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infernalodie · 2 years

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Celebrity Masterlist

$ = Smut * = Fluff ! = Angst

Tate McRae

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Zendaya Coleman

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Doja Cat (Amala)

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Billie Eilish

(* $) Kiss U Right Now - Billie Eilish x Black!Male!reader

(!) TRAUMA - Billie Eilish x Black!Male!reader

($) Cherry Hill - Billie Eilish x Black!Fem!reader

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(! *) Fine Line - Billie Eilish x gn!reader

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Sadie Sink

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Freya Allan

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Sydney Sweeney

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Madelyn Cline

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($) Seduce - Madelyn Cline x Fem!reader

Anya Taylor-Joy

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Dua Lipa

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Austin Butler

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Conan Gray

($ *) Sweat - Conan Gray x Black!Male!reader

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Winona Ryder

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Natalia Dyer

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Sophia Lillis

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Timothée Chalamet

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Jenna Ortega

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Milly Alcock

(! *) Blessed - Milly Alcock x Black!Male!reader

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aronelydancer · 29 days

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and you can take my body every night - conan <3

minors dni. 18+ interaction only. rated explicit. 1.7k words - smut drabble

sub bottom conan x gender neutral master dom reader (no y/n)

dom/sub, fingering, fuck machine

Laying back, Conan is a hell of a sight. His hair cascades over satin pillows in effortless and endless curls. His lips are parted slightly as he breathes through his mouth, his skin lacks any sweat because you haven’t really started yet, but his gasps are shallow and fast like a prey rabbit.

You’re the coyote.

He’s naked, which is lovely. You gaze over at him almost clinically, like skimming over a document. You note his blush-soaked chest that radiates down from his cheeks and neck, his sharp jaw you want to bite and have bitten before, even down to his hands and feet so perfect and resting neatly on the bed. He’s staying still but there’s a slight tremble of tension. He’s waiting for you.

And he wants it desperately.

“My angel…” You say into the room, breaking the spell that’s been cast over both of you.

His eyes had been shut, but warm brown snaps open and he looks at you so wanting.

“What are we going to do with you…?” You continue, musing and gently trailing a finger over his bent knee.

“Uh,” Conan blinks, eyeing the glaring machine at the end of the bed. “Fuck me?”

You tilt your head, appearing confused by this.

“Come up here.” You command, gesturing him up. He sits up and hugs his knees, looking at you with genuine confusion of his own.

Slipping your fingers underneath his spiked collar, you tug hard. His head gives a little whiplash and afterwards he looks off-kilter and a bit dizzy. All of the blood in his head is likely rushing to his dick now, so you crack a smile and drop him back on the bed.

He lies uselessly, just a toy to play with.

“You’re so pathetic, angel,” you purr. “All you do is lie back and get touched, aren’t you embarrassed? A grown man dumbed down to a pillow princess. You can’t even jerk yourself off for me? Finger yourself? Put on a show? No, you wanna lie there like a blow up doll and get your greedy hole filled.”

Dilated pupils meet your hungry gaze. He’s panting now, sweat lining his brow as the first sign he’s breaking. And he’ll shatter soon enough.

“I can finger myself.” Conan says breathlessly, eager to please.

“Can you? Or are you too braindead from lying on your back staring at me?”

“Please, Master, I can be good for you.” He begs, sitting up again and almost falling over at first.

“Get the lube and turn around. Show me.”

You try to come across as bored, but you’re really quite intrigued. Usually you’re the one opening him up, watching him fall apart with your fingers inside, feeling his pulsing walls. You love feeling that close to him, being inside of him. Admiring a show is an easy second, though.

Because Conan knows how to make himself look good, knows how to make himself deeply desirable. So he takes the lube from the nightstand like it’s nothing and gets on his hands and knees. Then he arches his back like a fucking marble statue, hand carved with the passion of a mad sculptor, and shows you his pretty ass.

God, you wanna spank him so bad.

“Good fucking boy.” You growl, and you can’t help it so you reach out and squeeze one of his cheeks. He makes a pleased yet surprised sound, arching further.

Pulling your hand away, you cross your arms over his chest and wait. He casts a lidded glance over his shoulder to make sure he has your attention, he always does, and then he lathers up his fingers.

“Want you inside me, Master, miss your fingers.” Conan says sweetly, using the pad of his middle finger to feel over his hole. He slicks it up and makes little circles. You watch his whole body twitch with the contact.

He’s pretty. He’s real damn pretty.

When he pushes in you hum in content. He moans lightly at the intrusion, easing his finger in and out, slowly starting to pump it until he’s opening himself up for you. His neck must cramp, because he drops his head and pants into the pillows, likely drooling as well as his finger moves. And it’s just one finger, but he’s making sounds like music in the room and watching the digit disappear into his hole is perfection.

“So good, angel, keep going,” you urge. Every once in a while you reach out pet over his back, ass, or gently touch his thigh. You’re just reminding him you’re there, because sometimes when he gets lost in stuff like this he’s unaware of his surroundings. Your touch grounds him, and you value that. “Add another finger, hon, nice and slow.”

Conan breathes sharply as a second finger slips in. He works himself open more, breathing and drooling and keening high in his throat. The moans are turning into something truly pathetic, so you keep your warm palm against his thigh and coo about how good he is until he’s three fingers deep and completely gone, moaning loudly and drooling onto the pillows and you can just barely see a couple tear tracks down his face.

“Greedy boy, you wanna get fucked?” You ask.

He doesn’t respond, keeps moaning and thrusting his three fingers in hard and fast.

“Cone, sweetheart, don’t get carried away. You know what happens when you cum before I want you to. Do you want a punishment?”

Conan whines and pulls his fingers out, collapsing onto the bed in a heap. You chuckle, still petting over whatever skin of his you can reach.

“Hi angel.” You whisper.

He grunts, you pet.

“Hurts, Master.” Conan whimpers, turning shakily onto his back again and looking up at you with his teary eyes.

“What hurts, angel?” You reach forward further and cup his jaw, wiping a mix of drool and tears from his cheek gently.

“Hard and empty.” He mutters, sounding embarrassed by how he can’t articulate himself more elegantly. Sometimes when he realizes he’s in subspace he gets shy by how needy he is, an insecurity with vulnerability he can’t ever fully shake.

“Oh, hon, I’ll fix it. Lie back and let me set up the machine. You’re good, just relax.”

He doesn’t move, stays pouting at you.

“What is it?” You try again.

Then you realize what he wants, so you smile villainously and lean in to kiss him, softly and feather-light even when he tries to devour you in return. You pull away so he chases, peck with gentleness as he bites, keep him at arm’s length and always wanting more. With one more firm press of lips together, you disengage and direct all of your attention to the fuck machine.

It’s a pretty nice and standard machine. A few switches and buttons for various settings and speeds. You dart your eyes up to watch Conan scoot close to the dildo at the end of the thrust rod, and smile darkly.

“You wanna get on yourself?” You ask, tone dangerous.

He flushes dark red, staring at you in shock from the blunt and crassness. But he does it, situates the tip of the dildo at his entrance and sliding a couple inches down, sighing as he takes in the toy. It sounds like sweet relief for him.

“Nice and full, angel.” You mumble, more to yourself than him. He hears it, though, and gives a gentle moan that tells you he likes it.

The power button is pressed and a single light turns on. You set it to the lowest speed and get it moving, and Conan’s spine curves beautifully as he’s penetrated. The dildo goes deep inside of him nice and slow, then pulls out at the same pace. He’s breathing with the way the toy enters and leaves him, mind and body completely wired around his pleasure.

“So good… Just take it…” You continue, raising the speed slightly.

“Master- fuck, Jesus.” He gets out around his whimpers and grunts.

“One of those was correct.” You tease, and he laughs which makes your chest warm. You raise the speed again and he stops laughing.

The toy fucks him steadily, and you increase the speed bit by bit every time he starts to calm down until it’s pounding into him and he’s shaking. It’s not even moans anymore, it’s a constant low note held out by his diaphragm you want to record like a demo. He’s so pretty to look at, prettier to hear, neverending beauty that you want to capture somehow.

If he was a butterfly you would pin him. If he was a love note you would stick him on the fridge.

“Angel boy.” You purr, louder so he can hear you over his pleasure and the machine’s wheel turning.

“Mm, mm, Master-”

“Do you wanna cum, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes please. Close. Very close.”

His eyes are squeezed tightly shut, his whole body is tense and trembling. You admire how his stomach flexes and twitches with restraint. Against his abdomen his cock uselessly pulses out precum and yearns to be brought to climax. But it seems a bit more fun just to keep your hands off and turn the speed up.

“Just like that, hon, go ahead.” You mutter it, eyes locked to his face as you raise the speed one more time and his expression contorts in a wicked orgasm. It looks like something inside him bursts, so you slow the machine down to fuck into him slower as he comes down.

And you watch him breathe.

And you turn it down more.

And it stops.

“Conan?” You ask after he catches his breath and blinks sleepy eyes open.

“M’good. Fucked up but good.” He sounds kind of drunk, but he’s trying to sit up which is a good sign.

“We could take a bath together to clean up? That was a lot.”

“Carry me.” Conan commands.

You laugh openly, switching the machine off completely and moving over to the side of the bed to pull him into a shaky standing hug. He’s all sticky and sweaty but you don’t mind.

“No, but you can lean on me if you want.” You say fondly.

“Mmkay.” Conan leans heavy on your shoulder, curls soft against your bare neck.

Walking to the bathroom you’re quiet, contentment coming from Conan in waves, satisfaction deep in your guts.

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stupditysholy · 1 month

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here’s this

#steddie #fanfiction #found heaven #fh #conan gray #joe keery #joseph quinn #steve harrington #eddie munson #bert & ernie

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elliesbelle · 1 month

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the heartbreak trilogy

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synopsis: if only your childhood best friend, ellie williams, knew how much you liked her. seeing her fall for a new girl made it clear that you had to go. the consequences leave you eviscerated.

pairing: modern au ellie x reader

word count (work in progress): 15.7k

minors don’t interact

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chapter 1

synopsis: if only your childhood best friend, ellie williams, knew how much you love like her. but her new girlfriend, heather, has got her mesmerized. and it leaves you brokenhearted.

content warnings: cursing, angst, unrequited love, no comfort

based on the conan gray song "heather"

chapter 2

synopsis: you completely cut ellie out of your life, and it has been months since you decided you had to go. but it's not over for ellie, and it all hits you in her car.

content warnings: cursing, angst, unresolved feelings, cheating, reader has a vagina, SMUT, dom!ellie, sub!reader (dom!reader for two seconds), cunnilingus, fingering, slight spit kink (sorry lol), strap eating (kind of), strap-on use, slight hair pulling, breeding kink, no comfort

based on the lizzy mcalpine song "ceilings"

featuring a duet of "ceilings" by lizzy mcalpine and ellie williams

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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months

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Really, every song is about The Ship if you try hard enough...

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spencerreidswhore187 · 11 months

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Checkmate (Part Two)

By @spencerreidswhore187 for @sackofpissandshit

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: Spencer finds out that reader is not who he thought they were. (Lots of angst)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Unsub (g!n) Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

TW: Death, seizures, hemlock poisoning, hospitals and a brief mention of suicide.

A/N: Hi! Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged and followed Checkmate (Part one), it means the world to me. Sorry it’s taken a couple of days to upload - I’ve been working so many shifts ugh - anyway, I wrote this on the bus and did not proof read, I hope you enjoy.

You’d always mocked Romeo for being so rash but, as you stood hyperventilating over Spencer’s body, your first instinct was to drink the rest of the poison from the tiny vial in your pocket.

You were in shock. You needed to snap out of it. He’d not ingested enough to kill him instantly; you had a only few minutes to save him.

You collapsed onto your knees and checked Spencer’s pulse - it was weak. But still there. He’s alive, you reminded yourself. Alive. Alive. Alive.

If you were thinking rationally, you’d have left the building. Maybe tip somebody off so that they could find Spencer. If you were thinking rationally, you’d have recalled that Ben would kill you if you saved Spencer’s life. But none of that mattered, not when the only person you cared about was seizing in front of you.

You forced yourself off your feet and attempted to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks. What have I done, you chided yourself.

Running to the bedside table, you grabbed the landline telephone and dialled ‘911’.

The automated voice startled you, “Ambulance, fire or police?”

“Ambulance,” you whispered into the receiver.

Your malicious, manipulative, mastermind facade had dropped. You were hardly recognisable as the person you were moments ago. You didn’t know what you’d do if Spencer, your spence, was not okay.

“Hello?” A deep male voice echoed through the receiver.

“I-Help me. Help please,” you begged frantically.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Um…Y/N Reid.” You couldn’t breathe. You’d placed a pillow under Spencer’s head and you’d pulled him towards your lap. His body wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Okay, Y/N. Listen to my voice and take a deep breathe…that’s it. I need you to calm down and tell me what’s happening,” the first responder asked.

“My…my boyfriend he’s been poisoned. And he’s seizing. Oh my god, please help, he won’t…he won’t stop seizing,” you choked back a sob.

“Can you tell me where you are? Help is on the way.”

“[your address]. I-hurry. Please hurry. He’s an agent. An FBI agent.” It hurt to remind yourself of his job, that he’d lied to you. But that didn’t matter, not now.

You heard a phone dialling in the background.

“Y/N, can you tell me your boyfriend’s name.”

“Spencer Reid. D-Dr Spencer Reid from the Behaviour Analysis Unit in um Quantico.”

“An ambulance is almost with you. Y/N, he’s going to be okay. Is he still seizing?”

You whispered, “no.”

“Can you check his pulse for me?”

You did what he asked, it was painfully slow.

“Do you know what substance he ingested?”

“It was-”

There was a sharp knock at the door followed by heavy footsteps running up the stairs.

You hung up the phone as the paramedics rushed to Spencer’s collapsed form.

Everything was a blur. You were barely aware of what was happening.

You watched their lips move as they shouted questions at you that you barely heard. You watched them start chest compressions on Spencer. You frantically chewed at your nails as they placed him on a stretcher and carried him out of your house.

You remembered when you’d bought it. Spencer had held your hand as you explored the empty rooms. He’d hugged you from behind, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to his favourite spot - where your neck me your shoulder. As both of you examined the rooms he rambled random facts about windows and the wall fixings. You loved it when he rambled. You would stare in awe as he counted off numerous statistics.

You’d eaten Chinese take out on the living room floor after you’d bought it. The furniture hadn’t arrived yet. You stayed up all night talking, kissing among other things. You were both so happy then. You’d thought you had escaped Ben, escaped that lifestyle after years of doing whatever he told you.

That blissful dream ended thirteen months ago.

You followed the two paramedics to the ambulance, about to follow them in when you felt a cold hand on your shoulder that instantly snapped you back to reality.

You turned to face the tall blonde woman behind you. You recognised her from a picture on Spencer’s phone. JJ, you thought her name was. Her children were Spencer’s godsons. Or maybe he’d lied about that too.

Luke Alvez, who Spencer had briefly introduced you to in a coffee shop several weeks ago, placed handcuffs around your wrists as JJ read your rights, “Y/N L/N you are under arrest for the twenty four counts of first degree murder as well as the attempted murder of FBI agent Dr Spencer Reid.”

As the world collapsed around you, you watched the ambulance drive away - sirens flashing through the melancholy city.

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It was Penelope who’d gotten the call. She’d dropped her pink octopus mug when she was told that “Dr Spencer Reid had been poisoned and was on his way to the hospital.”

The rest of the team had been waiting anxiously at the round table. Spencer had insisted on going after you alone, Emily and JJ had protested but Rossi and Tara had agreed with Reid. You were dangerous. Deadly, even. They needed the element of surprise and that was something they’d only achieve if he followed his usual routine and went home to you alone.

It broke Penelope’s heart to see him like that. Spencer had looked exhausted and so broken. She wanted to give him a hug but she observes the way he flinched away anytime someone tried to touch him or offer comfort.

Penelope ran out of her office to the others.

It was Rossi who spoke first, “Garcia what’s wrong?” He asked, observing her dishevelled state as Penelope stood shaking in the doorway, “what happened?”

JJ spoke next, “is Reid okay?”

“I-no. No he’s not.” The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

“Penelope…” said Emily.

“A 911 call just came through from his house. He’s been poisoned, an ambulance is on it’s way. Reid…Spencer,” She inhaled sharply, “is unconscious.”

“Then who made the-”

Luke finally spoke up, “Y/N. It was Y/N.”

“But why would they call for help after trying to kill him?” Asked Tara.

No one spoke for what felt like minutes.

Emily finally answered, “it’s doesn’t matter. We need to get to that house now. Lewis, Rossi, you’re with me. JJ, you go with Alvez.”

“What about me?” Penelope questioned weakly, “I can’t…I can’t just stay here and do nothing, waiting for a call.”

“Go to the hospital, we’ll meet you there as soon as possible.”

Penelope nodded, relieved.

As they left the room, Luke hugged Penelope, “he’ll be okay, Garcia. I promise. They wont get away with this.”

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When he awoke, the first thing he smelt was jello. He loved jello.

“Can I have some of that…please,” Spencer implored.

It was quickly followed by a squeal as Penelope through her arms around him.

“Spencer, you’re okay! Thank god you’re okay. I was so scared. We all were.”

Slowly he began to notice the beeping machines around them and the dull throbbing in the back of his head. He winced.

“Do you want me to get the doctor? I should tell her that you’re awake and-”

Spencer interrupted her rambling, “what happened?”

“You were given a near lethal dose of hemlock.”

Shit. He cursed to himself, remembering something he had read.

“Conium maculatum, colloquially known as hemlock, poison hemlock or wild hemlock, is a highly poisonous biennial herbaceous flowering plant…how did I…”

“Y/N,” Garcia whispered, staring at the hospital room floor.

The memories all came flooding back to him then. The truth of who you really were, the things - the illegal things - you had done. He Spencer recalled all the lies. It hurt more than his body did.

He fought tears. He would not cry over you, Spencer refused.

“Did you find them?”

He was surprised to hear answer “yes.”

“What? But if poisoning me was their escape plan, how did you find them so quickly? How long have I been unconscious?”

None of this made sense.

“Y/N, well, they made the call Spencer. They stayed with you the whole time. JJ and Luke arrested them when they were following you into the ambulance. They’ve been in an interrogation room for three days, Rossi and Tara are with them…you’ve been unconscious for three day.”

Spencer was going to be sick.

Emily, JJ and Alvez rushed into the room.

“You’re alive,” they gushed, “you’re okay!”

Spencer wasn’t listening. He didn’t care.

He stared at Emily who almost immediately understood what he was about to ask.

“No, Reid. Absolutely not.”

“I need to see them. I need you to take me to Y/N.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! Part three will be uploaded in the coming days ◡̈

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daydreamingqueen1 · 6 months

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did I make myself cry because a song reminded me of a fanfic?

no, pfff... of course not...

whatever you do, do not listen to grow by conan gray and think of the end of art heist baby

#marauders #marauder's era #jegulus #jegulus fic #conan gray #fanfiction #fandom #marauders era #rosekiller #wolfstar #james x regulus #art heist baby #ahb

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instantsandwichkingdom · 1 month

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Ok soooo

Overdrive by Conan gray and 15skk

Do u see my vision here, like just them doing dumb stuff like stealing a shopping cart and chuuya pushing Dazai around a target, or sitting on a roof and dancing under the stars, platonically of course(...) however eventually one of them (depends on whose like the main focus/point of view) realizes just how pretty the other looks and how much they wanna kiss the other, but being freaked out because they're dumb and also "omg I cannot be in love with this idiot. Besides he'd never like me like that" UNTIL it gets so overwhelming and without realizing it they lean over to kiss the other!!!!

Anywayyyy

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rosekiller-addict · 3 months

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hey everyone!!! I finished writing my Rosekiller fic based on Disaster by Conan Gray!

#marauders #marauders era #evan rosier #rosekiller #barty crouch jr #slytherin skittles #sirius black #james potter #regulus black #wolfstar #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 stuff #ao3 author #conan gray

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pixie-of-south · 3 months

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Conan never fails to give me drarry content

Lookalike

Harry : Hello, Draco, long time no see.

Draco shocked : Harry, what are you doing here?

Harry looking at the man he saw Draco dancing with : I see you found someone.

Draco : Stop it, Harry. Stop with that look. You were gone. Did you expect me to wait for you? Hope you return? Night after night?

Harry chuckles bitterly : I can see why you picked him. He looks just like me back then, before I left. Does he kiss you better than me? Love you better than me?

Draco sighs : Harry why are you bringing up the past? Its been years. I didn’t know if you were even alive. I am over it, over us. My love life is not a competition for you. I moved on. You should too. I really love him.

Harry : Love -

Draco whispers : don't call me that Harry

Harry : - you are not fooling anyone. I can't compete even if I want to because I already won the game, Draco. He is just a lookalike you are trying to replace me with. I know you know it too, Draco.

Draco yells tears streaming down his face : WHY WON'T YOU EVER LISTEN WHEN I ASK YOU STOP. NOT YEARS AGO WHEN I ASKED YOU, NOT NOW? WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY? THAT I SOMETIMES AT NIGHT, WELL, ALMOST EVERY NIGHT THINK ABOUT YOU? NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TRY TO HIDE, AND ERASE YOU FROM MY MIND? WHAT DO YOU WANT HARRY? DON'T YOU KNOW WE ARE DONE?

Harry pulling sobbing Draco into him: I sorry I left, Draco. But there was not a single moment you were not on my mind. I am sorry what I did hurt you. I am back for good now. I will never you again. You don't have to pretend anymore.

Draco pulling away : I am engaged Harry. I really mean it, I do love him. Maybe not as much as I loved you but I do love him. Goodbye Harry. Don't come looking for me again.

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hail-brod · 1 year

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Crush Culture

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

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This is entirely inspired by the song Crush Culture by Conan Gray.

Figured it would suit Katsuki's view because the moment I was looking for a character to write, Crush Culture came and guess what...Katsuki pops up in my mind.

I know this is has nothing to do with Izuku given that he's all that I see in my mind everyday- ehem. But let us give Katsuki the love he deserves for having a character development.

This is shorter than usual because I was just experimenting with songs to convey it to writing. Getting inspiration from music is fun as hell so don't mind if I do~

Crush.

Bakugo Katsuki could only scoff at the called label.

The subject of admiring another person aside from himself was irritating. A weakling that isn't deserving of a high praise and look, it should be directed at him. The one and only living person with solid proof of worth.

Everyone else is lesser than an atom compared to him. He's different. He's superior.

No one is a match for him. You can do nothing to be even with someone like him.

But why does this nagging feeling keep piercing his insides like an annoying feather trying to tickle him? His brows would crease into a glare at little things over talks about these silly damn crushes.

Here and there, he hears the gossips of people gushing on a boy or girl they give hearty eyes to and running their mouth like monkeys going crazy over stealing a bag from someone in the zoo. He grits his teeth.

Annoying little piece of shits.

It's pathetic how he sees people stare at their phone after talking about having a stupid dreamy boyfriend or girlfriend, waiting hopelessly for nothing.

How could he find himself in such a situation like that? It's pitiful, he'd rather spend all of his time on himself instead of relying on petty love lies.

He's love proof. Falling for a single person is out of his books.

He pretty much knows how full of himself he is and it's better that way. Caring about what other people think is a waste of time and that certainly won't push him to fall into their game of manipulation. People look at him and think how sad and lonely he is for being so bitter and it pisses him off. He doesn't want anything else but for them to drop dead in rejection.

Sympathy his ass, they should watch themselves whine over their worthless crush.

It's makes him want to spill his guts out.

But he made one mistake. Befriending a certain girl, so innocent and strong willed. She was different from those lovesick fools. She saw everyone as a friend and nothing more nothing less. He didn't want to do anything with her but she's clearly not that easy to shrug off.

She was dangerous. Her eyes were dangerous. Those soft looking pupils that was actually directed at him was something that made his walls crumble.

It's like he was captured the moment he looks at it. She got him.

Fucking dammit.

This time, he couldn't decipher it. Is it just a lie or a beautiful lie? Or neither?

It's not that he's liking it. No, not at all. It's a beautiful lie alright, and he won't fall for it. It's full of bullshit and it's a game that he won't lose.

He will make you turn away from him until you find someone else to bother.

Right?

No.

Huh, now that he thinks of it, he's worthy of all the adoration in the world so a mere bug like you should just look at him behind his back. You're just going to be a duckling following before him.

No one's gonna manipulate him into submission.

Yeah, no one.

He won't be drawn to your kind bright eyes with stars that look up to him. Your pure smile won't twitch his own mouth to do the same. Your less annoying voice won't make his day any better. Your melodic laugh won't send his stomach into a frenzy of flutters.

Maybe he is actually going to spill his guts out.

But no. You really should just shut your damn mouth.

Your were loud. So loud and you weren't even rambling like those other extras. You were just...you. In front of him with so much to show and so much to convey. You were telling him something nonverbally.

Your stance alone just makes himself stop on his tracks of going ahead of you. You were just behind him and he plans it should always go like that.

Naturally, he fails to overestimate his own ability to resist. One moment, he finds himself pursuing a person he planned to rule out.

He thought you were too loud for just existing with him.

So by shutting you up with a kiss, he became true to his feelings.

Stupid crush.

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infernalodie · 1 year

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲

“'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰, 𝘰𝘰𝘩 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘰𝘩 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶“

Inspo: Kirby - Loved By You

Pairing: Conan Gray x Male!reader

Summary: You wanted his love more than anything else in the world...

Warnings: Just fluffy as hell

Words: 1168

“Olivia, what the hell do I do?” Conan was practically on the brink of tears inside his kitchen. He had too many vegetables and ingredients for a dish he had no idea how to make. There was so little a YouTube tutorial could do for him before he was in full-on panic mode. And that had resulted in him calling his best friend, hoping she would have suggestions or help guide him through the process.

When he’d found out that you would be visiting him on his break from Tour, he had been in full panic mode—trying to prepare something for you in return for you taking time off from your very own tour to see him. Yet, it was resulting in Conan beginning to have an anxiety attack. What made it worse was that he hadn’t started cooking and you would be at his apartment in an hour. So, now, Conan was in distress, yet, excited to see you after months of phone calls and text messages that didn’t mean anything unless you were here with him.

But his way of giving back to you was ending horribly. “Conan, I am sure Y/n wouldn’t mind if you don’t make him dinner,” Olivia reassured, most likely understanding his boyfriend better than he did. That was only because Y/n grew up with Olivia, considering him a brother to her. But that was beside the point. “Also, I guarantee after his flight from Paris back to L.A. would leave him too exhausted to stay up. Just Skip some food to your place.”

Conan knew for a fact that Olivia was right. One: she knew you well enough that Conan could trust her word. And two: you liked your fast food a lot more than anything extravagant or convenient. Still, Conan wanted to give something to you and he wasn’t sure what to do.

Just as he was about to respond, the door to his apartment opened loudly with the door slamming shut, a long and heavy sigh filling the air. “Babe, I’m home!” Your timbre voice called from down the hall. Conan glanced at his facetime call with Olivia, seeing the girl already grinning in amusement from Conan’s flushed cheeks from pure excitement.

When you came around the corner, you stopped with your lips twitching into a grin. Conan was wearing one of your dress shirts that reached the middle of his thighs. Underneath, he wore briefs with snow-white socks that looked absolutely adorable on him. His hair was still wavy and sleek and his eyes were still beautifully bright.

You on the other hand was wearing a pair of denim jeans with a black t-shirt and bomber jacket. Fresh tattoo’s from your tour, making it a goal of yours to get a tattoo in each city and country you went to. Conan tried to tell you that you would end up broke, but you reassured him. Your hair was slightly astray from the sleepless flight that had consisted of you staring out your window with your headphones blasting music. But the tired did not help Conan who felt the faintest bit of arousal in his gut and travel further down.

“What are you doing wearing my clothes?” You asked, words laced with amusement as you stepped towards the man. Conan turned away with a blush as you stood behind him, hands bracing against the edge of the counter where you rested your chin on his shoulder. Spotting the facetime call and Olivia watching with a grin. “Hey, ‘Liv! How are you doing?”

“Pretty good besides your boyfriend calling me and asking me to help him cook,” Olivia explained with a smirk.

“Olivia, shut up!” Conan whined, hearing your husky laugh from beside him.

“Horrible choice, Conan,” you told him. “Olivia sucks at cooking.”

“See, I would usually tell you to go fuck yourself, but this is one time I agree with you.” Olivia’s words made you laugh, resting your forehead against Conan’s shoulder. “But I’ll let you love birds go. Have a good night, you two!”

When the phone call ended, Conan sighed with his eyes fluttering shut. Your arms curled around his waist, lips pressing to the side of his neck. “You’re making me dinner?” You asked, slightly impressed with his actions. If you were being honest, you didn’t even expect him to be awake right now. Conan had a strict sleep schedule and you hated disturbing that system he had spent years crafting. Yet, you loved him for occasionally breaking his own rules.

“Well, I was, but I had a breakdown because I suck at cooking and Olivia was no help,” Conan confessed, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you let out a deep chuckle. Kissing his cheek before you backed up. Hoisting yourself onto the island, narrowly avoiding a knife that Conan had recklessly disgraded to the side.

“The thought counts, babe,” you reassured in that same annoyingly sweet tone that swooned Conan when he met you. It had been a complete 1 in a million chance that he would ever get your phone call at 3 AM. Asking him to feature on one of your songs, but even over the phone, your voice had a thick and heavy timbre that was willing to sleep. And when he met you, he got to hear both that had caused shivers to run down his spine. Now, nothing has changed. “I appreciate it.”

Conan sighed and leaned against the island beside you. Rubbing his tired eyes before clasping them together and looking up at your warm eyes. “I just wanted to try and give you something in return for visiting,” he said with a shake of his head. “I hate never being able to repay you.”

“Well, there is one thing-” You were immediately smacked in the chest as you let out a hearty chuckle, rubbing the stinging spot created by Conan, who was trying to fight back his own smile.

“That can wait until we got to bed.” There was a long pause before you let out an exaggerated yawn, resulting in another slap in the chest by Conan, who shoved you. “Y/n!”

You laughed, hopping down from the island and lifting him on top. Standing between his legs and leaning your face into his chest. The few top buttons from the shirt were undone, where you exactly placed your gentle kisses. Conan sighed, curling his arms around your neck where his hands glossed through your hair.

“You being awake and present is enough for me, babe,” you told him. “That’s all I ever want. Screw food or sex. I just want your attention.”

Conan hummed, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. He never wanted anything more from you than you. Nothing less and nothing more. He never expected a thousand gifts for his birthday or a million phone calls. He just wanted you for who you were and your beautiful personality.

He was getting just that.

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aronelydancer · 21 days

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feel the heat (going overdrive) - conan <3

minors dni. 18+ interaction only. rated explicit. 1.4k words - smut drabble

sub puppy conan x gender neutral master dom reader (no y/n)

dom/sub, hickeys, nipple play, handjob, more puppy than usual

“C’mere, puppy.”

You call him over and he comes, crawling on his hands and knees across the floor with a goofy smile on his face.

“What are you laughing at?” You ask, tilting his chin up when he’s close enough to touch.

“You.” Conan replies coyly, winking with it.

“What’s so funny about me?” You use the fingers holding his head to move it around. He lets you, never breaking eye contact.

“You’re always fully clothed and I’m always naked.”

“That’s because I’m in control, puppy.”

“I wanna see you.” Conan reaches as he says it, a hand landing on your thigh and creeping up.

You smile warmly at him, pulling him close to kiss his cheek chastely. Then you remove his hand and adjust your legs so they’re crossed. Patting your own thighs, you beckon him closer.

“What are we doing?” He asks a bit shyly, but getting comfy in your lap anyway.

He starts facing you, instantly latching his lips and teeth to your neck. Your hand finds the back of his head, twisting fingers into curls as he kisses and sucks all over you. Conan is pretty vicious with it, all sharp teeth and bruising intensity. You’re gonna be marked to hell after this, but you don’t mind.

You know it makes him feel good to feel some ownership too.

“I’m gonna touch you, puppy, and you’re gonna get all cute and squirmy in my lap until you cum over my fingers.” You tell him, combing through his hair idly. He hums against your neck and lands another harsh bite.

Conan goes for a while, covering your neck with pretty hickeys you’d never hide. Sometimes the next day he’ll press on them while you’re going about your day and it makes you laugh. But he finds it flustering, like he can’t believe he gets to lay a claim to you.

“Okay, pup, turn around.” You say, adjusting your hands to his butt and patting gently.

He groans in annoyance, pulling away from your spit-slicked throat and moving around so he’s properly seated in your lap. It does look a little funny, you fully clothed in soft and comfy stuff while he’s stark naked, but it works. Conan leans against your chest and turns to smile up at you. You lean down to kiss his lips and he makes a happy sound in the back of his throat that makes your heart thud.

Then your hands come back into play. You trace gently over his shoulders so you can watch his arms erupt in goosebumps. Following the raised skin, you pet and touch until Conan is a mix of shivering and half-giggling. He’s trembling, likely cold from being naked on top of the feather-light touch. He’s so cute, you watch him carefully.

“You’re torturing me.” He whines, despite his wide grin.

“Do you like it?” You ask softly, tickling his side so he sharply moves.

“No! Fucking stop.” Conan is laughing, shivering in your hold and so alive.

“Okay, okay.” You concede, pressing warm palms to the dip of his sides.

You drop your head down to kiss his shoulder, closing your eyes and inhaling the smell of his body wash lingering.

“Cone, hon,” you murmur into the skin. “Will you be good?”

He seems to tense something genuine in your tone, so he turns to nuzzle his nose against the side of your face.

“Please touch me, Master.”

“Good boy.”

And the scene begins.

Your right hand follows the plane of his torso to his chest, fingers rubbing over one of his nipples until he makes a soft sound. The other hand does the same to the other half of his chest. You pinch, scratch, tug, constantly touching until he’s shifting slightly and his cock twitches in interest. You can’t see his face, but know his eyes are shut now.

And he’s so wanting, you can tell from the sounds and wiggles. The way he gets hard so fast, it’s likely dizzying. His pretty head losing any blood not used for blushing and all of his thoughts going with it.

“Good puppy.” You purr into his ear, giving one more sharp pinch of a nipple so he jumps before going back to firm pressure. Your palms excavate him completely, holding him and exploring his body like you’re slipping hands under his skin. You want to unearth him, feel the heart beating beneath his ribs.

He’s breathing fast, you watch his flushed chest move up and down rapidly and it makes you smirk. You drop your head to his neck and leave hickeys of your own. Meaner ones, purple-black that turn greenish-yellow and are so beautiful they have to turn ugly in time.

“Master- Master.” Conan gasps, writhing in your lap at a particularly harsh bite in a tender spot under his jaw. You love that spot, it drives him wild.

“Yes, puppy? Want me to touch your pretty dick?”

“Jesus,” Conan breathes. “Yeah. Oh my god.”

Conan is very out of breath, as if he’s just run a mile sprint. You take him in and appreciate how out of it he is. His eyes are foggy with need, whole body perfectly pink, cock hard against his stomach and leaking. It aches for your touch, as does all of him.

You ease up on his neck, pressing soft kisses over the side of his face and down to his shoulder as you start to jerk him off. His cock is hot and pulsing in your hand, you squeeze and he gasps beautifully again. As you build a rhythm, his breath only gets faster, his words more desperate.

Not that he’s saying much. It’s a blind mess of ‘please, Master, more’, but you like the sound of that too. Begging is begging, especially when it’s this pathetic. It tastes like grapefruit, bittersweet and spreading throughout your whole mouth.

“My puppy, can you do something for me?” This is a test, because you’ve gotten him pretty deep before and asked this and he’s always too lucid to give in. But right now he’s an electric eel, alight and nonhuman.

“Mm- mhmm.” He agrees mindlessly.

“Give me a little bark, puppy.” You say sweetly, gently whispered right into his ear so it doesn’t feel like a command. It’s a pleasant suggestion.

“N-no.” He grunts. You speed your hand up, twisting your wrist to spread precum down his shaft and make your touch more pleasurable.

“A little one. For your Master. Please, puppy?”

His face scrunches up and he gets impossible redder. Conan is fighting with pride versus pleasure, and it’s when you dig your fingertip into the slit of his cock he inhales sharply, then lets out a little yip!

It’s the fucking cutest thing you’ve heard in your life.

“Good boy, Conan. God, you fucking kill me.” You bury your face in his thick head of hair and breathe in him along with his shampoo. He moves against your soft cotton shirt and you keep moving your hand until he’s whining and whimpering nonstop.

“Gonna cum. Master, please?”

“Now.” You say simply, wondering what’ll happen.

He must be really gone, because the moment the word is out Conan’s whole body shivers and he cums pathetically. You work him through it, mumbling kind words as he trembles against you and catches his breath. You remove your hand and rub it off on a blanket, to be put in the wash later. Your priority is making sure he’s okay.

“That was a lot.” You note, Conan with his eyes shut mumbling nonsensically in agreement.

“Good.” Conan turns over, hugging you around the shoulder.

“You’re super gross, Cone. Sticky as hell.”

Conan chuckles, nuzzling into your bruised neck and placing gentler kisses.

“I like you.” He says dumbly.

“Shut up, you’re still subby. Let’s get you cleaned up.” You deflect, trying to get him up and to the bathroom but he’s holding you down.

He lifts his head and looks you in the eye, eyebrows furrowed.

“Don’t you like me?” Conan asks, suddenly very attentive and alert.

“Of course, sweetheart.” You find yourself momentarily breathless from how intense his gaze is.

Studying you, he takes his hand and cups your cheek, rubbing a thumb over your bottom lip.

“You’d better.”

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stupditysholy · 2 months

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coming someday…

#fh #found heaven #conan gray #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfiction #fanfic #sony walkman #songfic #never ending story #winner #lonely dancers #you’re killing me’

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sports-on-sundays · 2 months

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Hiiii! I was reading jigsaw with pedri and i loveeee it 😍. Would you be up to writing a part two?🫶🏼

jigsaw / Pedri González / Part 2

Summary: Pedri x sister!reader - Pedri wants your help now, but it's hard when the situation he's in seems even more dysfunctional than you originally expected.

Warnings: song is explicit so if you're gonna listen to the sample- be aware, censored cussing, borderline emotional abuse in a relationship, mention of being sick, burst of anger, punching

Requested?: Yeah.

Author's Note: Link to part 1. https://www.tumblr.com/sports-on-sundays/739055924942143488/pedri-x-sisterreader-based-off-of-jigsaw-by-conan?source=share

You park in front of the apartment complex, gripping the steering wheel so that your knuckles are white. Pedri is sitting next to you, eyes staring ahead. Despite the blank expression in them, you know better. Behind those eyes are loads of desperation.

"You know you've got to do it, Pedri. I'm right here. I'll be out here the whole time. But you got to do this alone."

His jaw clenches, but he doesn't respond. He slowly reaches to unbuckle his seat belt, but doesn't move beyond that.

"You have your phone," you add soothingly. "If you need me, just text. But you'll be okay. All you have is a job to do. Just go in, get the job done, and run back out there. Then I'll step on it. We can speed away. We can leave this whole mess behind in the dust, okay?"

You're half expecting him to remain unresponsive, as he's silent for a second, but he does nod and reaches to open the door. You watch as he shuts the car door and makes his way to the building.

It's hard watching him go. You don't want to leave him to deal with it alone. You want to be there to stand up for him.

But you also know what you have to do. You know this is best for him. He got himself into this situation. So unless he's in trouble, he needs to get himself out of this situation.

Despite how much you might both want you to just storm in there and give this woman a piece of your minds, you have a feeling it's not right. You have a feeling this is something Pedri has to do on his own.

But you nervously keep your phone in hand.

It was hard decision to make. You want to be there always, to stand up for and help your younger brother. But you also don't want him to be unable to help himself. You don't want to be enabling, either.

So you sit in the car, gripping your phone, staring ahead. Anxiety simmers below the surface, and all too often you feel yourself leaning forward and glancing to the door, waiting to see your brother come out.

But time passes. And goes on and on and on. And still, Pedri doesn't return. Finally, you send him a text. You wait ten minutes. No response. You swallow.

Oh God. What is going on? Was this all a big mistake? On my part?

So you unbuckle your seat belt, jump out of the car, lock it, and jog to the building. You vaguely remember Pedri saying it's room 103, so you rush there, begging and hoping for that to be true.

When you get there, you ring the doorbell, holding your breath. It seems like forever before anyone answers, and just as you're about to reconsider what to do next, you hear the doorknob twisting.

You swallow. You heart pounds in your throat. Oh God, please let this be the right room. Please let this go right. Please let this be the right room.

A woman opens the door. A young woman.

Looks like she's in her early twenties.

That's a good sign.

"Who are you?" she demands, crossing her arms.

You return her question with one of your own: "Is my brother here?"

"Someone's brother is here. Maybe he's yours. Suppose you two do look alike. So, that's what's going on?" Her lip curls. "It's because of you?"

You glare and say, "What's going on?"

She smirks. "Nothing unusual."

"Let me in," you demand. "Explain."

"There's nothing to explain!" She seems to be getting a concerning amount of pleasure from this game she's playing.

You can see how she's dangerous, now.

"Yes there f***ing is! Where is my brother?"

"I don't know! Who's your brother?!" She grins.

"Pedro. Pedri González. My brother is in your house."

She leans on the door frame, completely guarding the entrance. "True. He's also my boyfriend."

"No, he's not. He shouldn't be, anymore."

She snorts. "I don't know what he said to you, but that's sure not what he said to me. I think he's just struggling with a lot right now. He just needed some comfort, clearly more from his girlfriend than from his sister. Because he's in a lot better mood now."

"Oh yeah? Then prove it. Let me see my brother."

She snorts and calls, "Baby! Your sister is at the door!"

For some reason, it makes you sick to your stomach to even hear her call your brother by such a name so casually.

Soon, Pedri walks into your line of vision. Immediately, you shove his stupid girlfriend out of the way and grip his shoulders.

He looks fine.

At first glance, at least.

But for the moment you get to study his eyes, there's something more in them. Confusion. Maybe, just slightly, despair.

Then the cursed girlfriend pipes in, "Pedri, you wanna tell your big sis what agreement we came to, since she's being so nosy?" You grit your teeth when you hear the belittling voice she seems to use speaking to Pedri.

Pedri doesn't seem to notice, hesitates, but then says, "I don't know... Y/n, I just think maybe I've been overreact-"

"Don't even say that!" Suddenly anger wells up in you, and you turn on his girlfriend. You grab her by the collar and suddenly scream, "Do you know what you've done to him? Do you know how you've been ruining my brother?! Using him?! Making him feeling worthless? Clearly, you do, because you don't look very surprised or guilty, do you? No! You're just a terrible person, and you know it! And you don't even f***ing care. Well, f*** you. F*** you." And there's no more thought, not another second, put into it, before your fist slams into her cheek and you let go of her collar, watching as she stumbles onto the ground, feeling nothing but contempt towards her. Pedri says something in the background, but everything is red and screaming and blurry now as you finish with, to the woman on the floor, "We'll be going now, and don't ever expect to see my brother, ever, ever again! He doesn't deserve you, and you don't deserve him!" And you grab Pedri's wrist and tow him out, to your car. In blindness, you fling open the passenger side door, practically shove your younger brother into the car, go around to the other side, and start driving away, staring forward, at nothing but he road in front of you.

Slowly, you begin to simmer down. Your ears unclog, and you become aware of your surroundings, including your brother.

Those big, dark eyes are staring ahead, hollow.

You find a secluded place to park, and stare ahead.

Searching for words.

"Pedri..." you start.

"Yeah?" he asks hurriedly with a slightly shaky sigh.

"I'm sorry for punching her."

"Don't be."

You blink. "It's just- she was being so confusing a manipulative and... I guess I had just had it with her. I just... I didn't want to see you being hurt, and that was the reaction. But it shouldn't have been."

"Y/n, why are you trying to explain yourself?" Pedri murmurs. "I'm not mad. I understand why you did it. It felt good to see you do that, because I know I never could. If I did, she'd twist it. I'd get in... huge trouble."

You nod. "Right, yeah. Please don't be punching your girlfriend."

"Ex-girlfriend," he corrects.

You look up at this, meeting his eyes. You like that he says that, but still ask, "Want to tell me what happened? Want to explain to me."

"Well, I'm sorry..." He trails off.

"Yeah, I know. I want you to tell me what you're sorry for, because I don't even know. As far as I'm concerned, everything is all that wretched woman's fault. But explain to me what she did. What happened."

Pedri sighs and starts, "I went in there and told her it was over. But then she... I don't know... She just... She's manipulative, okay? It's like she made it seem like I was simply wrong for thinking such a thing. And she just... brought me to her room and... yeah. She said if..." Your brother voice trembles, and you glance to him. He's looking down at his hands in his lap. "She said if I broke up with her, she'd find me. She'd come back. She said she'd be so heartbroken, and how it would ruin her... I'd be terrible for leaving her... She said she'd... make up rumors and... yeah, I just..." He swallows, before muttering, "I'm terrified."

"What rumors?" you whisper. "What exactly did she say?"

"How I'm famous, and she could make stuff up about abuse, and ruin my reputation, and... ruin my life... even more."

You clench your jaw and suddenly burst, "She's the one guilty of abuse, for God's sake!"

"No-" Pedri suddenly says, his eyes momentarily widening. "Just... don't say that. Calm down, okay? If I'm not angry, there's no reason for you to be."

You exhale shakily, leaning back and nodding. "I know... You're right. But we're going to have to deal with this. With her. Somehow."

"I don't know how... I'm so sorry... I should have never gotten myself in such a stupid, dangerous situation... I just wanted..." he trails off, flopping his head into his hands. You stare at him, perplexed, and put an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a half hug.

He's still.

"I don't know what to do," you hear him whisper softly.

You nod slowly. "I'll find a way, Pedri. I will. I'll find a way to fix this."

You cut that woman off. You made Pedri block her number, and all her socials. You're glad they kept the relationship a secret. You suppose she used that to her advantage, but now it's going against her.

Because, you figure, if you cut everything off with her, she'll just look like an idiot, trying to make it seem like Pedri did something he didn't. How will a common citizen like her even really be able to make something big with the media? No one will believe her.

You've erased all the proof.

Or at least that's the hope.

Pedri made it seem impossible, but you wouldn't take it. Maybe you just have more hope than him.

But you want to make her pay. You want justice. So that's why, once again, like you did months ago, you sit across from Pedri at your dinner table. You fold your hands and murmur, "So..."

"Yeah?" he responds quickly. No fake smile this time. There's nothing to hide.

"I'm thinking we should... report her."

Pedri blinks, opens his mouth, shuts it, then finally ventures to ask, "For... what?" He knows exactly what you're talking about, of course.

You swallow, before saying, "Emotional abuse."

"No," Pedri respond very quickly, eyes wide.

"Why?" you snap back. "She did... right...?"

He shakes his head nervously. "I just... She hasn't done anything since we closed her off, right, yet? It's been a month in a half... I don't want to put kerosene on any fire that's still lingering... Don't you think...?"

"But don't you want justice?!"

"I don't want any more drama than there has to be!"

You sigh, looking at your brother. "She's a messed up, terrible person."

He nods, looking down at his lap. "That's why I pushed her out of my life, with your help, and I'm hoping she won't come back. I don't want to have to be any more involved with her than I already have been."

Months later, you sit on your back porch next to Pedri, staring out at the grey rain. He's gotten another injury. Again. Wrapped in blankets because of the chill air.

But suddenly your brother whispers amongst the rain, "Thank you, Y/n."

"Hm?" you ask, looking up in confusion.

"For saving me."

You blink in confusion. "Sorry?"

He sighs, looking down. "I don't know. You... helped me from my ex. Encourage me always. You've always just been... well, my big sister."

You smile softly, but it's sad, as the rain beats down on the roof above you. Because there's still sadness in his eyes. You reach over and take his hand, but he still doesn't look up. "Pedri, you're lovely. Your dreams will sprout and come true. But no matter what happens, you'll always be perfectly you. You'll always be my little brother. There is no reason for you to be any different. There is no reason for you to change for anyone. There is no reason you should be a jigsaw now."

He whispers again, after hesitation, "It's you that's been putting my pieces back together. Piece by piece by piece. By piece."

You smile softly, blinking slowly. "You act like you're a lost cause. Pedri, you've just got to break free. And I'm here to help you do that."

"I know. Thank you." He's silent for a few second, before adding awkwardly, "I love you a lot."

You grin a little bit as you say, "I love you too. And- why don't you raise your head, king? Your crown is falling."

Suddenly he looks up, and you see that sweet, genuine, soft, loving smile on his lips that you love to see.

There's hope.

There's always hope.

No matter what happens to anyone, there's never, ever a reason to stop believing in hope.

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pushing ~ conan gray

word count: 2346

request?: yes!

@kouuiz “Hopefully I'm not asking to much! I was wondering if you could do Conan gray with a tall female reader, and the female reader is a famous singer and due to working so hard she passes out on stage? Sorry if it's too much! <3″

description: in which she pushes herself past her limits and he’s there to help her

pairing: conan gray x female!reader

warnings: swearing, passing out, reader is not taking care of themselves in the slightest, not completely romantic but there’s some undertones there if you squint hard enough

masterlist (one, two, three)

Conan first met (Y/N) in the early days of her career. She had been signed to the same label as him as his own career had started to take off. Their managers had gotten the two of them together for a song to boost (Y/N)’s name a little before she released her debut single.

Conan liked (Y/N). He thought she was sweet, and she was very passionate about making music. The two quickly became friends after recording the song together and, even though their busy schedules resulted in them not seeing each other for months at a time, they remained close and in constant contact. Conan cheered (Y/N) on as her career skyrocketed.

When they saw one another again, Conan almost didn’t recognize her.

He had gotten time off at the same time that (Y/N) was touring, so he decided to surprise her by going to a show. He had it arranged that he’d surprise her backstage before the show, and hopefully get to spend some time with her in the days following. He was giddy with excitement as (Y/N)’s bodyguards led him towards her dressing room.

But when the door opened, Conan was confused for a moment thinking (Y/N) wasn’t there. Until his eyes landed on the ghost of the girl he once knew.

The bags under her eyes were so heavy they could barely be covered by makeup. Her figure was cloaked by baggy clothes in a way that told Conan that there was a reason she was trying to hide. When she looked at him, she smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes like it once did.

“Oh my God, Conan!” she exclaimed, jumping up from her seat. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he responded.

“I’m definitely surprised.”

When she pulled away from the embrace, her eyes were on him, but he could tell she wasn’t seeing him. Her eyes seemed unfocused for a moment before she blinked and smiled at him again.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah! I stood up too fast I think.”

She was lying, but Conan decided not to call her out on it.

They didn’t get to see each other for very long. Roughly 10 minutes after Conan had arrived, someone came to the door to call for (Y/N) to take her place. When she stood, Conan could see her pause for a moment again, but yet again she played it off. Conan had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was not right. But he couldn’t bring himself to say anything about it. He just hugged (Y/N) again and told her he would be in the front row cheering her on.

The cheers from the crowd were deafening and the excitement in the room was thick. Conan was stood against the barricades in what they had called the VIP section, which was just a section away from fans that consisted of Conan and (Y/N)’s manager. When the lights went down, the crowd screamed. The band started to play the opening song as a single spotlight lit up center stage. (Y/N) ascended from an elevating panel in the stage floor and sang the opening lyrics as the crowd celebrated her appearance.

The first song went off without a hitch, but Conan could see something wasn’t completely right with (Y/N). She was breathing heavily after the first song and was already glistening with sweat as if she had been performing for an hour.

“H-Hey everyone!” she greeted into the mic. A fake smile was plastered on her face as the crowd cheered in response. “Thank you-you guys for - uh - for coming out. I h-hope you’re all r-ready for a...for a great...”

She trailed off, her hesitation noticed by the entire audience. Conan watched as (Y/N) put a hand to her head, a forced chuckle slipped past her lips.

“Sorry. I just...I need a drink of water.”

She barley got one step away from the mic when she suddenly toppled to the floor. A collective gasp spread through the room as the house lights went up and everyone rushed to (Y/N). Conan tried to jump on the stage, but there was already so many people. He watched from the sidelines, feeling helpless as the arena’s medical staff rushed to stage to take (Y/N) out. Her manager was asking the audience to remain seated until (Y/N) had been safely transported from the building, and then to leave in an orderly fashion.

Conan followed (Y/N)’s team to the back where an ambulance had just arrived to take her.

“Can I go with her?” he asked the paramedic.

“What’s your relation?” the paramedic asked in response.

“Let him go,” her manager spoke up. “They’re very close. He’s the one who should be going with her.” To Conan he added, “I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

Conan was once again sat on the sidelines as the paramedics worked on (Y/N). As far as he could tell they had decided her collapse was nothing serious, but they were still trying to figure out the cause as they pulled up to the hospital. Conan followed them as far as the ER waiting room, where he was told to stay until the doctor’s had an update.

(Y/N)’s manager arrived shortly after. “Any word yet?”

“The paramedics don’t think it’s serious,” Conan explained. “But she only just went in.”

Her manager sat beside him. He let out a heavy sigh. “I’ve been worried about her lately.”

Conan nodded. “I could tell something wasn’t right when I saw her, too. What’s going on?”

“She’s been pushing herself really far lately. Working on music and touring with little to no breaks. I keep telling her she needs some time to rest herself, but she wasn’t having it.”

Conan winced at the news. “She looks awful.”

“She hasn’t been doing great, but she won’t listen to anyone. Honesty, I was hoping that her seeing you would’ve done something to help. Like maybe you could’ve talked some sense into her yourself. I didn’t think to warn you about it because...well, I haven’t noticed the differences the way you would’ve.”

Conan sighed and sat back in his chair. His mind was running a million miles per minute, but it felt like time had slowed down around him. He kept looking to the door where the paramedics had brought (Y/N), waiting for anyone to come out and give them an update.

He wasn’t sure if it was just minutes or if it had been hours, but eventually someone did come out and called (Y/N)’s name. Conan and her manager stood, both anxiously waiting the results.

“She’s alright,” the doctor said. Conan felt himself deflate as he sighed in relief. “She’s going to need to stay here for a little while because her charts are showing that she is incredibly dehydrated and malnourished, but once she’s out she should be fine. She’ll need a long break from working, though.”

“I’m way ahead of you on that,” her manager said. “I’m going to call and cancel the rest of the tour right now. Conan, you may have to be the one to break the news to her, though.”

“What? Why me?” Conan asked.

“Because she’s going to fight me on it if I tell her. She might actually listen to you, and to the doctor’s, hopefully.”

Conan turned back to the doctor. “Is she awake?”

“Not yet, but she should be coming around within the next 24 hours.”

“Is it alright if I stay with her?”

The doctor gave him a kind smile. “Of course. Here, let me show you which room she’s in.”

He followed her down the bright, white hallway filled with rooms that all looked the same. The bad feeling in his stomach was starting to creep up his spine as he got closer and closer to (Y/N)’s room. He knew that the doctor said she would be fine, but he wondered how true that would be. Sure, physically she’d be alright, but what was going on in her head to make her think she had to push herself the way she had.

(Y/N) was asleep as Conan entered her room. She was hooked up to an IV machine and had been changed into a hospital gown. The doctor left the two of them alone as Conan lowered himself into the chair beside her bed and took one of her hands in his. He didn’t say or do anything else; he just held her hand and waited for her to wake up.

~~~~~~

It was the next afternoon, while Conan was eating some food brought to him by one of the nurses, that (Y/N) finally began to stir. He had to stop himself from jumping up so suddenly and spilling the food all over the floor.

She groaned and ran her hands over her face, pausing when she realized there was something stuck into her hand. She pulled it away and looked at the IV needle, then let her eyes follow the cord up into the IV machine.

“Am I in the hospital?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Conan confirmed. “You don’t remember anything?”

She shook her head. “The last thing I remember was getting ready for my show, and then you came in.”

Conan’s brows furrowed in concern. “You don’t even remember taking the stage?”

She shook her head. “I mean...I remember being told it was time. I remember feeling dizzy as I walked towards the stage, but then I just remember everything went black.”

Conan placed his food aside and reached for (Y/N)’s hand again. She watched as their hands connected before looking up at him. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, hoping that he was softening the blow he was about to give her.

“You passed out on stage after the first song,” he explained. “We got you to the hosptial immediately, where the doctor’s said that you were malnourished and dehydrated.”

(Y/N) cringed. “Fuck...I passed out in front of everyone?” Conan nodded, which caused her to cringe again. “Shit. I hope all those people are okay. That had to have been traumatic to see happen.”

Conan sighed and squeezed her hand again. “The doctor says you need to rest for some time, so your manager is cancelling the rest of the tour.”

Her eyes widened. “What?! No, he can’t do that!”

“It’s doctor’s orders, (Y/N).”

“But cancelling the tour?! Can’t he just postpone it? We can figure out new dates within the next few weeks - ”

“(Y/N), you’re working yourself to death!”

His raised voice surprised both of them. (Y/N) blinked up at Conan and he just returned her gaze. When she didn’t speak, he continued, “Your manager told me you’ve been pushing yourself to make music and to go on tour. He said that you won’t listen to anyone else. When I walked into your dressing room last night, I actually didn’t even recognize you because you looked so...so different. I don’t know why you think you have to do this to yourself, but you don’t. You need rest, you need to take care of yourself.”

Tears started to well up in (Y/N)’s eyes. She tried to look away to hide them, but there was no hiding. She lifted her hand and wiped her tears away as they started falling down her cheeks.

“I thought I had to,” she said, her voice small.

“What do you mean?”

“I thought I had to push myself like that or else everyone would forget about me,” she admitted. “So I recorded that first album, then I went on tour, then I got back into the studio and recorded a few one off singles just to keep the hype, then I started working on another album, and I went to award shows to perform, and then I started booking another tour. I thought...I thought if I just kept working like that, then no one would forget me and I’d make a name for myself.”

Conan reached down to wipe another tear from (Y/N)’s eyes. She sniffled a few times, so he reached over to grab her a tissue as well to wipe her nose.

“You’re not going to be forgotten if you take time for yourself,” he assured her. “If anything, it’s going to build more anticipation for your next release. Your fans want you to be okay more than they want constant content from you. It’s okay to rest.”

(Y/N) sat herself up in the bed, discarding the tissue into a nearby garbage bin. She looked down at their still joined hands, where Conan was running his thumb over her knuckles. It was soothing; having him there in general was soothing. It was what she really needed right now.

“I guess I kind of have to rest now,” she said. “I didn’t want to admit how bad things were getting.”

“You didn’t have to admit it. I think everyone saw how bad it was.”

(Y/N) groaned and dropped her head in shame. “I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid! You’re just new and afraid. It happens to everyone. But now you have to acknowledge your limits and not push yourself past them.”

Before (Y/N) could respond, her stomach loudly growled. The two of them shared a look before they started to laugh. It was a magical sound, and her real smile lit up her face in a way that made Conan’s heart feel light again.

“I’ll ask the nurse to bring something in for you to eat,” he said.

“Will you stay with me?” she asked. “Like...for the day, at least.”

“I’ll stay with you until they tell you you can go home.”

(Y/N) smiled. “I’d like that a lot, actually.”

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