#but its been like 3 weeks since then n its like we still dont talk like we used to like the last good convo we had was us saying

[evie-sturns]

Attitude - Matt Sturniolo

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summary: matt comes to pick you up for a late night drive, but you show up with an attitude.

contains: highway sex/angry sex, swearing, arguing, dom/rough matt, mentions of an eating disorder.

all consensual!!!

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"I'm outside baby, you ready?" matt texts and i sigh. putting my phone in my pocket, and opening the front door.

the cold breeze of the night hits my face and a shiver runs through my body, i approach matts black van, illuminated by the street light shining down on it. matts inside, his face lit by his phone screen and i open the door to the passenger side, and climb inside with a huff.

"hey! you alright?" matt says smiling at me. "yeah im fine?" i say blankly and his smile drops slightly. he starts up the car and drives down the street. the awkward slience grows as matt approaches a red light. he sighs slightly "so what did you get up to today?" matt says breaking the silence and i ignore him. "y/n?" he says again louder.

"what!?" i say back angrily loudly and he rubs his eyes. "look do you want me to take you home, you seem a little bit tired." matt says calmly trying to keep himself contained. "no its fine?" i say quietly and crossing my arms.

he keeps driving along the highway, we haven't said a word to eachother in 15 minutes. suddenly matt pulls over on the side of the road and looks at me, sighing loudly. "y/n look, youve said 3 words this whole time, if your gonna keep acting like this i'm taking you home, i was really fucking excited about spending time with you but you clearly are not feeling the same." he says through gritted teeth as he looks away.

"yeah maybe i dont wanna be here! ive been so fucking tired this week and i quite frankly would rather be asleep. so take me home!" i snap back and matt stays silent, turning the car back on and turning it around. "waste of time." i hear matt mutter under his breath and breathe in shakily, dont cry dont cry. "just pull over for fucks sake!" i say on the verge of tears. "yeah now you want to talk to me?" matt growls as he slams the breaks on and pulls over. "you shouldntve snaped at me matt." i say quietly. "i snapped at you?" matt scoffs "ive been nice this whole time, and youve been huffing in the passenger seat the whole. fucking. time." matt says in disbelief.

"your such a fucking asshole, just accept im fucking tired for once, oh wait nevermind, you cant relate because your life is literally perfect." matts breath hitches in his throat "get in the back." he says loudly. i stay perfectly still. "now." matt says again and i stay still. he gets out of the car onto the highway and walks around the car to my door and opens it quickly, picking me up aggressively.

he places me on the grass next to the car, nobody on the highway can see us since are covered by the van.

my stomach flips as i feel a familiar heat grow between my legs. he kneels down behind me and reaches a hand on my lower back, forcing me to arch.

he rips my shorts down and scoffs "no panties and fucking soaked, pathetic." he says amused as he tugs my shirt over my head. "honestly pathetic." he says again before slapping my pussy causing me to yelp.

he yanks down his sweatpants as i'm on display for him on all fours, my back is arched patiently waiting. "please" i whine and he instantly slaps my ass "dont talk." he replies instantly before lining himself up with my leaking hole. he slams his whole cock into me causing me to scream and try to reach behind me and push him, instead he grabs both my wrists and hold them behind my back.

his thrusts instantly start, giving me no time to adjust to his 7 inches. he slams into me, pulling both of my wrists, causing me to arch my back even more, i scream and he quickens his pace "shut the fuck up." he growls as he goes faster. without warning i clench around his cock and orgasm, causing him to slip out and he instantly realeses his grip on my wrists, causing me to fall face first into the grass, humiliating me. i roll over onto my back and he slams himself back into me before i even have time to adjust my position.

tears are pouring out of my eye from how sensitive i am. "fuckk.." he growls as he twitches inside of me and instantly cums inside of me, thrusting a few more times, pushing it deep inside of me. before pulling out and collapsing on the grass beside me.

we lay in the cold night air for 10 minutes before he sits up, breaking the silence. "are you okay.. im sorry." he says shakily before standing up and picking me up. "i-..uh.." i stammer, still processing what just happened. he opens the door to the backseat and places me down, he quickly puts on his jeans and joins me in the backseat. "i got you my shirt, i assumed you wouldn't want to get changed into all your clothes so i have these aswell.." he pulls some panties out of his pocket "from uh.. last time." his cheeks go red and i laugh slightly "thank you baby." i say sliding on my panties and his t-shirt. he man spreads in the backseat, pulling me onto his lap.

"do you wanna talk about it.. ya know.. the argument" he says and i nod "well um i just.." i pause then continue "first of all im really sorry, i know you're tired too, and you honestly have a much harder life than me, ive just had a bad week, i dont wanna get into it but my uh, my eating got alot worse, ive found it hard to."

(30 minutes later)

after crying into matts chest for several minutes he took me to his home and fed me everything in his pantry, then cuddled with me in bed.

"are you feeling better? um, im sorry i went so rough earlier." matt says embarrassed, covering his face with his hands.

"aside from me not being able to walk up your stairs now, im fine."

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ik i didnt color code the speech but i honestly couldnt be bothered whatsoever!!!!!

anyways hope yall liked, also request shit for me to write in my inbox

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo imagine #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolos #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fluff

[folklorebae]

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬

Spin-off of my rockstar's girlfriend

Cast(s): Rockstar!Eren & Model!Reader

Cw: swearing, reader using she/her pronouns, slight hange x reader, food

A/n: haven't posted anything for months! hope you guys love this one<33

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yourinstagram life recently...

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angelicyn WE MISSED YOUUUU

ynfan23 glad you post this when im still awake

yndaily OMG YOUR PUPPY ISNT A PUPPY ANYMORE. ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE WE SAW HER ON YOUR/EREN'S STORY😭

↳yourinstagram i know! but she's getting smarter and cuter. i love her so much, she's my girl:)

erenfan19 i dont see eren... soo the rumors are true?? :((

↳ynfan24 girl, she's her own person and this is her insta. besides, that man is childish lmao. imagine unfollowing THE Y/N L/N just because she doesn't attend his concert in europe...

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justjared After getting unfollowed by her long-time boyfriend last week, Y/N L/N was spotted walking out of Oscar-winning costume designer Hange Zoe's apartment building this morning. New couple alert?

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ereyn.daily i'm happy if y/n's happy🥲

goddessyn cmon, we all know they've been friends for ages. stop spreading stupid rumor like this

erenfan20 not gonna believe anything till one of them confirm it in front of my face

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paradis.memes Thoughts?

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paradisfan7 Im not believing this shit

erenfan21 she doesnt wanna marry him, im crying😭

↳paradisfan8 she once said she's jo march kinnie😭

↳ynfan25 How do you know she doesn’t wanna marry him? Maybe he doesn't wanna marry her? We don’t know what happened behind the curtain unless Y/N and Eren themselves actually comment on it .

erenfan22 guys, if you read the article that @people posted, at the end they said “Reps for Jaeger and L/N have not commented on the breakup.”

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paradisofficial Paradis World Tour. Antwerp. May, 2023.

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paradisfan9 YOU GUYS WERE SO AWESOME😭❤️

paradisfan10 PLS PLS COME BACK TO ANTWERP ASAP. ALSO THE SURPRISE SONG?!? BED OF ROSES?!?

paradisfan11 so sad cant see you guys perform last night🥲💔

paradisfan12 if you guys dont cover “bed of roses” on your Asia Tour, you're racist.

↳paradisofficial We've agreed that every region will have different song to cover. Thank you for your support😊

↳paradisfan12 OMG I WAS JOKING LMAO (i mean, not really)

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sashablouse unseen🤓

tagged: @yourinstagram @nicolo

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nicolo 🤍

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conniespringer dude, what were you doing in the first pic

↳sashablouse cause you're just a man 🙄

yourinstagram dont wanna be a third wheel anymore...

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paradisupdatee New Setlist For Europe Tour! I've upgraded the playlist, link in bio.

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paradis.devil see you at accor arena tmrw!!

↳paradisupdatee See you, bby<3

paradisfan13 the fact they didnt cover any song in northern europe countries😀

paradisfan14 I literally flew from brussels to london last month to see them perform AND THEY DIDNT SING BED OF ROSES?!? I WAS ROBBED!!

↳paradisfan15 sameeee i attended some of their shows in us last year and they didn't cover any song 😭

paradisfan16 is this eren's way to confirm the breakup rumors?😭

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yourinstagram the rumors are terrible and cruel...

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ynln.jpg dont tell me you're in paris...

taylorswift but honey, most of them are true🤭

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↳yourinstagram patiently waiting for 1989 (Taylor's Version)😊🙏

↳ynfan25 soo the rumors are true?🥲

↳ereyn.daily i'm in spain without s

ereyn.exposing Whatever ereyn does is only for promo. It's a fact that eren is not going to follow y/n or ever going to post her picture on his Instagram again.

↳yourinstagram seems like you guys have been talking about this and tag me in a few posts everyday. but now please, i beg you to stop. it's just negative, i really have no hard feelings towards you. i just know what a beautiful world there is to go out and live in instead of trying to dissect a relationship between two people that you don't even know. i don't need his follow, my name is permanently tattooed to his arm. This is my final comment on this, but i want you to know that it's not meant to offend you. just hoping you can find something else in life to be inspired by xx

↳erenfan23 OMG OMG OMG YESS YOU TELL THEM QUEEN

↳ynfan26 FINALLY PEOPLE COULD SHUT THEIR MOUTH NOW. THESE "EXPOSING" ACCOUNTS ARE ANNOYING AF

↳erenfan24 I think you should've messaged them, instead of calling them out publicly like this. no offense, still love you tho

↳yourinstagram i see why you think that ought to have been a direct message, and i agree. i just didn't considered it. it's all really frustrating, and i'm only human... you guys understand how hurtful assumptions like this can be, especially when they are made about someone i care about a lot. if you guys care about him too, you'll eventually realize that we are on the same team. i apologize if it came off as impolite or rude. i was simply attempting to start a conversation so people would realize that their statements were painful rather than just an "anonymous confession." this cruel internet culture has no benefit for society as a whole. 

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ereynpost “You guys are crazy, you know that? No... I don’t think my girlfriend and I need another dog for now. What about you, Jean?” — Eren laughs as he answers a fan's sign.

USHSSUDSHDUAJSYSHS GUYSSS THE RUMORS ARENT TRUEEEE THEY'RE STILL TOGETHER OMFG!!!!

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its.ereyn Girl, I almost deactivate this account

↳ereynpost PLS, SAME😀

ynfan27 OMG MY EREYN HEARTTT

erenfan25 PARENTS OMG😭😭😭

ynfan28 I can die in peace now, thanks

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erenjaeger My love, my lady, the most precious human on this earth. I'm really grateful because we have an incredibly meaningful, loving, and fun relationship. As you guys know, this world is cruel and I'd do anything to make her the happiest, but I've failed to do it. I personally love it when people make assumptions or speculations about me, because I know they all wrong. But when people start to say something hurtful to my woman, I can't tolerate it.

Six years of relationship and we have never ever broken up, not even once, if that's what you all really want to know. She's my present and future, she's the one who teaches me how forever feels. The love I have for her only gets stronger and bigger, it's crazy to think about it. Thank you for all the love and support, we really appreciate it.

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erenfan26 I TOLD YOU ALL THEY'RE ENDGAME

ynfan29 how to find myself a man like you😭

erenfan27 oh he is, he really is in love🥹❤️

yndaily the fact that i'll never experience this type of love hurts a lot. but i couldnt be more happier for you two💓

jeankirschtein ngl, at first i did believe you two broke up

↳erenjaeger bro, fuck off

↳erenfan28 LMAO JEANNNN, IM CRYINGG😭😭😭

ereyn.daily As iconic as David Bowie and Iman❤️

↳yourinstagram thank you, but I don't deserve this compliment. also, your comment will boost eren's ego, he'll think he's as good as him

↳erenjaeger why would you say that:(

(+bonus on what really happened lol)

#the fact that this insta au inspired by taylor and joe's break up news lol #im sad... #aot x reader #aot x female reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #aot smau #snk x reader #snk x female reader #snk x y/n #snk smau #eren x reader #eren x fem!reader #eren x y/n #eren x you #eren smau

[christinarowie332]

i am his .

matt sturniolo x reader

pt 3 of “i’d be an idiot if i said no to that” and “i win” .

warnings - suggestive ? no droogs (boring ik)

y/n and reader realise maybe it ain’t just tension.

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“matt your not even looking”

i say turning my head to look at him giggling , as i’m sat on his lap sideways at his desk .

“i am looking” he whispers lowly , still not looking away from me .

“oh i know your looking , your just not looking at this!!!” i say tapping the paper infront of us .

it’s been around two or three weeks since i hung out with them all and smoked together for the first time . since then i have barley left their apartment . nick and i have gotten so close , chris too .

turns out me and nick had more in common then i initially thought . we both loved melanie martinez , him ,her new stuff and me her old bangers . we also bonded over more personal things and silly things but it’s fair to say we are now attached at the hip . sleepovers . meeting my girl friends . added to group chats and staying up all night talking absolute nonsense and getting deep out of no where.

chris’s issues with him and his girlfriend were worse then we thought . his ramblings from the other night followed into the morning and ended up with us all realising she maybe isn’t the nicest girl . they broke up. this is one of the things that brought us closer . late night seshes talking and listening to music . walks when everyone else falls asleep . him annoying me for half the day .he’s turned into my little brother and i love tm the kid .

matt .

although there are no labels . i am his . not in a toxic way . i am just trilly enamoured with everything this man does . waking up to him smiling down at me . late night drives ending with not so pg moments . his light touches , speaking more then words . the only other language i would ever want to understand . his smile when he sees me and his brothers getting along well . and it’s the same for me . everytime i see his cold mask and attitude drop , everytime i catch him smiling while his brothers talk , everytime a song plays that he likes , watching his shoulders relax and the corner of his mouth twitch , it seems i can physically feel my heart swelling .

so here we are now , in his bedroom after hanging out all day , trying to get him to learn cursive . a silly thing i realised this man could not grasp for the life of him .

“MATT ITS NOT THAT HARD YOU JUST LINK THE LETTERS TOGETHER!!” i jokingly shout through chuckles . grabbing his hand from my thigh and putting the pen in his hand.

“ugh i dont get it !!! it looks stupid bro” he whines out putting his chin on my shoulder and wrapping his free arm around my torso .

“here” i say wrapping my hand around his and moving the pen for him .

Love.

i write it subconsciously and i feel him take his head off my shoulder . i turn my head at the loss of heat to find him staring at me with relaxed and warm features , his eye brows curled upwards and a smile lazily plastered on his face .

“what?” i say tilting my head slightly and shifting my body towards him .

he doesn’t respond and just placed a hand on the side of my face . moving his thumb up and down my cheek looking between my eyes and my lips before leaning in .

we kiss constantly. not being able to stay away from each other . each kiss saying a different thing . “you look good” , “i like your makeup today” “i missed you” “that was really cute” “i need you” . never has it ever said this . the kiss screamed many things . the loudest being “i think im in love with you”

he pulls away first . we both stay silent as turn on his lap and put both my legs over his , sitting face to face . his hands trail down my back to my ass , pushing me forward so our chests are all most touching . i move his hair from his face , admiring the boy in front of me .

i arch my back slightly as i lean in to kiss him again . hands in his hair and on the back of his neck . his hands are on the underside of my thighs lifting up and down at the movement of our make out . his cold fingers getting warmed by my body every time i move downwards on his lap .

he moved his mouth down to my ear , my neck , my collarbones. anything he can reach from this angle . leaving bruises and pink marks in his wake . making my head throw back at the sensation and stealing soft noises from me .

my hand trails underneath his shirt. fingers running down his chest , rising and falling with his deep breaths . he takes his top off with my help before lifting me and not breaking the kiss as he carries me to his bed . holding me up with both arms under my thighs before dropping me down on his bed and kissing down my chest. before making his way back up to my lips and placing a slow peck on them .

“ i want you all the time . i want to be yours and only yours y/n please” he whispers ,leaning on top of me , holding himself up by outstretched arms

“you have me matt .”

he has me.

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i hate this sm . i’ll give em a spliff ext time i swear guys i just need a spliff myself first !!!

taglst 🤍

@mangosrar @sturnphilia @urmyslxt @biimpanicking @soursturniolo @sssturniolofart @deatthmatch @martyniukpl @parkerssecrets @lividnity @littlebookworm803 @daddyslilchickenfingers

love u all :) -millz / milkie 🤍

#chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #milkietalks #milkie is down bad #matt sturniolo edit #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagines #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo x reader

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— pairing : valeria 'el sin nombre' garza x fem!reader

— cw : wlw, a little bit of angst, arguments, suggestive situation,

— a/n : hi guys, i know its been a while since i post writings here and this one was sleeping in my draft... first of all, this fic is small lmao but im so bad at writing smut. and sorry for any mistakes, i just forgot how to properly write a fic💀 i dont know if i will continue to write due to my heavy schedule as im now enlisted in the army but maybe i'll try sometimes just to improve my english. im completely open to some suggestions/tips !

being a cartel leader’s girlfriend is obviously not an easy task for anyone, and you were no exception. in fact, you spend a lot of your time alone since valeria is on mission. she leave you in her penthouse with some of her men to keep you safe.

“i’ll be back in around 1 month, princesa" is what she tells you before going on a new mission, and it was again a lie. you were waiting for her for 3 weeks now and there is no valeria. and this situation was annoying for you because you needed her with you ; not somewhere, risking her life.

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right now, you were on the couch of the living room, watching some stupid tv show you found while zapping. you couldn’t stop thinking about valeria, what is she doing ? when the fuck is she going to come back ? this situation made you think that you weren’t that important to her, you knew what it would be like when you started to date her but you didn’t know it could be that hard.

after 1 hour of watching tv, you heard noises coming from the entry of your house. you knew it was her just by hearing the footsteps. but for once, you weren’t going to get up and happily hugging her as if she wasn’t gone for 2 months. this time you decided to talk with her about it.

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"hello, sweetheart. i'm home" shit. you'd be lying to yourself if hearing her voice didn't affect you because you missed her. but for once, you didn't want to do her the favor of not telling her about her tardiness, which by the way, is one of the many others when she's away on mission.

"mmh hello? is someone here? baby?" you know she was searching for you.

"yeah yeah. i'm in the living room". you said.

you heard her almost running to you. she enters the living room, only to open her arms wanting a hug. but you didn't move, you arms were crossed and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow. valeria look at you, confused. she didn't know why you refused her hug.

"princesa? are you ok?". she asked confuse.

this time you decided to let it out.

"yeah, i have a problem actually. 2 months. 2 fucking months without knowing where you were, if you were okay. i was almost asking myself if you weren't dead." you snapped.

valeria was still looking at you, this time she seems shocked. it was the first time since you both met that you speak to her like this.

she retorted. "really? the first thing you do when you saw me is saying that? like you couldn't just wait tomorrow for telling me this? we didn't saw each other since 2 months and you attack me. i-"

she couldn't end her sentence that you cut her off.

"no i couldn't just wait tomorrow for telling you this". you imitated her. "i'm tired of your lies, you told me before leaving that you were going to be back 1 month later. but what was my surprise when you weren't there the following month. as if i'm not used to you lying about when you'll be back."

valeria took a deep breath, relaxing herself before talking, she wanted to stay calm for once because she knew this time she was in the wrong

"okay listen. i'm sorry but let me exp-". you cut her off again.

"not you're not sorry, you're sorry i'm arguing with you"

"for fuck sake, y/n stop cutting me off. stop being immature and let me talk". valeria reposted.

the tension between you started to rise. someone outside the scene could even notice the sexual tension that was building up too.

"being immature for what? for telling you about the problem? and maybe finding a solution? or because i tell about that problem right now and not tomorrow, huh?".

valeria didn’t even know what to answer. the only thing she has done at that moment was to instinctively kiss you to shut you up. the kiss was kinda rough but still full of caring.

"it’s not going to solve our problem". you said between a break.

"i know babe, we both know that arguing right now is not going to help us. so let me just taste these lips that i missed. i promise you that we're going to talk about it tomorrow" valeria said while trapping you against the wall and going down on your neck. she perfectly know it is your weak spot.

you wanted to say something but you couldn't, and once again the hold she has on you erases anger to give a way to desire

"p-please val". you moaned slightly.

your moans give valeria butterflies, it’s been a long time since she heard them, so she wants to enjoy them for the night.

hearing your moans gives valeria butterflies

her body is tense and kinda screaming for you. for the moment, she just want to feel you, she need it. she knows she’s in wrong for not telling you that the mission was gonna take much longer but she just want to forget this at this moment and just be near you.

you both headed to the shared room and valeria lay you down on the bed and put herself on the top of you. she bend down and just stop near your lips, only a few inches are separating them. at this moment, you could feel your heart rate pretty fast as you feel valeria’s breath against your lips.

"tonight is going to be your night amor, so let me make it up to you" she said, as she finally press her lips against yours.

#valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader #valeria garza #cod mw2 #wlw

[sweaterweatherever]

Hiii, its my first time requesting for anyone. But you are so amazing, so i was thinking maybe a ajax x reader smut Where ajax maybe had a bad day and is not really feeling himself, so whilst he is doing something (maybe homework or sum), reader is under the table iykwim. Just vanilla-ish and not deepthroating? You dont have to but i would really appriciate it since nobody has done it<3

Personal statement (Ajax Petropolus x Reader)

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x GN Reader

A/N: Remember how last thing I posted I went heavy with the world building? Yeah, this is not it. Been both on holiday and doing stuff for school, so posting will be limited.

Warnings: Cursing. Oral sex (Male receiving) Aged up characters.

Requested: Yes! Hope you like it and I don't traumatize you for life about requesting stuff. It's short, but only because of what it is.

Ajax was sitting on his desk chair, head in his hands. He had a look of total frustration on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him, slipping inside his dorm. These days, you barely bothered with discretion, both of you being seniors already. It was nothing like when you first got together, still kids, worried about any of your classmates seeing and thinking you were having sex during your fumbling make out session. God, you missed those days, your troubles had been so trivial. From now on, it would only get worse, you knew.

“Personal statement, that’s what’s wrong.” He complained, handing you the printed application that he was editing. “I think I didn’t stick enough to the prompt, and I have to turn it in next week.” The page was filled with annotations and circles in red ink, Ajax handwriting cramping the document so much it was barely legible.

“Babe. Chill. Breathe.” You said, trying to make sense of the prompt. “Tell me what this is supposed to be about.”

“I have to describe, in like, a thousand words, why I would be a good fit for the college. Also, who I am.” Ajax groaned, slumping forward on the desk. You sat on the edge of the table, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. You rubbed a few circles there. “What if they think I’m not good enough?”

“What?” You were being confused because, first, this was Ajax you were talking about. The nicest boy on earth. Second, weren’t you just talking about who he was. “Babe, you are giving me whiplash with the logic jump there.”

“Just… Just, you know…” He peered up at you from beneath his lashes, looking so damn adorable, you wanted to kiss him silly. You abstained only because he was in desperate need of assurance.

“I don’t, actually.” And you really didn’t. You knew he had insecurities, who didn’t? But you didn’t think college applications would be the detonator. Everyone made shit up for theirs, it was a given.

“Look, Xavier has the whole artist thing going on. Wednesday has her novels and she plays the cello. You are you. Fuck, even Tyler can whip up something interesting about himself, with the whole being from a discriminated species even for outcasts.” He rubbed at his eyes, the tell-tale sign he was getting a headache from all the stress. “How do I compete with that?”

“You don’t.” You stated, firmly. Ajax looked at you, betrayal in his eyes. Underneath it, there was a hurt expression. Realizing you had been too blunt, you took his face in your hands and brushed at his cheek gently. “Our friends aren’t your competition. Xavier is going to a fancy art college. Wednesday is going to an Ivy League, and we all know it. Tyler is… Wherever he is applying. And we are both applying to the same college, yes, but different majors and on different first options too. You have to worry about the college being your dream college, and not whipping up some model application based on things that aren’t you.” You kissed the crease between his eyes, softly.

“Yeah, but wanting it badly won’t get me in… I’m not enough.”

“You are more than enough. The SAT scores you have are great. I read your essay for this college too, you bombed it. It more than makes out for any perceived defects you think this has.” You waved the statement in the air. “I love you. You are more than enough.”

“Yeah, but you are…” Ajax starts, and you really don’t want him to finish the sentence. An insecure Ajax is hard to talk down, but a stressed one gets… Too in his head. You hate to see him hurting. How could you help him get out of his head?

“Your partner?” You got off the desk, an idea suddenly striking you. “You think I'm biased?”

“Kinda.” Ajax grabbed at your hands, pulling you closer.

“But being yours doesn’t make me do anything I don’t want. And you know, I’m honest. Always. Brutally so.” And it was true, too. You were famous in your friend group for running your mouth and lacking a brain to mouth filter. It had been the way you and Ajax had gotten together, too. If it weren’t for your straightforwardness, the poor guy would have never noticed you liked him.

“Yeah, but…”

“Do I look obligated to you?” You asked, getting more on his face, until you were almost sitting in his lap.

“No, but you…” You pushed his chair away from the desk. “What are you doing?” Ajax eyed you, suspicious.

“I always do what I want.” You insisted. “And right now, I want to shut you up. If you consent, of course. Because consent is sexy.” You grimaced at your own words. No brain to mouth filter indeed. Way to make a blowjob sound unsexy.

“… I…” Ajax stared at you, confused puppy look on his face.

“A blowjob. That’s what I mean.” You parted his legs for him, and Ajax let you move him like a rag doll, completely limp on your grasp. He was too dumbfounded by your words to say anything. “Yes or no?” You tapped his leg, insistently. “I bet orgasms are good for stress, too.”

“Are you really trying to sweeten the deal when it includes a blowjob?” Ajax smiled a little, seemingly shaking off the daze he was in. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yes or no?” You squeezed at his knee.

“Yes.” Ajax pulled you in for a kiss, still muttering against your lips. “I’m an idiot, but not idiot enough to refuse a blowjob from my gorgeous partner.”

“Those SAT scores say the opposite.” You responded, dropping to your knees beneath his desk. There was something dirty about it, sucking your boyfriend off while he was sitting on his desk, doing important work. Maybe some day you could try that too, when he wasn’t as in his head as today.

“Grades don’t measure intelligence.” Ajax said, breath hitching slightly at having your face so close to his crotch.

“Yeah, that right there? Makes you fucking smart.” You caressed his thighs, slowly, trying to get him riled up. “Only smart people say shit like that.”

“Dirty mouth.” He cautioned.

“About to get dirtier, babe.” You popped the button of his pants. Ajax laughed. Instead of helping him get out of them, you ran your hands lightly against his stomach, nails scratching at his sides, until he was squirming. “Good?”

“Good.” Ajax leaned down, almost doubling over himself, to press a kiss to your forehead. Your hands went lower, slowly making your way to his hips, and the waistband of his boxers. It was going to get messy, you betted. Ajax always got a little brain-dead with blowjobs, reaction time pretty slow, and you weren’t about to ruin your clothes. So, you take your shirt off.

“I want you so badly.” You say, slowly palming him through his boxers. His eyes roam your body, but he seems content to let you do as you please. Ajax is slowly getting harder under your touch, breath hitching. “Should I jerk you off first, or just use my mouth?”

“Mouth, please.” Ajax covers his face with his arm, throwing his head back on the chair. He already looks wrecked and you have barely touched him. You love how embarrassed he gets, asking for what he wants. You hope one day you manage to fuck that out of him, but you enjoy him like this for now. His happy trail is very sparse, so you take advantage and lick your way down from it, thighs clenching at the way he squirms under you.

You pull him out and stroke him a couple of times, just to get him hard enough to suck him off. Ajax has a pretty cock, perfect size to make your jaw hurt just right. You kissed a path from his thighs to it, working out the courage to get started. Ajax’s thighs trembled under your hands, impatient.

“Come on, don’t tease.” He pleads, and you finally, finally, put your mouth on him, licking a stripe down the shaft. Safe sex is good, but it’s much harder to give a blowjob to someone wearing a condom, the slide isn’t that great and flavored lube is not a sacrifice you are willing to do today. Ajax keeps himself very neat down there, and he showers frequently, so it’s not that much of a hardship.

His erection is getting harder, tip flushed a pretty pink. A tiny bead of pre-cum is starting to form there, so you lick at it, grimacing a little at the salty taste. You haven’t done this in a while, and you had forgotten how he tastes. Even salty, it beats the flavored lube. It’s Ajax. That already makes it way better.

“Want me to get a condom?” Ajax asks, brushing your hair out of your face. It seems like he has been watching you the whole time. He’s got good blowjob etiquette, you have taught him well. He never pulls at your hair or head. Ajax is all gentle touches and soft skin, the only times he pulls your hair is when you ask him too.

“Nope. Just, saltier than I remembered.” You wrap your lips around the tip, being careful to not drag your teeth too much. You aid yourself with your tongue, drawing nonsensical patterns on the underside of his cock. Ajax moans, and you sneak a quick glance at him to find him with his eyes closed, head thrown back. You hollow your cheeks, making his hips nearly buck up. And nearly because he is too sweet to thrust into your mouth.

“Fuck… Fuck, like that.” Ajax says, looking down at you. Your eyes meet, and you snicker at his fucked out look. His hand comes to brush at your cheek affectionately. You take more of him in your mouth, licking at the head at the same time. Just before you start gagging, you warp your hand around what you can’t fit on your mouth.

“Love you.” Ajax brushes your hair out of your hair again, tucking it behind your ears. You start to bob your head up and down, aiding yourself with your hand. You squeeze at the underside of his cock, and supporting yourself on his thigh, you let your hand go to his balls. Ajax will strongly deny it later, but at that, he gives a small scream, back arching and cock nearly choking you. You remove your hand immediately, pushing at his hips with a frown. Only when he sits back down, you keep going.

“Shit, sorry.” He says, but he doesn’t sound very coherent. You repeat the motion, curious about what other curse words you can pull from him. “Too good.”

You scratch lightly at his thighs, a wave of hot, urgent arousal on your stomach. You want him to fall apart under you, badly. Your jaw aches, but you don’t pay it attention, choosing instead to go faster, with both your hand and mouth. You open your legs more, so you don’t need to hold on his thigh so as not to fall forward and fondle his balls again, lightly scratching with your nails. Ajax gets impossibly harder, and you know he is close.

“Close.” He says, tapping your shoulder. You give him a look that screams, no shit Sherlock, and keep at it, staring him directly in the eyes and jerking him faster with your hand, mouth tightening as much as you can. He looks at you, and Ajax fucking whimpers. Seeing you on your knees, shirtless, and staring up at him like you want to ruin him, makes it for him. His hips jerk and he comes on your mouth with a moan, face scrunching prettily. You pull away at the last second, letting it drip down your chin and neck. Ajax moans again and pulls you to your feet.

“Let me return the favor?” He asks, as he kisses you, uncaring of the mess between the two of you. It sticks to his skin, his shirt.

“Sure. As long as you don’t look at that statement until tomorrow.”

“What statement?” Ajax asks, kissing you again. You laugh against his mouth as he starts tugging you towards the bed.

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Escrito en las Estrellas (Written in the Stars)

Chapter Six of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Seven

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4.6K

Chapter Overview: You celebrate your first month working at Brass Knuckles

TW: t*m in the gif (i hate this mf and i dont care who knows)

Notes: okay so this chapter is what started me on my 'through the scope' journey ! i was driving back home to visit family and the phrase "it's written in the stars" just came to me so naturally i had to write an entire Frankie fan fic just so i could birth this one scene (i had no other choice obviously). this chapter was originally twice its length, but i cut it in half so i could make two chapters out of it hehe. i updated the tag list so please let me know if i missed you !! as usual ... my asks are always open & happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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“So you two really haven’t hooked up yet? Not even a small kiss? You’re killing me right now. It’s been a month!” 

You’re on the phone with Robbie this evening to keep you company while you fold laundry. When she says that you have already been in Florida for a month, you feel shocked. Has it really been that long already? You count up the weeks in your head and today, Monday, marks the start of your fourth week here. Four weeks of watching your dad get stronger, four weeks of working at Brass Knuckles, and four weeks of crushing on Frankie. 

“I told you we haven’t done anything, Robbie! But fuck if I don’t want to. The only thing is that I think he’s in a weird place with his girlfriend right now. Or maybe she’s his ex-girlfriend that he’s sort of talking to again? Ugh! I don’t even know!”

You give up on folding, you are doing a terrible job at it anyway, and flop yourself down, stomach first, on your bed. 

“Why don’t you ask Benny about it then? Maybe he can give you some clarity?”

“For someone that’s so smart, you are so dumb.”

“Excuse me?” Her tone is playful, but still laced with warning.

“Look, I can’t just ask Benny about Frankie’s love life. It would be a dead give away that I like him and it just seems like…it just seems like an invasion of privacy.”

“You’re just stalling, you fucking baby. They are your friends right? Benny and Frankie?”

“Well, yeah? I would say so.” You’re not following where she's going.

“Then you should be able to ask them about what’s going on in their lives. That includes their love lives. We ask each other all the time!”

God you hate it when her logic makes sense.

“Okay! Okay. I’ll ask Benny about it at work this week then. Would that make you happy?” 

“No, that would make me content. What would make me happy is if yall finally fuc-”

“Woah!” You cut her off with a laugh. “Don’t you have some studying to do, miss. lawyer?” 

“I resent you for changing the subject right when we were getting somewhere, but yes I do. Call me when you grow a pair and ask?” 

“Trust me, Robbie. You’ll be the first to know.”

You laugh to yourself as you toss your phone on your bed and roll over onto your back. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you wouldn’t be happy if you and Frankie finally hooked up either. Since you have been here, you have gotten a small feeling that he might like you back. First there was him observing you when you two first met while his friends talked around him. Then there was him inviting you out with the guys for fight night. After that was him not shying away when you gave him the note with your number and a heart. Y’all shared a beer together, he dropped everything to help you with your car, and proceeded to spend the majority of the day with you eating and shopping. Did he almost kiss you in your apartment that morning or had you just romanticized his gentlemanliness? There had to be something there right? Right? 

But there was Rochelle. The woman who came before you. The woman who was first in line. While she was bad news according to Benny, you still felt hesitant about stepping on anyone's toes. You wouldn’t want that done to you. And yet you found your mind exploring the possibilities of what y’all could be to each other. Acquaintances? Friends? Something more?

***

It’s Benny’s turn to buy lunch today and he pulls through with Chick-fil-a. The conversation is natural while the two of you eat. Each of you take turns spitballing ideas on how to make the gym stand out more, if they should start selling food during fight night, if you will be a ring girl.

“When pig’s fly, Benjamin Miller. That’s when I’ll be your ring girl.”

The conversation slowly shifts into a more personal one. He talks about how he and the other guys love going to the beach together, but their schedules haven’t allowed it in a while. How all the ladies there can’t get enough of ‘old Brass Knuckles’. You share about how you and Robbie love walking around in downtown Austin, Texas and hunting for the best coffee, or food, or book stores. 

“The beaches back home weren’t really the best.” You confess.

“You should come with us then! Maybe we can all plan somethin’!”

“Yeah.” You say wistfully. “Robbie is coming down in March when her school lets out for spring break. What about then?” 

“Sounds fuckin’ awesome to me!”

Your tongue burns with the question you have about Frankie. It’s Thursday, which unfortunately means, it has taken you most of the week to gain the courage to bring it up. In your defense you had tried earlier, but it just never seemed like the right time. It would be weird to casually bring that topic up at random, but now that friends are being discussed…

“I’ve got a question.”

“I’ve got an answer.” He takes a sip of his drink. “Shoot.”

“I was just wondering how Frankie and Rochelle were doing. I noticed that he has seemed happier lately. Maybe they worked things out?”

He sets his cup down and looks at you quizzically. You get a nervous feeling that he’s onto you.

“Now that you mention it, he does seem happier, doesn’t he? Which isn’t anythin’ to take lightly. Especially for a guy like Fish. But to be completely honest with you, he doesn’t talk about her much around us.”

“Wait really? Y’all don’t talk about who y’all are dating?” Now your nervousness has started to make you sweat. 

“It’s not that at all. It’s just,” He rubs his forehead with his hand. “It’s just different when it’s Rochelle. I told you that she doesn’t belong in his life and I still stand by that. Do you remember when I mentioned that we were a fucked up bunch?”

You nod your head at him.

“Well, it’s not my place to get into all of Fish’s business, but she played a pretty big part in that for him. It took me, the guys, and the strength of whatever higher bein’ is out there to pry him from her grip. He knows we don’t like her much. I think that's why he keeps most of it to himself.”

“Oh.” Now you feel stupid for asking. There is clearly more going in that relationship than you previously thought.

“But, he would have told us if they were officially back together. That I know for a fact.”

You’re content with his answer. At least now you know that you aren’t being a homewrecker. Surely a little more innocent flirting wouldn't hurt. Well it might hurt if he doesn’t see you that way.

“So that’s the only reason you asked?”

You stop, a french fry in hand, and cock your head at your coworker. “What?”

“Don’t play around.” He snatches the fry from you. “What’s the real reason you want to know what’s going on with Fish?”

In this very moment you make an elaborate mental scheme of how to murder Robbie and get away with it when she comes down to visit you. 

“I was just curious.” You shrug.

“God, you’re such a fuckin’ liar!”

“I am not!”

“You got a thing for him, don’t you?!”

“I-I…well I-”

“I knew it! You like Fish!” He looks as happy as a kid on Christmas morning.

“Fine.” You can’t help but laugh at your friend's glee. “I like Frankie. I think he’s great.” 

“Hey, I’m just glad it didn’t turn out to be Pope. That man needs to be humbled every now and then.” 

The two of you burst into a fit of laughter together at the front desk. The people currently working out probably think y’all need to be admitted into the loony bin. It felt nice to finally tell someone here. Granted, Benny is Frankie’s friend, but now he’s yours too.

“Please,” You pant. “Please promise me that you won't say anything to him, Benny.”

“I promise I won’t say anything to him.” A cheeky grin splays across his face.

“I don’t think I like the way you said that.”

“Then don’t think about it. I said that I wouldn’t say anything about it, so I won’t.” He holds up one of his hands. “Scouts honor.” 

You breathe a sigh of relief as he cleans up the remains of lunch and walks over to the trash bin.

“I didn’t say that I wouldn’t do anything about it though!”

He takes off running as his words register in your brain. You stand and yell after him as he vanishes into his office. 

“Benny I’m going to kick your ass!”

The door’s bell must have gone off in the commotion because when you turn around to face the front of the lobby a very bewildered woman is looking directly at you. 

“Oh! Sorry about that! Welcome to Brass Knuckles! How can I help you today?”

***

Operation Catch-A-Fish Chat

Benny: It’s on boys! It’s fuckin’ on!

Will: Damn that was quicker than I thought.

Pope: Did she say something?!

Benny: She told me that she liked him while we were having lunch. Let's get this operation cookin’!

Will: I’ll be damned.

Pope: Told you we wouldn’t be pimping her out, Will.

***

Frankie lays on his back and watches the fan blades spin above him. The room is still stuffy as the hot air inside is only being pushed around. It makes him ache to be in a helicopter again. To feel the bone chilling air right as he climbs into the cockpit before a mission. He never felt cramped when he was in the air. Not like he does now on the ground.

He tries to pick a singular blade and count how many times it can circle the base of the fan in a minute, but he keeps getting distracted. You keep distracting him. He never manages to make it past 15 before you pop into his mind. Your melodic laugh, the way you furrow your eyebrows when you think, how it took you 30 minutes to pick one item off the menu at breakfast. He wonders how you’re spending your Thursday night. Guilt creeps in when he realizes how deeply you consume his thoughts. Although he doesn’t know if that guilt stems from the fact that he’s thinking of you while he lies next to Rochelle in her bed or because he didn’t feel guilty at all until he remembered she was there in the first place. What he does know is that he wouldn’t feel as cramped and lonely as he does right now if you were with him. You could have your limbs wrapped around him as tight as could be and he would still beg you to squeeze harder. 

He turns his attention to the woman laying next to him when she breathes out deeply. She looks so much different in sleep. Her harsh features have softened. Her brows are relaxed and her lips aren’t contorted into a perpetual scowl. She looks, he thinks, kind. As if she is completely incapable of being the person that has wreaked so much havoc and heartache onto his life. She looks like someone who would want to be held as she slept. Someone who would want their lover to pull them in close and whisper sweet nothings in their ear that would be kept secret by the darkness of the night. Unfortunately, that wasn’t who she was. Rochelle never wanted Frankie to be affectionate with her unless she initiated it or when they were going to have sex. Even then she would groan in annoyance when he took too long kissing or going down on her. 

“Just fuck me already.” 

Although he would never admit it, he craved that intimacy. That closeness with his partner. He loved having his hands constantly on the woman he was with. It kept him calm knowing that she was close to him. He noticed that he also had less nightmares on the rare occasions Rochelle would allow him to hold her while they slept. She stirs slightly and rolls over so her back is facing him. 

“God, what the fuck am I even doing here?” He whispers up to the fan blades. 

He hated himself for winding up back in her bed. They haven’t officially gotten back together, but this is how it always started. She would slither back into his life and he would trip over her and fall right into her trap. It made him even angrier than he knew how she worked and he still wound up here. Yet, it’s so easy to slip into a routine you already know no matter how toxic it may be. The ball is still technically in his court. He still hasn’t given her an answer about the status of their relationship. He hasn’t completely sunk beneath the waves yet. He needs to remind himself that history doesn’t equate to longevity. He wants quality over quantity now. 

The dinging of his phone pulls him from his thoughts. It’s a message from Benny in their group chat.

Benny: Sorry for the late message, but I’ve been doing some thinkin’. Since our girl has been here for a month I think we should celebrate. I know she wouldn’t want anything over the top, so maybe The Barrel this Saturday? Y’all down for that?

Pope: It’s about damn time she came out with us. I think I’m free then too.

Will: Benny, I’m literally awake in the next room. You could have just come and told me about your plan. 

Benny: Text is easier. I don’t have to get out of bed this way. 

Will: She definitely deserves more than a few rounds since she has had to deal with you for a month straight. I’m surprised you haven’t scared her off. 

Pope: Same here. I would have run for the hills by now if I were her.

Frankie: Yeah I’m down too. Will and Pope can carpool with me and we can meet y’all after closing time.

Benny: Sounds good! See y’all then!

“Who was that, baby?” A sleep riddled voice asks behind his shoulder.

He feels his body recoil at the pet name. A pet name he once had to beg her to call him. Something to make him believe that what they had was good and sweet. How could something he longed for sound like nails on a chalkboard now?

“Just the guys. Go back to bed, Rochelle.”

Frankie falls asleep wondering if he will get the privilege of sitting next to you at the bar.

***

“I already said that I would come tonight, Benny! You didn’t have to keep asking every hour of the day.”

If you were being honest it was getting on your nerves. He told you last night that you absolutely, without a doubt, had to come to The Barrel on Saturday after work. You knew that you had been pushing it off so you conceded. You just wished Benny would get that through his thick skull. Although, having someone that invested in you is foreign so you put your annoyance out of your mind and focus on the good.

“I know. I know. I just want to make sure everything goes perfect. You told your dad that you wouldn’t be comin’ tonight?”

“Yes! I did everything you asked! I don’t know why you’re so worked up. We are just going across the street to get a drink after work.”

“I just want to make sure.”

“Aww!” You pinch his cheek as he waits with you in the laundry room. “Does Benny have a crush on me?”

“You wish you could get in on all this!” He flexes his left arm and blows a kiss at you with his right.

“Fuck off!” You shove him out of the room. “If you want to go get a drink you better leave me alone so I can put this load in the dryer. Long gone are the days of leaving wet towels to sit overnight at Brass Knuckles.” 

“That’s why I love ya’!” He pokes his head back and kisses your cheek. A lovely juxtaposition to what you just did to him. “I’ll head over there and get us a table. Meet me there after you lock up?”

“If you’re lucky, Miller.”

Shortly after Benny bounds gleefully out of the gym, the washer announces that it’s finished. You hum to yourself as you toss the damp towels into the dryer and press start. It’s all a breeze from there. You collect your things from the desk, turn off the building's lights, and lock the front door. That’s funny you think my bag feels lighter than usual.

The night air is hot, but not uncomfortably so, as you walk across the street to The Barrel. The soft glow from the sign acts as your north star. You can hear how packed it is even before you swing the door open. How are you going to find Benny through all these people? Your eyes survey the room as you make your way through the crowd. A hand shoots up in the back and starts waving frantically at you. As you slip through more people you finally reach the clearing. It was all of them. All of the guys were waiting for you at a quaint table in the back. 

“Happy one month!” They say in unison and raise their glasses.

“Oh my-” 

You’re so starstruck that you can’t speak. They all beam as you make your way to the table and to the only empty chair. The one that sandwiches you right in between Pope and Frankie. 

“Is this seat taken?” 

“It is now.” The man with soft curls responds warmly. 

“Are you surprised?! Did we get you?!” Benny can hardly sit still in his chair.

“Yes,” Your cheeks are going to be sore from smiling in the morning. “Y’all got me good. I can’t believe y’all remembered.” 

“Of course we did, hon.” Will’s voice acts as a beacon of calmness in the bar’s chaos. “The gym was close to burnin' down before you showed up and saved it. Brightened our lives in the process whether you know it or not too.” 

“Will…” Tears threaten to trickle down your face. 

“It was not!” Benny bites back at his brother. “But, I am happy you called about my ad.” 

“Cheers to you, hermosa!” Pope slides a bottle over to you. “Welcome to the group.”

As you raise your glass to clink with all of theirs, you look at each and every one of them. The genuine care they all have for you sprinkles your skin like a light summer shower. The kind of rain where it’s so soft that you don’t even realize you’re soaked to the bone until you reach your destination. It just kinda sneaks up on you. That’s exactly what they did and you couldn’t have been more grateful. 

“Okay I need y’all to indulge me for a few minutes.” It’s somehow already 1:00 in the morning and you’ve lost count of how much you have had to drink. “I’ve been trying to figure out what each of y’all’s individual signs are and I think I finally cracked it.” 

“Like our call signs?” Frankie’s shoulder presses up against yours when he leans into talk. You hope he doesn’t catch the way your breath hitches. 

“You mean y’alls call signs. I still haven’t gotten mine.” 

“You’re always going to be Brass Knuckles to me, Benny.” You offer to the man across from you. “But no, not y’alls call signs, I already know those. I mean your star signs.” 

“Oh, shit! I was hooking up with a girl once that was really into all that mumbo jumbo!” Pope sounds even more excited than you do. “I already know these carbrons don’t know what they are. Google y’all’s birthdays and find out what it is.”

Once each of them confirms that they know, you crack your knuckles and pray that you have guessed correctly. 

“I’ll start with you, Santi.” Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it's because you truly feel like his friend that you use his first name. “I think you’re a libra because you’re charismatic, you’re tactful-”

“You better stop before I fall in love with you.” He taunts.

“And you’re a whore.” The entire table erupts into boisterous laughter. “I didn’t need the stars to tell me that though.” 

Next you move your blurry vision to Will. 

“I think you’re a cancer. You’re someone who cares deeply about the people that are close to you. You always want to know how others are feeling, but ironically, you tend to keep your own emotions locked away. You think you will be a burden if you share them, but you won’t, I promise.” 

“You hired a witch to work for you, Benny.” He brings his drink to his lips, but his eyes stay playfully trained on you. 

“Do me next! Do me!” 

“Alright, Benny. I think you’re a sagittarius. You have an enthusiastic love for life and adventure alike. You always lift the mood of the room when you walk into it. The life of the party if you will.”

“Freaky.” He whispers to himself. 

You turn your attention to the man you have been most excited to talk about. “And last, but certainly not least: Frankie.” You are too drunk to notice the hush that has fallen over the group as you rest your hand on his shoulder. “I think you’re a taurus. You’re very hard working, a loyal and faithful friend, and you love physical affection.” 

 It takes Benny choking on his beer at your last comment to shake you from your trance. You slide your hand off Frankie's shoulder and turn back to the group.

“So…was I right?” Everyone is looking at you with wide eyes and open jaws. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

Benny spends the next few minutes drunkenly pleading with you to tell him more about himself and his future.

“I’m not an oracle, you know. I just observe people and their actions and try to figure them out.” 

“Well,” Pope arrives back at the table with the last round of the night. “Tell us what you have observed about Fish.” 

“No, you don’t have to do that.” Frankie says shyly.

The alcohol in your bloodstream has made you more confident. “I want to.”

“Let the woman work, man.” Pope slides him a beer. 

“You tend to be the glue of the friend group. A man with a hard exterior, yet a soft interior. While you'd never say it outloud, you enjoy taking care of people. You find it gratifying and it gives you a sense of purpose.” You have to stop to get your bearings for a second and acknowledge that maybe you shouldn’t have had that last drink. “Maybe that’s because you served or maybe that's just in your nature. I haven’t figured that out yet, but I’m working on it.”

Frankie hides his face with the bill of his hat, but everyone knows he's smiling under there. 

Pope reaches behind you and claps his friend on the back. “Está escrito en las estrellas, hermano.”

As the bartender announces the last call, your group takes that as the cue to head home. Benny is more trashed than anyone realizes so Will says he will take him back home. He wrangles Benny’s keys away from him so he can use his car to drive them both. You were in no state to drive either and were too far gone to feel any embarrassment as the two men left point that out. With Pope grabbing your tote bag and Frankie grabbing your hand, the three of you walk to his truck.

“Come on,” Frankie helps you into the passenger seat while a very annoyed Pope gets into the backseat. “I’ll take you home.” 

You can only mumble out a small ‘mmm’ to him because your body has become heavy with sleep. He takes it upon himself to gently buckle you into your seat. As he leans over to click it into place he gets a whiff of your perfume. It’s more muted now since the day is over, but it’s still just as potent to him as the second you put it on this morning. After he finishes, he hops down and closes the passenger door. 

“He’s so nice to me.” You whisper to Pope in the backseat before you drift off.

“You have no idea. I just hope you remember when you wake up.” 

Frankie climbs into his seat and cranks up the car. Both men opt to listen to the quiet sounds of the tires on the road instead of the radio for fear that it will wake you up. He pulls into your apartment complex and parks as gently as he can. 

“Grab her keys from her bag, would you?” Frankie asks. He keeps his eyes on you while Pope looks. You look just as sweet in sleep as you do awake, he thinks. You really were as lovely as he thought you were. 

“Uhhh, Catfish?” 

“What?” 

“She only has keys for the gym in here. I can’t find her apartment keys.” He hears Pope laugh dryly in the back seat. “I couldn’t have planned something more perfect if I tried.” 

“What are you going on about?”

“The way I see it you have two choices. Choice one is to wake her up and ask her where her keys are.”

“I’m not going to wake her up, Pope. Mirar, solo mírala.”

“Choice two is to let her crash at your place tonight.”

They both look at you, sound asleep and ignorant about the current situation. 

“I don’t know, man.” Frankie looks over his shoulder at his friend. “I don’t want her to wake up and think I kidnapped her or something. Won’t that be scary for her to wake up in a place that she has never been before?”

“It beats the hell out of waking up in the morning outside of her own front door.” 

He knows his friend is right, but he’s still hesitant as to how you will react when you wake up. Reluctantly, he puts his truck in reverse and heads for Pope’s house. 

***

Unlocking his front door while he has you in his arms bridal style proves a lot more difficult than he originally anticipated. Yet, he would do it a million times over if it meant that he got to hold you this close. When he finally gets inside he closes the door with his foot and heads straight for his bedroom. There was no question about it, he was going to sleep on the couch and you were going to get his bed. He walks into his room and leaves the door open so the hallway light can spill inside. Thankfully he didn’t make his bed this morning so the covers were already pulled back enough. He sets you down on the mattress like you were made of glass; one wrong move by him and you would shatter into a million pieces. A small cry escapes you when his body is no longer touching yours. He wants to capture that sound and keep it locked away in his heart. Before he tucks you in, he carefully unties your shoes and sets them down beside the nightstand so you will see them in the morning. He brings the covers up so that they rest just below your chin. Despite his initial hesitation to bring you back home with him, he can’t help but feel that you look perfectly in place in his bed. He kneels down next to you and tucks a rogue strand of hair back behind your ear. You unconsciously lean into his touch, seeking the warmth he provides. His lips find a home on your forehead and he whispers to you before he gets up to leave. 

“Sweet dreams…mi estrella.”

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[night-dazai]

The Demon Never Died

Part - 1

(Dazai x Reader)

Hello all this is where Dazai’s lover is kidnapped by rapists whom he was supposed to capture. It has a lot of angst, fighting, violence. 

This is part one 

It has been four months since you and dazai started dating, your first ever relationship. His work in the ADA was very little is what you felt cause every time you come home from college he is there with open arms welcoming you with sweet smiles and hugs. He is trying to cook but always ends up burning your kitchen, reading a book or rarely (I mean once in a blue moon ) working on some files he got from the blonde who will kill him if he is not done with it . College as ended the third semester for you and here you were free in the morning instead of being in a class or the library or just roaming around, here you are in your bed. Waking up at 10 am to find your boyfriend's cute notes in the bathroom and a burnt toast on the table , you smile and eat it and add a few eggs to your breakfast and go back to bed. You are scrolling your phone for hours now and it is lunchtime when your phone rings “ Bella~~~” the whiny kid like voice is heard making you giggle “ hey samu , what doing ?” you ask sitting up excited to hear your lover voice . “ I am being poisoned here ~ help me love help you-” his voice got cut with someone shouting and you need no one to tell you it is Kunikida“ y/n i am sorry dazai -san is safe please dont worry “The poor kid says making you smile more at this silly little routine “ its fine Atsushi 

i know you, guys had lunch ?” you asking getting up and walking to the kitchen “ not yet we are going out and might get late so i dont think Dazai -san would be able to come and meet you today “ he said his voice going low and soft . You could feel the look on his face “ its fine comeone , its his work , be careful all of you “ you said trying to cheer the kid and it worked “ sure y/n thanky you, i have to go now and dazai-san cannot talk for a while so later , bye” he said ending the call .  

Its around 1 pm and you have no energy to cook, the last few weeks of exams not seeing Dazai had you feeling so down and the fact that you cannot see him again today made you feel even more low “ this is the fourth time this week he cannot see me and i just started my holidays “ you checked the number of days left “ 20 more days of holidays for what not see him “ you pouted feeling a bit mad but mostly sad. You went back to your bed and ordered takeout. An hour later you sat in the couch felling full “ now what …” you mumbled starting at the ceiling when your phone rang “ y/n “ you heard your lovers voice “ Daz-” “ where are you ?” his voice was low but firm and had a tinch on panic in it “ home but whr-” again he cut you speaking “ dont open the door to anyone and dont leave the place till i come and when i out of your house i will call but other than that done move . got it “ he asked . At this point you had no idea who you were talking to cause you have never heard your sweet silly lover like this “ ye.yes samu “ you said and instantly the line got cut . For the next 3 hours you watched tv with all your door and windows locked waiting quietly for lover when you heard someone ring the bell “ baby~~ its me opne the door “ his voice cooed as you ran towards the door . But before you opened it you recalled the call “ i will call once i am out “ he said . You backed up to your phone when the banging on the door got louder , you tired calling him again and again with no luck . Your eyes getting wet with tears and your entire body trembled as fear took over still you ran to the kitchen grabbed a knife and went into your closet as your main door was broken “ where are you ?” now you knew the difference it sounded like Dazai but it was not him . You could not see outside but knew there was more than 2 people cause the number of shuffling foot was a bit too loud and thast when your phone rang . Panicking you picked the call “ samu they got it someo-” you yelped as the closet door opened to see a random guy who was twice your size smiling at “ got it “ he said grabbing a handful of your hair . As you tried to wriggle free and shout to dazai they grabbed the phone and thats when you saw , 6 men in your bed room each with a weapon of their own “ my my who do we have here on line , come and get your little lover from us “ the guy holding your hair said throwing your phone which shatters to pieces. Your cired telling them to leave you but his grip on your hair just got more rough “ nah i need you to find him come on dove lets go “ he said spraying a weird on your face before you blanked out . 

Dazai stood still with his phone in his hands as Kunikida started at his partner, the mission had not gone as per plan and when they saw the letter of threat and the numerous missed calls from you all could not stop Dazai from panicking. “Wh-” Kunikida could not get a word out before his eyes widened in horror “They got her “ Dazai said without turning to look at him “ god, we must hurry yes we must “ Atsushi said freaking out when Kunidia mumbled looking at one of the files they were given “ they.. They were former …” his voice trailed seeing the words which dazai completed “rapists “ . For the first time ever did Kunikida saw Dazai look like that and that when he remembered another fact “ former port mafia demon prodigy Dazai Osamu “

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[ozai-the-bonsai]

I really enjoyed your Tame the Dragon series ♥ If it's not a problem, I would like to request Daemon x best friend reader. They know each other for years and she is the only one he truly trusts and enjoys her company. She is in love with him for years, but he's never showed any romantic interest in her. But one day when ser Harwin starts flirting with her and she flirts back, he gets super jealous and possesive, and drags the confused reader into his chambers, making her scream his name so loud that the whole castle will know that she belongs to him.

A/N: I’m so sorry that it took me an eternity to finally finish this but for the last two weeks I have been super busy -uni started again, and the first weeks are always full of events so I was rarely home :3 Anyway, it got a lot longer than I expected (: Hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x BestFriend!reader

Summary: is in the request itself (:

Word Count: 4,8k

Warnings: I'm not a native English speaker, strong language, smut, possesive Daemon

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You held your breath as the dragon turned its head towards you.

Daemon let out a soft laugh when he saw how tense you were becoming by the second. “All these years, we were the best of friends; however, I have never known you were afraid of dragons.” He spoke with a mocking tone. If you were not standing in front of Caraxes at the moment, you would turn to face him and roll your eyes at him. Instead, you showed him the middle finger while your eyes were still fixed at the dragon in front of you. “Which is quite ironic…”

You didn’t let him finish his word as you spoke. “Because my best friend is a dragon?” You were talking about him, of course. Daemon made an approving sound.

“Don’t be such a pussy, Y/N, he is not going to eat you.” He spoke, once again with a mocking tone, and held you from your left wrist.

“He can eat you, too, if he wants to, you know that, right?” You asked him, then you let out a scream when you felt Daemon dragging you closer to Caraxes. “Daemon!”

“No, he cannot.” He said as he placed your hand on the dragon’s nose. You, once again, held your breath for you were literally touching a dragon. However, once you realised that Caraxes didn’t mind you at all, you let yourself slowly relax as you tried to devour the feeling of its cold, hard scales under your palm. “See, didn’t I tell you?” From the tone of his voice, you could imagine a small smile on Daemon’s lips.

“Shut up,” you muttered as you placed your right hand on Caraxes’ scales, too. “Is he always that cold to the touch?”

Daemon nodded as he watched you getting familiar with his dragon. “Mostly, unless he is about to shoot some fire.” His words made you tense up again, you quickly pulled back your hands. You took a deep breath upon feeling Daemon’s hand on the small of your back. “Relax, Y/N, he won’t burn you alive unless I say so.”

You turned back to look at him as you raised an eyebrow. “Should I be concerned, my Prince?” Realising that how handsome he looked under the dim lighting of the Dragonpit, you held your breath.

I just wish he would have, at some point in the past, noticed it. The way I have always looked at him.

He shrugged with a careless manner. “Just try to get on my good side, then you won’t become his dinner.” When he saw the horrified expression on your face, Daemon let out a laughter. “We have known each other ever since we were little kids, and you still tend to believe everything I say.”

You rolled your eyes as you muttered under your breath. “As if your tone allows me to tell whether you’re joking…”

He ignored your last remark and held you tight from your waist, causing you to frown. At the same time, feeling his body standing too close to yours caused your heart to beat faster. You could easily feel the heat radiating off his body. “Now, let’s get to the fun part.” He said as the edge of lips turned upwards. “You’ll be going on a ride.”

Before you could find the chance to protest, Daemon lifted you up from the ground and literally threw you to the saddle. You let out a scream. “Daemon, what the fuck?!”

“Come on, I am sure you’ll enjoy it.” He told you as he climbed onto the saddle. “Just hold on tight, or I will have to explain it to your father and my brother why you fell down from the sky.”

“I am so going to kill you when this is over…” You muttered angrily and wrapped your arms around Daemon’s waist -he was sitting in front of you. He blew a kiss at you with a cocky smirk inhabiting his lips. Then, he said something in High Valyrian, which caused Caraxes to slowly stand up on its feet. When the dragon started walking, you let out another scream.

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N, we are not even flying yet.” Daemon kept on taunting you. “Get a hold of yourself.”

“Shut up or I’ll bite your ear.” You threatened him. This was something from your childhood -there had been this one time when Daemon had pissed you off so much that you had bit his ear in return. Over the years, the rather funny incident had evolved into an inside joke between you two.

Daemon laughed. “We will see who bites whom this time, Y/N. Now hold on tight.”

As you tightened your arms around his waist, Daemon said something in High Valyrian, again, which caused Caraxes to slowly flap its wings. You pressed your lips against each other not to scream this time for you didn’t want to give Daemon anything else so that he couldn’t taunt you anymore.

Then, Caraxes started to fly.

It was a wonderful feeling, being able to touch the clouds, and yet terrifying. When Caraxes stopped ascending and started flying horizontally, at a constant speed, the fear slowly left you as it gave its place to excitement. You cheered, throwing your left hand into the air.

Daemon chuckled as he raised his left hand in the air, too, then took a hold of yours to place it around his waist. You weren’t sure if it was flying or Daemon’s touch that was causing the butterflies in your stomach to go wild. “See, Y/N, I told you you’d like it.” He said. “Sometimes I feel like I know you better than you know yourself.”

At that moment, you wanted to try something daring -something you probably would not be bold enough to do if you weren’t, to some extent, drunken with adrenaline running wild through your veins.

Shifting a little bit in your place, you lifted your hips off the saddle and leaned forward. Then, you left a kiss on Daemon’s cheek, intentionally letting your lips linger there longer than they needed to. “Thank you, Daemon.” You said as you sat back your place, your arms were still tight around his waist. You could see the hints of a smile inhabiting his lips.

“Would you like to see something thrilling?” Daemon asked you, as if what he had been showing you wasn’t thrilling at all. Still, curiosity got the better of you -as it always did -so you made an approving sound. “Dracarys!”

[Time Skip]

When Daemon jumped down from the saddle, he was covered in ash and dust since he had made you literally fly into the cloud of smoke after Caraxes had thrown fire. You were pretty sure that you looked just the same -your face covered in grey dust, black ashes inhabiting your hair.

As you followed him down, leaving the saddle, you kept thinking about how magical it had actually felt. Being completely alone with him, up in the sky… It felt somehow right. You lifted your head up to cast a quick look at Daemon, only to meet his violet eyes already roaming around your pretty face. The intense look inside his eyes made you turn yours away almost immediately.

You held your breath as he took a step closer to you, looking down at you. Then, he raised his right hand in the air to push back a strand of your hair behind your ear, letting his fingertips touching your face on purpose.

You had known him for years, ever since you were a child and growing up with Daemon, you couldn’t help but find yourself enjoying his presence more and more to the point that you started to feel something for him. Over the years, your feelings had got only stronger even though he had never shown any romantic interest in you. Not that you were expecting him to since you knew very well how twisted he was, all these years you had never known him to grow feelings for anyone -your bond with him had always been the strongest, hence he trusted you the most.

It was for a fact that you were unable to get rid of your feelings for him; however, at times like this (although they were pretty seldom) little things he did were confusing you to the point of losing your sleep for a couple of nights.

He was probably simply trying to tease you for he had absolutely no idea about the way you felt about him.

“We should go get dressed,” Daemon spoke, bringing you back to reality. “Your ladyship would not miss the little gathering of the King, would you?”

You rolled your eyes at him as you walked towards the exit, Daemon following you. “Your ladyship, my ass,” you muttered. You hated to be called that way and Daemon, of course, knew about that.

Daemon snorted at your reaction. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

As you were about to turn right to look at him, your eyes found Ser Harwin Strong approaching you. Quickly wearing your ladylike attitude, you let your expression get softer. “Ser Harwin,” you greeted him.

“My lady,” he greeted you back, then turned to Daemon. “My prince.”

Daemon made a simple movement with his head, not even speaking to him.

Ser Harwin took your right hand and brought it to his lips. “Even the ash and the dust are unable to cloud your beauty, Lady Y/N.” He said, causing you to giggle. “Will you be joining the gathering today, my Lady?”

You nodded with a soft smile on your lips. “I hope to see you there, Ser Harwin.”

If you hadn’t been so focused on Harwin Strong, you would have certainly felt the jealousy radiating off Daemon.

[Time Skip]

The skirts of the silver dress you were wearing swayed in the soft wind as you brought the glass to your mouth, taking a big from the wine. Meanwhile, you were hoping for Ser Harwin Strong not to notice how pink your cheeks had become for he had been showering you with compliments since the beginning of the gathering.

Though, you had to admit that he was awfully attractive. And he knew how to approach a charming young woman like you.

The more he flirted with you, the more you started to daydream about how it would feel to have his strong arms around your waist, his lips brushing against yours…

You had laid with men before but none of them were nearly as handsome as Harwin, which made the simplest thought even more exciting.

But what about Daemon? You kept asking yourself time to time, even though you knew you needn’t feel guilty for there had never been anything between you two. Still, the feelings you had for him were as real as ever, which made you feel like as if you could… break something by getting close with Harwin Strong.

“You have a rather strong liking for wine, my Lady.” Harwin said as he filled your cup with red wine. The edge of your lips curled upwards while you nodded.

“Well, I grew up with the Prince and as you know, he brings all the best wine from his adventures across the Narrow Sea for he drinks only the best.” You told him.

Harwin smiled at you. “Of course, Prince Daemon has an impeccable taste,” he said and his eyes lingered on your lips for a short while before he continued to speak. “I would like to hear more of your adventures with the Prince, my Lady. On a pleasant evening, with some Dornish wine, perhaps?”

Upon feeling someone looking at you, you turned your head to the right, only to meet Daemon’s violet eyes. He was standing by the wall, hands crossed over his chest. Even from that distance, you could clearly feel the jealousy radiate off him, which left you only confused. The moment your eyes met his, he frowned and turned his look towards Harwin Strong, jealousy visible in his violet pupils.

Quickly, you turned back to Harwin with a soft smile on your lips, though you were still thinking about Daemon. “Of course, Ser Harwin, I would love to.”

You could swear Harwin’s dark eyes shone with happiness as he took a big sip from his wine. Wind made his brown curls sway ever so gently, causing him to look even more handsome than he already was.

“I am so sorry to interrupt this pleasant conversation, Ser Harwin, but I have to steal Lady Y/N for a while.”

Daemon’s voice made you slightly leap up in your place for you hadn’t seen him approaching you two. Harwin Strong gave Daemon a small nod and held your free hand, gently bringing it to his lips. Then, he walked away, joining his father and his brother.

Suddenly, Daemon took the cup away from your hands and placed it on the table next to you. Before you could ask him what the hell was happening, he held you firmly from your left wrist and literally dragged you behind him as he walked into the castle.

“Daemon, what do you think you are doing?!” You hissed between your teeth, trying to keep up with his pace as he walked steadily. “Everyone is looking at us!”

“Good,” was the only thing he said. You had never seen him like this; hence you could not tell what he was about to do or why he had suddenly started acting in such a weird way. It was impossible to ignore the anger and jealousy waves coming from him, which confused you even more.

Then, it all hit you.

He was jealous because you had been flirting with Harwin Strong all afternoon.

You tried to shake your arm free. “Daemon, let me at least walk on my own, for fuck’s sake!”

He looked at you over his shoulder, still dragging you behind him. “So that you could walk back to him?”

“This is about him, then.” You said as you forcefully freed your wrist from his hold the moment he stopped. Little did you realise that he had dragged you right in front of his chambers. “What is wrong with you?”

“I do not want to see him with you again, Y/N.” Daemon spoke with a low but demanding voice that sent shivers down your spine.

“Why do you care?” You asked with your hands crossed over your chest, a deep frown inhabiting your face. Daemon took a step towards you. As he looked down at you, you could feel his warm breath licking your forehead. “You have never shown any interest in me, Daemon, and you choose this moment to…”

He didn’t even let you finish your word as he pressed his lips against yours.

You pushed him away with a confused expression on your face. “What are you doing?” You asked, your voice was lower than a whisper for you could not find the strength to talk. Your whole body was shaking, and your breath was heavy as if you had been on a run. “Someone could see us!”

“I don’t give a single fuck,” Daemon spoke with a husky tone as he pulled you against his chest and cupped your face. “In fact, I want everyone in this castle to know that you are mine.” Your eyes were wide with shock, you didn’t know how to react to his words for all those years, you had believed that he had taken absolutely no fancy to you, that you had been the only one yearning for the other’s touches.

“Daemon,” you breathed out his name as he leant into you, his lips brushing against yours.

“You are mine, Y/N,” he whispered against your lips, his left hand caressing your cheek. “And no one else shall lay their hands on you ever again.”

When his lips captured yours, you felt as if your heart was trying to break free from your chest, beating so fast which made you wonder if Daemon could hear it as well. He didn’t give you any time to think about what he had just told you while he kissed you with such hunger as if he wanted to capture your next breath.

You found it hard to believe what was really happening.

Even though all you wanted at that moment was to let yourself get lost in the kiss and sink into Daemon’s arms, the thoughts roaming in your head were not allowing you to leave yourself completely to his touches -you wanted to know why he was acting that way, why he had got jealous in the first place and since when he was thinking about you in a different way.

Slowly, you tried to pull your head a little back to put some distance between your lips. “Daemon, I need…” The Rogue Prince didn’t let you speak as his lips captured yours once again; however, you insisted on talking as you took a little step back. “Let me speak.”

“Shh,” Daemon whispered while he pressed his index finger against your lips. With his other hand, he opened the doors to his chambers. “We have been speaking for years, Y/N.” Holding you from your hand, he pulled you inside and closed the door behind you. Your heart started to beat faster as if it was even possible when you found yourself stuck between the wooden doors and Daemon’s body. His hands were placed on the door you were leaning on either sides of your head. Every time you inhaled, your chest was brushing against his. Daemon’s violet eyes were darkened with lust as he looked down at you. “I am sick of the words.”

The closer he stood to you, the more you were losing your grip on reality.

You took a deep breath when he wrapped one of his hands around your waist, leaning into you. “I want you, Y/N,” he breathed the words against your skin and laid his lips on your neck. You pressed your lips against each other. “I want to mark every inch of your body as mine,” he sucked on the flesh, causing you to gasp. Your hands slowly found their way around his neck. “So that no other men would dare touch you again.”

Every time his lips met the sensitive skin of your neck, you could feel the control slipping away from your fingers, your judgement being clouded by desire. You have been yearning for this very moment ever since you could remember; hence, in mere seconds, all the doubts and the questions troubling you dissolved into thin air as lust took control of your body.

You were scarcely aware of your actions as you held Daemon from his chin and pulled him against your lips, which caused him to chuckle into the kiss. His lips were hungry against yours, he licked your lower lip for you to give him an entrance.

Once you parted your lips, his tongue slid into your mouth, meeting yours in midway. You pressed Daemon more against your body as you deepened the kiss, your hands working their way through the layer of clothes to leave him with his shirt.

For a brief moment, Daemon broke the kiss to send you a cocky smirk. At the same time, his right hand was slowly sliding under the long skirts of your dress. “I didn’t know that you were lusting after me, Lady Y/N.” He spoke with a playful tone and pressed his lips against yours once again.

“There are a lot of things,” you spoke in between kisses, “you don’t know, my Prince.”

You gasped as his fingers climbed up your inner thigh. “I’m intrigued,” Daemon whispered and took your lower lip between his teeth. Your breath got heavier as his fingers reached your core. The edge of Daemon’s lips curled upwards upon feeling your wetness against his fingertips. “You’re fucking wet, Y/N, and I haven’t even started touching you yet.”

His free hand cupped your breast over the fabric of your dress, you bit your lower lip as you spoke. “Just the simplest thought,” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his violet ones as you spoke, “of you burying yourself deep within me,” you gasped when you felt Daemon’s middle finger brushing against your clit, “is enough.”

You could feel the hardness inside Daemon’s trousers growing bigger as it pressed against your lower stomach.

“Tell me,” Daemon whispered against your lips as his finger began to move faster, causing you to bite your lower lip to silence your moans. “Have you ever touched yourself, imagining it was me that was touching you?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. Daemon started toying with your clit faster, again, which made you let out a silent moan this time. You could see his eyes getting darker by the second.

“Have you ever thought about me,” he asked, once more fastening the movement of his finger so that your moans became louder. Anyone passing by could easily hear you for you were leaning the door. “When you laid with other men?”

To get a better angle, Daemon made you lift your right leg with his other hand. You were trying to unbutton his shirt but it was almost impossible for you to concentrate yourself on anything. “Yes,” you spoke but it came out more like a moan. “Every fucking time.”

The feeling in your stomach was building up, your moans were becoming louder and more frequent. “Before, you always came to the thought of me,” Daemon whispered against your skin, he could tell that you were close to the edge. “This time, you will come for me.”

With the last bits of strength left in your body, you held Daemon’s arm. “But I don’t want to come just yet.” You whispered. Daemon slowed down the movement of his finger upon hearing you, a smirk inhabited his lips.

“As you wish, my Lady.”

Letting you rest your right foot on the floor, Daemon moved both of his hands to your waist and pulled you into a kiss. However, you really weren’t focusing on the kiss as your hands made their way to his trousers, pushing them down to free his erection from the cloth. Daemon let out a grunt when you wrapped your hand around his cock.

Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto your knees, your eyes didn’t leave his as you licked through his length. A deep grunt left Daemon’s throat when you took his cock in your mouth, moving your head back and forth.

“Fuck,” he growled, his left hand found its way to your hair, pushing his length deeper into your throat. Fighting your gagging reflex, you tried to go on like that -taking him deep into your throat -but eventually, you had to pull your head back. Before you could take him in your mouth once again, Daemon held you from your chin and pulled you to your feet. “Tonight, I want to fuck you, Y/N, until you come screaming my name, letting every single man in this damn castle know that you belong to me.” He said upon seeing the confused look in your eyes. “Your mouth will be the next time.”

His words made you blush but at the same time, you found yourself giggling as he led you to the bed. Once again that night, Daemon’s lips captured yours. His hands were trying to break you free from the dress, but he was too impatient.

“If you don’t get rid of that dress,” he whispered against your lips with a husky voice. “Then I’ll have to rip it in two.”

You mimicked his tone as you undressed yourself. “I have never known you were so eager to fuck me, Daemon.”

The moment your dress fell down around your ankles, leaving you totally naked, you saw the hungry look in Daemon’s eyes getting even denser.

The Rogue Prince licked his lower lip as he held you from your ass with both hands, pulling you against his bare chest -you didn’t even recall freeing him from his shirt. “Oh, my Lady Y/N, you have absolutely no idea…”

The throbbing between your legs was getting worse by the second, you needed to feel him in you -his cock was pressing against your lower stomach. “Would the Prince like me to ride him,” you whispered against his lips as you gently pushed Daemon towards his bed, making him sit. “As I rode his dragon?”

As a response, Daemon pulled you onto his lap.

Riding two dragons a day, you thought to yourself as you slowly slid onto his cock, causing both of you to inhale deeply. I deserve a fucking medal.

Daemon’s hold was firm on your ass as he made you move faster against his hips. “You are only mine, Y/N,” he hissed against your neck before biting, which would surely leave a mark. “Only I can touch you.”

“Yes,” you moaned, fastening the movement of your hips. “I am yours.”

You let out a soft cry when Daemon hit that spot in you, causing your sight to slightly blur.

“Be louder,” he told you, making you hold your body at that particular angle so that every time you let yourself down onto his hips, he would reach that spot. “I want everyone to know that I’m the one fucking you, making you scream.”

Your hands were tangled in his long, silver hair.

Daemon moved one of his hands to your breast, taking your nipple between his fingers. Soon, his mouth replaced his hand as his warm tongue flicked over your hardened nipple. You were pretty sure that everyone in the perimeter could easily hear your soft cries.

“Daemon,” you spoke his name, which came out more or less like a whine.

His lips left your nipple as he moved his hand to your neck. You could imagine that the firm way he held your ass was going to leave some marks. “Yes, Y/N,”

“I… I want you to,” you could barely form words, “fuck me harder.”

The moment those words left your lips, you felt the soft sheets of Daemon’s bed against your skin for he had put you onto your back at that instant. After sliding a little bit up on the bed, he put your legs on his shoulders and thrusted into you. Instinctually, you covered your mouth with your hand to silence your screams for he was continually hitting the sweet spot within you.

Daemon pinned your hands above your head with his left one, the other hand held you steady from your hips. “Don’t,” he spoke with a husky voice as he thrusted deeper, “I want you to scream my name.”

When Daemon’s hand pinning yours over your head moved between your bodies, you were already dangerously close to your orgasm but the aggressive movement of his fingers against your clit sent you over the edge in mere seconds.

You held onto his shoulders, your nails sinking into his skin. “Daemon,” you cried out, “I’m… fuck. Oh fuck!”

“Yes, Y/N,” he grunted as he looked down at you, his silver hair dangling, sweat building up on his forehead. “Come for me.”

Your sight went blurry as the huge wave of pleasure hit you, having you scream Daemon’s name as your legs began to shake. Daemon held your body steady as he continued to thrust deep into you while you rode your orgasm.

You weren’t really sure if it was the way you had been crying out his name or the way your walls had clenched around his cock that sent him over the edge but not long after you, Daemon came as well. Burying his head to the crook of your neck, he kept grunting your name against your skin as his warm seed filled you.

Slowly, Daemon pulled out and rolled onto his back, his chest was still rising up and falling down faster than usual. Turning left, you laid on your side to look at him as he steadied his breathing. Of course, it didn’t take him long to realise your questioning looks lingering on his pretty face. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“So,” you murmured as you began to draw circles on his bare chest with your right index finger. “What now?”

“Now,” Daemon spoke with a low voice, running his right hand along your thighs, “everybody knows that you belong to me. And I will keep reminding them that you are only mine to touch.” The edge of his lips curled upwards. “Every. Fucking. Night.”

#daemon x reader #daemon x reader smut #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen smut #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fic #hotd #hotd fic #daemon x rhaenyra #matt smith #game of thrones #smut

[hangmansgbaby]

Hi! Can I req a oneshot where r is tony Starks daughter and is a military fighter pilot in honor of her uncle Rhodey (just went navy not Air Force in order to establish herself as her own person) and she’s like dating/married to/engaged to/etc Bradley Bradshaw and her dad shows up to surprise her at one point and he and rooster had always gotten along great once past the initial dont-hurt-my-daughter-I-don’t-trust-you-with-her stage and so they like “gang up” on reader but only in as much as it’s fun (like they don’t do too much) but it’s just sweet fluff with dad Tony and SO rooster and dad in law tony just 🫠🥹 anyways sorry to bother if u don’t want it! Love all u do <3

A Stark in the Wind

Summary: Y/n "Stark" Bradshaw was part of the top 1% of Naval aviators. When Y/n gets called back to Top Gun alongside her husband, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, her father decides to make the trip to California. While he’s expecting a nice dinner on his last night in town, something else comes into play.

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Wife!Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Readers

Warnings: none?(Let me know if I should add any)

Note: I TOTALLY strayed from the request with Tony and Bradley messing with reader but its still so cute and has such cute father/son in law moments that I think it’ll do.

Word count: 1.3k

Masterlist

“Why do I always agree to road trips in the Bronco?” Y/n sighs, stretching as she hopped out of her husband’s truck.

“Because you love me?” Bradley chuckles, shutting the door before pulling y/n close. “Besides, you really wanna fly here and then get a rental car?”

“We could’ve taken my car, at least we wouldn’t have been broken down on the side of the road for 6 hours.”

“You weren’t complaining those six hours,” Bradley mumbles into a kiss, pinning her against the side of the truck.

“Babe, if you don’t stop were never going in.”

“Maybe that’s my plan.” Bradley wiggles his brows making y/n laugh.

“I’m going inside Bradshaw.” She pushes him back, walking aged into the Hard Deck. Bradley groans before jogging after her, opening the door before y/n can grab it.

“My lady.” He bows slightly, a teasing smirk on his face.

“Still not happening, handsome.” She taps his face before walking into the bar, her husband close behind.

“Bradshaws! That you guys?” Y/n smiles at the voice of her best friend, dragging her husband over to the pool tables. She immediately pulls Phoenix into a tight hug. “This is how I find out you’re stateside?”

“Yeah, just thought we’d surprise you.” Bradley chuckles.

“I’m gonna go grab us some drinks.” Y/n jogs up to the bar, drumming a little when Penny turns around. “Hey Pen, one beer and a water please.” Y/n smiles.

“Hey, when did you newlyweds get back? Haven’t seen you two since the wedding.”

“Bradley go stationed in Virginia and I got pulled into a pretty big mess in New York before heading down there. Been a super busy year.” Y/n sighs taking a sip of her drink.

“Now I know I raised to better than to drink beer.” A voice calls out from behind her.

“Dad?! Hey!” Y/n abandons the drinks and wraps her dad in a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Just checking up on my favorite aviators, and helping the Navy with a few upgrades.”

“Of course.” Y/n laughs. “How's Pepper and little Morgan?”

“They’re great!”

“And how are you?” Y/n asks.

“Good, good. I’m doing a lot better.” Y/n had gotten lucky with the blip. Bradley and all her friends were still around afterwards but she had lost so much family at the same time.

“Its okay to not be okay. I miss him too.” Him, Peter Parker. He was like a little brother to y/n, called her at least twice a week for help on his science homework, especially when they talked about aerodynamics.

“Where’s that boy toy of yours? Chicken?”

“Rooster, dad. He’s over by the pool tables.” Y/n leads her father, drinks in hand, to the group.

“B, look who I found.” Y/n smiles handing Bradley his drink.

“Mr. Stark, how are you sir?” Bradley greets, shaking his hand.

“I thought I told you to call me Tony.” He greets his son-in-law. “Who are your friends?”

“Holy shit! You’re Tony Stark! The Tony Stark!”

“That’s Lieutenant Garcia, callsign Fanboy. Lieutenant Trace, callsign Phoenix. And Lieutenant Fitch, callsign Payback. And that's Lieutenant Floyd, aka Bob. ”

“Please to meet you sir.” Phoenix greets.

“Big fan.” Payback smiles.

“Those two over there are lieutenants Machado and Seresin, Coyote and Hangman.” Bradley introduces.

“You must be the one my daughter tells me about?” Tony questions, nodding towards Hangman.

“Awe you talk about me Stark?” Hangman plays shocked, a hand on his chest.

“Wish it was good things don’t ya?” Y/n chuckles. “Guys this my dad.”

“No way!” Fanboy shrieks.

“You’re dad is Iron Man?”

“Dude, how are you still alive?” Hangman and Coyote joke towards Bradley.

“As much as I would love to stay and chat, duty calls.” Tony nods to everyone before turning to his daughter. “Sweetheart.” He hugs her. “I’ll see you later, Bradshaw.”

“Good to see you too, sir.”

“Dinner at my place, Saturday. Don’t be late.” Tony points walking towards the exit.

Y/n nods before turning back towards her friends to their faces in shock. “Alright, ask away!”

Saturday night

“Hey! There’s my two favorite aviators!” Tony calls out as y/n and Bradley walk into the quaint beech house.

“Hi dad.”

“We brought wine.” Bradley smiles, setting the bottle down on the kitchen counter.

“Tony have you seen my-“ pepper round the corner from the hallway to see y/n and Bradley. “Oh my god hi!”

Y/n quickly pulls her step-mom into a tight hug. “As much as I love you, Pepper. Where’s the baby?” Y/n hears Morgan’s coos come from the living room and she immediately takes off towards it.

“She’s getting baby fever.” Tony points out to Bradley.

“No, she’s just excited to see her little sister, she was an only child for 30 years.” Bradley jabs back.

“I’m just saying. She might want them now.”

“She loves flying too much right now. Told her we’d wait until she was ready to hang up her wings.” Bradley sighs. “Its what she wants.”

“I think what she wants is for you to be happy and to have a family with you.” Pepper nods towards the living room. They look over to couch to see y/n making silly faces a Morgan, making the 6 month old baby giggle.

“I’m ready. I have been since the day I met her. But having kids means she gives up flying for 10 months and then there is no guarantee that she’ll go back. I can’t ask her to give that up just because I want a couple of kids.” Bradley explains, turning towards his father-in-law who was working over the food on the stove.

“Ya know, that statement right there is why I’m glad you married my daughter. You remind me nothing of myself, which makes you perfect.” Tony smiles, plating the food for everyone.

“Thanks Tony.” Bradley smiles. “Let me help get these to the table.”

It was silent around the dinner table. Everyone ate in silence while y/n picked at her food.

“Y/n? You okay?” Pepper asks, the first to mention her strange behavior.

“Yea, I’m okay.”

“You sure? You’ve been off since we got here.” Bradley notes.

“I-“ y/n sighs. “I have an announcement.” She says, standing from the table. “I won’t be flying. Actually, I can’t fly the mission.” Bradley stares at her dumbfounded, eyes begging her to continue. “I uh… I wanted to tell you before but I was too nervous and ai know we said we would wait but…”

“Spit it out already.” Tony groans, still eating.

“I’m pregnant.”

Everyone froze, forks dropping to their plates in surprise.

“You’re serious?” Bradley questions.

“Yea, found out right before we left.” Y/n nods softly. She can’t read Bradley’s face, unsure if he was happy or not.

“Holy shit.” Bradley mutters, leaning back.

“You okay there big guy?” Tony questions.

“I’m gonna be a dad?” Bradley asks, looking at at his father in law.

“Yea, Bradley. You’re gonna be a dad.” Tony smiles. “I’m gonna be a grandfather.”

“Holy shit!” Bradley cheers.

“Language!” Pepper chimes.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant!” Y/n watches his eyes light up at the thought. “We’re gonna have a baby?”

“Yea.” Y/n nods excitedly. “Yea we are.”

“I love you, so much.” Bradley mutters, standing to give y/n a kiss.

“I love you too.” Y/n smiles, holding Bradley close.

“Congratulations!” Pepper cheers.

“Congratulations son!” Tony smiles, pulling Bradley into a tight hug. “Your parents would be proud of you.”

“Thank you Tony. Seriously, I appreciate you.”

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #miles teller #rooster #tony stark #avengers #iron man #robert downey jr #top gun x marvel #gbaby requests #gbaby a stark in the wind #hangmansgbaby

[kazmyass]

hey i have a request and its fine if you dont do it cause its a little different to your others! y/n is in a movie with scar, lizzie and flo, y/n sh’s but the others dont know that but one day they see the cuts on y/n’s wrist. i lovee your other oneshots btw

One Day At A Time

Pairings: Scarlett Johansson x gn!reader, Lizzie Olsen x gn!reader, Florence Pugh x gn!reader

Description: After a long day on set, y/n doesn’t notice their scars are visible.

Warnings: TW DO NOT READ THIS IF IT WILL MAKE YOU RELAPSE!!! self harm, mention of scars, angst, lots of comfort.

Words: 900

Prompt: Person A has scars and person B finds out about them

A/N: First of all, thank you for the love, I truly appreciate it! You all mean so much to me! I hope you enjoy, and like I’ve said before, my DMs are always open <3

It was weeks, nearly days since y/n had last self harmed. In all honesty, they were doing better than they had in a while. Since being cast in the up and coming Marvel television series, a spinoff of the Avengers, they had felt better. Happier.

They were with some of their best friends. Scarlett was like a mother to y/n, Lizzie and Florence were like sisters. They had become a family, the four of them. And since they were so close and spent so much time together, y/n barely even thought about self harming.

Of course the urge would come back once and awhile. But that wasn’t the problem. It was the scars. Y/n’s scars weren’t the freshest, but they were definitely still there. Their makeup artist who had been with them since the beginning knew how to cover them up, so no one else on set really knew about y/n’s scars. And it wasn’t like y/n’s costume was extremely revealing anyways.

Y/n sat in their trailer, finishing up their hair and zipping up the last bits of their costume.

“You almost ready babes?” Scarlett knocked on the door of the trailer.

“Yeah! I’ll be out in moment!” Y/n called.

“Good! We got you coffee,” Y/n could practically hear Florence wink.

“Thank you!”

When y/n had finished getting ready, they opened the door to their trailer and was greeted with three smiling faces and four cups of coffee. And a croissant, of course, Florence’s favourite.

“Director wants us in the studio by 8, if we run we can make it.” Lizzie said.

“Jesus Christ, why did no one tell me? Its 7:57!” Y/n’s face went pale.

“Run!” Florence yelled, taking off into a sprint, completely forgetting to give y/n their coffee.

Y/n looked down at their phone. 10:37 pm. They had been on set for nearly 15 hours, and all y/n wanted was to go back to their hotel room and sleep. Y/n barely noticed the lack of makeup on their forearm when they and the girls were walking back to their trailers.

“I didn’t know they added scars to your character. When did they do that?” Lizzie asked out of the blue, nodding towards y/n’s arm.

Y/n cocked their head for a moment, confused as to what Lizzie was talking about.

“Wait yeah, those are badass!” Scarlett added on.

The four reached the trailer section of the set. And it hit y/n. They were talking about their self harm scars.

“I-” Y/n started, too shocked to be able to form a sentence. Florence’s face was the first to drop. She smacked her hand over her mouth and whispered a muffled, “Lizzie.”

Lizzie realized within a split second, as did Scarlett. Scarlett was the first to speak.

“Oh baby, c’mere.” She said, holding her arms out for a hug. Y/n stood for a moment, then collapsed into Scarlett’s arms. Florence and Lizzie enveloped y/n in a big hug and the four were silent for a minute.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. If I had known I never would have said anything” Lizzie said when they broke apart.

Y/n stayed silent.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Florence said, taking y/n’s hand in hers.

Y/n was still silent. Then they took a deep breath.

“I don’t know. I just, I struggle sometimes. I’ve never been like, officially diagnosed or anything, but,” Y/n looked at their faces. Each one of them was focused entirely on them. “I just feel like there’s no way out sometimes. So I...” Y/n trailed off, gesturing to their arm as a conclusion to their sentence.

“Oh hun, I’m so sorry you have to go through that. That’s awful.” Lizzie said.

“It’s okay.” Y/n said, tears threatening to fall from their eyes.

“No, it’s not. You shouldn’t have to go through that. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, let alone a beautiful soul like yours,” Scarlett said. She took y/n’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “We’re here for you love, no matter what.”

Florence had stayed silent the whole time. It was confusing to y/n, Florence usually was the most supportive out of the three girls.

“Hey guys, can I just talk to y/n alone real quick. We’ll meet up with you after.” Florence asked.

“Yeah of course, we’ll see you back at the hotel?” Scarlett said.

Florence nodded, watching the two girls leave and then turning her attention to y/n.

“I understand how you feel.” Florence said.

“Thank you,” y/n said, not really realizing what Florence was really saying.

“No I mean, I really understand.” Florence stayed silent and looked at y/n. Y/n searched Florence’s eyes. And it clicked.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Y/n said.

“Why? It’s been ages and I’m not ashamed. They’re my battle scars. I know it sounds cliche, but I went through a lot a couple years ago, and I like to think of them as a sign that it gets better. How long has it been?” Florence explained.

“Two weeks,” Y/n said.

“Two weeks is amazing y/n!” Florence watched as y/n smiled sheepishly. “Look, I’m not going to tell you to come to me whenever you feel like doing this, or tell you to bring me what you use or whatever you’ve heard before. Just take it one day at a time. Okay?”

“Okay.” Y/n said.

“I love you, y/n. We all do.”

#⁠ #panther speaks #⁠⁠ #anon #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #panthers drabbles #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you #wanda mcu #wanda x y/n #lizzie olsen #mommy wanda #incorrect mcu quotes #wandavision #answered #reader #mcufic #wanda #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff angst #emo wanda x reader #mean wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maxmoff x y/n #mcuwomen #wanda angst #angsty plot

[stevie-petey]

could we perchance get a lil blurb about why/how reader and dustin started their code blues, or maybe just one of their code blues before all the upside down stuff started ? love seeing their sibling relationship always and i think seeing them talking and sharing emotions with each other would be really sweet <3

dustin n reader <333 babies <333

enjoy !

"just because dad left it doesnt mean you can be a bitch."

dustins words cut through you like knives.

"okay, first off, never use that word towards a girl ever again." he rolls his eyes at you and you flick his nose, which he scoffs at. "secondly, i have no idea what youre talking about."

dustin again rolls his eyes. "yeah, you do. youve been a real b- i mean, a real jerk lately."

you want to argue with him, but the words dont seem to come. all you seem to do lately is argue with everyone. and now, confronted with your little brother calling you bitch, you find that youre exhausted.

"i have, havent i?" you finally admit.

dustin nods. "yeah."

you forget sometimes how smart the kid can be. hes only nine and yet here he is, calling you out for actions you shouldve noticed yourself. hes too young to be worrying about this.

"im sorry,"

"its okay. i get it. he sucks, doesnt he?"

"he does, but im still sorry for being such a bitch."

"i thought we couldnt use that word."

you ruffle dustins hair. "nope, youre not allowed to. i am, though."

he sighs, as if expecting that response, and starts to walk out your room. the conversation doesnt feel finished yet, however, and you call after him. "wait!'

"i gotta pee."

"okay, and i told you to wait."

he groans but sits back down on your bed. "do you wanna... talk?"

"ew!"

"i know, but... im serious, buddy. we havent really talked since dad left and i realize i kinda suck as a big sister right now." you feel guilt crawling up your throat, one of the few emotions youve felt these last few days. your dad left a few weeks ago, but sometimes it feels like its been a lifetime.

"you dont suck," dustin reassures you. "youre just... scary right now."

you snort. "yeah, like thats any better."

its quiet now, and dustin sits stiffly against your bed. he seems scared being so close to you, as if you could erupt any second, and you feel horrible for it. youre not sure what you can do, though. theres still so much anger within you, resentment and betrayal, and you dont know how to express so much without hurting those around you.

then, an idea comes to you.

"what about this. we'll call it a code blue."

dustin looks up at you, curious. "whats a code blue?"

"well, my dear brother, its something we'll do when we cant express how we feel or when we think the other sibling needs to have a talk. whenever one of us calls a code blue, the other has to answer honestly and listen as best as they can. once its over, we never bring it up again and we conclude with a hug. hows that sound?"

he thinks for a moment. "honest about anything?"

"mhm,"

"alright. i think that could work. seems less emotional."

you laugh. "i figured youd like that part."

"so... code blue?" dustin asks hesitantly.

"code blue."

you tell dustin everything, explaining why youve been so destructive and bitter and mean. he listens as best as any nine year old can, and as you tell him everything, the weight that had been pressing against your chest these last few weeks begins to lessen. slowly, during the code blue, it becomes easier to breathe.

when youre finally done, right as the last words leave your lips, dustin throws his arms around you. "i love you."

you bring a hand to his hair and kiss the top of his head. "i love you, too. dont let me get all mean again, yeah?"

"i wont."

"good."

#southelroy #m's writing #bug lore #come home blurb #m speaks #ask #set before season 1 ! #reader used to mean #gasp ! #trauma core tbh

[fallingforel]

arabella pt 3- Talk!

masterlist

when the debrief happens and y/n cant find alex anywhere 

warnings- swearing, heartbreak, mentions of cheating, please let me know if there are anymore and I will add them to this list

“look all I’m trying to say George is that maybe we should go over some of the pacts we made and see if some of them need rediscussing or not” “Look just get some sleep matty, we all need rest, lets discuss this better when we’re actually not delusional” the bed being well inflated by now I hug George goodnight retrieving a blanket from the pile of junk on one side of the room. and getting some well-deserved rest.

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After a well deserved night of rest from last nights activities its safe to say I was still sore after all Alex and I did have a few rounds, anyway I’m letting my point digress. Right now its currently 1pm and I’ve just woken up to an empty bed, Alex nowhere to be found. The thing that woke me up? George singing a bad rendition of an elvis presley song, probably to get me up to make him and everyone juice. Thats the thing with George, the thing with all the boys really, once they get an idea in their head they literally do not let go, so it looks like im going to have to get up and go on the hunt for alex to ask if he wants a juice and a bacon sandwich because I just know that Ross will be making them, Its what we’ve always done we go on a night out, then the morning after we have bacon sandwiches and juice and debrief from the night befores previous’ antics. 

So eventually managing to stand, i get up and go look for Alex not finding him on the balcony, I then admit my defeat of being unlucky trying to find the chocolate eyed boy and head into the kitchen met with surprise because George was cooking the bacon sandwiches this time. “Ahh y/n/n was wondering when you’d get up, here woke up and found this on the side” George said handing me a napkin folded over with my name on it with words scribbled in sharpie inside. “Hey! You should apologise it was your god awful rendition of elvis presley that woke me up from my beauty sleep, lord knows, thanks. You didn’t read it did you?” my words coming out to George a bit more mean than usual.

“No. I didn't, thought you wouldn't want me too. Plus it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me would it?” laughing at his words “since when are you a gentleman George?” to that i was just met with a hum in response so I decided to open the napkin which read. 

“y/n i really enjoyed last night had to run though have to record in the studio for the new album coming, think you’ll really like this one, its got a bit of everything in it,  so sorry to run wouldve loved to try your juice. anyway , heres my number 07*********, call me sometime soon we can organise something im sure

Al x :)” 

Smiling like a giddy school girl whos just got invited to her first date, I put it in my pocket of my hoodie, saving it for later making a mental note to call him when everyone was gone. George then spoke up from infront of me interrupting my train of thought, “So y/n what did you get up to last night? Anything interesting?” “whats that supposed to mean G?” i asked raising my eyebrows in question. “Nothing just wanted to know if anything happened with alex, he seems like a good lad and also i noticed how close you two were last night. I also may or may not have heard you two just a tad.” Burying my head in my hands out of abashment, “oh god i only thought matty had heard, dear lord. Im so sorry G.”

“Yeah well it wasnt just matty was it, it was Ross and I aswell okay it might have been a bit embarrassing but when have you not heard one of us, im very happy for you though, y/n/n, glad to see you get back on the field especially after col-” holding my finger out interrupting his sentence “dont you dare utter his name, other wise i will manifest that that bacon spits at you so much that you have burns all over your fingers that they blister and its unbearable pain for weeks” 

George then and there admitted his defeat holding his hands up. “Woah a bit harsh y/n/n,” my threat was overheard and interrupted by Matty, and Ross by the looks of it,  entering the room “Hey, it was completely fair, he almost brought up his name” ross replies. “Thank you, ross I knew I liked you the most out of all of our friendship” for that i was met with a chorus of “heys” even adam, and ross’ “welcome, love.” just sticking his middle finger up at george, hann and matty in response to their hurtful glares at me. “Just kidding i love you all equally, youre all my joint favourite.” i say to put their glares at rest.

“Anyway Hann when did you get here?” “about an hour ago knew we all needed to debrief from the night and when you lot had disappeared knew you would be at the closest flat from the pub, yours of course” adam explained himself. “Yours is the closest to anywhere we go on a night out bug. How is that?” “its because where i live, is club and pub central, dont forget that the uni is literally a 10 minute car ride down the road aswell. even some nights ms. lambert goes out with her old mates to the pub 5 minutes down the road mad i swear plus on nights when im not out i get to catch pub fights through my window, best place ive ever lived i swear, anyway im going off on a tangent plus it looks like the bacons almost done so, does everyone want juice?” just met with a chorus of “yeahs” i get started on making the juice for 5 of us. 

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After 3 minutes everyone was sat on the sofa, and soon we were talking about how last night went for all of us. “So hann,” i started, “who was the girl you were sucking face with last night,seemed very interested in eachother. You barely spoke to us!” “ahh y/n, her names carly, very nice girl ive been on a few dates with her, its early days but i think it might be a really good relationship, last night was only meant to be us but she just happened to be there, think you’ll get along with her, shes very nice and not like em at all” “thats good for you hann, we have to get together sometime so i can meet her, you deserve happiness especially after emma cheated on you with him” i knew you could hear the disgust in my voice, that really hurt when that happened, ross was at a cafe on a date and found them together kissing in a booth he joint called adam and i and we both felt betrayed i guess it was more hurtful for adam as he didnt expect it to happen he thought they were fine, happy and in love, but i knew, i knew her, she always took my boyfriends even when she already had one, she could never let me have my moment in the sun, when she started dating Adam i had warned him but he said it was different now and that she had changed, but when ross found them together i knew he was heartbroken and through that we had grown a lot closer together. The both of us mending our hearts together. 

“What about you, bug. You gonna tell hann where you disappeared off to last night when ross, G and i came back from smoking” matty said to me hann raising his eyebrows in question as if to say ooh which is what followed. I rolled my eyes playfully smiling “i kinda met someone, kinda the lead singer of arctic monkeys” i said taking another bite of my bacon sandwich. “Oh yeah do tell. What did the night lead to?” adam said jokingly wiggling his eyebrows at me. And then george piped in “lots of headboard smashing and loud noises lets just say that” i playfully smacked his chest raising my eyebrows at him. “Oh yeah? Good on you y/n/n im very proud of you, youve come along quite nicely from the heartbreak that we both experienced 6 months ago” “so have you hann, and there we were thinking that we would never experience a love life again, and here we are both with potential love interests” i state sighing in content happy with the little family i have here in the heart of the U.K.

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After a few meaningless chats about last nights happenings like what what we had to eat and best food after a night out conclusion; it's a doner kebab. And then ross stood up “right im gonna go get some clothes on, ive got a date” “whats her name this time macdonald?” I stated with an airy chuckle  “gemma.” “wow. You actually know her name this time, at least you were courteous enough this time to remember” matty states which the rest of us just laughed at.  “shut up the lot of you okay, at least i play the field a bit, while im still in my prime before i settle down, plus its not like you have a leg to stand on healy, how many girlfriends have you had since ‘02” matty then huffed and crossed his arms an apparent scowl on his face impeding on the smile he had on his face just a few mere moments ago. “That shut him up quick, note to self bring up the many girlfriends healy has had to quite his waffle” george said holding a hand out mimicking out writing on a piece of paper. 

After ross had disappeared to get changed and come back out he appeared again “so ill see you all later we gonna head up to wilmslow together later?” “shit” i exclaimed “whats the time” “errrr just coming up to 2 why?” “shit i was meant to leave at 10 to help lucy with the wedding. fuck, why did no one wake me up, you shits, right im gonna have to quickly get changed and hop in my car, stink dont suppose you could pack my case for me?” 

“Yeah course go get changed and ill do it as soon as your out of your bedroom, dont worry dont panic if need be just blame me ill gladly take a hit from bridezilla for you, bug” 

“Thank you! I dont have time to get changed, ive got to go now, Youre a blooming life saver, stink, all right ross ill see  you later about 9 ish lots of love all of you” i quickly run to my room grab my phone and my car keys on my nightstand and grab my bag thats chucked on the floor and run out of my house on the phone to lucy. 

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“WHERE ARE YOU? YOURE MEANT TO BE HERE BY NOW! I MEAN IT Y/N I NEED AN EXPLANATION. NO THEY DONT GO THERE ON THE MAIN TABLE SMALLER CENTERPIECES ON THE ROUND TABLES, I NEED AN EXPLANATION?? IM WAITING ON ONE.” 

“It was matty okay luce, he forgot to wake me up, so im gonna be just a tad 3 hours late” 

“Oh good lord, okay look as long as youre here for the rehearsal dinner everything is going to be fine im sure”

“Okay good? How are things anyway? Hows henry? Luce?”

“Err alls good here. We have a slightly larger problem though. Em and him just walked in”

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#matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #matty healy #the 1975 #Adam Hann #ross mcdonald #george daniel #alex turner x you #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #wedding #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #Spotify

[simplydowntown]

hiya!!! i was wondering if u could write smth for steve bc i cannot stop thinking abt accidental sugar daddy steve <333

he doesn’t mean to spoil his gf :( but he can’t help it!!!!! he has the money, so why not pick up that expensive perfume she’s been talking about? why not take her on a shopping spree??? why not surprise her with some cute heels?!

n she used to feel so bad about how much money he would spend on her, always scolding him for it, but now she’s just used to the princess treatment and loves it sm <3

although this would 100% have to be s1 and s2 steve bc he’s still living on his parents money then!! but s3 and s4 steve still spoil you!!! but now its more affectionate rather than materialistic which we still love :(

a/n: you are so right. how’d you know i had sugar daddy steve brainrot, lovely? i did little headcanons just for you!

• we all know steve was a rich boy

• and since i KNOW his love language is gift giving

• i think he would love to spoil you <3

• anon is correct!!

• you mentioned some perfume you thought was pretty? he buys it.

• “stevie, you didn’t need to.” “of course i did, lovely.”

• every weekend, you go shopping together

• (season 3 steve shops around the mall with you bi-weekly)

• you needed to start throwing away some things to make room for all your new clothes

• now you’re used to it. you dont expect things from him, but know you cant fight him

• he literally insists 😭

• the look of pure adoration on his face when you peer into whatever bag he put your gifts in is so fucking pure

• he examines your features to see whatever you liked the most

• makes a mental note to buy more of whatever brand you talk about

• everytime he gets you something, you throw your arms around him and kiss his cheeks, his jaw, then his lips <3

• literally every week you have a new outfit for school lmao

• but you don’t mind, and steve definitely doesn’t

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #joe keery x reader #fairy writes ☆ #fairy asks ❀

[pocket-gyu]

Think About Me - Kim Mingyu

⚠️angst … + some fluff⚠️

Think about me - Kim Mingyu 

Summary: mingyu is away on tour and y/n needs him. (angst)

Word Count: 1k

"y/n i told you this was going to happen. you knew this was going to happen when we started this relationship. you cant get angry about it now. especially since it has only been 3 weeks since i left." mingyu says with a rough voice. he is tired and y/n is complaining to him about missing him and him being gone on tour.

" its not that mingyu. i knew what i was getting into when i started this with you, and you do nothing but remind me everytime you leave for anything."

"then what is it y/n. im so tired of you mentioning this or that every phone call. just give it up, im not home right now but i will be in like 2 weeks i think you can hang on for a little longer like you always have. i dont get what has changed." mingyu's words slam into y/n with so much force that she cant even think of the next words to say. she cant believe mingyu could just openly say something like that to their loved ones.

" i would like to believe that you think about me while your gone, but this and how you never text me back pretty much sums it up. i told you before you left that my mom is getting her cancer results soon and she did. i really thought that if i needed you, you would be there. especially when i willingly wait for a time that i know you aren't busy. but im starting to really hurt here mingyu. i love you so much and im alwaysd there for you when you need me. i know you are a busy man being an idol and everything, but every once and a while i need you. i cant be the only one supporting the other in this relationship."

silence ensues between the couple as mingyu stares through the phone in shock at his girlfriends out burst. y/n has the phone layed down on the bed facing the ceiling, mingyu can hear the soft sob coming from her, and it makes him sigh and run his hand down his face. he knows that wonwoo will be coming into the hotel room soon from the small meet up he had with the stage manager. but he also knows that he cant just leave her crying because it would make the whole situation worse than it actually is.

after another mintue of silence mingyu finally decides to actually say something. "y/n did you guys get the news from your mothers doctor today?" he hears a sniffle and takes that as a yes. it makes sense as to why she is more emotional at the moment than normal. it had to of been bad. her mother has been sick for a really long time.

"yeah. they said its stage 4. she only has 2 to 3 months left." a cry leaves her mouth right after the last words enters the room. the pain of knowing her mother will be gone soon taking a hold over her. "she told me not to worry and to have hope that she will be here longer than the time frame given but its so bad gyu. so, so bad. she can already barely sit up on her own and the doctors are keeping her in the hospital for longer because they are scared her lungs will give out in the middle of the night." the words are just taking her over. there are so many things that the doctor said to y/n that is just upsetting that she cant get them all out at once.

"y/n i need you to breath for me. in through your nose out through your mouth. you need to calm down. i will figure out a way to get home to you some how sooner so that you wont be alone." his words shock y/n to the core.

"you don-"

"yes i do. you need me there and i cant let you go through this alone. and before you say anything they will understand. the members and carats. our carats will know that i have to do this." his words this time are touching. he is willing to risk his reputation with the fans in the places he still has to go, just to be with her. "say ok y/n so i know that you are listening." y/n nods her head yes and mingyu whispers that he loves her before hanging up the phone, presumably to talk to people about leaving back to korea.

y/n knows that the chances of him getting to leave soon is slim. he cant exactly just pick up everything and leave the tour. he has to make sure that everything is set with the boys and that the company is ok with him being in korea alone with her during this time. y/n could stay up all night and wait, but instead she falls asleep dreaming of mingyu laying next to her, hugging her close to him tight.

next morning 3am:

hello carats,

this is pledis entertainment. seventeens kim mingyu

will be taking a short temporary hiatus from all

activities under personal reasons. he apologizes

to all fans that will not be able to see him on tour as

he will be leaving from tour for his hiatus. it is uncertain

how long said hiatus will be, but he will return when he

is ready.

pledis entertainment

y/ns phone buzzes waking her up from her sleep. she picks up the phone and messily picks it up to read what it says. an article screenshot appears in front of her. she reads it slowly and gasps. he found a way to come home. y/n quickly calls mingyus phone hoping that he isn't already on the plane to korea. mingyu answers the phone on the second ring.

"i told you i would find a way baby!"

#seventeen #seventeen angst #seventeen x reader #seventeen mingyu #kim mingyu #mingyu angst #mingyu x reader #angst #kpop angst #kpop x reader #kpop fluff #kpop sad #mingyu sad

[jenanddomo]

6.28.23

11:39pm

hey, its been a long time since i actually put something!

lets start w love life

so i got w my bf lol in early april! he so sweet n cute. he fr has the best version of me he so lucky

the reason y i say he so lucky bc i fr try my hardest not to be ugly or mean to me, he doesn’t deserve that. me n him r doin well :) prob bc it jst the beginning still but even then i tell him everything lol , i told him my darkest secrets n stuff (i thought he was gon be a stranger) but we always havin convos. i sleep w him once a week sometimes two, he so comfortable to sleep with.! i love to be ard him, we do little cute dates n i drove us to the movies to watch elemental it was so cute! so rn thats good

i treat him super good, im super honest w him n i jst cant lie to him:( i tell him the truth eventually. i only lie to him to mes w him like sum stupidddd

but thats that

mentally

i have been doin great actually! i dont feel miserable or depressed, empty, like im so happy now! life is great, i love everyone ard me :) every1 so great their hasnt been anyone so negative uk? im also very real to myself i accepted n jst found peace within myself

so thats good

pets

my two og cats died my spooky n kingking:(

i miss them very much i miss my black n orange cat they were like ying n yang . i miss their cute little personalities they were the best

but now a general

post

lets talk abt what i think and stuff

so i moved on lol as i said i found peace within myself , lookin at the old posts,, gosh who let me cook,,, i saw old posts, messages, and everything n its so crazy how much i changed in 5 months really. lookin at how immature i was , i was so clueless and stupid and lookin back at it now it likes been there uk? it was never a good thing from the get go:) i accepted that, i also accepted i used to be a bad person to but ik i got so much better, the guy im w he makes me want to be a better person.

eating? i dont eat anymore lol, i still eat below like 1000 cals , like every 2 weeks i will eat above it butttt idk! honestly in only this month i lost 8-9 lbs:) so now im 142 yippe yayayay my goal weight is 120-130 so in total i lost 38 lbs which is crazy. when my bf met me i was above 155 so im pretty happy w that

my life been so peaceful and im jst so glad alot of ppl left my life this year before i graduated, n im thankful for those ppl too without yall i wouldnt be who i am today uk? yes i was mad, childish and everything, that part it jst sum i still need to work on bc i do have anger issues. but even then i dont like arguing anymore or jst fightin in general, yea thats what i learned what to do but its not worth it uk? on my insta reels i see some relatable posts that i relate to so much im jst like awh:3

im glad im jst not how i was before uk? rn im jst so calm, i dont feel empty no more , i actually starting to feel motivation to do sum, i want to do sum w my life and i want to help others ard me.

when it was my last day of school, it was supposed to be “sad” but i was so happy bc i donated blood n my blood helped someone:D i was so happyyy like jst helpin other ppl makes me ecstatic.

i also quit smoking so im proud of myself for that:) i do have moments where i wan do it n stuff but im like no drugs bad n the only bad thing i do is drink, but even then im trying to stop that too bc their was one week were i drank everyday but i told myself i dont wan be like my dad so i kind of stopped.

my music taste is different then it was 5 months ago.

i have 2 new cats gizmo n walter.

im jst so happy rn lol i dont know what to say:3

but im glad for what happened to me , im glad i went through stuff when i was a kid, im glad i finally even opened up abt it to someone im jst so glad everything happened bc i jst wouldnt be who i am now

i guess

im just tryin to be a bigger better person

i dont want to be childish no more i dont want to fight i dont want to hit or argue or cause shit on purpose

lately i been emotional but i think

i jst need it bc im jst so glad how open i am w all that stuff rn

i also finished king of the hill lol i dont know if i put that

#Spotify

[princess-pill-enjoyer]

life's been okay. nothing special. days just keep on going. ive had a job for bout 2 weeks. ig thats not really an achievement tbh.

before this, that work from home place i was barely working, prolly 5-10 hours a week. and i'd slither out of those where possible anyway. this one week i worked a whopping 2 hours within 2 weeks. I was planning on killing myself and occasionally tried to all throughout having those jobs so i wasn't really worried about the consequences

before that the only other in person job i had was for my ex best friend. she worked there so i applied and got a job o work with her. only for her to quit 2 weeks after i got in whiich lead me to quit prolly a week n a half later cause i finally got fed up with the manager.

so now, even tho it ain't the longest ive held down a place, its the first that i really cared to put in effort to hold a job.

im semi celebrating but im honestly miserable. my feet hurt so fucking bad so it literally doesnt matter how good my hours are i never want to leave my bed. the people up there are so cliquey and on my 2nd day out of training one of my coworkers went off on me for going too slow and "not putting in my part". theyre starting to give me longer and longer shifts. i went from working 3-4 8 hour shifts per week to working 3 doubles just like that. they sooo generously give an hour and a half break in between the 6:30-3 and 4:30-8 shift but.. who in their right mind is even leaving atp? i live too far for that. i'd be home for at most an hour. waste of gas.

and to me what's worse, this whole situation is exactly what i've been avoiding. i knew it'd come down to this someday. but what alternative do i have?

HA. you know as a kid, i never understood addiction. I never thought I'd have to deal with it. By the time I was 8 I knew I'd kill myself someday. if i ever felt bad, that'd be what i'd do. no need to force myself to do something i didnt really wanna do. but now it seems so easy. i don't know what i wanna do from here. i hate my job. i hate my home life. i dont like to talk to my friends anymore. im bored of games. im bored of music. bored of tv.

whisking the days away doing what i have to would be a lot easier if i didnt have to be fully present for all of this. just something to pass the time until i have a better handle on what's the next move. right now, the only thing i can do is save up money. i have shit to pay off if i wanna keep a good credit score and i have things i need to buy. what's me hating every second gonna change?

though i know it's a slippery slope. abusing shit aint gon work out as smooth as I wish it would. I'll get addicted and then I'll get used to feeling that way so it'll take more for me not to get annoyed. then it'll turn back to me immediately running back to it for every minor situation. and honestly with the job i got i'd just have to hope i would be able to push through it without it being noticeable

i'm not happy i stopped. i feel like had i still been on dph i would've known for a fact how to make myself look normal. i could be gone out my mind but long as i get the shit right i could just daze through the days. but ya know. now. i ratted myself out

and now im stuck.

nothing more for me to do. nothing else i could be doing. nothing else i should be worried about other than making money

I never understood why adults always told me i'd miss being a kid since i was always struggling so bad. all they ever said is that my problems then were gonna feel like nothing once i was an adult. but they were wrong. i guess for now. but all i wish now is that i used all that freetime back when nooo one woulda suspected anything if i was away for a lil while. back when i wasnt ful grown and it'd prolly take a whooole lot less to finish the job

but here we are. forced to keep going and doing what i can to suppress what i really wanna do

ah speaking of which... i got pissed the other day and i tossed one of my drawers and broke it. then broke my bottle for my vitamins by throwing it to the ground. then i accidentally knocked over this container of beads and instead of just sweeping it back into the thing and reducing the mess, i just kicked it as hard as i could and tore the container apart. there's still beads everywhere

that is something i can't force myself to contain anymore. everything else i've been dealing with fine but when im pissed im pissed. i gotta get that under control too