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leclercvsx · 5 months

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FANBOY | SMAU

CHARLES LECLERC

pairings: Charles x singer!reader

summary: charles (and some other drivers) fanboy over y/n and her music.

faceclaim: Huh Yunjin (my wife xo)

warnings: none

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo and 1,824,264 others

yourusername: i can change everything about me to fit in

y/nfan: IS THIS A SONG LYRIC?!?!

y/nlover: i might cry like actually

fancyy/n: MOTHER IS MAKING A NEW ALBUM IM CALLING IT RIGHT NOW

luvy/n: UGH i need new music rn pls

y/nlover: no because actually

lilymhe: this album will make me sob won’t it

yourusername: maybe🤭

lilymhe: AH HELLO

riabish: so excited !!! 😭

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loveyy/n: this album gonna be so relatable, i can just tell🫣

l0vey/n: release it already🫣

chae_yung: i heard it first😊

yourusername: don’t tease them😠

eun.7: y’all are about to lose your shit😹

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y/n.jpg

liked by charles_leclerc, lilymhe and 2,836 others

y/n.jpg: opened the jpg account for a few minutes so welcome new people and old people 🙄

TAGGED: chae_yung and eun.7

lilymhe: i’m honored

chae_yung: i will smack that look off your face

y/n.jpg: girl be for real, i can take you in a fight😤

chae_yung: stfu

danielricciardo: made it just in time😰

y/n.jpg: please go back to redbull, i need it in my life😭

charles_leclerc: i barely made it🙄

y/n.jpg: leave ferrari !!! jk…unless🫣

y/nfan: MOTHER WHEN IS THE ALBUM BEING RELEASED

y/n.jpg: SOON VERY VERY SOON, MY CHILD

eun.7: ew

y/n.jpg: you’re my biggest hater

y/nlover: release the album now🤭

y/n.jpg: how about, no🤭

alex_albon: my girlfriend loves you more than me😔

y/n.jpg: your girlfriend is now my wife 🫶

lilymhe: YES I LOVE YOU

alex_albon: i love you too❤️

lilymhe: not you🙄

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yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, lilymhe and 2,538,284 others

yourusername: my new album ‘folklore’ is finally out and available for streaming on ALL platforms!! I hope you guys enjoy this album as much i did making it.

This album means a lot to me and has a few of my favorite songs i’ve ever written on it. Such as ‘This Is Me Trying’, ‘mirrorball’, ‘seven’ and ‘the lakes’.

stream now !! 🫶

y/nfan: NO COS SHE ATE WITH THIS ALBUM

y/nlover: don’t mind me just sobbing over seven

fancyy/n: i BALLED listening to this whole album😭😭

lilymhe: my new favourite album, i love it so much☹️

yourusername: i love YOU so much🫶

charles_leclerc: honestly, one of your best albums.

yourusername: why thank you mr leclerc🤭

alex_albon: lily’s been crying nonstop over this🙄

yourusername: my poor wife :( i didn’t mean to make you cry 😔🫶

lilymhe: you’re forgiven babe❤️

alex_albon: leave MY GIRLFRIEND ALONE

eun.7: meh, it was alright

yourusername: 🙄

chae_yung: so proud of you🫶

yourusername: ily😭

l0vey/n: no cause seven’s chorus made me want to kms☹️

yourusername: please don’t !! 🫶

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yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, carlossainz55 and 1,274,628 others

yourusername: in the words of sebastian vettel (my lover) “Everyone is a Ferrari fan. Even if they’re not, they’re a Ferrari fan” ❤️🏎️

TAGGED: charles_leclerc, carlossainz55, ferrari and eun.7

ferrari: ❤️

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charles_leclerc: it was great meeting you ❤️

yourusername: you too!! 🫶

carlossainz55: ❤️

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lilymhe: meeting you has made my life complete btw😘

yourusername: AH MY WIFE I LOVE YOU

alex_albon: first you take my girlfriend and now you’re not even a williams fan🙄

yourusername: no one’s a williams fan 🫶

y/nfan: not eunchae wearing a CHECO hat

yourusername: don’t. we’ve had our discussion about THAT.

eun.7: it was so fun tho, even with you there x

yourusername: girl the only reason you were there was because of ME

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y/n.jpg

liked by charles_leclerc, lilymhe and 1,728 others

y/n.jpg: currently falling in love with charles leclerc, don’t mind me x (the toto pic is off pinterest…dilf<3)

TAGGED: charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: im honoured love😉

y/n.jpg: on my knees rn

eun.7: obsessed much

y/n.jpg: i will literally fight you right now

chae_yung: i ship it 😚

y/n.jpg: 😙😙

lilymhe: i know something people don’t👀👀

y/n.jpg: shh now😉

y/nfan: new relationship = new music 🤪

y/nlover: f1 y/n is my fave y/n😫

eun.7: just realised, don’t you hate ferrari? 🤨

y/n.jpg: when they’re screwing my man over, yes.

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y/n.jpg

liked by charles_leclerc, eun.7 and 2,372 others

y/n.jpg: can i go, where you go❤️

feat freddie the horse cos i missed him sm and duke my not so little puppy 😙

TAGGED: charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: i love you ❤️

y/n.jpg: AH i love you too, so much😭😭

y/nfan: NEW SONG??? NEW BOYFRIEND?? IM GOING INSANE

y/nlover: omg an album about being in love💔💔💔

eun.7: why didn’t you take me with you to see freddie😔

y/n.jpg: you didn’t deserve to come x

charles_leclerc: i went with her instead🤭

eun.7: wow, i’ll remember this

lilymhe: HAHA I KNEW THIS FIRST🫶🫶

y/n.jpg: of course bby😘

chae_yung: happy for you!! ❤️

y/n.jpg: i love you so much😭🫶

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charles_leclerc

liked by carlossainz55, yourusername and 875k others

charles_leclerc: stream y/n’s new album, lover ❤️

TAGGED: yourusername

yourusername: hehe, thank you baby😘

charles_leclerc: you’re very welcome sweetheart❤️

charlesfan: they’re adorable🙄

y/ncharles: he’s promoting her new album :((((

carlossainz55: i like the song cornelia street

yourusername: and the song cornelia street likes you, carlos <3

eun.7: makes no sense

yourusername: fuck off

y/nfan: thank you Mr leclerc for being an inspiration for mother to produce a new album🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

y/nlover: i need maathp shooting through my veins

ferrari: ❤️

sebastianvettel: congrats mate, the album is amazing too y/n!

charles_leclerc: thanks mate, but you made her cry of happiness😭

yourusername: i love you😭😭

danielricciardo: i was her fan first btw

yourusername: of course danny😘

ferrarifan: she’s already getting along with his friends😭i😭love😭them😭

i hope you all enjoyed this one shot! i loved making it! although he didn’t really fanboy over her but that’s fine lmao. Small reminder, requests are still open!! 🫶

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me-and-your-husband · 1 year

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i’m starving, darlin’ (let me put my lips to something) || j. miller

summary: you won’t let joel eat. he has something else in mind, modern!au, still takes place in 2023.

warnings: joel fucks the reader with a beer bottle (no, it’s not empty...), dirty talk, kind of exhibitionism?, female reader, reader wears a dress, modern!au, not proofread

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this is just me being so fucking feral. y’all saw my “ellie fucks the reader with her pistol”? same idea. don’t think about the logic cause i sure as fuck didn’t. title credit to @tieflingpride . i too am obsessed with hozier’s new song (been a hozier girlie for awhle). let’s not talk about the fact that the song is actually about generations exploiting new generations thru capitalism! only pay attention to the slutty base intro! also the idea that joel can’t cook is kind of from @textsfromeponinet ‘s blurb. i wrote this in like forty minutes.

The hot summer air clung to your skin as you crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in your chair, pulling your dress down over your thighs. The golden evening sun was peeking out through the trees in Joel’s backyard, coasting over the four of you in a comfortable glow. You sat next to Joel, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh as you chatted with Tommy and Maria. Sarah was at a friend’s house, missing out on the barbecue. The only part of cooking Joel could pride himself on was his barbecuing.

“Not sure how much I trust your cookin’ Joel. Not after the time back home when you lit old Mrs. Garcia’s kitchen on fire,” Tommy said to Joel with a smirk, making both you and Maria look to Joel and laugh.

Joel grinned. “If I remember right, that fire only started ‘cause I had to pick your ass up from that party and I forgot I had shit cookin’,” he said, tilting his head to the side and tilting his beer bottle up to his lips, taking a swig.

“He’s better at barbecuing than he is…anything else. I promise,” you said, making Tommy and Maria chuckle. Joel squeezed your thigh.

“Reminds me. Should go sauce the steak,” Joel drawled, getting up from his place next to you and walking a few feet away towards the sizzling barbecue.

Maria leaned in closer to you, “Please tell me you made those salads I saw in the kitchen earlier.”

You laughed and assured her that you made them. “There’s caesar salad, pasta salad, potato salad, macaroni salad, you name it. Joel eats like a man starved, so I always make sure we’ll have leftovers for a couple nights. Y’all can take some home if you want,” you offered.

“We’ll definitely take you up on that. Tommy here takes after his brother.” You and Maria laughed as Tommy rolled his eyes with a smile.

“I’m pretty sure last time someone let Joel around anything that couldn’t be grilled, everyone went home with food poisoning,” you joked, jolting when you felt hands begin to gently massage your shoulders from behind.

“That right. Darlin’?” Joel laughed. You smirked at him as he sat down. “Steak’s almost ready. I’d say in five.” He took another swig of his beer.

“In that case, I should go inside and put the dressing on the salad. Didn’t want it to get soggy or I would’ve done it earlier,” you said as you got up from your chair.

“Oh, let me help you!” Maria said, standing.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Sit! I’ll be right back.” You opened the back door, shutting it gently behind you. The kitchen windows were open. You could still hear small bits of the conversation going on outside if you listened hard enough.

You began pulling the different bowls of salad out from the fridge and onto the counter. You grabbed the caesar dressing and added it to the salad, mixing it around. You looked over your shoulder when you heard the back door open and shut, still mixing.

“Just grabbin’ another beer, honey,'' Joel said, grabbing you by the hips and moving you gently to the side so that he could get in the fridge adjacent to you. Joel grabbed another bottle before closing the door. Hand still on your hips, he peered over your shoulder at what you were doing. He brought the lid up to his mouth, cracking the lid off with his teeth and throwing it out. He downed about a third of the beer, only stopping when you turned to place the bowl on the kitchen island. However, you ran into his broad chest, his frame stopping you from moving past him.

“You’re drivin’ me crazy with that little dress you’ve got on, pretty thing,” he groaned. His breath smelled like beer, but you knew he wasn’t drunk. Just tipsy.

You giggled. “Joel. I’ve gotta finish up. The people want to eat,” you said, trying to move past him.

“Hm, so do I, darlin’,” he said with a smirk, pulling you back into him by the wrist.”

“Joel!” You gasped, smacking him playfully on the bicep. He took another swig of his beer, grabbing the salad bowl with his other hand and throwing it on the counter. “Joel, not now. We can finish this later, I pro-”

He cut you off with his lips on yours, hands cradling your face, the cold surface of his beer bottle pressed up against your cheek. You whimpered into his mouth as he pressed your back into the island.

He broke away. The grin on his lips was almost permanent, an ever-present reminder of his constant desire for his woman. “You won’t let me taste you, but that doesn’t mean you can’t take something else for me, honey.”

Your brows furrowed. He lifted you onto the counter and you squealed. “Joel, what if Tommy or Maria come in?”

He pressed another kiss to your lips. “Shh, baby. Window’s open.”

His rough hands lifted your dress higher and higher until it was bunched around your hips, your dampening panties the only thing shielding you from the air. Noticing the wet spot pooling there, Joel’s thick fingers traced it, fingers ghosting over your pussy, leaving silent kisses there.

“Already this wet for me, huh?” he whispered before taking one last sip of his drink. “You feelin’ brave, sweetheart?”

“Anything for you,” you said, becoming too wet to care or resist.

He hummed and moved your panties to the side. “That’s what I like to hear.”

You gasped as you watched him lower his bottle to your core, running the cold tip through your wet folds, making you shudder. “Trust me?”

“Always.”

He smirked. He lined the cold tip of the bottle up with your entrance, pushing in ever so slowly, watching the way it disappeared perfectly inside you. You bit your lip as he worked it deeper. You couldn’t help but moan when it bottomed out inside of you.

“Gotta keep quiet for me, honey,” he said as he slowly pulled it out and worked it back in. He pulled you so your ass was barely supported by the island, his arm doing most of the work. “Look at you, takin’ my bottle like a slut,” he chuckled. You didn’t care. You let out quiet, breathy moans as he worked it in and out of you.

“Faster, please Joel,” you moaned softly. He obeyed, thrusting it in and out at a faster pace, eyes transfixed on your slick collecting around the neck of the bottle. You could feel the familiar pressure in your core building up. One of your hands found his hair, pulling gently for some reprieve. His other hand moved to circle your clit, hell-bent on seeing your release.

You bit back your moans as your release crept up on you, Joel trying his hardest to coax it out of you. He thrived off your little moans of his name, begging for your release, knowing he was the only one who could give it to you.

“That’s it, baby. Come on, know you can do it. Cum for me, pretty thing. That’s right.”

The coil finally snapped, Joel clamping a hand over your mouth immediately in an attempt to quell your moans. He worked the bottle in and out of you through your orgasm, your back arching and body writhing up off the counter.

When you came down, Joel took his hand from your mouth and gently worked the bottle out of you, watching the way your puffy hole clenched around it, then clenching around nothing. As you tried to catch your breath, Joel brought the bottle up to your eyes. You blushed at the sight of your cum running down and inside the bottle, mixing in with the liquid left still inside.

“Look at that, honey,” he said before bringing it up to his lips, taking a savory sip before kissing you once more. He grinned as he began to make his way outside.

“Joel?” You called, still wanting more of him. Always more.

“What? The people need to eat, baby.” He laughed before going back outside.

A few minutes later, after straightening yourself out, you walked outside with the salads. Your eyes couldn’t help but gravitate towards Joel, sprawled out in his chair, still sipping from the bottle.

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its-time-to-write · 8 months

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Can you write a Jamie Tartt request where he and the reader are in the "between lovers and friends stage" and they finally get together when he has her sleepover at his place after finding out her ex was loitering by her apartment?

I’m alive (mostly!) and I’m starting to go through the asks in my inbox again! Sorry to all y’all who have been waiting. I love you!😇😍

p.s. I’ve been obsessed with the song “Margaret” by LDR, which is where the title comes from

(oh also I barely responded to this prompt so that I could write this dumb fic that’s been on my brain forever. so. apologies for that too)

maybe tomorrow you’ll know

It goes like this: boy meets girl, they go to the same primary school, girl kicks around football with boy and sneaks into his room to hug him when his dad’s a prick, boy moves away to become a Premier League footballer and girl cries her heart out because they’re best friends.

Fucking typical.

And yet, he still picks up every phone call. Still answers every text you send. He’ll never say the word “love,” especially not when he’s with Keeley Jones and their faces are all over tabloids and instagram. But you’ll feel it in the way he’s a prick to everyone but you. It’s in the way his voice goes soft when you call him at 2am crying about being dumped by your first boyfriend.

He doesn’t visit, doesn’t phone his mum, but he’ll send you a quick voice message when he can. Usually not saying much, just a snip about training. First it’s all about Pep and the lads at Man City, then it’s about some gaffer named Cartrick and the fact that he’s teammates with Roy fucking Kent.

Jamie never tells you that Roy absolutely fucking hates him, but you know anyway.

Jamie also doesn’t call you when Keeley breaks up with him. In fact, you don’t even find out about it until pictures of Roy and Keeley surface online. You call him as soon as you can, and in typical Jamie fashion, he picks up on the second ring.

You don’t ask him about Keeley, just let him talk about football and the new manager from America, and the fact that maybe Richmond isn’t so bad and maybe he can let his armor down just a little bit.

He’s sent back to Manchester the next day.

The bonds of childhood friendship run strong, because he’s on your doorstep in no time at all, and though it’s been years since you’ve seen him in person, there’s a part of you that feels like he never left.

It never goes beyond friendship with you two. You don’t allow yourself to consider him in any other light because this friendship is special and important and neither of you will let anything ruin it.

It’s so strange sometimes to see him on tv or in an interview, eyes sharp and mouth full of barbs. Always on the offensive, always cutting others down before they have a chance to do the same to him. You have a hard time believing it’s the same boy who’s on your couch staring at the ceiling as he fiddles with the hem of his sweatshirt.

He’s never spoken that way to you, and you have a hard time believing he ever will.

So you feed him and make him smile and go to as many matches as you can (he leaves tickets on your kitchen table so you won’t protest) and give him a house key so he can come and go as he pleases.

But then he’s gone again, it’s the off-season and he’s on some tv show and you’re watching him flirt and seduce and pull at people’s heartstrings like they’re marionettes, and you realize (perhaps for the first time) how deep the damage has gone.

He gets absolutely shredded online, called all sorts of names by fans of the show and football alike, and you wonder if you’re the only one who can see what’s happening. That it’s all a show and that person, that Jamie Tartt on the screen is not the Jamie Tartt who used to throw pebbles at your window to come see if you wanted to ride bikes together.

It’s different than when he went to the Premier League. He doesn’t answer your texts.

It’s fine though, because your life doesn’t revolve around him. You have other, real friends and a boyfriend and a nice little flat and a good job. So he can go do what he wants and when he needs someone to pick up the pieces, you’ll go because you understand that sometimes this friendship is a one-way street.

You miss him, though.

You don’t watch his season of Lust Conquers All until your boyfriend calls you and says, “Hey, it’s been fun, but I’m just not feeling it anymore, thanks for understanding,” and then you binge every episode right up to the current one.

So now you don’t have a boyfriend. You’re glad it hadn’t gone too far, but his words still stung. But you drown your feelings in ice cream and shitty tv and it’s alright because another episode airs in an hour, so you can see more of Jamie and hope he’s doing okay.

He’s not. He gets voted off and you think that’s stupid but also maybe a little bit good.

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Jamie just thinks it’s stupid. He’s kicked off his only lifeline, and then Man City flat-out refuses to take him back and he has to find out on live television for fuck’s sake. And then he has the brilliant idea to ask Ted Lasso to come back, because of course Ted will take him, what with his yeehaw can-do bullshit. Except Ted tells him no, and now he has nothing.

He’s cut out every friend, every family member and is resigned to life as a has-been before he’s even twenty-five years old.

Now, he’s at home with the blinds pulled. He’s not even sure what time it is anymore because it’s all meaningless, innit? So when there’s a knock at the door, he has to blink a couple times from his place on the couch before turning off FIFA and going to see who it could possibly be.

He hopes it’s you, even though he knows there’s no way. Not after he ghosted you for months. He ignores the uncomfortable flip-flop in his stomach at the thought of seeing you, and the way his heart beats a little faster when he thinks of holding you.

He won’t cross that line. Your friendship (if it still exists) is too important.

So he opens the door, ready to see who the fuck is bothering him.

It’s Ted.

Ted asks, “Can I come in?” but he’s obviously not going to accept no as an answer, so Jamie steps back to let him inside.

Ted’s just standing awkwardly in Jamie’s kitchen, not even pretending that he isn’t shocked by Jamie’s decor.

Jamie isn’t going to defend his choices to Ted of all people. Nor is he going to do anything to lessen his awkwardness. Finally, Ted clears his throat and says, “Well Jamie, it seems we need to revisit our last conversation.”

Jamie stares at him, refusing to speak until he’s sure what Ted is saying, so Ted continues.

“I think I was a little bit too hasty when I said you couldn’t come back to Richmond. I’ve been giving it some thought, and we’d love to have you back.”

Jamie looks at Ted, all rumpled in his sweatshirt and shorts, hair as undone as it’s ever been, and is supremely unsure of what he’s supposed to say.

Yeah, I’ll come back to Richmond.

Fuck off, you’re too late.

He’s saved from saying something stupid by the sound of the front door rattling as someone punches in the code.

“You expectin’ someone?” Ted asks.

Jamie shakes his head, equally puzzled. “No one has the code, except-”

The door is shoved open and you burst through in a flurry of motion. You call, “Jamie?” but you can already see him in the kitchen so you make a beeline to his location and launch yourself into his arms.

He’s solid as always, smelling like day-old Lynx. His arms are tight wrapped around you, body warm as you press your cheek against his.

He sets you down after a moment, and brushes away a stray strand of hair from your face.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks softly, still not quite letting you go. Ted notes that this is a new tone for Jamie. Or at least, the Jamie he’s interacted with. It’s not a performance, not something designed to make people love or hate him, it’s what Ted suspects is the most authentic version of Jamie. Whoever you are, you must be important.

“Wanted to make sure you were ok. I saw your interview.”

Jamie makes a face. “Fuck’s sake, has everyone seen that shit?”

You shrug. “Hard to miss it. Your mum sent it to me. She’s kind of why I’m here, actually.”

“You know Jamie’s mom?” Ted asks, surprised. It’s only then that you notice he’s in the room. Your face heats up because you wouldn’t have been that grabby with Jamie had you known he weren’t alone.

“Hi, I’m Ted,” he says reaching out to shake your hand, “Seems to me like you know this one from a while back.”

“Uh, yeah,” you reply. “Which is why I figured something was wrong when he ghosted me for fucking ever.”

Jamie winces and Ted takes his cue.

“I’ll leave you two to catch up,” he says. He points a finger at Jamie. “You let me know what you decide, son.”

“It’s a yes, Coach,” Jamie calls as Ted heads out the door. You crane your neck in time to see Ted pump his fist in the air before the door shuts behind him.

“So,” you say, arms crossed, “you have a big fucking excuse for not answering my calls. But you better never fucking do it again, or I’m showing back up here with Georgie and she’ll kick your ass.”

Jamie grimaces. Sure, Georgie was never violent with him, but there’s something particularly terrifying about the way she says Jamie Tartt you have got some explaining to do, while her eyes do that thing where they flash and stare straight into his soul.

“Right, yeah, I’m really sorry,” he says and he’s lucky that his tone backs up his words because if he had one ounce of prick in his voice, you’d make him really sorry. I mean come on, who ignores their family?

The thought passes through your mind just long enough for it to freak you out before Jamie’s tentatively reaching out to hug you again.

You let him rest his head on your shoulder as you scratch his the back of his head.

—

You’ve been on Jamie’s couch for the better part of two hours, talking and letting him pretend like he’s not on the verge of tears because at least he’s being open and honest for once, when he shoots up and says, “Jesus Christ, fucking Kyle.”

He turns to you, eyes wide as he asks, “Isn’t he gonna wonder where you are? Shit, and you’re with me. He’s not gonna like that shit at all.”

You shrug infinitesimally while you examine a spot on the wall.

“We’re not together anymore,” you answer as casually as possible.

Jamie sighs and settles back onto the couch. “Shit. Glad you finally dumped that prick.”

You glare at him. “I didn’t. He dumped me. And then I found him lurking in my fucking bushes yesterday like a total creeper.”

Jamie’s up again off the couch, this time heading for his car keys as he yells, “For fuck’s sake, love, you should’ve called me.”

“I did!” you shout back. “I did, and you didn’t pick up, did you? Anyway, it’s probably not going to be an issue anymore.”

Jamie returns to the living room, face ashen. “Shit. Fuck. Fucking shit. I’m so sorry.”

You shrug and say, “It’s not a big deal. He decided that he liked certain body parts he owned more than he liked intimidating me.

Jamie grips his keys so hard that his knuckles turn white as he says, “Right, you’re sleeping over tonight because no one fucking treats my girl that way.”

Then he freezes.

You’re not frozen, because a single shiver has worked its way up your spine.

My girl.

It came out so naturally.

And it implied ownership? But of the mutual sort? And in a way that two best friends simply did notbelong together.

The entire house is so silent, you swear you can hear Jamie blink. Well, that is, if either of you actually moved a muscle as opposed to staring at each other across the room.

“What-” you start, but your throat is all weird and tight, so you clear it and try again. “What did you say?”

It still comes out much lower than you anticipated and Jamie has a split second to assess your body language and make a choice.

You’re fully angled toward him, eyes wide. You’re not giving him a look that says, shut the fuck up right now, Jamie Tartt, so he takes it as permission.

Permission to take one step closer, then another, then another until he’s standing right next to you. He slowly sinks down on the couch next to you as his says in a low, gravely voice, “I said, ‘no one fucking treats my girl that way.’”

Ah. So this is where over a decade of friendship has gotten you. On Jamie Tartt’s couch as your lips crash against his, both wondering why you hadn’t made a move sooner.

But it doesn’t matter, you’re here now and you’re sure you won’t waste a single second.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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dorotheataylor · 2 months

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Back to December

Pairing- Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

Summary- You broke up with him because you thought he deserved someone better than you. But here you stand, outside his door, apologising for that night, after realising you loved him too much to let him go. Based on Back to December (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift.

Warnings- angstttt but fluff at the end, hurt/comfort, no curses!au, swearing (maybe), slight ooc suguru (hes called clumsy hehe), probably my english lol.

Word count- 2.3k (excluding lyrics)

A/N- atp yall just know how much big of a swiftie I am lol. So here’s a new fic based on another taylor song haha. And from now on I will write for JJK fandom too coz i’m obsessed lmao. Let me know if you find any mistakes coz this isn’t proofread and hope y’all enjoy.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You knocked three times on the door of the house you knew all too well as you picked your nails.

Will he want to see you? Will he shout at you? Will he tell you to get lost? Whatever he does, you knew you deserved it.

You stood outside his door impatiently, nerves getting the best of you while you waited for him to open the door. You could hear things falling down from behind it.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. He was always the clumsy one. One of his things which you missed too much. Your eyes fell on thought of this. Oh how much you wished for a change in your mind back then.

You heard the lock of the door being undone and you started to freak out from inside. Was it a good idea to come here? Maybe. You were about to find out.

“Sorry for the delay. I was caught up-” You heard his voice quiet down when he saw you. God how much you missed his voice. You could listen to his voice every second of the day if possible.

You’ve been good, busier than ever

"Y/N," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper as he took in your presence on his doorstep, as if he was making sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

The way he said your name, ached your heart. Because it wasn’t filled with love or warmth as before, instead it was more like recognising a stranger.

You took a deep breath before speaking, “long time no see, Suguru.” You smiled slightly.

He couldn’t believe it. He never thought he’d ever see you again after that unfaithful night. The wishes he made to see you every night before he went to bed actually came true. He could actually hear your voice after whole six months. He felt like he was about to cry.

Your guard is up and I know why

All he wanted to do at this moment was to take you in his arms and never let you go again. But he knew he couldn’t. What if you were here to make things even more awful than they already were? He couldn’t handle another heartbreak. So he stood his ground and decided to talk to you in a civil way.

“Come inside. It’ll start s-snowing soon.” He said, mentally cursing himself for stammering as he stepped aside to let you in.

“Thank you.” You muttered before entering his house. The familiar feeling came back to you. The aura and memories of his house, where you had spent countless nights together crashed into your mind like ocean waves. It was overwhelming and you did your best not to burst into tears.

“I’ll bring you something to drink. You can make yourself comfortable till then.” You heard him speak as he quickly walked into the kitchen.

Because the last time you saw me

Is still burned in the back of your mind

You knew he was doing his best to avoid a more than casual conversation with you. Because the last time you had talked, things turned bitter.

You gave me roses and I left them there to die

You still remembered that day like the back of your hand. He had showed up at your house with roses to surprise you and take you out on a surprise date. And you, being a stupid person, ruined it all.

“Here. I didn’t have anything else except for hot chocolate plus I know how much you love it.” He said handing you the cup filled with hot chocolate, his voice becoming a soft mutter at the last part.

‘He still remembers my likes and dislikes.’ You thought as you smiled softly at him and took the cup, your hands brushing a little. Your cheeks immediately turn red as you tried to hide them, while Suguru thanked the gods that his red cheeks won’t be obvious because it’s winter.

I’d go back to December, turn around and make it all right

But you knew him. You were slightly relieved you still had some effects on him like before. How much you regretted leaving him like that. If only you could go back time and make things right.

You took a sip of your hot chocolate before speaking, “thanks for the hot chocolate, Suguru.”

Geto thought he’d just die right now. The way you said his name, it made him want to forget everything that happened and just hold you into his arms, never letting you go again. But he knew he couldn’t do that.

After some long moments of silence, you decided to break it and said, “how have you been, Suguru?”

“I’ve been- good.” He said with a pause in between. He was lying, but he didn’t want you to know his mental state ever since you had left. “What about you?”

You couldn’t repeat his answer for this question, because you knew it was far from the truth. You couldn’t quite recall the last time you slept peacefully. Maybe it was when you were in Suguru’s arms, safe and loved.

Staying up playing back myself leaving

Your mind replayed memories of that unfaithful night, as if trying to torture you for what you had done. It had started to hurt physically. How much you just wanted apologise and hold him into your arms. But you knew you had lost that right. Why? Because of your stupid insecurities.

You had been in a few relationships in the past apart from Geto. And you were always called out for every little thing you did. Whether it was from the way you ate, or the way you talked, they’d make sure to remind you that you weren’t enough and weird, until they all left you alone. This lead you to believe the same, that you were the problem.

That was until you met Suguru. He was everything you could ask in a man. He was charming, a true gentleman, kind and caring boyfriend who never failed to remind you how much you mean to him.

And I think about Summer, all the beautiful times

You often daydreamed about all your memories from your relationship, from sneaking out at night to late night car drives, from celebrating each other’s birthdays to forgetting plans you’d made with your other friends. Your relationship with him was something you read in books about.

You still remembered the day when you realised that he was the guy you were going to marry someday. You had overheard him talking to Gojo about you. You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop but when he mentioned your name, your ears had perked up. And the way be kept on talking about how amazing you were and how much he loved you, you knew he was the one for you.

Then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept right into my mind

But of course you had to ruin it all. The ‘what if’ thoughts came back to you. The thought of losing him because you weren’t good enough for him, scared you. You had told him about your past relationships, and he always reminded you that you are more than enough for him and he loves you with all of his heart.

Fuck your stupid negativity. You tried to believe him, you really did. But your mind wouldn’t let you. So it lead you to the one thing which you knew you were going to regret for the rest of your life. You let him go. And you hated yourself for it.

You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye

You still remembered the way his face had immediately fallen the moment you spoke those words. He had tried to reason with you, but you wouldn’t listen. And you had slammed the door shut on his face.

Geto didn’t stop bombarding your phone with countless texts and missed calls for days. But you didn’t reply to any of them. Until one day he stopped. Maybe he realised that he was just wasting time being after you. Maybe he realised that you were the problem after all.

It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you

Wishing I’d realised what I had when you were mine

You thought you had did the right thing but turns out, you didn’t. You had only made things worse for both of you. Because you know what they say, you only realise the value of something when its gone. And it turns out that you had loved him too much. You couldn’t let him go. Because you had realised that he was too precious for you to let go and you couldn’t survive without him.

So here you were, six months later, on his couch, drinking hot chocolate. You slowly came out of your thoughts and said the only thing which came into your mind, “I’m sorry.”

To say Geto was surprised was an understanding. He expected anything but an apology from you tonight. Blame him for being conscious and hurt. He didn’t say anything, giving the cue to continue.

“I’m so sorry, Suguru.” You started, trying your best not to sob, “I know this is probably the last thing you expect from me and won’t believe me but I mean it. I’m really sorry. I’m such a fucked up person, who always makes things worse, ruins perfectly going on lives of people, who always lives in self-doubts.”

“Y/N, I-”, Geto started to say something but you cut him off before he could say it.

“Please let me finish.” Geto nodded in response.

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me so right

And how you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry

“I miss everything about you, about us. I miss how every morning you didn’t fail to wish me ‘good morning’, I miss how you never forgot to check up on me, I miss how you always found a way to make me feel special. I miss how you always held me close to you whenever I didn’t feel like myself. And most of all, I miss the way you used to love me.” You said, tears now falling uncontrollably from your eyes but you don’t care, determined to make things right.

I’d go back in time and change it but I can’t

So you continued, “thing is that I love you, Suguru Geto. And I love you too much to let you go. I made a stupid move by letting you go when all I wanted to do was hold you into my arms. And I hate myself for it. These past six months, I’ve been terrible. There’s not been a single day where I have not wished for myself to be somehow able to go back in time and make things right, stop myself from leaving. But I know I can’t.” You took a deep breath.

So if the chain is on your door I understand

“I know my actions are not something to be easily forgiven, but I promise to do anything to win your trust and love back. I’m willing to change. I’m willing to make things up with you. I swear that if you take me back again, I will love you right and never let you go. Because I have realised my life is nothing if you’re not in it. Please take me back, Suguru. I promise to prove myself worthy of your love.” You couldn’t speak anything after this, sobs continuously escaping your mouth.

Geto stood there, tears in his eyes as well, contemplating what to say. Your apology had caught him off guard, but he knew you had meant every word. He knew that his life was incomplete without you too.

But this is me swallowing my pride

You didn’t hear him speak for a good few minutes, so you take his silence as rejection. Of course he would reject you. You had hurt him, why would he want to get back with someone like you. You let out a shaky breath as a sigh, disappointment for you escaping through it as you stood up.

Standing in front of you saying I’m sorry for that night

You attempted to smile through your tears. If this was going to be the last time you see him, might as well say goodbye with a smile.

“I got your answer, Suguru. Thank you for giving me best moments of my life. Maybe I didn’t get to have you back, but at least I can live on with your memories. Maybe I-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as you felt a pair of all too familiar lips on yours, shutting you up.

It turns our freedom ain’t nothing but missing you

You widened your eyes from surprise but immediately shut them as you kissed back, your hands reaching to hug his neck, bringing him closer to you. Suguru wrapped his one arm around your waist and other made its way in your nape, holding you just like he always used to.

Both of you could taste salty tears as you kissed, but weren’t sure who’s they were. All that mattered in that moment was the two of you. You poured all of your love, apprehensions, bottled up feelings for him, regrets into this kiss. He kissed you with same passion. As if your lips were the only thing he needed to survive.

Few moments later, Geto pulled away, foreheads still attached to yours, as he looked into your eyes. “Y/N, in these six months, you made me realise that the only thing which can complete me whole is you. Not getting to tell you these was tearing me apart. I thought I had lost you for good, but then you showed up at my door and all those feelings I had for you doubled. I love all of you, Y/N and I always will. And I’m willing to give us another chance, just promise me that you will talk to me next time you have those negative thoughts.”

Your heart melted hearing his words as you nodded, “I promise.”

Suguru ran his hand through your hair as he spoke again, “and I-I’ll need some time to completely forgive you. I hope you understand that. I’m just scared that you’ll leave me again.”

You quickly shook your head, “I mean it this time, Suguru. I’d never even dream of leaving you. I just got you back. And it’s okay. Take your time. I’m willing to wait for you, even if it is for an eternity.”

Suguru smiled at your words and pulled you into his chest as he swayed you slowly, holding you tightly close to him, and you finally felt complete again. You kissed his neck as you returned his gesture, silently promising him and yourself to never give up on him and let him go ever again.

I’d go back to December all the time

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Ahhh I loved writing angst sm but it always breaks my heart if it doesn’t end with fluff. Anyways hope y’all liked this and if you want, you can send in request for JJK characters too!

(I might’ve gotten a little carried away at the end but i think it was worth it lmao)

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b00tyliciousbabe · 1 month

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hey i loved your Jordan Riki himbo x male reader. can i request one with himbo sweaty Reece Walsh with fetish? smut with reader worshipping his body?

thank you so much :)

AWWW STAWP IT! that means a lot, I’m glad you liked it. jordan and reece are carrying my interest in rugby rn, smth about those himbo australian/new zealand players just gets me going.

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crutches

reece walsh x male reader

summary: just me fantasising about this man for a bit.

notes: i have been obsessed with the girl group flo for a while now and they recently dropped a new single that inspired me to write this.

song rec: ‘walk like this’ - flo

‘if he keeps this up, i might need crutches…’

your boyfriend, reece walsh was a star on the pitch. and you were always there to cheer him on. during practice, sending you kisses and stares from the field. his dad calls him lazy, that he shouldn’t let you distract him from the bigger picture. ‘if you truly loved him, you wouldn’t be such a distraction.’ the coach’s words reverberated in your head for a while and you suggested that it’d be best if you stopped coming to see him. it wasn’t a break up, and y’all would see each other everywhere else, but your heart couldn’t take the possibility of being the cause of his failure.

reece always went to the gym when he needed to clear his mind. you watched him rep with a sad typa aggression. knocking, you asked if everything was alright. ‘babe i don’t really wanna talk about it.’ your bf said as he moved on to bench press. ‘tough,’ you straddle him with a brattiness that you knew, deep down, he loved to fuck out of you. ‘I ain’t movin until you tell me what’s bothering you.’ he sat up properly , palming your lower back to stabilise himself, ‘you’re insufferable you know that,’ reece huffed. you stroked his cheek with your thumb, the anger in his face melting at the love you’d always shown him. ‘you know you can tell me anything.’ you reassured, knowing that his father’s word got to him deeply. his frown softened, wanting to unburden himself at the gentleness of your voice. reece took another breath as you laid your hand on his heart. ‘i just hate that he sees our relationship as a distraction,’ he sighs, shoulders getting heavier, ‘if anything, seeing you makes me more work harder.’ reece goes in to kiss your neck and breathes out ‘my own personal cheerleader.’ you cradled his head, placing your fingers in his locks. you broke apart, as you tapped his nose. ‘you’re so cute!’ you lovingly teased. ‘shut the fuck uppppp.’ reece droned, turning red as he hid his blushing in your ample chest. you felt a thick, warm rod pressing in between your cheeks, urging you to untie your bf’s shorts, whilst he placed light kisses on your pecs.

‘w-wai-wait.’ reece says groggily. your face dropped, afraid you had done something wrong. ‘what’s the matter?’ you asked, as he remained silent, dragging you off of him. ‘i can’t fuck you here,’ he said with a sincerity in his tone. ‘i need one place where i can actually focus on training,’ seeming more rational by the minute. he breathed deeper. you could see exactly how hard it was for him to say this; the two of you had been together for some time now, and sex was one thing that he never messed with. for him, your body was sacred, one he needed to give full attention to. ‘i get it, you just look really hot when you’re all sweaty and stuff.’ you respond, eyes widening at your last statement.

you had told him the one thing, you swore never to admit. ‘so all of those times i came home from practice all gross,’ he grinned at how open you could be in your discussions with him. ‘you liked that shit?’ you looked up, sheepishly as a mumbled ‘yes.’ escaped your mouth. trying to solve his problems and save yourself from further awkwardness , you quickly changed the subject. ‘we can’t do anything here,’ you elongated the final word in a slutty attempt to arouse him. ‘so, how are we going to solve…’ gesturing to the the bulge in his shorts that ceased to go down. no words were exchanged. reece grabbed your wrist and rushed you two into his dad’s office.

he pushed you against the locked door and closed all of the blinds. invading your neck and upper chest with lovebites, he was like a creature, ravaging you. ‘reece, wait.’ you say using your might to push his desires off. ‘are you sure you wanna do this? here?’ he watched, unable to think clearly whilst staring down at your pretty face. ‘never have i ever wanted to fuck you as much as i want to right now.’ he grunted as you palmed him through his boxers. though left unsaid, you both loved the idea of literally ‘fucking over’ his dad’s feelings towards your relationship.

before you knew it, y’all were fully naked; if you weren’t in his company, you might’ve felt some vulnerability in your exposure, but he soothed those concerns with his touch. something about how the beads of sweat decorated his tan skin, and danced around the contours of his muscles, always astounded you. whenever the two of you made love, nothing else mattered. reece walsh, the biggest prick in the world (literally), was such a mess with your mouth wrapped around his cock. ‘ughhh fuck,’ he smiled, stroking your hair ‘shit baby, you suck my dick so well.’ you adored his cock, loving how you decorated it with your glittery saliva as the shades of light brown skin and pink hues painted his rod.

‘stand up for me baby,’ he demanded. reece loved your body. cupping your cheeks and toying with them, he looked into your fuck me eyes as he grinded his dick between your thighs. jumping up to allow him greater access he sat himself on the boss’ chair, deepening his kiss. ‘y/n, you ready?’ reece breathed, fingering your hole. riding him in the team office was not on your 2024 bucket list, but you certainly weren’t complaining. his light green eyes staring at you so lovingly, as he fucked himself up into your hole with no remorse. The duality turned you insane. the tensing of his biceps, strength of his shoulder blades, you were putty in his hands. ‘I will never get tired of you.’ he moaned, the sloppy sounds coming from your pussy. ‘I love you so much, my beautiful boy.’ you stroked his ego making him blush. he could snap out of being lovesick very quickly, but you were much better at bringing it out of him.

reece had found a rhythm; each time you lifted yourself from his huge dong, he gripped your plush waist and impaled you hard as you felt the veins of his cock imprint their way into your organs. it was a sight of true love. ‘fuck reece, you’re too big, i c-can’t.’ you subtly pleaded for him to slow down. your hole began to burn with a fiery stinging, but that was quickly forgotten as he reassured you: ‘i know baby, but you take it so well. that pussy is practically begging for my load.’ he wasn’t wrong. your tight lips involuntarily milked him so well that he couldn’t think straight. you bounced on him sloppily, signalling to your bf that you were getting close. he loved seeing his pretty boy fucked out on his cock. jackhammering at an insane speed he obliterated your ass, ‘FUCKKK FUCK REESE OH MY GOD!’ you exclaimed at the assault on your hole. it felt so good to have him rearrange your body, and you loved being his. ‘yeah, take it, imma give you it all,’ he groaned. the sounds of your wet hole and his precum made a symphony of pleasure, creating a percussion that accompanied the vocals y’all made. ‘cum for me,’ he grunted deeply, as he impaled you one last time, stuffing you with his batter. you painted his abs a bright white as he giggled seeing you in a trance. ‘every. fucking. time.’ you breathed out, recognising how whipped you were. ‘what?’ playing coy. as he licked his abdomen. ‘you know what,’ you playfully caressed his ear ‘turned me on so much that im sat in your dad’s office with his son’s dick up my ass.’ you both laughed, as reece savoured the sight of the boyfriend he loved so dearly.

despite how uncomfortable it would’ve been cockwarming your boyfriend, for the next 30 minutes, time was not a constant. you were lost in his company. a few kisses were exchanged, skin was stroked, but it was the first time you could just be present with him. ‘as much as im enjoying you squeezing my dick, my legs are falling asleep.’ he teased. ‘babe, i legit cannot walk.’ bursting out in laughter, as he pulled you of his pole and across the desk. after getting dressed, he grabbed some crutches from the medical room and drove you home, his seed still bubbling inside you. ‘how you feeling?’ reece asked, placing his hand on your thigh. you loved how sexy he looked driving like that. ‘a lil sore, but i’ll survive.’ you admitted ‘sorry baby, i did go a bit too rough.’ he answered with a hint of sadness at hurting you. ‘aww stop, don’t do that, i enjoyed every minute of it.’ you reassured. ‘besides, i know that your balls are aching right now from the pressure i put on them so…my bad’ he giggles at your attempt to lighten the mood.

the next day was the big match. the two of you had agreed to tone down your interactions during the game, and that you’d see each other after. a couple of his teammates greeted you during halftime. ‘HEY Y/N! long time no see.’ you walked over to them, a sway in your hips that Reece had fucked into you. they looked at you with furrowed brows until the realisation set in. this was certainly not lost on them as one of his best friends immediately knew. ‘walshie’s the reason that y/n is walking like that.’ he laughed pointing at your bf who looked so cute concentrating on the game. you could only smile at the prospect of taking him again after the game. bonus points if the team won x

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seulszn · 11 months

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Can you please do headcannons or a fic of Y/N, Bella, Abby, Or Ellie (you pick) moving into a new apartment. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. 🥰

NEW APARTMENT

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem reader

Sypnosis: you and Ellie move into your new apparent with the help of your parents and Joel.

Warnings: Pure Fluff

A/N: I absolutely LOVEEE this idea so imma do it with all three of them starting with my bugaboo Ellie this fanfic will be based off the song New Apartment by Ari Lennox sorry if it’s short and rushed might make another part of this.

“You ready Bae?” Ellie asks as you look at them before smiling at her. You and Ellie are finally moving in with each other it was Ellie’s idea since she was tired of Joel just barging in whenever he felt like it. And your house wasn’t even better cause your parents were obsessed with telling Joel everything or just embarrassing y’all in general.

“Yea I am,” you say before turning around and seeing your parents exiting the elevator with a box in their hand “Then unlock the door bae” Ellie stated pointing at the lock you nod your head before entering the key into the lock but not turning it you breath in…out…in…out before turning the lock and opening the door to your new apartment.

You, Ellie, and your parents enter with awe “You guys live here?” This is beautiful!” Your mother states placing a box down you turn to her and smile “I didn’t think it would be this big” you say as Ellie looks at her phone looking at the pictures she got sent of the apartment. “Weird it doesn’t say anything about their being a second floor” she spoke before showing you the pictures.

“Well, this is quite nice,” a voice from behind you spoke you and Ellie turn around and is met with Joel with a box in his hand and a smile on his face. “Place that box over there” you point at the entrance of what you think and hope is the kitchen. Joel nods before walking over and placing the box down “Ellie, come help me with these boxes” Joel says as Ellie groans before following him out of the door.

You smile before turning to your parents who just walk around looking at the empty apartment. “I feel like with the help of the five of us we could be done by tonight and I know everybody will be exhausted so thank your mother I made Soup Joumou” (a Haitian dish with Squash, beef, potatoes, and vegetables) your mother says grabbing ahold of your shoulders you smile before hugging her. “Thank you momma oh what would I do without you” you beamed as she rolls her eyes. “Probably dead,” your father says as you laugh.

“Y/N you are the smartest human being on earth I never knew you could order your furniture and schedule what day you want it delivered,” Ellie says coming in with a big box and Joel right behind her. You walk over to the box observing it “It’s our couch Ellie!” You squeal as your father snickers taking the big box away from Ellie and placing it in the living room so he can build it.

“Ellie let’s look around,” you ask grabbing her hand and pulling her around y’all’s new apartment. Everything was beautiful empty but beautiful the bathroom was big enough for the two of you to be in it at the same time. Ellie’s office was something she liked very much “I could make this my man cave,” she says as you blankly stare at her. “But you’re not- y’know what never mind” Ellie snickers before looking at door you walk over to it seeing another bathroom connected to it. “You get your own bathroom ugh lucky,” you say as Ellie smiles.

“Wow look at this bedroom Ellie,” You say as you spin around in complete awe Ellie stays by the door with a smile on their face just looking at you fangirl “Look Ellie look we have a walk-in closet!” You scream as you turn to your girlfriend just staring at you. “I love you, Ellie,” you say walking over to her to hug her she smiles before kissing your forehead “I love you too Y/N let’s go down and finish helping them,” she says as you nod your head.

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“Y/N go downstairs and grab the food from out of my car,” your mother says as Joel turns to your mother “I brought some food as well cause I thought we would be too exhausted to cook,” he says as he hands Ellie his keys. “Well I guess we gonna have a feast,” you say walking out the door with Ellie to go to your parent's car “and leftovers” you smile as you enter the elevator with Ellie “I hope you know that my parents gonna wanna come over a lot now that we have our own apartment now” you state as Ellie nods her head.

“Joel will as well,” she says as you leave the elevator and walk to the lobby you stop Ellie and point to the door seeing two people standing there waving with stuff in their hands “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Ellie says walking over to the door to open it to reveal you and Ellie’s friends, Dina and Jesse. “Hi my two little love birds,” Dina says with a big smile on her face and with a cafe box in her hand “I bought a new apartment cake to celebrate your new apartment!” She adds opening the box to show you and Ellie.

“Jesse bought apple cider cause why not,” She says as you smile at your friend follow you out the apartment lobby and to the car “Thank you, Dina, but you really didn’t have to do that” you commented as Dina scoffs slightly offended “I did your my best friend, of course, I’m gonna buy you a home warming gift, which Jesse has in the car just say thank you damn it” you snicker before picking up the big crockpot filled with Soup Joumou “Thank you Dina” you say closing your parents car door and locking it. “Your welcome now let's hurry I wanna see the apartment,” she says as you roll your eyes at your friend. “it's not quite done yet,” you say as she also rolls her eyes.

“I don’t judge, who am I to judge anybody I still live with my parents” Dina stated walking into the elevator with you. “speaking of them how are they?” You ask Dina’s parents love you they think of you as their child so when you told them about you moving into your very own apartment they were happy for you. “see Dina I wish you were more like Y/N” her mother says in a playful tone Dina rolls her eyes at her mother as you bust into a laughing fit. “She wants to come visit someday,” Dina says as you nod your head.

You open the door to your apartment as Dina gasps in awe at the apartment slowly coming together. “Y/N hand the crockpot to me so I can plug it in,” your mother says taking the pot away from you and placing it on the counter. “What did you bring Joel?” You ask washing your hands in the sink he removes the foil from the food he made “Brisket sandwiches, Tuna Casserole, banana pudding, and then Ellie help me with the cornbread” he says as you nod at what he said.

“I bought a cake and Jesse bought apple cider,” Dina says once again but to your parents who take the cake and Cider from Dina and Jesse “Sit, Sit” Your mother orders as everyone crowds around the dining room table. “Ellie, I got y’all a home warming gift,” Jesse says holding a box in his hand. he hands it to Ellie as she thanks him and unwraps it you glance over at the thing in Ellie’s hand “No way a PS5!” She yells excitedly.

“You shouldn’t have!” Ellie says as Jesse smiles at his friend Fangirl over her gift “Y/N now we can play shit together!” She says as you nod your head thanking your mother who placed Soup Joumou and another plate for Joel’s food down. “We should have dinners like this every Sunday night” Joel requests as your father nods in agreement “I don’t see a problem with it,” Ellie says.

“Of course, you don’t you don’t even know how to cook” you comment as Ellie rolls her eyes at what you said “You can always teach her,” your mother says taking Ellie’s side you scoff. “please I’ve tried plenty of times but every time I do she somehow manages to fuck up everything they touch” You add as Joel laughs and Ellie doesn’t say anything. “But don’t worry Ellie not everybody is good at these types of things” you smile as Ellie sticks her tongue out at what you said. “I remember when Ellie burnt a cup of noodles because she forgot to add water,” Jesse says as the table erupts with laughter “Jesse really? You’re supposed to side with me!”

“Sorry dude, not my fault you can’t cook” he adds as Dina nods her head before adding something. “She put two eggs in the microwave once and when she when to cut it it exploded in her face” you laugh at what Dina says as your parents interrupt. “When does your bed set get here?” Your father asks as you shrug your shoulders. “Tomorrow probably” you answer as he nods his head “We made a pad on the floor with our sheets and shit so we are set for right now,” Ellie says stuffing her face with food. Your mother nods before giggling “Y’all’s back gonna hate y’all” she says as you and Ellie look at each other.

“Don’t worry about it though it shouldn’t hurt THAT bad” she says with a sarcastic tone in her voice. Just make sure you place a lot of blankets down and you should be good” Dina adds in

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You and Ellie say goodbye to your friends and family and cleaning up the mess left behind and placing the gifts given by your parents, Joel, and your friend away. “Finally the two of us,” Ellie says changing out of her clothes you two decided on sleeping in the living room since the couch was big enough for you guys to lay down on you guys decided comfort was better than discomfort.

“I’m exhausted!” You yawn as Ellie walks out with a sports bra and boxers on “same” Ellie says sitting up on the couch and reaching for her computer to find a movie to watch. “This was the best decision that we have ever made” you whisper trying to fight sleep Ellie smiles caressing your shoulders. Picking out a movie she places it on the box you guys are using as a table for right now. “I’m glad we are gonna spend all of our time together,” she says as she moves you over slightly to lay down with you.

“Tomorrow the stuff you order for your office comes” Ellie nods her head before looking at the ceiling. “I love you, Ellie,” you say closing your eyes before dozing off “I love you too princess we have a long day tomorrow,” she says before focusing on the movie playing.

Welp another request done I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing this and I hope you have good day (and keep requesting stuff) orevwa :). Ⓒ︎ bellaxellie.

#bellaxellie #the last of us #tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie tlou2 #ellie x fem reader #ellie x black!reader

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jjkamochoso · 2 months

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JJK Characters and Songs that fit their Love Lives

Warnings: none, but some lyrics in the songs are a bit suggestive!! Also I’m mostly just an anime watcher so if this info isn’t up to date on what’s going on in the manga I’m sorry!!

Choso: I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys

Choso would do anything for his partner and would also be absolutely obsessed with them!! He would try to prove his worth at every given second and acts of service is for sure his love language. He’ll be anything his partner want him to be, as long as they call him theirs.

Gojo: Boombastic by Shaggy

Y’all already KNOW this is Satoru’s jam!! He’s a chill dude that lives to please his partners, romantically and otherwise. Smooth like silk and can take rejection like a champ (though, let’s be real, who’s rejecting him?), he is Mr. Lover Lover!!

And here’s a more serious one for him because I feel like people sometimes only focus on silly Gojo

Gojo Pt. 2: Hanging By a Moment by Lifehouse

Even though he has a happy go lucky side that usually shows, Satoru is a man that feels and cares so deeply. I feel like this song represents the part of him that’s trying to find himself beyond being a strong jujutsu sorcerer and the right partner could help him through those anxieties. He would want a partner to live in the moment with him and be the missing pieces to each other’s puzzles.

Geto: Roll to Me by Del Amitri

Suguru, though he’s been through a loooot, still has a good heart imo. He would be there wholeheartedly for the person he wants to date. Like in the song, he’d be there day or night to talk or be ready to support the person whenever something goes wrong.

Shoko: My Friends Over You by New Found Glory

I had a younger Shoko in mind when I chose this song but I feel like it still kinda applies to older Shoko as well. If she was seeing someone, it most likely would be low commitment and not that serious. Her friends come first, always. If her partner was dragging her down and boring her, she’d have no problem cutting them off asap!

Nanami: My Heart I Surrender by I Prevail

If there’s one thing I associate with Kento, it’s YEARNING. Yearning for a life he truly wanted, yearning for the safety of the youth. Would it be fair to assume his love life follows that pattern? He wouldn’t know if the person he liked returned his affection but that wouldn’t stop him from giving away his whole heart as he waited for the answer.

Yuji: The Way You Are by Babe Patrol

Yuji is great for this song. He holds strong conviction for doing what’s right and is always supporting those around him. As seen with Yuko, he appreciates people as they are and doesn’t expect them to change or conform to arbitrary standards. He would love his partner for being completely, unabashedly themselves.

Nobara: Wake Me Up Before You Go Go by WHAM!

Nobara is filled with fun energy and loving (in her own way) vibes so using one of the literal meanings from this song, I would think she’d be so down to go dancing with her partner! I could also see her complaining of a fast heart rate around her crush since she’s always hyped up and being around that person certainly wouldn’t help.

Megumi: And I Love Her by Kurt Cobain

Megumi is a straightforward, low key moody, no nonsense man so this song is perfect for him. It doesn’t dance around feelings at all and tells the audience like it is—a love between him and his partner will never die.

Panda: The Power of Love by New Found Glory

Panda has endless amounts of love for his friends and I know he believes in the power of love, 100%. He’s surrounded by it every day—Yaga, his classmates, even his teachers. Panda has a lot of love to give and isn’t afraid to show it!

Maki: SUGAR by Brockhampton

This song has a lot of lyrics that mention not needing anyone help and being able to do things individually and that’s Maki’s core belief. However, there are some mentions of learning to be okay leaning on a partner and I think that’s how she’d be. If she ever opened up to a partner, it would have to be her and them against the world forever.

Toge: Josie by Blink 182

Inumaki would need a partner who was there for him, no matter what. Someone who would laugh at his jokes, because let’s be honest, he’s hilarious, and someone who would bring him food just because they remembered his order. He would also love someone who shares the same crazy sleep schedule he has so if they were up at 3am watching “Vacation,” like mentioned in the song, that would be his dream.

Yuta: All 4 Love by Color Me Badd

This whole song SCREAAAMS YUTA!!! This certified lover boy would do anything for his partner and be their knight in shining (white) armor (jacket). He would never fail to tell his partner how lucky he is to have them and how attractive they are as well!!

Todo: She’s So High by Tal Bachman

I am 1000% convinced Todo would treat his partner like royalty and hold them in the highest regards. His passion for literally everything is unmatched and I absolutely expect to see that in his love life. Like in the song, he would equate his partner to icons like Cleopatra and Aphrodite because he thinks so highly of them.

Mai: I’m Thru With Love by Marilyn Monroe

Mai is definitely through with love. I feel like she’d fall in love once and completely give up the idea of finding someone else if it didn’t work out. She can’t stand being vulnerable and warm to others so this song is high key perfect for her.

Noritoshi: If I Could Ride a Bike by Park Bird/Chevy

Noritoshi deserves better!! There, I said it!! My boy doesn’t get enough love and that’s reflected in this song choice. The pressure to be a perfect member of the Kamo clan is a lot for him and having a partner that fits those same standards to be accepted is impossible so he’s left imagining what it would be like to love and be loved. I think he would want nothing more than to wake up and see his partner’s smiling face looking back at him and be able to go on carefree adventures with them.

Kokichi: Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy

Poor Kokichi :(( I went a bit literal with the relation of the lyrics “scar crossed lovers” since his whole body was littered with messed up skin but I do feel like this song captures his vibe well. I feel like he wouldn’t ask anything of his partner and would just be beyond grateful he finally had someone there for him. He was doomed from birth with his heavenly restriction, thus having a dark outlook on life and further relating to the lyric “kiss my cheek, baby please, would you read my eulogy?” since I think he would like his partner to be there for him even after his death.

Miwa: Everywhere by Michelle Branch

I feel like Miwa is a hopeless romantic so she would relate to this song in that no matter what she does, it relates to her partner. No matter if it’s closing her eyes to sleep or keeping her partner in her thoughts wherever she goes, Miwa has a big heart and just needs to be hugged!

Momo: One Love by It’s Benzzo

I don’t know much about Momo but I know she can’t stand sexism so her partner would have to be open minded and kind, never failing to make her smile. She would just want someone to treat her right!

Yuki: Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer

This is the perfect song for Yuki imo. She seems like a flirtatious girl and would love a partner that went all out in romance for her. I think she’d like to get dressed up and then get swept off her feet every date night. Telling her partner to kiss her under the stars would be a great way for her to end the night!

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billsbae · 1 year

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more about french andersons:

— jeffrey and todd grew up in a bilingual family their mother wanted them to speak her national language, so she spoke to them in both french and english when they were little. oh, she also sang to them in french, french lullabies <3

— they know french as good as english, the whole family speak both languages at home, it depends on their mood, sometimes they just mix it together (bonjour y’all vibes)

— jeff randomly starts speaking french when he’s very excited, on other side todd speaks french when he’s pissed off

— the poets didn’t know about todd being half french unless once when jeffrey came to visit him at welton they started to argue in french

— they still don’t know about what they were arguing, but they were absolutely amazed that the anderson brothers know how to speak french

— since the poets know that todd can speak french:

charlie asks todd how to say random words in french like fuck, but also like mirror, basement or global warming

knox asks him to translate the poems he writes to charlie chris in french, because french is more romantic

meeks is the one who started studying french because of todd, he likes learning new things, and the fact that the could speak with todd and todd would help him with the pronunciation of the words? just amazing.

cameron found out that todd speaking french is a really really relaxing sound, his voice is calming, so when he’s too stressed about school him and todd just lay in the bed and todd tells him about the day or about something from his childhood/past, he won’t understand anyway (give me some cameron + todd content, i love them)

pitts and todd started listen together to french songs, sometimes pitts asks him what the song is about, sometimes they just sit there and listen drinking hot chocolate ((i love french music))

and finally neil who is simply amazed about the french thing. once he and todd get into a fight, todd started talking to him in french (cause he was frustrated), neil just started at him and he forget why he was mad at him. he find the french language extremely hot ((just like me))

just wanted to say that i’m not french, i do not speak french, but yes i’m totally obsessed with this language and rn duolingo wants to kill my family bc I won’t do his lessons, anywayyy part 2???

((if you see any mistake, pls correct me, i won’t get mad, first of all english is my third language, second it’s literally 4am when i’m writing this))

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twomanyfandomshelp · 29 days

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Came up with an idea for a new tag game last night while I was trying to sleep.

What are three movies/tv shows that shaped your childhood?

1. Frozen. I feel so bad for the amount of times my parents had to listen to me and my sister screaming the lyrics to Let It Go (really all the songs in that movie). We went to see it in the theater THREE TIMES, my parents even got us those Elsa dresses that were like $100. My sister and I were obsessed with that movie for YEARS (I can literally quote every single word).

2. Descendants. I very vividly remember watching this movie for the first time on Disney Channel, I can even tell you where all the ad breaks were lol. Another one me and my sister were obsessed with. The year the first Descendants came out, for Halloween I was Evie and she was Mal, and the year that the third one came out I was Audrey and she was Mal again.

3. Since the other two were movies, let’s do a tv show. Liv and Maddie. It was like me and my sister, but twins and older. I related a lot to Liv (I’ve always really liked singing and acting, and at the time I wanted to be an actress when I grew up) and my sister really like Maddie (she’s always been the more athletic of the two of us). We also both really liked Parker because we’ve both always been very good at school and enjoyed it a lot, plus he’s just funny. We watched all four seasons at least ten times.

Can you tell I grew up in a Disney house? Disney has always been a big part of my family, my parents met during the college program at WDW and then my mom transferred to my dad’s college without even knowing it was his college. They always say their love story is like a Disney movie, very fitting. Anyhoo, I’m off topic.

Time for tags! I really hope y’all like this 🙃 @sushis-mylifeee @ivys-garden @thekingofworems @the-stars-are-ineffable @bippityboppityouch @kingofdandelions @aeolianmusic @sushi1056 @nyx-of-darkness-1620 @aaronofithaca05 @jarondont @the-decapod and anyone else who wants to join in!

#i hope y’all like it #tag game #original?#maybe not #but I think it’s fun regardless #movies #tv shows #frozen #descendants #liv and maddie #disney #idk what else to tag

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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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angel eyes- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: it’s the annual talent show at hawkins high and you decide to tell eddie how you’re feeling through song (based by “angel eyes” by abba)

Warnings: angst, insecurities, accused cheating, bullying, eddie being clueless, misunderstandings, mentions of vomit, sexual implications, cussing, happy ending

Word Count: 4.8k (oops)

A/N: ahh my first ever eddie munson fic has arrived! y’all i have become so obsessed with that fictional metalhead over the past few weeks, it’s so serious. anyway, i hope you enjoy the fic! - sava

Chrissy. Fucking. Cunningham.

You stood from a far as you watched the cheerleader wrap her arms around your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, before taking off into the woods. They were going towards the spot where all his deals usually go down. But in the recent months, it had become your spot, and Eddie, found a new spot to deal. You let out a sigh and turn on your heel, walking in the opposite direction.

You knew about Eddie’s crush on Chrissy in middle school, as he and you shared your past relationships and crushes early on in your relationship, which was almost a year ago. You scoffed to yourself, wondering why he would sneak around with her like that. Why he didn’t just tell you he didn’t want you anymore, or whatever his excuse of a reason was. Frankly, you didn’t quite care right now, the hurt settling into your bones and making you weak.

You walked towards the buses were about to hop on one when Dustin, one of the new Hellfire club members that was slowly becoming Eddie’s right hand in the club, stopped you.

“Wait, Y/N, are you coming to Hellfire tonight? Also where is Eddie? Doesn’t he usually drive you home?” The freshman asks. You let out sigh and shake your head.

“I-I don’t know where Eddie is, but I’m not feeling the best right now so I’m gonna skip Hellfire for the night. I’ll see you tomorrow though, Dustin,” you explain, and before he can ask you anymore questions, you hop on the bus that usually took you home before you and Eddie started dating.

The concern the club had for you would usually make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, however, with how shitty you’re feeling after seeing Eddie take Chrissy to your spot, you didn’t want to even talk to anyone in the club anymore today, despite them doing nothing wrong in this situation. Although you weren’t an official member of the Hellfire Club, you would go to the meetings every week and sit on the throne with your boyfriend the dungeon master. You and Eddie would chill for a while back at his place then drive back to school and set up for the meetings, and you’d help him clean up and he’s either drive you back home, or you’d spend the night at his, with his uncle working nights and all, it usually would be the latter.

However, the meeting this week was pushed up a day to Thursday, a.k.a tonight, as the annual Talent Showcase was on Friday, which fell on the regular meeting day for Hellfire. Everyone knew that Corroded Coffin would be playing at the show, especially if Eddie was meaning what he’s been saying since the start of the school year, that this would finally be his year, and he would graduate. Which means he had to leave with a bang.

You always went to support your man whenever he played. Tuesday nights at the Hideout became one of your weekly rituals, cheering on the band from the crowd of you, plus about five drunk people. You knew they appreciated your support, Eddie especially. He didn’t have a lot of people in his corner, and you being there to rally for him in any situation he truly admired and appreciated, since he told you nearly on a daily basis.

Stepping off the bus, you walk a few houses down and walk through the front door of your house. Thankful that your parents were still at work, you climb the stairs up to your room and shut the door, tossing your bag aside and flopping on your bed. You felt the overwhelming sense of hurt wash over you now that you were in the safe space of your four bedroom walls. You felt your eyes prick with tears as you thought more about seeing Eddie and Chrissy together. Her body pressed against your man, his smile as he reciprocated the hug. It was all becoming too much.

You let out a choked sob as you grabbed a pillow for support. This was the first time Eddie had done anything to make you upset, as he was usually so sweet and attentive. You always thought it was just because he’s never been in a real relationship before and wanted to do things right, but also the selfish part of you wanted to believe it’s because he really did love you and cherishes the moments you spent together.

At least, he used to.

The more your mind started to think about everything that went down today, the puzzle pieces were coming together more. He had been pulling a way a bit lately, with the two of you not hanging out much outside of school and Hellfire. You thought it was just due to the Talent Show and him wanting to practice with his band, but maybe it was more than that. Maybe he was running off to see Chrissy. Maybe today wasn’t the first time they were acting so secretive and suspicious.

You hear your mother’s car pull into the driveway and hear her call out to you to come eat the dinner she picked up on her way home. You couldn’t even think about eating right now, your worries and sadness weighing down on you and your appetite. You slowly stand up and change into your favorite pajamas and crawl back into your bed with the covers practically suffocating you as you rest your head on your pillow. The world around soon became dull and fuzzy as you allowed yourself to glide into sleep for the night, hoping things may not be as bad tomorrow.

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Popping your ABBA cassette into your walkman, you shut the door of the family car and lock it before heading towards the front doors of Hawkins High. You were thankful your mom had every other Friday off, and agreed to let you use the car today to go to school, paired with a bunch of questions as to why you even needed it. Eddie would usually be by your house early enough to pick you up for school, so it felt odd not having your usual mode of transportation for the day. You weren’t even surprised though, because he didn’t even bother calling you last night to check up on you. You know it sounds silly, but if he still cared for you, he would’ve made sure you feeling okay, right?

Placing your headphones over your head, you press play and allow the wonderful, pop-y voices of ABBA to fill your ears as you open the doors to school. Your first two periods usually went by fast, those being Science and History, your favorite subjects. It wasn’t until third period you would start to worry, as that was your English class with Ms. O’Donnell…which is the one class you shared with Eddie. You weren’t sure what to expect, which made your stomach twist in several knots at the thought of hundreds of scenarios.

You look up to see the Hellfire boys standing by their usual spot they’d meet in the morning. You turn the corner quickly, making your way past the band room where you gave a quick wave to Robin. Aside from the Hellfire boys, you didn’t have many friends. You were a very quiet being, and everyone thought it was ironic that you were in a relationship with one of the most outgoing, obnoxious people in Hawkins. It also didn’t help that you had been held back in the 7th grade due to family circumstances that came up, so half the friends you used to have graduated last year. But besides that, the rest of the school just didn’t peak your interest. You had Eddie, Robin, Nancy, and the Hellfire Club. That was really all you needed.

Plopping down in your usual seat, you take your headphones of and stop the cassette from playing, hearing the first bell ring. You pack your walkman up and settle your books and pencils on the desk in front of you, ready to being the day so it can finally be over.

You sigh as you exit Ms. O’Donnells classroom, completely embarrassed when Jason Carver loudly questioned why you weren’t sitting or talking to Eddie, making immature comments saying “is the resident freak couple in a fight?” or “who would’ve thought Eddie “The Freak” Munson could keep his mouth closed for so long”, with half the class bursting out into hysterics. But the worst part of it all? Eddie WAS quiet. He didn’t say a damn thing to defend himself or even you, and that wasn’t like him. There were usually quippy comebacks to what Jason had to say, or just something to defend your honor. But when you looked back at him with helpless eyes, silently begging him to do something, he was out of it, his mind focussed elsewhere, making you turn back around and slump down in defeat.

You quickly take off towards the closest bathroom, running to the biggest stall and locking yourself inside. You felt so dumb. Not because of Jason Carver or any of his kiss-ass friends, but because you weren’t sure why Eddie wasn’t talking to you at all right now. You had no idea where the two of you stood and you felt like a stupid, stereotypical, boy-crazed girl. You wipe away a few tears that managed to slip down your cheeks and try to control your breathing.

“Hey, are you okay in there?” You hear a girl ask. The voice sounded familiar to you, so you poked your head out to see the redhead freshman who would usually talk to Dustin and his other freshman friends, Max Mayfield.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you tell her, wiping your nose with your sleeve. God you felt pathetic.

“Hey you’re Y/N right? You’re dating Eddie? I’m friends with some people in that Hellfire Club,” she tells you, and you can tell she’s trying really hard not to poke you for answers as to why you’re crying in the bathroom while everyone else is at lunch.

“Yeah, t-that’s me. And I know who you are Max,” you tell her, gathering your backpack and wrapping it around you.

“Well are you going to the Talent Show tonight? My friends are doing some weird routine that I’m going to make fun of them for. Plus I hear Eddie’s going to put on an amazing show for his final Showcase,” she asks you, turning more your way.

“I don’t know. Some stuff has kind of-“

“I totally get it. But if you’re up to coming, you can sit by me, and we can make fun of my friends together,” she explains, a slight smile creeping up. You return the favor and send her a smile back.

“Thanks, I’ll think on that,” you tell her. You watch as she exits the bathroom and you let out a small sigh. You appreciated her actions, trying to distract you from everything that’s happened the past few days. You kind of needed that.

Going to the sink, you run your hands under the water with soap and look at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were puffy and you head cry tear stains upon your cheeks, making you let out an aggravated grunt. You rest your hands on either side of the sink and hang for head there for a moment.

When all of a sudden, it hit you.

You jolt up and look at your eyes again, all puffy and swollen, but still big and round. You quickly exit the bathroom and speed walk to the newspaper room, where you needed to talk to one individual in particular. Busting the doors open, you see dozens of pairs of eyes looking up at you, annoyed by the sudden outburst. You mumble apologies and make your way towards Nancy.

“Hey Nance, I have a question,” you whisper, trying not to disturb anyone any more than you already have. She looks up at you for a moment before speaking and going back to her work.

“Yeah what’s up-oh my god, are you okay?” She asks, looking at your disheveled demeanor.

“Yeah I’m fine-“

“Then why do you look like you’ve been crying? Did something happen? Does Robin know about it?” She continues to press. You roll your eyes and calmly smack your hand against the table, trying to get her to focus on anything but your appearance right now.

“Nance, stop…please, we’re getting off topic. You’re running the Talent Showcase right?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Yeah…”

“Do you have anymore slots available?” You asked with a smirk. If Eddie wasn’t going to give you the normal time of day you’d been used to, then maybe he’s pay more attention if there was a larger audience.

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The Talent Showcase was in full swing, with a good crowd out to see the students perform their countless variations of talents. You sat in-between Max and Robin in the crowd, waiting for your turn to be queued up to perform. Part of you was nervous, due to the fact that you haven’t performed in front of a crowd since you were in your kindergarten talent show, where you puked right after your performance after exiting the stage. So there was no pressure at all this time. You had recently just watched the freshmen of the Hellfire club perform…you had no idea how to describe what it is they did, but you giggled like Max told you you would. The next time you hung out with them, you’d be making fun of them to their faces for that one.

“Up next week have Corroded Coffin!” You heard Nancy announce as she appeared on stage. The curtains drew back and you saw the band’s signature set up, the drums with their logo and Eddie and his bandmates standing in rockstar poses. The sound of a guitar shredding filled the auditorium as they began playing their song, one you hadn’t heard before. You noticed the level of dedication that played into the band, the shear focus of hitting the notes and putting on the performance etched into their faces. Eddie’s tongue was sticking out slightly from his mouth, which was his telling sign that he was in the zone and laser focussed.

You looked around to see the crowd of parents and student ultimately not as responsive, with Hawkins only really liking “acceptable music.” But you noticed quite a few people bobbing their heads to the music and seemingly enjoying their performance, which made your heart a little happy. Even with the problems you were currently facing with Eddie, seeing his dream succeed in any form made you happy.

The song starts to end and you hear some cheers coming from the crowd, you clapping just a bit to show your support. Despite your problems you’d been facing with your boyfriend, you still wanted to show you cared about his passion of music, because you still cared about him.

“We’ve been Corroded Coffin!” Eddie shouts in the mic, laughing and sticking his tongue out to the crowd before retreating backstage. You look to Robin next to you and lean closer to her.

“I’m up soon, so I’m gonna head backstage,” you tell her. She nods and gives you two thumbs up in support. You turn to Max and tell her the same, and she smiles and you and whispers some encouraging words in your ear. You stand from your seat and walk backstage.

“Hey Y/N,” Nancy says as she comes back from the stage where she just finished announcing the next talent show entry. You flash her a small smile, the nerves of being backstage starting to get to you.

“You have the tape all set up? On the right song?” You ask her. She simply nods and places a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re gonna do great out there. Just know why you’re really singing, and the nerves will float away. You got this,” she tells you with a smile. You give her a quick hug, a silent thank you for the encouraging words and tips. You hear the audience applaud and watch Nancy walk on stage again.

“And our final act of the night, we have Y/N L/N!” Nancy says into the microphone. You slowly make your way out on the stage, taking in the faces that stare up at you from the crowd. Placing your hands on the mic, you swallow some nerves and shift your feet, trying to shake the remaining nerves out of your system. You see Robin and Max in the crowd where you once sat, their faces bright and supportive. You look out further in the crowd and see Eddie and his bandmates close to the door, as if they’re about to leave.

“H-hi,” you speak into the microphone, causing the sound to crackle a bit. You back up a little and try again.

“My name is Y/N L/N…and I’m going to sing a song that’s been holding some truth in my life recently.”

At that, you notice Eddie stop in his tracks and slowly turn around looking at you, shock all over his face. You quickly make point to look at the rest of the audience as you begin to hear Angel Eyes by ABBA’s intro being to fill the speakers. You let out another breath, and begin to sing to one of your favorite songs.

“Last night, I was takin a walk along the river

And I saw him together with a young girl

And the look that he gave her made me shiver

‘Cause he always used to look at me that way,”

As you sang those words, you looked Eddie’s way, as if you were singing directly at him, telling him what he’s done and how he had been making you feel. He had his arms crossed as he watched you sing, his face unreadable, which made your stomach churn for a moment, but ultimately remembering what Nancy told you.

You felt yourself calm down a bit as you started singing the chorus, moving your hips and adding some dance moves into this makeshift routine.

“Look into his angel eyes

One look and you’re hypnotized

He’ll take your heart and you must pay the price,”

You continued to sing, the audience nodding along and dancing as you continue with your act. You felt yourself becoming proud that you were able to grab the audience, despite not having performed in years. Maybe the people of Hawkins were still stuck in the 70’s. Or they just loved ABBA like you did.

Your dance moves felt more fluid as you let go of the microphone stand and moved in place, channeling your inner go-go girl and pop-star.

The final bars of the song began to play and you sang the rest of the way, closing out with a note you weren’t sure you’d be able to hit, but, to your surprise, you did. The audience cheered as the song closed out and you felt yourself beginning to blush at the positive feedback from your performance. You saw Max and Robin cheering for you from their seats, blowing them kisses.

You look up and see Eddie and the band clapping for you a bit, right before ducking out through the lobby of the auditorium. You exited the stage and found the backstage crew congratulating you, saying you were one of the best performances of the night.

You walk out of the auditorium with the rest of the crowd, Max, Nancy, and Robin by your side, talking about your performance and flooding you with compliments. You were starting to get dizzy from all this positive attention, it almost feeling like whiplash compared to what happened earlier in the day at school. You thanked them for your support and watched as Robin and Max piled into Nancy’s car, waving her goodbye before you started walking towards your car.

You notice a tall, lanky figure leaning against your car, with long wavy hair and you knew it was only one person who knew which car was yours that fit that description. You sighed slightly, your eyes looking to the ground as you continued walking up to your car.

“Hi,” Eddie says, trying to make his presence known. You look u at him and he has a cigarette hanging loosely from him mouth, not yet lit.

“Hi Eddie…” you say, letting your voice trail off. You look around at everyone forming a line to exit the parking lot, almost leaving the two of you as the only ones not trying to escape the parking lot.

“That was some performance you put up there,” he told you, the tone in his voice unclear. You look back at him with the puzzled expression.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment or a diss?” You ask, crossing your arms. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and puts it back in his pack.

“I meant it as a compliment, believe it or not.”

“Well it’s hard to tell where you’re heads been at the last few weeks,” you explained. He knew you could bite back when he did. Your feistiness is one of the things he told you he loved about you.

“So Gareth was right then. You were singing that song about me,” he says with a huff, looking towards the ground and readjusting his position against your car. You let out an aggravated sigh.

“Do you have a point you’re trying to make Eddie? Or can I get in my car and go home for the weekend?” You let out, annoyance dripping in your voice.

“Uh, yeah. I want to know why you chose to sing a damn song about me in front of nearly half the town?” He questioned. Now it was his turn to show he was annoyed.

As sweet as Eddie usually was, it was never really a shock to you to see him be defensive and rough sometimes. It was just in his nature due to his past.

“Well clearly trying to talk with you over the past few weeks wasn’t working, so I needed to get your attention somehow,” you explain to him. He gives you a puzzled look.

“What are you even talking about, Y/N?”

“What am I talking about? Eddie you’ve been distant as hell the past few weeks. Bailing on dates, not driving me home. I’ve really only seen you at school or Hellfire for the last couple weeks,” you answer. There was no way he was that clueless that he didn’t even see it himself.

“God forbid I have other shit to worry about, Y/N,” he says. Ouch, that stung a little. One thing you hated about fights with Eddie, he went for low blows or knew exactly what to say to get you riled up and upset.

“What like seeing Chrissy Cunningham?”

He freezes for a moment. Stilling all movements, as his dramatics always called for him moving as he spoke and talking with his hands. When he did this, it really could go either way. Really good, and the two of you would make up, or really bad and blow up in your face. Your sense were telling you it might be the latter tonight.

“Now I’m really lost,” he tells you, his eyebrows twisted in a pinched, angry look.

“I saw you two together yesterday. Hugging behind the school…going to our spot in the woods,” you explained, your voice growing quieter at the confession. Those damn insecurities of yours and the worries you were stressing about the previous night were crawling their way back up into your head, and it was making you feel weak and small.

“Look, Y/N, it isn’t wh-“

“No, I get it okay. You used to have a crush on her in middle school and maybe those feelings are still there and you wanted to act on them, it’s cool,” you say, tears brimming in your eyes. “I just wish you had the decency to break things off with me or, hell, even talk with me about it before doing anything.”

You look back up at him for a second and his features soften, seeing your face full of hurt and the water now spilling from your eyes. You were trying your hardest not to cry in front of him, but the love and adoration you hold for Eddie Munson is too much to let your strong demeanor stand.

“You think I’m cheating on you with Chrissy?” He asks you, his voice soft as well. You slowly nod, your sniffles growing louder as you keep trying to fight back the tears. Suddenly you feel yourself being engulfed by a pair of arms, looking up to see Eddie’s body smushed against yours. You tried to fight it away, just wanting to go home at this point, but his grasp was firm on you.

“Oh Y/N, you’re such an idiot,” he tells you. You gasp and continue to fight out of his touch.

“What the fuck Eddie?” You ask. He starts laughing a bit.

“I’m not cheating on you with Chrissy Cunningham, silly. Or anyone, for that matter,” he began to explain. You pull away from him slightly and he loosens his grip on you so he can meet your gaze. “She wanted to buy some pot for some cheerleader sleepover she was hosting tonight, and didn’t want anyone to see her in that new spot I picked by the gym. So, I suggested the old spot. That’s all that went down, okay?” He cups your cheeks and looks you in the eye, silently reassuring you with his soft expression that it truly wasn’t anything.

“W-well what about you flaking on me for the past few weeks?” You asked, sneaking your head out from around him to wipe away some tears and to rub at your nose. He smiles at your cute actions and helps you rub away all the mess your eyes made with the pad of his calloused thumb.

“I was practicing that new song we played in there! The band and I really wanted this showcase to be the best one yet and so we decided to write up a new song for it to perform. We’ve been hard at work and that was taking up all my free time besides Hellfire. Which I’m a little hurt you didn’t come to yesterday, by the way,” he added. You look away, embarrassed that he did notice your absence.

“Well given what I thought went down yesterday, I was in no mood for watching from the throne,” you admit.

“Well next time you feel this way, and I really hope there isn’t a next time, just come talk to me okay? Don’t go singing in front of the town again about me,” he tells you before placing a soft kiss to your forehead, which you melt into.

“Mmm, okay. But only if you agree not to shut me out again or not talk to me. A relationship is a two way street, mister Munson, and putting everything aside, you not being there for me did hurt,” you explain to him, your eyes looking downward as your voice trails off again. He rests his head on yours for a moment and you feel him nodding, then pull away briefly.

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way. and ‘M sorry for neglecting you. I promise not to shut you out anymore sweetheart,” he whispers, before ducking his head down to capture your lips with his own, leading you to wrap your arms around his neck. You tangle your fingers into his hair and give a small tug as he deepens the kiss, the two of you missing this intimacy from the last few weeks. You lowers his hands past your hips and cups your ass softly, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible, all while slipping his tongue in your mouth. Eddie sure was a smooth rebounder after a fight, knowing just what you liked to hear and have done to you once the two of you made amends.

You pull back to catch your breath and Eddie whines in protest. You could really tell the stress he was putting on himself for getting the song down for tonight had really weighed on him, having missed his girl. You felt that way too, as you felt those butterflies fluttering in your stomach after that intense kiss. Not to mention some other feelings that came up.

“C’mon, let’s go back to the trailer. I wanna show you how truly sorry I am, sweetheart,” he smirks and tugs you along to where he parked his van for the evening.

“But what about my car? I drove her separately, remember?”

“It’ll still be here in the morning, babe. Or should I say, afternoon? That sounds more like when I might get done making it up to you.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #stranger things

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JOHN SEED X FEMALE DEPUTY

Sort of a dump, I was really debating on just publishing this as a WIP but I was halfway through the smut and decided to just finish it. Not my best, but I tried to go for a more canon accurate John, which means he’s a major freak in this sorry :/

I mentioned it in the fic but didn’t go too deep, I kinda love toying with the idea of a more selfish deputy - humanizing them. If I were to ever write a longer fic with more of an oc-ized version of the deputy would anyone read? Let me know.

I probably won’t post about John Seed or FC5 for a little while after this. I have ideas for a Black Noir (my bbg) fic and then a Father Paul Hill one from Midnight Mass cause I love religious trauma as y’all can tell. I do also like indoctrinated!deputy so maybe maybe eventually I write about that.

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content warnings: mentions of cutting into flesh. smut — dubcon, choking, blood play (John being a freak sorry), dryhumping, oral (m receiving), fingering, debauchery in a house of God.

She should’ve known from the start, when the crackle of her radio sounded, interjecting her music with his voice; that this request was nothing but trouble. But rage had blinded her, wrath seeped into every pore in her body, selfishness.

It was never the Deputy’s plan to become the symbol for the resistance, even after the blades of the helicopter stopped, and smoke and fire billowed out from the engine. Even after Dutch saved her and enlisted her help, and despite the stories from countless other resistance members, she only really had one prerogative; save her friends.

Hudson, Pratt, Whitehorse. Trapped in the claws of the cult, it was her duty to get them back, and despite the help she had been giving to the resistance, those were the only three people she cared about.

He knew this, stalking her like a cat preparing to pounce, he watched every facet of her life from the moment she ventured into Holland Valley that he could. A selfish little thing, ripe for his obsession.

John Seed was a proud man, bold and brave as he had so eloquently begged Jacob to put in his song. His pedestal as a Herald inflated his ego, the knowledge that without him Eden’s Gate wouldn’t have prospered nearly as much fueled his narcissism, which is why he surrounded himself with only the peggies who would do anything for him.

He isn’t sure whether new members are supposed to pledge their lives to him and the cult, but it sounds so sweet when the floor pools with the blood of their atonement and he coaxes those little words from his new followers' lips. His tongue is coated in silver, he loves this new power, and she threatens to take that from him.

He knew she wouldn’t be as proactive if he crooned to her that he had a resistance member or two, and she would swing in guns blazing if he claimed to have Hudson right beside him. So, instead he played on her curiosity, that little nudge in the back of her mind that forced her to seek him out whenever he called. Like a moth to a flame.

“Fuck you, Seed!” Voice so filled with venom it might’ve burned a hole in the floor, he tilted his head at her profanity, a sadistic grin playing on his face.

Hope County was filled with little white churches, chapels with steeples that attempted to reach to the heavens above. She assumed they were much more lively before, now most were barren except on Sundays, when the peggies who could not fit onto Joseph’s compound would listen to him under random roofs of God.

This. He chose to be under the white ceiling specifically, to call her into the thing she had been fighting against. To hear her screams echo against the chipped painting that decorated the walls, for her blood to be stained on the old wooden floorboards.

Curiosity killed the cat. She was stupid enough to venture into his trap, falling to the ground when hit hard enough over the head, and now she was stupid enough to attempt to fight off the peggies that held either arm.

“Such profanity. You’re in a house of God, Deputy, mind your tongue.” He scolded her as if she was a misbehaving child, as if everything she had ever done could be chalked up to that. A spoiled rotten brat.

His fingers danced over the tools he had brought with him, his trusty tattoo gun being at the top, but an assortment of knives he also deemed fit for this occasion. Oh, the blood she would spill for him, he became giddy at the thought.

“Get off of me-! Woah woah woah- hey stop!” Yelping, she still attempted to fight off the peggies that held her arms, she shied away when he advanced toward her, tattoo gun in his hands. He had tried this before, she knew what he was doing.

“No one here to help you now, Wrath. Don’t try and fight, your atonement will hurt much less if you cooperate.” He was too calm for this situation, a practiced art he had been through hundreds of times. It was a skill, making people spill their most intimate secrets, a skill he had perfected.

The Deputy was a fighter, through and through, though John could understand Jacobs words. She was weak without her companions, without pastor Jerome stealing her from her atonement, or Nick Rye strafing his armed convoy, she was nothing now - and it was almost endearing to him.

With her hands bound, she resorted to spitting that same venom that she held in her words, marking his perfect face with her saliva. He grimaced, wiping it off his cheek before it trailed down to his beard, pretty blue eyes flashing with that same bloodlust that dictated his every waking moment.

It was shocking to even the peggies that held her when he grabbed her by her throat, pinning her to the ground and straddling her hips. His hands shook with anger - the same wrath that he deemed consumed her now making an appearance in himself. Two sides of the same coin, two heads of a snake.

Her head ached now, body feeling as though it was echoing. A second blow to the back of her head that surely would’ve knocked her out if the pain of his tattoo gun wasn’t keeping her grounded. She didn’t know how fast he had ripped her shirt, or how long it would take for him to carve her skin, but she was reduced to pained whines and pleas for him to stop.

And he relished in the noises she made. The blood that covered his hands and trickled down her chest wasn’t an unusual sight for the herald - but her being the one under him made it all the more exciting. His Deputy, his wrath, his perfect rival. The peggies that stood above him now didn’t matter, and what are they to him anyways? Expendable followers he could use, the Deputy was everything.

“Yes yes, c’mon, keep pleading…” How could he help it? Her eyes half lidded as she looked up at him, hands no longer bound by the peggies now loosely grabbing the wrist that held the tattoo gun in an attempt to stop him. She looked so pathetic under him, so why shouldn’t he grind himself against her when his pants were so uncomfortably tight?

Her words didn’t quite reach his ears, not as he waved his followers out - who hurriedly scrambled in embarrassment. The old church was silent, save for her soft sobs and his intense breathing. His hand still placed over her neck made her choke on her words, which only fueled his desire. He could crush her windpipe, her life rested in his hands, and maybe he would’ve if the nagging reminder that she was the only way he was getting into New Eden wasn’t playing in the back of his head.

His ticket, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun with her.

He removed his hand from her neck as he finished carving into her pretty skin. WRATH, her own personal scarlet letters. He hummed, looking down at her with lustful eyes, fluttering between hers and the blood that pooled on her chest and trickled down her body to the wooden floor below.

She hated the feeling that bubbled in her chest as the pain subsided, now only a dull ache danced with the look he gave her, how he rubbed the tent made in his pants against her. No doubt, a mark had been left on her neck - his handprint, a reminder. The world felt silent at this moment, when she should've pushed him off.

Selfishness. Prioritizing that small ache he gave her over what she should be doing. Finding anything to act as a weapon against him.

But she didn’t, not as his head lowered and she was greeted with his perfectly slicked back hair, shaking hands reaching to play with a strand. A soft grumble came from his throat, tongue lapping at the blood that trickled down the valley of her chest, tasting what he had drawn out of her.

“What are you doing-?” Her voice was soft, he barely heard it over the ringing in his ears. Too long had he been subjected to resorting to his hand when he thought about her, or messing up his silk pillowcases with his pretty ropes when she teased him over the radio. He had her under him, he wasn’t going to let her go now.

“Shh.” His voice was more scolding then he meant it to be, his tongue traveling from the blood he lapped at down to her budding nipple. He wasn’t gentle, and why should he be? After everything she had messed up for him, he felt it justified to bite down on her pretty flesh, pulling at the bud as much as he wanted.

He relished in the pretty, pained moans that fell from her lips, how her back arched into it. Two sides of the same coin, both reveling in whatever pain was brought to them.

The Deputy’s head tilted back, allowing him a chance to latch onto her neck as a vampire would, smearing the blood on his lips all over her pretty skin. He bit, marking her with his teeth over the forming bruises from his handprint. His hands, decorated in the crimson from his hold on the tattoo gun traveled down her body, painting her in her own red.

He slipped his hand below the rough fabric of her jeans, being met with a contrast, soft and delicate and slightly damp. A soft grumble left his lips at the feeling; which were still pressed against her pretty neck. He felt the way her breath hitched as he ran digits over her most delicate areas. Being so close to her neck, he felt how her muscles tightened and how her breath hitched in her throat.

Lifting her hips to meet his tattooed fingers, a small admission of need. She bit her bottom lip to suppress the noises that tempted to fall from her lips - not wanting to give him the satisfaction. They were still enemies, still rivals, at least to her.

John on the other hand seemed to be on cloud nine, relishing in how she moved against his hand, grinding herself through the fabric of her underwear. He bit down once more, slipping her out of her jeans and grabbing her hips, sitting up and pressing his pelvis against hers.

“John- John cmon…” Head thrown back, panting as she grabbed at the blue silk of his top. He tilted his head down at her, a sadistic smirk playing on his features.

He always took what he wanted, no matter who it was, and the Deputy was no exception to this. To him, it was God's Grace that placed them both here, that gave him the opportunity to rut his hips against hers.

The bulge in his covered jeans met her underwear, fucking himself against her covered cunt. He leaned down overtop of her, panting against her ear. Hot breath on her neck, the sounds of his soft moans mixing with his heavy breaths, and of course his restricted cock grazing just over her clit every couple of thrusts, it was enough to make any girl's eyes roll back.

He stopped, only for a moment, but long enough for her to let out a needy whine, lifting her head to see what he was doing. Tattooed fingers worked the EG belt off, letting his pants pool at his ankles. He wasted no time once they were off, underwear meeting underwear as the outline of his dick was much more pronounced.

“Fuck fuck, put your head back. Fucking-… good girl.” He groaned out, one hand leaving her hips and grabbing at her pretty hair, pulling her head back against the cold wooden floor of the church. She ached, head pounding and echoing from the injuries earlier - but the feeling of him fucking himself against her needy cunt kept her grounded.

In this moment, she needed him, needed this feeling to not pass out.

He tilted his own head back, sweat casting a slick sheen over his skin. A hand dipped against the drying blood on her chest, gathering what he could over his fingertips before bringing them to his lips, sucking on the bloodied digits. He groaned around his fingers, muffling the moans that threatened to fall.

The head of his cock strained against the blue fabric of his boxers, hips thrusting sloppily against her as his hand tightened on her hips, leaving pretty marks in his wake. One thrust, another thrust, and finally another before white pooled at the head, spurting out of the tiny holes in his underwear.

Panting, he finally moved his fingers out of his mouth, cleaned off the blood and tilted his head down at her almost mockingly; he got to finish, the cum that leaked from his underwear dripping down onto hers, and she didn’t get to. He relished in that, that power he had over her.

“H-hey! Not fair!”

“Oh, Deputy. Come here, maybe I’ll let you get off.”

He grinned as he stood up, fixing himself before moving back onto one of the pews, watching her scramble over to him. He had her eating out of the palm of his hand as she kneeled in front of him. Her head pounded harder, eyes a little woozy.

“Poor baby, rest your head, sweetheart.” He teased, a sadistic grin on his face as she nodded and rested against his thigh, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of hers. He couldn’t help himself, not if she looked so pretty right there in his grasp.

He tangled his fingers in her hair, watching her confused expression as he moved the blue fabric off of his legs, dick springing up as it was freed from the confinement of his underwear. Guiding her head over it, watching her part her pretty lips to suck on his leaking tip.

Milking his cock, swallowing the spurts of salty seed that spilled onto her tongue. She drained him for all he’s worth, looking up at him as he ran his fingers through her hair. He was soft and gentle in this moment, noises falling from his lips that told her how good she was doing. She shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be sucking off John Seed of all people.

He grinned as he watched her, once he was satisfied with the way she suckled on him, he grabbed her chin and pulled her off of him. Guiding her up to her feet, he let her loom over him. She wasn’t intimidating like this, he didn’t know if it was because he had just fucked her over their clothes or because she was relying on him for an orgasm, but she seemed almost adorable.

His lips found her neck once more as she leaned against him, nuzzling her head into his shoulder. He forced her to stand, to spread her legs to allow his fingers to feel the now wet fabric of her panties. He hummed in satisfaction, moving them aside and tracing a finger over her slick folds.

A soft gasp left her lips, grabbing onto his shoulder and attempting to move back to look him in the eye. He grumbled, forcing her in that same position as he bit down on her neck, pushing a finger inside of her at the same time. He loved the moans that fell from her lips as he pumped a digit deeper inside of her.

Another finger stretched her out, deep enough to hit those nerves that made her legs tremble. She whined, shaking against him and propping herself up as he continued to pump in and out of her. He pulled away from her neck for only a moment, watching the way she buried her face against him and laughing softly.

He added one more finger before her legs fully began to tremble, grabbing onto his shoulder. Pumping more, fully reaching those nerves, which caused her to spasm around him, her orgasm flooding around his fingers. She rocked against him once or twice, chasing her high.

“Look at you, Deputy, needing me. Did I make you feel good? Use your words.”

#far cry 5 #john seed x deputy #john seed x female deputy #smut #john seed #</3 #fc5

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pleasingsatellite · 2 years

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Could you do a insta blurb with Lana del Rey maybe he’s a big fan of her and everyone knows and they finally meet

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yourinstagram working on new music 🤭

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y/nfan1 FINALLY

y/nfan2 I already know it’s going to be amazing queen

harrystyles can’t wait to listen.

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harryfan1 how did I know I’d find harry in her comments?

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hsdaily “I’ve been super into her music recently, it’s all I’ve really been listening to. It feels like there’s just a song for any mood I’m in.” -Harry on singer y/n

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harryfan1 “super into her music” more like super into her 🤭

harryfan2 my two favs

harryfan3 now collab!!!!

harryfan4 someone has a crush

↳harryfan5 ya’ll are weird he isn’t into her

↳harryfan4 whatever you have to tell yourself

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yourinstagram @harrystyles I really like your music too 🫶🏻

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y/nfan1 omg I can’t

harryfan2 not them flirting thru instagram posts

y/nfan2 y’all gonna kiss now or….?

harrystyles thanks love.

↳y/nfan3 not this man calling her love omg

y/nfan4 date so we can get two love albums

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y/nupdates y/n was spotted at Harry’s last two NYC shows!

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y/nfan1 HUH

y/nfan2 two shows? oh she’s down bad

harryfan1 no wonder harry’s been so smiley on stage

y/nfan3 I met her at his show! she sang to all the songs and harry waved at her 🥺

harryfan2 boyfriendrry is returning

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harryupdates Harry out to lunch with y/n today in NYC!

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harryfan1 they’re so cute

harryfan2 I know harry’s kicking his feet and giggling inside

harryfan3 him manifesting this by talking about her so much is so cute

harryfan4 do you guys think she came all the way to NYC just for harry?

↳harryfan5 probably I know I would 🤭

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y/nupdates y/n with fans today in NYC!

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y/nfan1 she’s glowing

y/nfan2 I’m just so happy for her

y/nfan3 I’m so glad she found someone who makes her happy 🥺

y/nfan4 my mother!!!!!

y/nfan5 I’m obsessed with her!

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I’m back! I’m feeling so much better and I’m working on the venice post now and it should be ready for tomorrow! I’ve been feeling super uninspired recently and was feeling like all my post were starting to just be repetitive so I needed a small break 🫶🏻 Also can we talk about the MP trailer??? I’m so excited!!!

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autisticempathydaemon · 9 months

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If you're still doing the matchups 👁

Rn I'm fixated on Twist the knife by that handsome devil but I obsess over a new song every week

My enneagram type is 4 (apparently) and I'm an infp

I love video essays. Basically anything Kennie JD makes is delectable

My childhood imaginary friend was literally just pinkie pie and rainbow dash I'm not kidding

Go to way to fall asleep is either warm milk with honey and lavender or nothing at all. I pass out when the universe allows me to

I would like my legal name to be either Sojourner (Journey)or Cupid.

Favorite video is either Caelum's sleep aid, Guy's reverse comfort sick audio, or the one where Ollie got his listener to eat after hearing they didn't eat lunch

Vega does nothing for me I don't get it 💔💔

I know every mlp episode up to season 5 by heart

Out of all the guys, I'd say I'm platonically attracted to either Cam or Brachium

Go to rambling topic for me is mythology but nine times outta ten it's gonna be Greek mythology and how much modern interpretations of Hades and Persephone PISS ME OFF/LH

Go to gas station snack is green tea Arizona (or pink lemonade) with Pringles

My favorite playlist rn is my lovecore playlist. It's very important to me

Idk it's not really a guilty pleasure but I like playing pastel girl it's cute and simple💕

Extra shit: my favorite color is pink, I'm an Aquarius, favorite animals are cats and bunnies, I love sweets and spicy food and I currently need more room on my bed for more plushies

Type Fours and INFPs are defined as thoughtful, sensitive, creative masterminds with whole worlds inside their heads. That makes you a great match with our one and only dreamwalking boy, Elliott.

Like, literally, you two could share the creative worlds in your heads; that’s what y’all as a pair is so cool. He’d love crafting pink, fluffy places for you, always striving to make them more realistic and fun and innovative. I know you’re also an artist, so Elliott could bring your drawings to life in dreams. Who needs references or models when you have a top notch dreamwalker as a boyfriend?

Overall, your relationship would be just so cute. Elliott’s friends to lovers shaped, so I can imagine him having absorbed your MLP knowledge, if he hasn’t seen it, through pure osmosis. He always has little pops of bright, “girlier” colors: tie dye shirts you bought him, pink hair ties on his wrist, a pink beanie he stole from you and never gave back. You go out to eat together, and you laugh when he’s a spicy food wimp because he never managed to build a tolerance.

Song:

Now, baby, I believe this is real/ So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever look back/ We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach/ Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets/ I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece/ I'm complete

This isn’t That Handsome Devil, it’s nowhere close, but I will not apologize, okay. Your submission is giving cute, it’s giving girly pop, it’s giving bubblegum. I go where the words lead me, and they are leading me to the cheesy Katy Perry classic bop about dreams and falling in love that Elliott, without a doubt, as a creature of taste, knows all the words to.

Runner-Ups:

Okay, so Sam is a runner-up because it’s basically canon he wears the same, cowboy shit all the time, and I think your colors and style would be a cute contrast to his. Regulus is a runner-up, my favorite one, because you could spin him as the Hades to your Persephone any which way, and I WILL.

note: rant to me anytime about Hades and Persephone I love Greek mythology shit tell me how you feel about Hadestown

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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justmossyall · 2 months

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about me <3

hi! the name’s sunny. she/her, a minor, INFJ, aggressively neurodivergent

a bit about me: i’m a christian, an author, an artist and an actor. i’m a huge dork and love infodumping about my favorite things, so my asks are always open if you want me to rant to you 😭

the general stuff: no nsfw, don’t be weird, just remember that i am legally (and honestly mentally) a child before you say anything weird or are mean to me lol. also i have pretty bad anxiety and emetophobia, idk why that would ever come up but I figured I would mention it??? just…………….don’t stress me out or mention vomit ig????? bro idek anyways

side blogs because i have an obsession:

this is my main, a lot of reblogs about the things i like

my horrendous thoughts @justmossyaps

art blog @justartyall

writing blog @justmosswrites

photography blog @raindropsonmushroomcaps

ask game! drama ask game! can you tell i like ask games! here’s a fourth one!

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shows i like: gravity falls, arcane, bluey, bee and puppycat, amazing digital circus, toh, wandavision (not a marvel fan in general but i love that show), dance moms (don’t judge im a sucker for reality tv), and way too many kids shows. what can i say my mental age is like 4 (@person4924 and @sweetronancer know octonauts is where it’s at 😭)

movies i like: first of all i am a huge ghibli fan 😭 anyways the tinker bell movies, ratatouille, wall-e, the muppet movies, spiderman: into/across the spiderverse, brave, random 90s movies that I watch with my parents

books i like: psych im not listing all those, there’s way too many 😭 (kotlc and the scythe series are my favs though)

games i like: undertale/deltarune/undertale yellow (y’all should know by now how obsessed i am with that franchise), stardew valley, animal crossing, zelda botw (i have not played totk yet :( im hoping to soon though!), ddlc

special interests: psychology (especially neurodivergencies, specifically autism and tic disorders), writing, undertale/deltarune/uty, gravity falls, arcane, tadc, bee and puppycat, some oddly specific medical stuff (mostly things like autoimmune disorders and the like, i just hate gore and tbh the cardiovascular system in general), kotlc, bluey, coding, embroidery, linguistics/etymology for some reason???

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i do a lot of writing, my first novel is actually fully drafted and i’m hoping to have it edited within the next 2 years so i can publish :) other than that main one + my other main-ish novel i have about ten million wips 😭

as mentioned above i am also an artist, i mostly just draw though i also embroider and dabble in clay and watercolor. my art blog is linked above so you can go check that out :) i also do photography! it’s not a very serious hobby but i enjoy it, photography acc is also linked above

i’m also an actor (yes i like to suffer creatively in many ways) so naturally i’m quite dramatic. i frequent the 😭 emoji and often use all caps. i love to sing though and i love music so if you have any cool songs you think i would like feel free to send them to me. OBSESSED with the oh hellos

speaking of which, my spotify is @/-sunflowerskies- if you want to search me up. here are a few of my fav playlists ~ ~ ~

also as mentioned above, i am a christian! if you ever want me to pray for you or are curious about the faith, my asks and dms are always open :)

i have a huuuuge sweet tooth. it’s so bad but I love candy so much

idk what else to put here???? i am, as the kids say, neurospicy so im sure none of my posts are coherent lol. also im having a lot of health issues recently with a lot of brain fog and fatigue affecting my overall functioning, so apologies if the posts are even less coherent than normal lmaooo

honestly send me asks whenever you want, i am incredibly bored all of the time and love making new friends <3 literally rant to me about anything idrc but i apologize if i don’t answer for a while lol, i go through on and off phases of being on this site

i guess that’s about it?? love you guys have a wonderful day!! <3

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pandajaye · 7 months

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I Wanna Be With You ~ (Chapter 1)

Characters: Bang Chan x OC!Naomi

Fandom: Stray Kids/Skz

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: Hello, I write a lot but this will be my first time writing a fictional version of a real person so sorry if I mess up, I love Channie and I love the thoughts I have about Channie and want to express them through writing him with a new original (black!!!! 💅🏾) character of mine (more to come soon), I hope this is up to some of y’all’s standards and that y’all like it, enjoy!

No matter what anyone tells you, always remember to follow your heart. It may lead you to wonderful places and new experiences. Exactly like how it led Naomi to finding the love of her life. Naomi wasn’t sure what she wanted to do when it was time for her to enter the real world. So many of her peers realized things about themselves and had future plans that seemed so impressive and successful that they made her feel like she’d be stuck in the same place forever. Eventually, she had had enough of being confused about the future and needed to figure something out.

They say that a job is not the same as a career. That you can work a job, but you want your career to be something you’re passionate about. For Naomi, that was entertainment. She absolutely loved the entertainment industry ever since she was a little girl and would swoon over Aladdin’s smile or dance along with Beyoncé on YouTube or picture herself winning her own Oscar for being cast in a big movie. She understood that a big part of the entertainment industry was the behind-the-scenes work. Like the people that helped in the dressing rooms, fixing up the entertainers to look their best. As she got older, she fell in love with makeup. From daily looks to Halloween spooks, she was obsessed with it. A lightbulb appeared over her head when she came up with a wonderful idea. Naomi would learn to work in the entertainment industry as a makeup artist!

Naomi worked hard to learn all she could about makeup and skin and how colors worked for different tones and shades. She enrolled in cosmetology college and esthetician training classes and always worked hard to be successful, some of that success coming from showing off her creativity and style. Things started out small but over time she got more and more hirings for more than just parties and proms and weddings. She was getting hired for fashion shows and television and small movies. However, even with her success, she still wanted a little more from life itself. At the age of 23, she packed up her bags, hugged her family and everything she knew goodbye, and traveled to a place on the other side of the planet. Depending on which way you go, of course.

Another one of Naomi’s loves was music. The way certain voices would hug her mind be it happy songs or emotional songs or songs meant to make you feel like you could defeat a final boss, she loved music. During her early college days, Naomi found a new genre of music that she’d never heard of before called K-Pop. Korean Pop wasn’t popular where she was from but some of her new peers seemed to know a lot about it. Listening to K-pop is actually where a lot of her new school friends came from. Out of all the groups she listened to, the band to win her heart was Stray Kids. A group of eight incredible, talented, and super handsome men that sang and danced their way into her heart. The way their beautiful and unique music and voices took control of her emotions and turned her bad days into the best days was a special kind of happiness.

Happiness. That's exactly how she felt when she looked into his eyes. Among the eight members of the group, there was the oldest, the leader, Bang Chan. Bang Chan spent years on screen, becoming a trainee at the JYPE company when he was thirteen years old. He spent seven years waiting to find his group and those seven years could definitely be described as worth it. Sure, the group had their own trials and tribulations to overcome, but they continued, and continue, to rise through the ranks and make their place in halls of fame. Growing each year, becoming close like brothers. They're a family that represents fate. Award after award, sparkling performance after sparkling performance, Stray Kids shake the music industry and make their place everywhere all around the world.

Bang Chan is also one of the groups producers, his talents are more than what he does on stage or at dance practice. He spends all night putting beats together and working his magic, which he also does with Changbin and Han, who make up rap group 3Racha when all three of them join creative forces. "I can't stay awake anymore, Channie-hyung... I think Jisung is already asleep," Changbin yawned, sitting up on the couch to stretch. "I'm going to call a car to come get us. I think we have makeup trials in the morning for the next awards performance. I don't want to fall asleep with an eyeshadow brush on my face." While Chan could hear him talk, Han... not so much, his mind was only focused on the words of this new song. Or at least on the new beat anyway.

It was going to be a new love song, something to follow up Case 143 and Winter Falls. It would be a soft melody, something you could fall asleep to because it would ease your heart so you can focus on the person you love. "Chan-hyung? Hellooo?" Changbin's voice was actually able to capture Chan's attention this time. "Huh? What is it?" Chan turned to look at the great Dwaekki man who shook his head and sighed. "Let's go. I want my bed. You, too, Quokka." Changbin pushed on Han's leg with enough force to wake him up but not enough to hurt him. Han whined and Changbin grumbled as Chan looked up at his desktop and began signing out of everything for the night.

By the time they got downstairs, the car was sitting right outside of the door. They let Han climb in first so he could get to the backseat and sleep some more on the way to the dorms. Chan, as always, let Changbin climb in second and then climbed in himself to make sure he was the last one inside. The other two members took naps in the car, but Chan forced himself to stay awake until they got home. There was pretty much silence other than some yawns and 'Goodnight's exchanged as they all turned in for the night. As Chan fell asleep, his mind continued to play the lovely melody they had conjured up while working in the studio. He felt the ends of his mouth twitch into a smile as he thought about how his fans would feel about this new love song. He hoped they'd feel dreamy.

The next morning, alarms woke the boys from their sleep. It was time to get up and get ready for makeup trials. Even the cold water while brushing his teeth and eating an energizing breakfast couldn't wipe the sleep from Bang Chan's mind. He was still so tired from last night; he couldn't even remember what time he went to bed. In the car, he let his eyes do a few long blinks until they got back to the JYPE building. He could've sworn he was sitting on a couch the last time his eyes closed but all of a sudden, he's now waking up in a makeup chair in front of a vanity mirror. "Naomi, Bang Chan is over here in chair four. You might want to hurry before he goes back to sleep."

Chan turned to look up at the kind voice talking about him. It was Sun Yoo, one of their veteran makeup artists. "Eh, I'm not sleeping. I don't know what you're talking about," Channie mumbled, sitting up in his chair and yawning. "Suuure. I believe you." Yoo smiled, chuckling to herself while blending out Felix's smokey eye. "I'm here, I'm here!" Another kind voice announced herself. Chan watched a new person set up her makeup supplies. She had brown to blonde ombre curly hair, kinky even, which was something he'd heard on the internet. Her skin was sparkly and deep brown like a luxurious espresso color. It was smooth and beautiful and looked so soft. "Annyeonghaseyo, Mr. Bahng. My name is Naomi. I will be your makeup artist for the day. It's nice to meet you."

Naomi quickly did a slight bow but to Chan it lasted forever. The light from the vanity shown behind her and flowed through her curls as they bounced coming back up. Her nose was beautiful and broad though the very tip came up just a little. It made her the perfect compass and could point to north better than any arrow. Her cheeks were soft with the slight tell of cheekbones and a jaw that was there just enough to prove it existed. The only makeup she had on was lip gloss and some mascara as far as Chan could tell. Her eyes were a brown that could make even the coldest heart feel warm like a big hug in a wool blanket. They made him feel safe and protected, which made him want to protect her.

"Mr. Bahng? Hello? Uh... Bang Chan?" Naomi's head was tilted with her face in a confused pout when Chan snapped out of his gaze. "Hm? Yes, yes, that's me. I'm Bang Chan. It's nice to meet you, Naomi. I trust that if anyone can make me beautiful, it's you." Chan smiled ever so welcomingly at his new makeup artist. Naomi couldn't help but smile back at his immediate charm. "Yes, sir. I'll do my best. But between you and I, I think you look beautiful just like this. Such a handsome man." Naomi had this smile she'd do where her two front teeth would show like a cute little bunny. Kind of similar to Felix. That smile of hers, those soft, full lips that had the prettiest two-tone coloring. He shouldn't be having these thoughts about this random but perfect woman he just met but he couldn't help it. She was mesmerizing.

Once the makeup trials ended and the artists and beauticians parted ways, the other members decided to order food to pick up on the way back to the dorms. There was an intense game of rock paper scissors to decide which car would be picking up the food that day, Chan's car lost and was chosen as the delivery chariot. Together, he and Hwang Hyunjin, another amazingly charming member of the group and co-writer of the song Red Lights, entered the restaurant together since it was a big order for one person to carry.

While they waited for the food, they engaged in small talk about how the makeup trials went. Hyunjin expressed how he whined and begged for glitter shadow and surprisingly won. Chan was proud of his musical son for fighting for what he wanted. While Hyunjin continued to talk about his experience, Chan saw gold with his peripherals. He turned to see... Naomi? What were the chances that she picked the exact same restaurant as them? She was sitting at a table with Sun Yoo and some other women that worked at the company. It kind of made Chan feel buttery to know that Naomi wasn't lonely.

If only he knew he was staring at her before she turned and looked him in the eyes. He jumped and quickly looked away, his nose and cheeks and ears becoming an adorable shade of pink. He glanced back at Naomi to see her smile at him before going back to talking to her friends. "Order for Mr. Bahng," the cashier called out. Hyunjin stepped up to the counter to grab the first bags of the group's food and then Chan after him. As they headed towards the door, something told Chan to take one more look back. It was too strong of an urge to ignore, so he did. He turned around and looked at Naomi who looked up at him when she caught notice. He readjusted the food to lean against him so he could have a free hand to wave at her. The rush he got when she, and the other women at the table, waved back was so energizing. He'd been more awake now than he had been all day. He turned back around and grabbed the food with his free hand and headed on out to the car. He really hoped to see Naomi again. Naomi, the human sunflower.

#bang chan #straykids #skz #changbin #seo changbin #han #han jisung #lee know #hwang hyunjin #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #felix

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