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golden-moony · 1 month

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king of my heart | pt. 2

pairings: lando norris x fem!reader | pato o'ward x fem!reader

warnings: love triangle? kinda.

author's note: go get some popcorn cause we have some drama here🍿... and it's a long part, so enjoy!!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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yourusername

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yourusername Miami GP over and out ✅🏁 No words could ever explain just how grateful I am for all of you and for the opportunity that I get to cover this amazing sport with such incredible people by my side. Thank you for everything Miami, I hope to see you again soon! 🌴💖

user1 the power she holds 🙌

user2 she's really living my dream 🥹

lissiemackintosh so happy to be able to share this with you!! love u❤️

yourusername we really need to do this more often😘 love u too! user3 y/n and lissie hosting track tv together is my new roman empire fr user4 SLAY QUEENS!! user5 the queens are thriving user6 i wanna be friends with them so bad 😫

user7 omg girl you're STUNNING

user8 BEST F1 WAG

user9 facts facts facts user10 she's not even a wag lol it's so obvious lando just keeps this nobody around for when he's bored and horny user11 user10 this "nobody" has done SO much in terms of women representation in motorsport, she's hardworking and a lovely woman. meanwhile, you're just a sad little person who's jealous of her because she's successful and close to your crush, who doesn't even know who you are. so get a life and stop embarrassing yourself. user12 user11 SAY IT LOUDER 👏 user13 user11 PREACH!!!

user14 i don't know if i wanna be her or be with her😩

user15 this is such a mood tbh

landonorris so proud of you, boo😍

yourusername 🥰🧡 user16 YNLANDO NATION WE WON user17 we love a supporting boyfriend 🤩 user18 i want what they have, your honor user19 is this considered a soft launch or what? user20 y'all are delulu😂 it's so obvious they're just friends user21 user20 girl being delulu is the solulu 🙌

user22 so when are we gonna talk about felix liking the post?

user23 i'm lost sorry, who's felix? user24 user23 he's pato's teammate in indycar and one of his besties user25 if felix liked then WHERE'S PATO user26 user25 doing more important things than being focused on this girl.

lilymhe such a pretty girl 💗

alex_albon should i be jealous? yourusername you should indeed. can u fight? user24 the friendship i didn't know i needed 🥹 user25 MY FAV WAGS INTERACTING YAY

user26 f1 is so lucky to have you!!!

user27 LOOOL why would they be lucky to have her?😂😂😂 she's nothing special user28 user27 and yet she's still rising 💅 user29 user27 then why are you even on her post? lol obsessed much?

user30 my role model ❤️‍🩹

📞 incoming call

[y/n; normal] [pato; cursive]

"...Hello? Did you butt-dialed me or something?"

"Uhm, hi. It's not a butt-dial. I-I actually just wanted to talk to you. Hear your voice, y'know. I've been kinda missing you."

"Oh really? And here I was thinking that your cold behavior toward me over the past three weeks meant that you didn't want anything to do with me. Silly me, I guess."

"I-I'm... [sighs]. That's what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. About the way I've been treating you. I'm sorry, y/n. I really am sorry. I know I've been a total jerk-"

"Yeah, you can put it that way."

"...I've been a total jerk and I regret it very much. You didn't deserve it at all. I just- I'm not trying to excuse my awful behavior but I just think I got- Uhm..."

"You got what?"

"Well... I saw Lando's instagram story when you went back to Monaco, as you've probably already figured it out. And I think- Well... I got jealous. And I know it probably sounds stupid now but at the time it felt like a punch in the face."

"Pato..."

"I know I didn't and still have absolutely no business to be jealous about you and Lando, cause you and I are not dating or anything and you don't owe me any kind of explanation about the type of relationship you have with him. But after the great time we spend together in Long Beach... I don't know, it just hurted seeing you with him. But that doesn't excuse anything and I just regret so much the way I've been treating you since then, it hasn't been fair to you at all."

"And it didn't cross your mind that we could have had this conversation way before now? I mean, you waited three weeks to finally talk to me like a decent human being, how-"

"I know and I'm so-"

"Let me finish."

"Sorry, go on."

"However, I do appreciate that you're finally acknowledging all of this and communicating with me like an actual adult. I know it's not always easy to do. And although I don't owe you any kind of explanation, I just want you to know that there's nothing going on between Lando and me."

"So you and him...?"

"We're friends and that's it. We care for each other but there's nothing going on."

"Oh... well, thanks for clarifying that for me."

"Yeah, yeah. You'll have to work harder for my forgiveness, anyway. I appreciate the call but it won't be that easy for you."

"Is that so?"

"You've heard me."

"In that case, what would you say if I invite you for a few days to come here to Punta Mita? Maybe that'll help me a little to earn your forgiveness."

"... I'm sorry, what!?"

"You've heard me."

"You're joking. You have to be joking."

"I'm not joking. You're still in Miami, right?"

"I am..."

"Great! My brother in law is in Miami too and he'll take the jet tomorrow morning. If you want to, you can join him and come here with him! We'd be thrilled to have you here too."

"Oh my God... Pato, I don't know what to say!"

"Say yes and you'd make this birthday boy the happiest man in the world. You'd even make my sister happy, I've been telling her a lot about you and now she's eager to meet you."

"I hope you've been telling her good things about me, then."

"Only the best. She's even on your side, y'know. Said I was being a giant cabrón and needed to make things right. She wasn't wrong tho."

"[giggles] Fine. I'll go, but I'm only doing this for your sister."

"I'll take that anyway! I'll let Brett know you'll join him and I'll send you the details, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Now go and pack your bags for tomorrow."

"Hey! Don't get bosy with me, mister!"

"[Laughs] Fine. Take care, I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you, birthday boy!"

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paddockgossips

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paddockgossips Among the alleged "breakup" between y/n and Lando, the McLaren driver was photographed last night having fun in a Monaco club in the company of Max Fewtrell and other friends. Some sources have said that Lando seemed very cozy with a blonde woman at the party, whom he later left with. However, we cannot verify this information in any way, so it remains a rumor.

user1 I HAVE A CHANCE AGAIN (i'm delulu)

user2 so this confirms ynlando is over?? 😭

user3 girl i'm devastated 😭😭😭 user4 i'm still in denial user5 well they were never together to begin with user6 user5 THIS!! people act like they were a couple when they NEVER confirmed anything 😂

user7 "blonde woman at the party" "it remains a rumor" and magui goes and like the post LOL

user8 she's so desperate for attention🙄 user9 who's magui??? user10 user9 she's kika's friend and she was dating football player João Félix not so long ago (in fact, i thought they were still together lol) user11 user10 and don't forget she's a cheater. user12 user9 she's trouble

user13 yn >>>>>>>> magui

user14 user13 no need to compare them

user15 sorry but single lando it's so hot 🥵

user16 SO TRUE user17 FACTS he looks so good omfg

user18 in his heartbreaker era 😎

user19 in his reputation era 😎 user20 in his idgaf era 😎

user21 i'm a child of divorce fr

user22 i know y'all love y/n for some reason but i'm SO glad lando finally got away from her.

user23 SAME. and if magui makes him happy then great for him user24 stfu i'm mourning here

user25 y/n this magui that but max was, is and will forever be lando's true wag💅

user26 the one and only indeed

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patriciooward

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patriciooward BDAY WKND DUMP 📸 thank y'all for all the love❤️‍🔥

user1 THE HARD LAUNCH IT'S HARD LAUNCHING

user2 OMG IT'S HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CAAAAALM

user3 he really said i'll give you what you want: thrist traps and y/n... and he's so real for that

user4 he really knows his audience user5 king behavior if u ask me user6 everybody say thank you Pato 🙏

user7 YNPATO NATION HOW ARE WE FEELING??

user8 I'M STILL SPEECHLESS user9 they're so perfect i wanna cry😭 user10 LOVE TO SEE🔥

user11 as a ynlando shipper i have to admit they're cute but ngl this still hurts 😩

user12 MOOD user13 ynlando will always be in our hearts 🥺 user14 ynlando >>>>>>>>>> ynpato user15 user13 girl grow up.

user16 THAT SHOULD BE ME

elbaoward where are my credits for the last pic? cuties🤍

user17 u literally gave us the cutest pic ever user18 elba thank you so much for your service🫡 user19 elba is ynpato's #1 fan and you can't tell me otherwise user20 elba is just like us fr user21 LOVE YOU ELBAAAAA 🩷

user22 MOM AND DAD

user23 can't believe how fast she moved on and got together with this dude lol lando really dodged a bullet with her

user24 how fast she moved on?? girl y/n and lando were never even together so stfu user25 ???? why are you even on pato's ig post? go away user26 user23 y/n is such an attention seeker and yet everyone loves her, i'll never understand it 🥱

user27 not to be that person but i would KILL to be that piñata😏

user28 MOOD

frosenqvist oh to be tanned, young and in love

patriciooward 😜 user29 IN LOVE??? FELIX BESTIE TELL US MORE user30 i don't know about y'all but this is all the confirmation i need about ynpato being real, bye user31 i think i can hear the wedding bells user32 user31 yesss and felix as pato's best man

user33 bestie don't be shy and drop more y/n pics 🫶

user34 i second the motion !!!

user35 NOT LANDO LIKING THE POST LOOOOL

user36 he is so unserious i love him user37 ICONIC BEHAVIOR TBH user38 yeah but i just know he's crying inside user39 user38 for what? lol lando knows he's so much better than this cheaper version of him. user40 user39 i'm so done with people like you who insult pato just because you cannot defend lando with good arguments.

yourusername magical weekend 💖

patriciooward with you there? always user41 STOP THEY'RE SO CUTE OMG user42 this is such an upgrade tbh user43 SO HAPPY FOR THEM 🥹 user44 what a bitch.

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paddockgossips

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paddockgossips NEW WAG ALERT? 🚨 Magui Corceiro, the Portuguese model and actress, attended the Monaco GP after being seen a few days ago having lunch with Lando. It has been rumored that they could be in a relationship, especially since Lando and y/n apparently went different ways, and Corceiro's presence in the paddock has not gone unnoticed by anyone. Still, neither Lando nor Magui have confirmed or denied these rumors.

user1 A TRIGGER WARNING WOULD BE NICE NEXT TIME

user2 um let's hope there isn't a next time user3 user2 let's pray girl, let's pray 🙏

user4 "neither lando nor magui have confirmed or denied these rumors" well that's bs cause she just liked the post

user5 istg she's trying so hard to get attention user6 lando was asked about magui and he said she was just a friend... and then she goes and does this lol what a clout chaser user7 and people used to say that y/n was after lando's fame and yet she NEVER did anything like this user8 she's such a pick me girl

user9 everything i know of this girl has been against my will istg

user10 SAME

user11 oh good luck lando

user12 oh be prepared for the y/n fans and little girls that'll come attack magui when she hasn't even done anything wrong

user13 literally they're just mad at magui cause she's dating their fav driver loool user14 they're only jealous cause magui is a gorgeous woman user15 user14 she's gorgeous but she's still a snake

user16 i'd ask why lando would be with someone like her, but then i remember he's an adult and if he wants someone like her by his side then that's up to him. let's not treat him like a baby please

user17 say👏 it👏 louder👏

user18 weeeeell if this is the kind of people lando likes to have around then i guess y/n really dodged a bullet with him

user19 FACTS user20 i mean at the end of the day he's just another privileged white boy, so🤷‍♀️ user21 i really don't get all the hate that she's getting, is she really that problematic? user22 user21 girl google it yourself but yeah, she is

user23 I MISS MY GIRL Y/N WHERE IS SHEEEEEEEE??

user24 what is she even doing there?

user25 must be cause lando wanted her to be there user26 why y'all never asked the same thing about y/n? y'all are such hypocrites istg user27 user26 cause y/n was actually doing her job????? user28 user26 oh you're stupid 😂😂

user29 magui in the paddock, pato not being able to finish Indy 500... it really is a shitty day huh

user30 DON'T EVEN REMIND ME WHAT HAPPENED WITH PATO OMFG user31 I'M STILL SO MAD ABOUT PATO user32 the only good part is that y/n and his family were there for him ❤️‍🩹

see y'all in part 3!

taglist: @drunkinthemiddleoftheday @evie-119 @evans-dejong @minkyungseokie @noneofyourfbusinessworld @bernelflo @eiaaasamantha @ijustgomessitupx @honethatty12 @daemyratwst @f1fan65

(if you'd like to be tagged in the next part, just let me know in the comments!🧡)

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youronlydarlin · 4 months

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warning: kinda sad ANGST, Simon losses you :( , ooc kinda?? But he's soft for you only, trust me bro

This was kinda inspired by that one part in the comics where our poor, Si holds his mums skull, n he jus'... Kinda nuzzles into it. I dunno it just bought on some sad feeling, mkay...

Simon who slightly raises the cup of tea he's drinking each time he has one, just to let you know he's relaxing. Or trying his best too, at least. Doesn't know what he'll do if he worried you from beyond the grave. Sometimes he looks at all the belongings you left behind. Saying how they probably miss you, but not nearly as much as he does.

Unlike some, Simon uses your things. He doesn't want the house to go through the pain of loosing you too. So he drinks from your mug, and sits on your chair. Reads your favorite books, but never takes out the book marks in case you want to continue reading them. He also completes your bucket list for you, and even though he's the one doing them he always whispers 'good job, to the wind, hoping they'll carry the messenge to you.

Simon who speaks to your framed pictures. He remembers each, and every memory behind them. "Bet your happy... Now it'll always be my turn to grab the 'bloody groceries.." he jests. He hopes that one made you laugh. Knowing you, you would've. It's a mystery how you always laughed at his lame jokes. Though your laugh's always been better than the awful punchlines.

Simon who passes by that cafe you bugged him to go with you to, and he feels his throat go dry. He never got to take you there because of a sudden call from Price, telling him about an urgent, albeit sudden, mission. He definitely regrets not taking you out on dates more often. There's so many shops opening that he knows you would've loved to see.

Simon who's heart breaks at how quickly the world turns without you. Everything's moving so quickly, leaving him behind like it's already moved on, and he hates it. He hates how there's less clothes to fold now. Food is served, but only for one. The taste of it is flavorless, and dry. It's times like these, that he wishes he should have took the time and learn your recipes.

But what's worse, is that your side of the bed is cold. And it'll remain that way forever. At times he'll reach for you absentmindedly. Nightmares about war traded for dreams about you, but during those dreamless nights where sleep doesn't visit he'll stroke your pillow the same way he'd do to keep your hair out of your face, and pull the covers over the empty space you once occupied. He wonders if it's cold where you are right now. But just know that he's always willing to warm you up if ever you come back.

Simon who...

Stands at the doorway. Bag slinged over his shoulder, full of everything he needs and more for deployment. He knows he can't leave without properly saying goodbye, so he fishes out his wallet, and digs out a picture of you. He holds it up to his face, and it's funny. How you're not even staring at the camera when the photo was taken. No, you were staring at him. This one's always been his favorite. So he clears his throat, and wishes you don't hear the slight shake in his tone.

"..By now you would've told me to be careful.. And I will, by the way. But, m' sorry for all the times I didn't...'

....

" I have to go now. Don't need them gettin' on my ass for 'being late.. so.."

....

"..You just rest now, ok, love? There's nothing else for you to worry about' anymore. I love you, always. Wish me, and the boys luck, yeah?.."

He gives a light kiss to your photo, and it's as if you're with him when he steps outside the door..

a/n: This was a challenge to write, and I don't know what to feel about the results. I'm just polishing my english, I guess. M'not good at writing angst, you can probably tell, also my grammar feels off on this one, again. English isn't my first language, sorry. So please correct me on any mistakes I've made! But putting all that aside, I hope you like this more than I do! And, always remember that you are loved, and cared for! Have an amazing day, my darlings!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

#cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #cod imagine #cod x reader angst #ghost x reader angst #Ouchy my feelings #call of duty x reader #x gn reader #x female reader #x male reader

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renthony · 26 days

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Since I spend so much of my time researching queer media history, I've had several incidents where I started feeling so overwhelmed by the awful things that I started crying at my desk. It happened again yesterday while working on research for a commissioned article. I reached my limit and just couldn't handle reading anything else about queerphobic censorship and violence. I had to put it down for the day.

It takes a toll to read in such detail about the horrible, violently queerphobic things that have happened to those daring to represent queerness in their art. I have to take great care to pace myself, practice good emotional self-care, and surround myself with supportive community, or else I cannot immerse myself that deeply in stories of hatred. The queerphobia is frequently entwined with racism, ableism, classism, and every other type of bigotry, and none of it is pleasant to read about or reckon with. It's hard.

Sometimes people ask me how I can celebrate queer media that is so flawed. They point out problematic elements in the media I get excited about, as if I am unaware of those elements or haven't considered them. It always stops me in my tracks, because I cannot comprehend being so harsh on queer media when we have such precious fucking little of it, and when everything we have is constantly under attack. Issues with queer media are picked apart and cross-examined in a way similarly problematic straight media rarely is. It's blatant, it's exhausting, and for all that it pisses me off, it also just...confuses me.

If something is dated, if something handles a topic messily, if it had good intentions but missed the mark, if it oversimplifies complex queer topics...well, I guess the question has to be, would you rather it didn't exist at all?

Even when a piece of queer representation is flawed, I am grateful for it, because it means it exists to be discussed and refined. It means a door has been opened for others to follow through. It means we can start having more, and better, and a greater variety.

When censorship rages, when queer rights are under attack, when the moral panics surge against us, it becomes even more important to celebrate our victories, and our past. That includes milestones in media representation.

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madlori · 26 days

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7x06 thoughts

That was the best episode of the season and it's not even close

Kenneth Choi is Amazing, send tweet

Tim really coming in hot with the previous seasons callbacks and I LOVE IT

I'm GLAD they cut down the bachelor party nonsense because if it had been more it would have been totally out of step with the rest of the episode which was WRENCHING

Chimney Han the man that you are. You have encephalitis and you snap into paramedic mode immediately, probably saved some lives without even knowing who you are. WE ARE NOT WORTHY.

She's awful but Madge Buckley looked phenomenal in that MOB dress.

When Chimney wanted to go home he went to the Lees' house I AM NOT OKAY

I'm gonna guess it's been a few weeks since the end of 7x05 based on Buck and Tommy's comfort level with each other. They've been on other dates in the meantime.

A lot of predicted Chimney might fall victim to some kind of crime but nobody that I heard predicted this and I LOVE IT it was so...appropriate? somehow?

Okay so That Kiss

holy fuck

Buck is super horny for his hot firefighter boyfriend who he just called a beast and mauled in a hospital corridor and if they haven't already they are having a bunch of sex tonight

I loooooooove putting in this lighthearted moment at the end of such a wrenching and tearjerking episode.

Having Buck come out with that goofy rom com trick was somehow perfect? Eddie's smug little smirk (ha ha ha I knew already!) Hen saying "it's about time" and just ALL OF IT yes thank you

I'm somehow really happy we got some firefighting calls during the flashbacks? I've missed them, the season's been a little light on them.

10/10 NO NOTES

#9-1-1 spoilers #9-1-1 #evan buckley #bucktommy #chimney han #kenneth choi #is amazing and probs the best actor on the show don't at me okay #tommy kinard #maddie buckley

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 days

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♥️

Eddie should feel...blissful. He's been dating Chrissy for the last few weeks and he's well on his way to graduating (it's six months away but he's enthusiastic)

His latest dnd campaign is his best one yet if he does say so himself and he feels like he should be on top of the world.

So yeah life should be great. There's that word again should.

Instead he's left with this feeling that something is missing and that's ridiculous because he has his dream girl and he's doing well in most aspects of life.

But it doesn't stop this ache in his chest.

It's only been the last few days that he's came out of his happy bubble and realised that things aren't as good as he thought they were.

Mostly with Chrissy. It's not like she's awful or anything, no. She's one of the sweetest girls he's ever met, she's kind and they get on really well.

It's just there's this feeling of wrongness. He can't quite put his finger on it. When they kiss it's nice and he does adore her friendship but there's no... romantic spark?

He's mulling over this while he and Chrissy sit in easy silence at the table in the woods.

"Eddie" Chrissy begins and he startles out of his musings and finds Chrissy staring at him, she's biting her bottom lip nervously and she's obviously stressing about something.

"Mmm?" She takes a few seconds to speak again and when she does Eddie feels like a weight has lifted off him.

"Do you feel like this is working out? It's just that I've noticed that this... We... It feels weird" Eddie clutches her hand and tries to think how to put his response into words. He's never been so careful to think before he speaks, he usually says whatever is on his mind.

"Shit, uh yeah, I thought it was just me. I thought you were everything I wanted but it just doesn't feel right" she nods understanding and squeezes his hand.

"I get it. It's like I adore hanging out with you, I feel comfortable around you but that's it. I love our friendship but that's all" he breathes out of sigh of relief and grins at her.

"Maybe that's just what it is. We're only meant to be friends" she relaxes, the tension going out of her shoulders and she lets out a bubble of laughter.

"Well thank god for that" she giggles and he snorts, yeah that could have been majorly awkward.

"I just don't know what's meant to be missing" he shrugs feeling at a loss. Chrissy pats his hand soothingly and he feels like she knows something or maybe senses something that he hasn't figured out yet.

"Don't worry, I don't think it will take you that long to figure it out" she leans over to kiss his cheek and leaves him to his thoughts.

"Can you give me a hint" he calls after her and she softens before speaking again.

"The answer has been in front of you all along Eddie, you just need to realise it" well that was helpful, he pouts and slumps back onto the table.

💞💞

Eddie lets himself into the drama room to get ready for Hellfire. He startles for a second when he notices he's not alone. You're at the table, quietly painting one of the figures and humming to yourself quietly.

He finds himself staring at you for a few seconds and there's a fluttering in his stomach. Fuck.

You really were beautiful, eager to learn about dnd when you first started and didn't know much about it. You were a quick learner and got on well with the rest of Hellfire, sweet but hilariously sarcastic.

He wouldn't admit it but you were his favourite and Henderson, the little butthead.

Eddie figures he should say something, it wasn't often Eddie was speechless but while he was looking at you, he struggled to form words.

Then you look up and catch his eye, look away flustered at his dumbass self gawking at you. He clears his throat and takes a seat beside you. Heart hammering and stomach still in knots, he smiles at your neatly painted figures.

"That's good sweetheart" your answering smile nearly short circuits his brain and you continue painting. Eddie feels like he could watch you forever, when your fingers graze against his the tension around the two of you heightens.

Despite all of that being with you just feels right. His racing thoughts calm and he's content just to sit with you.

Wait a minute... being with you feels right, like it's always meant to be like this. His mind races to realise what his heart already does.

Oh. It's you. It's always been you. He doesn't realise he's said the oh part out loud and you peer at him confused.

"Eds?"

"It's you. You're the missing piece" you're staring at him confused and he takes your hand. There's a ping in his stomach but he carries on with explaining to you what he means.

"I felt like life should feel perfect for the last few weeks, being with my supposed dream girl should have felt amazing right? But it's like something has been missing. Chrissy and I decided to just be friends because we realised that's what we should have been"

You're listening intently and squeeze his hand softly in a comforting manner, silently encouraging him to go on.

"I felt like something has been missing and nothing feels complete, right. Until I'm with you" you still and your eyes meet his, there's something akin to hope in your eyes.

"What are you saying Eddie?" he takes a deep breath and just decides to go for it. Tell you how he feels.

"That I'm in love with you and I really want to kiss you right now princess" he blurts out the last part in a rush and you stand up, he panics that you're going to bolt. But you don't, you wrap your arms around him and tug him close to you.

"I love you Eddie, I think I fell for you the minute we met and maybe instead of thinking about kissing me, you should just do it"

Well he doesn't need to be told twice. His lips meet yours, fireworks explode behind his eyes and this is it. You're what he's aching for 💞

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #mutual pining #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson

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most-normal-eccles-cake-ignorer · 9 months

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Good Omens: Lockdown and Crowley not mentioning his living situation in S2*

*till S2E6 when he asks if he can have his apartment back bc he's bored of living in his car but Aziraphale doesn’t hear bc mentally he’s in Alpha Centauri.

Having read the 'Crowley doesn't tell him' Neil Gaiman ask close to when I first listened to Lockdown (I lived under a rock until recently), my initial thought was HAS HE BEEN LIVING IN HIS CAR FOR YEARS?! but I think he was still in his apartment in 2020:

as far as Hell knows, Crowley just had a pool party in holy water (the holiest) so the higher-ups are probably willing to give him some space (plus Beelzebub is busy going on pub dates w Gabriel)

while there should be ~8 months between the end of Season 1 events (The Very First Day of the Rest of Their Lives on Sunday, Aug 25, 2019) and the Lockdown phonecall (on or near the 30 year anniversary on May 1, 2020), I can't imagine that's a very long time for Hell, especially if you're understaffed and busy dealing with fallout from Almostgeddon / going on pub dates

Shax dropping off mail and asking about the boiler seems like something one does in the first few months of living somewhere, not ~3 years in (if S2 is in 2023)

That said, I think the phone call underlines why Crowley never directly tells Aziraphale that he is living in the Bentley in S2, and it's just a great conversation (all hail Gaiman) sooo I wrote about it:

***Note: This post analyzes the Lockdown phonecall from Crowley's perspective only. Our heroine is feeling quite emotionally vulnerable at this point in time so things are going to hit him harder than they normally would.

I do not think Aziraphale meant to cause him pain (!!) but Crowley can't see that yet and I've written this post in a way that reflects that missing insight. (I explain in more detail in this reblog if you are interested) I am working on a companion post for Aziraphale's side of this conversation and how I think it affects his behavior in S2 because if we know anything about these two, it's that their exactlys are different exactlys.***

Crowley’s habit of sleeping to skip time like an RPG character by a campfire amuses me to no end, but in this context it feels heavy. Crowley already worries about losing time with what he loves and he probably hoped things would be different between him and Aziraphale after the events of S1. But things don’t change much. Then lockdowns start, and Crowley is trapped in his apartment alone, transcendentally bored, and unable to make his brain shut up. Sleeping a month away starts to sound less awful.

But Crowley hasn’t given up yet; he’s still awake when Aziraphale calls, and he’s even giving it two more days. Was he waiting for Aziraphale to call? Is it even possible not to at least kind of wait for someone’s call when you are cut off from everything and the caller has been your only friend and crush for millennia?

Aziraphale asks why Crowley isn't "out and about" tempting people or setting a bad example and he responds:

C: Everyone's so miserable and cooped up right now anyway, and I just… well… don't have the heart for it. A: *glowing audibly* I'm not miserable~ C: Really?

Crowley sounds genuinely surprised at Aziraphale's happiness and quickly assumes it's because the angel has been around people. He's so lonely/depressed/in his own head that he hadn't even considered someone enjoying being 'cooped up'. *sob*

Aziraphale goes No actually I put the closed sign up in the window and I'm having the Time of My Life, never had so few customers, not in 200 years!, etc. Although, he says:

A: …There were a few young lads a couple of nights ago who broke in through the back and tried to steal the cashbox! But they soon saw the error of their ways~ C: *clearly amused* Did you smite them with your wroth? A: Well I certainly gave them a good talking to, and I sent each of them home with cake~ C: *annoyed, swooning* Cake? A: Quite a lot of cake, actually. C: *physically ill from having such a giant crush on this dumbass baker/security guard* eeeekkkgghhh I'm gonna regret asking but.. ...rrgh.. *30 seconds of Aziraphale joyfully describing his baking while Crowley probably tries very hard not to imagine the angel eating each item in sensual slow motion* I stg you can hear him struggling in the background once or twice

A: …And once I've baked them, I have to eat them all myself, which was why I was so delighted— C: To send your burglars home laden with baked goods, yes, nnyeaayeah I follow…

Crowley interrupts, finishing Aziraphale's sentence in his nervous hurry to say the next bit:

C: *loud inhale* You know, I could.. hunker down at your place. … Slither over and watch you eat cake. I could bring a bottle--a case of… something… drinkable…?

He's trying to sound so casual about it but this is someone who was rejected/abandoned by actual literal God after asking what he thought were welcome, uncontroversial questions. Asking makes him vulnerable. He's supposed to be the rescuer, not a demon in distress. He does not feel casual about asking.

Crowley knows it's unlikely but he's so miserable and desperate for company that he can't help but ask, just in case. Even the smallest chance of spending time trapped indoors with Aziraphale—with nothing to do but drink, watch him eat, and talk about things they'd normally avoid—is too tempting.

A: *panicking* Oh I— I— I— I— I'm afraid that would be Breaking All The Rules! *nervous breathing* Out of the question! I'll see you… when this is over. C: Right. gnnehh. I'm setting the alarm clock for July. Good night, angel. *dial tone*

And just like that, Crowley doesn't need two days to decide. The depression nap doubles in length. He doesn't hear how badly Aziraphale wants to say yes behind the fear, or maybe he does and it hurts worse because why isn't Crowley enough for him? You can almost hear the spiralling:

SHOCKING, asking made it worse. It always does doesn’t it? Why even bother? you just embarrass yourself.. SLITHER over? why did I say that *grumble grumble* of COURSE His Holy Holiness, your only friend in the universe, would rather eat cake by himself while everything goes to shit than ~deign~ to have you in his presence. "AsK aND yE sHaLl ReCeIvE" bugger this for a lark im going to bed

(a bit dramatic but we've all been there)

I imagine sleep doesn't come right away. Maybe his thoughts drift to when he sat beside the angel at a dark Tadfield bus stop after a rather eventful Saturday. Crowley must've felt a tiny bit hopeful when he invited Aziraphale to stay with him: Heaven had withdrawn its favor and the bookshop was gone; Aziraphale was like him now. Didn't that mean things would change?

"I don't think my side would like that." Apparently not.

In the end, Aziraphale did ride the bus back to Crowley's apartment and stayed till the next morning when he caught a cab, but only to sell the illusion. Crowley understood that as far as sides went, the angel was still on Heaven's, even if Heaven wasn't on his.

And now this: the entire world is shut down; there is nothing for Aziraphale to do but stay in and read and bake in his magically reconstituted bookshop and he still won't invite Crowley in. Burglars and un-fallen angels only—nobody who asks questions.

So... of course Crowley doesn't tell Aziraphale when he loses his apartment. He already knows what answer he would get; the angel has told him so many times. Aziraphale is a company man first, a companion to one very sad owl when convenient.

If Crowley works up the courage to say 'please take me in, I have nowhere else to go' and Aziraphale goes 'sorry, no, far too political, but I WILL risk being erased from the Book of Life to protect this nude amnesiac former coworker who always hated me,' it's going to be too much. You can't sleep long enough for that type of hurt to go away. Better not to say anything.

"Then nothing has to change, does it?"

#edited to add the note about crowley's perspective right after the cut! apologies if it seemed anti-aziraphale before!#good omens meta #good omens lockdown #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #ineffable divorcees #i can't even imagine navigating the pandemic brain scramblies while pining THAT HARD #Aziraphale is a company man (gn) but i think S3 will cure him of that #long but if i can't write essays about this on tumblr then where #good omens spoilers

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daintyys · 6 months

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somethin' stupid

fem!reader x ex!james potter, 2k words, swearing, angst, smut

second chance romance and make up sex!!! no hate towards lily in this AT ALL! i adore her i j really felt like writing james x reader🩷🩷

3 months ago, James Potter had broken up with you. You appreciated him coming clean, you really did, but it still broke you when the words "I think I'm starting to like Lily Evans" left his mouth. He hadn't cheated, or even flirted, so there was no reason for you to hate him, yet you were furious.

You tried to avoid him in the halls at all costs, even if it meant shoving someone out of your way in order to hide yourself from him. He sometimes said hi to you, and you caught him staring at you in class, but you ignored him. You knew you shouldn't hold anything against him, but still you did. You hated him. James Potter was public enemy number 1.

"Y/N! Quit studying and start getting ready, yeah?" Marlene McKinnon shouted at you. She was getting ready with Mary McDonald, and the two of them stood staring at you with crossed arms. Lily was sitting on her bed silently, not feeling particularly welcome. You hadn't spoken to her since you and James broke up, and you felt awful for ditching her. You would make that up to her tonight.

"Alright, alright, Marls. Give me a second." You shut your potions textbook, using your wand as a bookmark for the page you were reading. You stood, giving Lily a weak smile. You were so incredibly guilty.

Once you were ready, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You thought you looked pretty damn good. You had on a plaid skirt, black cardigan, and a shiny new pair of boots. You applied a layer of red lipstick, and braided your hair as you and your friends left the dormitory.

You walked beside Lily, ready to start your little apology spiel. Things hadn't even ended up working out between her and James, so you should have spoken to her 2 months ago when they decided they weren't right for each other. "Hey, Lily." You mumbled, turning to her. Her head perked up instantly. "Hi Y/N." She replied, a hurt expression on her face. "I've missed you. So much." You whispered, not wanting to get Marlene and Mary involved.

Lily took a moment to respond. When she finally did, she had tears in her eyes. "I missed you too, oh my God. I am so sorry about you and James." She hugged you tightly, and you held her close. "It wasn't your fault, Lily. It's my fault I didn't even try to get an explanation from you." She giggled into your shoulder. "Yeah, that was pretty fucking stupid."

You and Lily were fine now, and that made your night incredible. You stayed by her side all night, laughing and catching up. You and the girls were just leaving Madam Puddifoot's when you heard a loud sound behind you. Turning around, there you saw them: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and, of course, James Potter.

You then noticed a trail of light coming straight for you. "Y/N! Watch out!" James screamed. He was too late.

Bang!

Next thing you knew, you were on the ground, feeling particularly nauseous and cold. You looked around frantically as you saw your friends and the boys run over to you. You almost screamed as James Potter bent down and effortlessly picked you up.

"You won't be able to walk for a little bit, that was a leg-freezing charm." He stammered, a guilty expression on his face. "You're a real goddamn genius, Potter. Were you trying to kill us?" Marlene shouted, just about to knock all 4 of the boys out. "I didn't know it was you guys!" James boomed, holding you slightly closer to him.

You could feel his heart racing as he carried you back up to the castle. He was extremely flustered, his cheeks bright red and breathing heavily. Marlene was still going back and forth with the boys, to your dismay. You weren't surprised by their stupidity, as you had put up with it for almost 5 months when you dated James.

Once inside the castle, you were shivering profusely. "Y/N, I am so bloody sorry." James whispered in your ear, gently rubbing your arm to keep you warm. "I-It's okay, not surprised a-at all." You chattered, avoiding eye contact. He scoffed, grinning down at you. "If you don't mind, I can help you out while this wears off." He almost mouthed to you. You nodded hesitantly, not wanting to admit to yourself you still had feelings for him.

You reassured your friends that you would be just fine before you were carried off to the boy's dorm. Lily gave you a knowing smile as you disappeared up the stairs, and you tried not to laugh.

James laid you gently on his bed. You had missed it there. "Still smells like shit in here." You cringed, pulling his comforter around yourself. "Yea, guess it does." You could tell he was nervous. "What's the real reason you wanted to help me out?" You asked, an annoyed tone in your voice. James sat on the edge of the bed and looked at you briefly before turning away. "I guess I missed you." He muttered, staring down at the floor.

Your heart skipped a beat, and then your throat began to burn. Don't cry, oh fuck, don't cry. And then the tears started to stream down your face. "Oh god, oh no- Y/N, please don't cry." He scooted closer to you, putting an arm around your shoulders, which just made you cry harder. "Shhh, I'm so sorry." James comforted.

"I fucking hate you, James!" You wailed, attempting to shove him away from you. He knew better than anyone that what you needed when you were upset was comfort, so he continued holding you. "I know you do, sweetheart, and I deserve that. I hurt you." You sobbed hard, and then finally gave in. He was trying to make it up to you.

You burrowed your face in his chest, taking in his scent. You missed this. You missed his scent, and you missed how safe you felt with him. "I should have gotten you back earlier, Y/N." James cooed, stroking your hair. "Yeah, you should have." You mumbled into his chest. "It broke my heart not being able to talk to you for so long." James confessed. You calmed down, and looked up at him sadly. "I hate seeing you cry, honey. I'm not going anywhere, okay?" He promised.

"These last 3 months have been hell, James." You admitted, still letting him hold you. "Oh I know, they've been awful for me too. I should have never let you go." He said, wiping a tear from your cheek. "I was confused about my feelings for Lily and didn't know what else to do other than let you down easy." You nodded, you truly did undersand, it was just hard to accept you hadn't been the only girl on his mind. "I know, James. I also shouldn't have ignored you."

"The charm isn't going to wear off for a while, so I would maybe suggest a hot shower..." James sighed, running his hands up and down your freezing legs. "Don't try and get in my pants, James." You scowled at him. His mouth formed a wide grin. "You know that's not what I meant!" You couldn't help but giggle at him. "Yeah, I know, you just want to help me." You said as you slowly pulled off your cardigan.

You heard James' breath hitch, and he looked away from you quickly. "I'll help you to the bathroom, but I don't want to invade your privacy." He whispered, face turning beet-red. "It's nothing you haven't already seen, Jamie." You cooed.

He slowly turned back to you as you were unhooking your bra. You knew how nervous James got when you were alone together, so it felt good to get to tempt him again. His tongue flicked out of his mouth and licked his lips, now staring at you shamelessly.

You both missed this feeling, hardly being able to keep your hands off of each other. "C-Can I?" James faltered, eyeing your tits. You nodded, and without another word his mouth was sloppily kissing one of your breasts. You opened your mouth slightly and shut your eyes. This was it. This had to be the best feeling ever.

He nipped at your boob and sucked your nipple, and you felt him smile as you let out a moan. "Shit- this is really great, James, but my legs..." You trailed off. His mouth disconnected from your breath and he looked up at you with a dazed expression. "Shower then?" He suggested. You nodded, and were instantly picked up.

His hands cupped your ass and he kissed your neck desperately. James needed to be as close to you as possible. You were breathing hard, anticipating what was to come.

Once in the bathroom, you were placed temporarily on the ground while James turned on the shower. You finished undressing yourself, and waited for James to do the same. He looked down at you, a smile forming on his lips. "You're so gorgeous, Y/N." He spluttered, eyeing the bulge in his trousers.

You were one step ahead of him, and sat up straighter to unbutton his pants. He gasped quietly as you pulled his pants down, revealing his hard. "Can I, Jamie?" You said, looking up at him enticingly. He could have finished right then and there. "Yes, fuck, yes please." James whimpered.

You pulled his boxers down and immediately began to fist his cock. He held onto the counter, knuckles turning white. "Dammit, Y/N." He hissed through his teeth. "That good, hm?" You mocked, running your thumb over his tip. James breathed in sharply, and quickly took off his shirt. "Need you." He mumbled as he picked you up again, bringing you into the shower with him.

Your body relaxed as the hot water hit you. Your legs were beginning to have feeling in them, but that wouldn't matter in a few minutes. James kissed you hard, cupping your ass once more. He slipped his tongue into your mouth desperately, and you moaned in approval.

"Merlin, you're so great." He panted as he took himself into his hand. "Why do that when I'm right here, Jamie?" You asked innocently. His cock shuddered as you spoke. "You're right, love." He lined himself up at your entrance, pressing your body against the wall of the shower. "You ready?" James asked, leaning his forehead against yours. "Yes, I am." And with that he was gently pushing into you, coaxing moans from your throat.

"So good, oh shit." He whined, tickling your neck with his hot breath. He began to buck against your hips, slowly and gently. You unravled as he thrusted inside you, and clawed at his back. "Oh God, baby." You squeaked, moans falling out of your mouth.

James fucked you harder, sucking on your neck with skill comparable to a vampire. "Doing so good, love." James breathed as he noticed your legs begin to shake. "Got feeling back in your legs, hm?" He laughed. You found it so attractive how he could still joke like that while fucking you.

James started to get sloppy, his thrusts becoming offbeat and lazy. Your legs began to clench around his hips, and the walls of your pussy tightened around his cock. "Shit- gonna cum-" James pulled out of you, cumming on your stomach. You released as well, letting out a shrill moan.

You leaned your forehead against James' again, and smiled. He looked into your eyes, pupils wide and longing. "You're amazing, Y/N." He whispered, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled, and held his face in your hands. "I really missed you." You proclaimed, rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs. James nodded and set you on your feet lightly. "I'm sure I missed you more."

He cleaned his mess off of you, kissing your stomach as he did so. "Pretty girl," He cooed as he began to wash your hair. "Can we try again? At us?" You spun to face him quickly, a grin across your face. "You think I would let you shag me if I didn't still want to be in a relationship with you?" You said laughing. James went red, embarrassed. "Well, I dunno, you can be confusing." He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him, hugging you to his body, not wanting to ever let go.

#james potter #marauders #hp #james potter x reader #daintyys #angst #harry potter #james potter x you #james potter x insert #marauders era #marauders era fanfiction #marauder x reader #everyone agrees james is a tit guy #i love james hes so goofy

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simpjaes · 5 months

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Omgg you should do a experienced!reader and inexperienced/virgin bf!hyung line, I feel like some of them would be like nervous or anxious about their first time 😭

hyung line + losing their virginity to reader

warnings: submissive men, not all of them are boyfies but just assume you end up dating

jake:

definitely looks, acts, and talks like a virgin, probably has a porn addiction too. also the type to fall in love the second someone touches his dick. Im talking one little squeeze and he's like "i'm in love with you."

you go on a date with him and instantly you can't tell if he's using you to get rid of said virginity or if he genuinely likes you. it's a bit of both, tbh. like the second he saw you he was like "i hope she jumps on me"

you don't mind inexperienced men, virginity doesn't really mean anything unless the other person cherishes it, and you happen to love hooking up. and like, you would try your best to make it somewhat special for him, though he doesn't really pay attention bc he's too horny to be nervous or afraid.

definitely misses the hole twice before you help him put it in, instantly rolls his eyes back and can't stop from fucking forward :( premature ejaculation and all, but he makes it up to you by letting you guide him by the hair while eating u out ♡

jay:

the virgin that you'd assume isn't one until you actually see what he acts like when he's horny :/ also has a huge porn addiction and is the guy on a dating app texting you at 3am (when he's not being nervous about it) like "wyd? wanna meet up?"

ofc you wanna meet up, but it's not like you were expecting him to immediately expect you to give him head as soon as you see him. i mean, you definitely did do that tho.

when it came his turn to do all of the foreplay and stuff, that's when you realize this guy is a virgin and trying to pretend like he isn't, nervous as fuck that you'd make fun of him for it considering he's definitely old enough to have had more experience than this.

and you'd be like "don't tell me..."

and he'd be like "no!!!! i've had so much sex!"

he's a liar, you could tell in the way he rubbed your left lip :/ still, his nervousness turns into obligatory service top shit, where he asks you to tell him what to do, and that you can't leave until you actually come. and boy do you. like over and over again, because he's determined to make you feel as good as that pussy made him feel.

sunghoon:

tripping over his own feet to get to the bed with you on your 2 month anniversary bc he's held out due to nervousness. by the time he gets to the bed, he's the one pretending to be too tired bc he genuinely is so freaked out that he can't live up to what you might expect of him.

"Hoon, all of it feels good, i don't have to orgasm."

"But!!"

ends with you riding him half to death, practically using him like a sex toy, and him becoming a pile of mush under you. His eyes would be glued to your tits and hands glued to your ass :/

man would be so entirely in awe of how you do it, internally thinking to himself like "this is it, im a real man now-" and he totally gets why people have sex addictions after that point. he would also just get better and better at it, until like a week later he's the one on top of you, plunging in deep like he wasn't too afraid to do it just a couple of sessions ago.

heeseung:

lil bit of degradation over being a virgin. like !!! yes!!! he is such a loser for never having fucked the way he talks like he does!

im not lying, he would be in the room over playing games all fucking night with his friends, talking bout how he and you fuck all the time. you always laugh at him for it like "imagine if they found out you're a virgin." and he'd be like "why am I a virgin again?"

and ofc it's because you don't just wanna...like....take that from him, until he turns into an absolute menace of a man, trying to touch you, trying to be the whore he wants to be. i'm talking head under your skirt on the couch type shit. fr he gets hella experience with foreplay before you finally give in and let him stick it in. only after he promised you that "losing my virginity isn't that big of a deal, just let me fuck you!"

he was a lil eager, rhythm wasn't that great either, but he was truly trying his best and you guess you should probably fake an orgasm so he can actually boast to his friends about it.

except you don't fake it, and you're shocked that he just...kept going after getting off, staying hard and literally railing you until you had no choice but to come :/

#enhypen smut #jake smut #jay smut #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #hardthots

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harrysfolklore · 1 year

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birthdays with harry

this was inspired by @sirtommyholland’s four years of birthdays blurb ! one of my fave blurbs ever <3 i hope you like this

happy birthday harry, i love you

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

2011 - 17th birthday

"Happy birthday, dear Harry, happy birthday to you!"

Harry smiled as everyone around him sang, the room full of the people he loved: his mom, stepdad, sister, bandmates that he loved like his brothers, friends from school and the girl who he was head over heels for.

His best friend and now his girlfriend.

"Make a wish, bro!" Niall cheered and ruffled Harry's curls for a second.

"All of my wishes are coming true right now." Harry said and the entire room awed, making him blush before blowing his candles.

After the cake was cut and everyone spread around Harry's childhood home, he looked for his girlfriend, finding her in the kitchen helping his mum put away some dishes.

"YN, would you go out with me for a minute?" Harry asked, still shy to call her pet names in front of his mum even tho Anne was ecstatic over the fact that Harry was dating the girl she adored like a daughter.

"Sure, let me just finish up these dishes."

"Oh don´t worry about it sweetie, I can handle them myself." Anne told her with a small smile and motioned then to go.

Once they were outside and away from the chatter and laughter, Harry stood in front of her and grabbed her hands.

"You know, I'm so happy you agreed to be my girlfriend." Harry shyly told her, still new to the feeling.

"And I'm so happy you asked me to be your girlfriend." YN said with the same shy smile on her face.

"No matter how big the band becomes, you'll always be my number one girl, I'll never forget about you." Harry told her sincerely, knowing it was one of YN's biggest insecurities.

Harry was just turning 17, but he made a promise that would last forever.

2015 - 21st birthday

"This party is insane!" Niall said as they entered the club where Harry's birthday party was taking place, the room full of celebrities and close friends.

"Damn, Jeff really went all out with this," Harry held his girlfriend's hand, keeping her close, "Do you want me to get you a drink?"

"I'm not drinking tonight."

"Why? It's my birthday, baby." Harry grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles softly.

"Exactly, and I want you to enjoy it. So no drinking for me so you can go all out." YN kissed his cheek softly, his long hair getting in the way and tickling her face a bit.

"I don't even want to drink that much tonight darling, don't want to have a killer handover tomorrow."

However, that statement was thrown out the window as Harry chugged down his 7th tequila shot of the night.

"Baby! Come up here!" Harry yelled, standing on top of the bar with Jeff's arm around his shoulder.

"Harry, get down, how did you even climb up there?"

"Tequila gives me special powers!" He started jumping up and down and that was her cue to get him down the bar with Glenne's help.

"My love! I've missed you." Harry obnoxiously wrapped his arms around her in a hug, placing sloppy kisses on her neck.

"Harry, you're hammered!" YN grabbed his face to look at him, his eyes giving away his drunken state.

"I know!" he let out a loud laugh, "I have an idea!"

And before YN could stop him, the music was going down and he had a microphone on his hand.

"Hello! Hello! Can everybody hear me?" Harry said into the mic, making everyone turn to look at him, "Sorry to interrupt your partying, I just wanted to thank my amazing friend Jeff for throwing this party for me."

At the mention of his name, Jeff let out a whistle and cheer, making Harry laugh as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

"And I would also love to thank my incredible, stunning, gorgeous girlfriend YN for... just being hot and charming," he drunkenly spoke into the mic again, making YN blush and hide her face in her hands, "You know, I'm going to propose that girl one day! I will!

The entire room erupted in cheers and claps, and years later, the drunken promise he made on his 21st birthday became true.

2019 - 25th birthday

"Happy birthday, baby." Her soft voice made its way to Harry's ears, waking him up from his slumber and instantly smiling at the feeling of her lips pressing kisses to his jaw.

"Thank you, my love." He mumbled sleepily, tightening his arms around her and dropping his head to lean his forehead against hers.

After YN gave Harry his "traditional birthday shag", they headed downstairs to cook some breakfast before starting Harry's big day.

"How do you feel about being 25?" YN said as she took out the ingredients to cook him some pancakes, "Any expectations for today?"

"I just know it'll be my best birthday yet," he smiled softly as he watched her move around the kitchen, "You know, my first birthday as an engaged man, soon to be husband."

YN couldn't help but smile at the sound of that, still not quite used to the fact that they would be husband and wife soon.

"Who would've thought my high school boyfriend would become my husband." YN turned around to face him, meting his soft green eyes instantly.

"I always knew it," he shrugged before continuing, "I knew you were the one for me from the moment I laid my eyes on you."

Getting closer to him, YN grabbed his face and placed a kiss on his lips.

"I love you so much, baby. Thank you for letting me spend another birthday with you." she kissed him again her smile mirroring Harry's when they pulled away.

"This is just the beginning of the rest of our lives, darling."

And as Harry stood in his kitchen with his fianceé wrapped around his arms, he knew his 25 was going to be one to remeber.

2023 - 29th birthday

Harry found himself in the same position he was during his 17th birthday, in a room full of people he loved while the sang happy birthday to him.

But he wasn't on his childhood home anymore, he was backstage in Acrisure Arena surrounded by his tour crew, bandmates, managers, family members and his beloved wife.

"Blow the candles and make a wish!" Sarah said after they were done singing to him, and the words naturally came out of Harry's mouth.

"All of my wishes are coming true right now."

"Awe! You're all grown up now mate." Jeff hugged Harry tightly, making everyone in the room look at them fondly.

"Okay Azoff, that's enough, I need to give him his present now." YN said as he grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him out of the room.

"Make sure to be quiet! The walls are thin around here." Lambert joked making the group laugh, and YN only rolled her eyes and flashed her middle finger to him before they were out of the room.

"Sooo, you're going to give me my present now?" Harry teased as they walked down the corridor to his dressing room.

"Not that kind of present, you menace," YN turned to look at him quickly as she opened the door to his dressing room, "That one is the reserved for when we're alone in our hotel room."

"Don't tease me, baby. I have a show in two hours." Harry said with a serious tone, making YN laugh as she approached the tote bag where she was keeping his gift, taking the box out and placing it on his hands.

"Okay, open it." YN took a step back and clasped her hands together, her nerves kicking in.

"Told you you didn't need to get me anything," he said as he opened the box, not looking inside of it yet, "I would've been more than satisfied with a 29 minute long blowj-"

"Just look at it!" YN cut him off before he could finish his sentence, making him laugh and turn his gaze to the box in his hands.

And when he realized what was inside, he froze at his spot and his eyes got instantly tearful.

"YN wha-" he stopped himself as his voice began shaking, "Is this...? I mean are you...?"

"I'm pregnant, Harry." She simply said, smile wide on her face and tearful eyes that matched his.

"Fuck," Harry finally took the pregnancy test out of the box and gave it a proper look, noticing the unmistakable two lines that indicating that his wife was expecting his child, "Fuck YN, you're pregnant, we're going to be parents."

"We are, baby." YN couldn't keep her cool anymore as she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and making him wrap his around her waist, both of them letting out happy tears.

And in that moment, Harry knew that becoming a dad was the best way to end his twenties.

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promiscuouscutie · 27 days

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All Yours pt. 8

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut Word Count: 5026 WOAH

Warnings: There are descriptions of emotional abuse such as manipulation, pressure for sex, and coercive behavior in this part, descriptions of murder and gore, losing virginity, fingering, p in v hehe, nonconsensual videotaping, voyeurism, CASON UH OH

A/n: THE SMUT IS HERE ;) EVERYONE BUCKLE IN!!!! I'm so tired pls enjoy :)

This is cute, right? You stared at yourself in the mirror, adjusting the purple spaghetti strap that had fallen off your shoulder. The top stopped above your belly button, paired with white pajama pants plastered in pink flowers. Your feet were bare, no socks or slippers covering them. You could hear Anika humming outside the bathroom, putting on more lip gloss.

"Come out already! Stop doubting yourself," she called out. You sighed, mustering up the courage to step out from behind the closed door. Her eyes found yours, lighting up. "Look at you," she spoke with awe.

"Thanks for helping me pick this out. It looks good on me, right?"

"Of course! Everything looks good on you, c'mon now!" She almost laughed. She squeezed the cheeks on your face with her hands, staring into your soul. "Tonight is gonna go great. No matter what happens."

"What if he wants to..you know.." You trail off.

"Ethan's a sweet guy. I bet he's a virgin too. If he's not, I'm sure he'll be gentle with you. The boy couldn't hurt a mosquito," Anika reassured. You nod along, but her words didn't help. You were terrified. You didn't even know what would happen tonight, let alone if you were having sex. A part of you wanted to, but the act scared you. You were a virgin, never letting someone touch you that way. You had a boyfriend in high school, a short relationship. He wanted your body; he wanted things you weren't ready to do. You dumped him in the hall by your math class, leaving him speechless. But now you were older, with a boy you trusted with your life.

Anika bit the inside of her cheek as she rubbed your cheek. She could see she wasn't helping. She sighed, "It's gonna go good. I promise. Just tell Ethan how you feel and what you want, okay?" You took a deep breath before Anika embraced you, smelling jasmine on her clothes. It was a quick hug before she reminded you of her plans with Mindy; they were having another study date at Mindy's place, which would probably turn into a sleepover. You and Ethan would have the place to yourselves, no concerns of any interruptions. She grabbed her bag, blew you a kiss and rushed out the door, leaving you alone in the dorm.

You stood by the bathroom meekly for a few seconds, until you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Someone was calling you, an unknown number. Should I answer? You hesitated, but let the call go to voicemail. What if it was Ghostface? What if this was a setup for you to be killed? You could be their next victim. It didn't take long for the phone to vibrate in your hand again, making you bite your lip. What was so tempting about answering an unknown caller?

The phone vibrated for the third time, but no call. The same number messaged you, and you felt relief wash over you as you saw it:

Don't freak out bunny, it's just Cason. I'm calling from a friend's phone -cason

So it's not Ghostface calling. Good. But why would Cason be trying to reach out? You thought he shut you out or forgot all about you after you refused to go on a date with him. But apparently, that wasn't the case.

You nibbled on the skin on your lip as you typed out a message:

What do you want? -you

I've been texting you for days. Did you block my number? -cason

I thought it'd be for the best -you

But I miss you. I miss our sessions. It's been really hard without Michelle yk? -cason

You sigh, leaning against the beige wall. He did seem sad when you saw him last, almost lost without his arm candy. If only you could see he was trying to replace Michelle with you, have his hand glued to your body in public, marking his territory in front of his friends. He didn't want companionship; he wanted a shiny trophy to glorify. But you were still the same naive girl, always giving others the benefit of the doubt, easily swayed.

I can't imagine how you're feeling Cason -you

Let's meet up to talk tomorrow. pls? -cason

idk cason. -you

Just as friends, bunny. I promise -cason

You promise? -you

cross my heart -cason

fine. We can meet for coffee on campus tomorrow. Is noon ok? -you

1:30. Don't be late -cason

Your stomach swirled at the conversation, filling your throat with bile. A part of you felt curious, wondering how the conversation would go tomorrow. But the rest of you felt sick. You felt dirty, like you committed a crime. What would Ethan think? Oh god. Ethan. What would he say to you about this? Would you even tell him? You had to, right? But how would he take it? That was the true question. You knew he didn't like Cason; you didn't know how deep the hatred ran, however. He was the one who convinced you to block Cason's number in the first place. And here you were: making plans to have coffee tomorrow afternoon.

30 minutes went by, so you checked the time: Ethan was late. The punctual boy himself was still not here. You yearned to focus on something, anything else. So you threw yourself in sweeping the floors, adjusting the pillows on the couch, and getting a furry white blanket for you and your boyfriend. You wanted the place to look extra nice tonight. You even made some buttery popcorn for the movie, putting them in two white bowls. You could feel yourself sweating over simple tasks, indicating the anxiety hadn't gone away or even dwindled. What if I smell bad? You immediately rushed back into the bathroom, wiping the sweat away and spraying your favorite perfume all over your body.

You stared at yourself in the mirror again. It's gonna be fine. He'll be here soon. He promised. You could feel tears welling in your eyes, but they dissipated once you heard a knocking at the door. You rushed out of your bathroom and checked through the little hole at your door who it was. You beamed at the sight of Ethan, swinging the door open to greet him with a tight embrace. He inhales your scent and let out a low groan. He missed you deeply, yearning for the past few hours to go fly by. You grab his hands and lead him inside your dorm, shutting the door behind him.

His hands find your waist. "I'm sorry I'm so late. I got caught up talking to my dad on the phone," he professed. The lie left his lips easily, and you believed it. He was getting better at this, telling you fantasies and seeing the light in your eyes spark brighter as he praised you, telling you how much he missed you. So what was the truth? The truth was simple: he was on his way to your dorm when Quinn called him with an idea:

"How about you complete this murder yourself, and I help with the body?"

"Why me? Dad ordered you to do it."

"I know, but think of how proud he'll be! You, his son, taking the initiative."

"Quinn c'mon. I really don't think Mia needs to die."

"Think of it this way: she's a threat to you and your little plaything. If Mia tells your girlfriend anything incriminating to us, she'd look at us as the killers and turn us in. You know that."

He did as Quinn suggested: he killed your classmate, Mia. One minute she was walking down the street from a coffee shop, and in a second, she was grabbed by a cloaked figure, masked under the night.

Ethan was sloppy about it; Mia struggled in her last moments. Ethan was incredibly frustrated by this; she simply didn't want to die. She clawed at his body, kicking and mustering up all the strength she could to wiggle out of his iron grasp. She dug her nails through his cloak, leaving marks on his arms. He tuned out the sound of her screams, thankful no one could hear her over the sound of traffic. He loosened his hold on her when he slashed her throat. He stood over her as she grabbed her throat, choking on her own blood. He watched the light in her brown eyes disappear.

There was something about all that blood, the way a pool formed underneath her corpse. It made a striking resemblance to paint; he liked to paint, once upon a time. Well, he liked to watch his mother paint. He found it entrancing. As a child, he'd sit at the dinner table with construction paper and Crayola paint, mimicking his mother's stroke movements on her canvas.

"I was getting worried that you weren't coming," your words come out in a whisper. Ethan could see you jut your bottom lip out, pouting. A part of him wanted to pull on that lip with his teeth, tugging it, maybe even biting down hard enough to draw blood.

"Well I'm here now," he whispered to you before kissing your right cheek. Your face heats up as he lets go of you, walking over to the couch. He spots the bowls of popcorn and smiles.

"So have you decided what you wanna watch?"

"Yeah! I still wanna watch a scary movie, so I was thinking we could watch The Conjuring!" you suggested.

"Just the first one? Or do you wanna watch all three?"

"We can start with the first one and go from there," you grab the remote to turn on the TV. Ethan slipped his backpack off and set it behind the couch. Ethan rushed to your dorm after the fresh kill, shoving his Ghostface attire inside the bag. He didn't leave a Ghostfack mask at the scene, letting it slip his mind. Since it was unlike the other kills him and his family did, he hoped the police would look elsewhere, thinking another copycat was out there. Right? He pushed the thoughts aside and plopped down on the couch, adjusting his Friday the 13th black graphic shirt.

He decided to wear something more casual, sporting a shirt he wore around his dorm. He had plenty of other horror graphic shirts like Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Terrifier, and so much more. He didn’t think much of his outfit until you sat beside him on the brown couch. You two looked like total opposites. He liked that though; he couldn’t get over your outfit. The tank top made your tits look amazing, just ready to groped and sucked. But he was getting ahead of himself. Focus on the TV, Ethan.

As the movie began to progress, you found yourself gnawing on your lip. You nuzzled against him, feeling his hand rub your right hip. You had a white blanket over the two of you. You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling his body rise and fall with every breath. His body radiated heat, inviting you to move closer. As a jump scare appeared on screen, you gripped his shirt on his chest out of impulse. You could feel his heartbeat picking up faster at your touch, making your face feel warm.

The two of you hadn’t done much talking since the movie started. Anytime you felt the urge to speak, you bit your tongue. You felt guilty, as if you were keeping a secret from him. It’s not like you had feelings for Cason. But you knew Ethan didn’t like him. You knew he’d be upset with you.

Ethan could sense your uneasiness. “What’s wrong?” He asked. You lifted your head up and stared into his brown eyes. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. You couldn’t bear to tell him about Cason; you guys were doing so well already and didn’t want to have your first argument. After all, the relationship started only a couple days ago.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” you lied. Ethan grinned, lifting his hand from your hip to cup your cheek and squeeze it. You laughed at the feeling, pushing his hand away playfully. You think he’ll put his hand back where it was, but he doesn’t. He places it on your left thigh instead, causing your breath to hitch. His attention was directed towards the TV, but his brain was not registering anything. He touched you with lustful intentions, but now he was frozen. Despite always imagining you in crazy positions, crying and moaning like a pornstar, he never acted. Again, this was the boy who never kissed a girl before you, let alone hold hands with another girl that wasn't related to him.

He had gotten so used to watching you through the hidden camera in your room, jerking off with your lacy panties he stole from your dresser. He watched you undress and play with yourself, even if you did it under your covers. His imagination came in to help, trying to picture your naked body the best he could without ever seeing it. He couldn't believe he didn't think of doing this the moment he met you. What changed? Was it the thrill of the killings? The chase? The idea you were a doll? Maybe a puppet he wanted to control? He didn't understand, but didn't want to think further. Killing should be the farthest thing on his mind right now.

"Ethan, do you want to sleep with me?" Your meek voice brought him out of his head. He practically whipped his head in your direction.

"What?" He took his hand off your thigh immediately, his cheeks becoming crimson red. You lift your head off his shoulder. "Just be honest with me, E." For a moment, the two of you just stared into each other's eyes as the movie played in the background. Ethan could barely form a thought, let alone speak. You thought you made him uncomfortable, immediately averting your eyes and looking down at your lap.

"Forget I said anything. It was a stupid question," you mumbled.

"Do you wanna sleep with me?" Ethan asked.

"I mean...it's crossed my mind. I've just..I've never.." you trailed off, feeling embarrassed. His eyes were like saucers; he couldn't believe it. You were a virgin like him? His cock throbbed in his pants at the realization.

"You've never had sex?"

"No. It's crazy, huh?"

"No! I mean, I just didn't realize you were...like me." You finally looked at him as it sinks in: he was a virgin too. Truth be told, you weren't surprised. But you wouldn't tell him that, of course.

"I mean I've done things, some things. I just haven't done that," you awkwardly laughed. His hand finds yours under the blanket, rubbing the skin of your hand. "What kinds of things?" His interest was reaching its peak more and more.

"Well, I've had a boyfriend. In high school. I gave him a handjob, and he fingered me. But we never got past that," you stated.

"Did you just never feel ready to have sex with him?"

"Pretty much. I didn't feel safe and comfortable enough around him to get to that point, and he hated that. We got into arguments over it, and he'd try to pressure me." The memory of him trying to push you down to his crotch, wanting you to give him head, it made you sick.

"Did he threaten you?" Ethan asked, his eyes growing dark.

"Yeah. Once. He threatened to break up with me, so I broke up with him. Ever since then, I've just been hesitant." Ethan's heart ached at the thought of someone hurting you like that. He wished he met you sooner. He could've taken this ex of yours out of the picture permanently, saving you like you were his princess and he was your knight in shining armor. He let go of your hand to caress your face, noticing the tears welling up in your eyes. He pulled you into his lap, embracing you tightly. You could feel his lips brush over your temple and then your ear as he whispered sweet things to you:

"You don't deserve that."

"You're a sweet girl."

"You're my sweet thing."

" I'll never hurt you."

I'll never hurt you. Those words echoed in your head, wishing you had heard that in high school. Why couldn't you have met Ethan in high school? You would've had the biggest crush on him from the start. The tears fell down your cheeks, and you tried to rub them away. Ethan pushed your hands, rubbing the tears away for you. Don't cry, pretty thing. I'll make you feel better. Wouldn't you like that?

Your hands rested on his chest as he admired your teary-eyed face. Your bottom lip jutted out as you pouted, feeling slightly embarrassed for crying in front of your boyfriend. He dragged his thumb across your lip, starting to lean closer. Your noses bumped against each other for only a second, until he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You kissed him back, feeling his tongue brush against your lip. You let out a small moan, letting his tongue enter your mouth and explore. Ethan's nails dug into your back as you grind in his lap, right on his cock. He stifled a moan until you moaned into his mouth at the friction. He pulled from your lips and kissed down your neck, feeling your hands dig into his brown curls. He let out an unapologetic whine at the pain, the noise going straight to your pussy. You were incredibly startled by his behavior, but you loved it. It fed the hunger growing in your lower stomach, and you wanted more. You missed the feeling of his lips on yours already, so you brought his face back up to yours and kissed him desperately.

His bulge hit your clit just the right way, making you jolt and pull on his scalp more. His hips bucked up, making you moan in each other’s mouths.

“I want more, Ethan. I need it. I need you,” you begged. Ethan could barely contain his emotions. You want me? I’ll give you all of me right now. I’ll press you against the window for all of New York to see.

“Can we move this to your room? Wanna make you comfortable,” he suggested. You nodded; Ethan wasted no time picking you up and making you squeal. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you across the apartment to your bedroom, letting the smell of vanilla hit you both. He placed you on your bed, rushing to shut the door. He double-checked the window, making sure the white curtains shrouded curious eyes. He glanced at the hidden camera, noticing the lens immediately. He’d remember to watch the footage from tonight on repeat, moaning into your stolen panties with his hand down his boxers.

Ethan turned around, noticing the nervous expression on your face. It made his heart race, knowing you felt the same as him. He walked across your room, standing in between your legs.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered before kissing you. You grabbed the waistband of your pajama pants, sliding them off your body. Ethan kicked them aside, getting ready to take your top off. You instantly grabbed his hands, stopping him from lifting your tank top. He looked into your eyes, waiting for a response.

“Not yet.” That was all he needed to hear, moving his attention to your soaked panties. He pressed a finger to your clothed pussy, dragging it all the way up to your clit. You quivered at the feeling; you never noticed how big his hands were.

“Can I feel you around my fingers, pretty? Would that make you feel good?” He asked with honey in his voice.

“Yes.” You let a breath you didn’t realize you were holding as he climbed onto the bed, making you back up against your pillow. He crawled in between your legs, slowly pulling your panties off. He kissed you again, not getting enough of the taste of your lips. One of his hands began to play with your clit while the other groped one of your tits. Your breathing became heavy as the kissing continued, struggling to catch your breath. You bucked your hips up as his hand traveled lower, slipping a finger inside. You could barely sit still; you needed more friction. You grind into his hand, gripping his hair and cupping his cheek. He finally broke the kiss, something you both needed. He let out a breathy laugh, realizing he could’ve passed out. Not that he would care; he’d die happy knowing the last thing he felt was your lips and your pussy clenching around his finger.

He slipped another finger inside, aiming to curl them and go deeper. You moaned at the feeling, pulling his hair harder. Ethan lowered his head to pepper your collarbones with wet kisses, moaning against your skin. Do I have a pain kink? What’s up with me?

“Can you go faster, E? Just a little? Please?” Your voice was high, almost cracking on the last question. He did as you asked. Afterall, how could he not? He wanted to please you, make you feel as good as he did when he touched himself to the thought of you. Your back arched at the change of pace, and you let go of him to touch your chest. You squeezed your tits, playing with your nipples through the fabric of your top. Ethan couldn’t take his eyes off the sight; he wanted to rip the last piece of clothing off your body and leave hickeys on your tits.

“Does this feel good for you, pretty? Am I doing good for you? You’re doing so good for me, soaking my fingers so much.” Ethan began to vomit up praises, not leaving any time for you to speak. Your moans fueled his obsession with you, and he could barely hold himself together. He moaned with you, rutting his hips against your bed.

“Fuck I love this. I needed this. I need your pussy so bad, it’s killing me. Are you close? What else do you want from me?” You let go of your tits to touch his face, lifting it up to stare into his brown eyes.

“I wanna see you E. I wanna take your clothes off. Please let me,” you whined. He took his fingers out slowly, making you ache inside. You sat up, kissing him with your hands on his chest. He gripped your waist, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. You jolted and broke the kiss to rub your bloodied lip, surprised by the action. He didn’t even apologize to you for it; he took the opportunity to take his black graphic shirt off. You deeply exhaled at the sight of his abs, surprised at the muscles. Does he work out? Since when? Where have these been? You dragged your hands down his body, touching his chest and stomach. The faint happy trail made you lick your lips, ready to explore the wonders of your boyfriend’s body. You looked up at him innocently as you palmed him through his pants, watching the redness in his face grow more apparent.

“You feel so big E. You’ll be gentle with me, right? Give me a good first time?” You experimented with the dirty talking, not wanting to be completely shy and flustered around him. Ethan closed his eyes, enjoying the way your hand rubbed his shaft.

“I’ll do anything you ask. You say jump, I’ll ask how high. I promise.”

“Really? Are you that devoted to me?” you teased. Ethan let out a shaky breath as your hands fumbled with his jeans. You have no idea. You unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down, seeing his black boxers peek through. You pull his pants down his thighs, letting him do the rest. He yanked the blue jeans off and chucked them with the other clothes, starting to feel chilly. Now I see why you kept your top on. He walked close to you and pulled his boxers down in front of your face, watching your eyes become enamored with the sight of his cock. It sprang free from his boxers, strained and hard. It was painful, begging for release. But he knew he’d get it. The two of you pull the covers down before getting situated with positions. He climbed onto the bed, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“You still wanna keep this on? Or you want me to take it off?”

“Take it off me. I’m ready, Ethan.” Yet again, he tore the fabric off and threw it behind him with excitement. He hovered over you with covers draping the two of you, staring at your tits. You pull him into another kiss, feeling the tip of his cock bump against your body. That’s going inside me? Holy fuck. I’ve got this. I’ve totally got this. He looked down at your pussy, cock in hand, trying to prepare himself for the overstimulation that would cum. He knew he wouldn’t last long. He was so close to cumming, he could probably cum a second time.

He looked into your eyes, as if for permission. You nodded, holding onto his arms anxiously. He looked back at his cock, rubbing his tip up and down your pussy with his bottom lip in between his teeth. He teased your hole, trying to get a feel for it. You whined, mumbling his name.

“Fuck I know. I know, pretty girl.” He braced himself, pushing his cock inside you slowly. You cried out, gripping his back in pain. The stretch was unlike anything you ever felt, making your eyes start to water. Despite Ethan going slow, the pain was barely bearable. You dug your nails into his skin, trying to take deep breaths and ignore the burn. Ethan finally bottomed out, pressing on your stomach to add more stimulation on himself.

“H-holy shit,” he stuttered. He kissed the tears on your face, holding you in a tight embrace. “Tell me when I can move, sweet girl.” You panted heavily, your body feeling hot against his and the sheets. Despite the pain and the tears, he was so supportive. What did I do to deserve a boy like you? You looked at the way his cock disappeared inside you, still wincing from the pain. You knew you couldn’t stay still like this forever; the pain would eventually pass. You just had to work through it together.

“Okay. I’m all yours,” you smiled softly as you braced yourself. Ethan rested his forehead against yours, finally moving his hips against your body. The sound of his cock going in and out of your wet pussy filled his ears as he watched your expressions change. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your mouth was slightly agape. The bed squeaked underneath you, despite the slow pace. You hated that about your bed. Even when you touched yourself, rocking against your fingers, the bed squeaked and creaked. If he fucks me harder, the bed will be so loud! My neighbors are gonna hate me.

“Say that again,” he murmured.

“Hm?”

“Say you’re all mine. Tell me again. I wanna hear it.” His thrusts were deep, still keeping the same painfully slow pace. His arms rested beside both sides of your head, gripping the pillow you were laying on. He shut his eyes, getting lost in the feeling of your walls throbbing around his cock. “Please say it again.”

“I’m yours, Ethan. I’m all yours,” you professed. You gasped at the snap of his hips hitting you. “Oh shit.”

“Fuck you feel so good, squeezing me like that. How do you feel? You feel good?” He picked up his pace, the creaking of the bed becoming on beat with every moan you let out. You couldn’t speak anymore, too focused on the pain that was finally subsiding. His cock felt so good inside, brushing the spot you could never reach. You felt thankful Anika went to spend time with Mindy, knowing you would never survive the embarrassment of getting caught having Ethan in your bed like this. Ethan wouldn’t either; he’d turn into a tomato and avoid Anika at all costs if that happened.

“Feel so good you can’t even talk to me? Is that it, pretty girl? My sweet, dumb thing?” The nicknames always stuck to you, making your stomach flutter. But now you were on the verge of cumming, squeezing his cock so tight. He buried his face into your neck, biting down on your skin as he felt himself get close. He was surprised he lasted this long. He genuinely thought he’d only get through two thrusts before spraying your insides with cum. But he needed to pull out. He didn’t want to deal with pregnancy scares, not right now. While the image of filling your stomach with his seed drove him wild, you two were young and inexperienced. Well, not totally inexperienced. Not anymore.

As you powered through your orgasm, you cried into his ear as he thrusted into you, not stopping his deep strokes. Your nails dug into his skin so far you left scratch marks, red and long. If Ethan worked out with Chad tomorrow, he’d definitely get hounded with questions. But Ethan was liking the idea of being marked by you. It was a sense of ownership, that he was yours and you were his.

And he had no plans of letting you go. He got this far; there was no stopping him, not even as he pulled out of your pussy and sloppily stroked himself. He thrusted into his hand a couple times before cumming on your chest, watching as some of it hit your neck. You looked completely fucked out, exhausted. He was too, craving to collapse on top of you and sleep through the night. But he wouldn’t leave you in a mess. He’d never do that to his little plaything.

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leah blurb where she takes you on an arcade date?? sucker for an arcade date and you just know she’d be so cocky about winning games

a deals a deal II l.williamson

"where'd you find this place?" you smiled in awe as you followed leah into the arcade, the blonde not missing the ways your eyes had lit up the moment the two of you had even parked outside.

it having been her turn to organize date night she reveled in the fact that it was already seeming to be a success, the older girl knew you like the back of her hand.

with both of you working full time, leah as a footballer and you as a primary teacher you both made a commitment the moment things started getting serious that despite your hectic schedules you'd still try to keep consistent with spending quality time outside of work together.

"lotte put me onto it." leah admitted as you gasped sarcastically. "and you're not even taking the credit? oh baby i'm so proud of you!" you cooed mockingly as the taller girl shoved you playfully, the two of you making your way to the counter.

"i'll be taking credit for all the games i'm about to smash you at my girl, don't worry about that." leah smiled smugly as you rolled your eyes and she hooked you both up with a large bag of tokens. given neither of you liked to lose and were incredibly competitive, it was sure to be an interesting night.

"consider tonight endless tokens, if you can spend them i will buy them gorgeous." leah promised, pecking your lips sweetly and offering for you to pick the first game. "mm what do i want to beat you at first?" you pondered, stroking your chin as leah sighed dramatically at the time you were taking.

"basketball. start off simple!" you decided, grabbing your girlfriends hand and dragging her over, the blonde yanking you back as a gang of young boys sprinted past almost smashing into you, leah looking after them with a scowl.

"need i remind you this place is actually designed for kids baby, relax." you smiled poking at her cheeks as she huffed air out of her nose but focused her attention back on you, both of you slipping tokens into your sides as the game lit up and a strong american accent blasted encouragement.

"go!" leah called as the buzzer sounded, both of you scrambling to grab the balls, zoned in on your own rings as the points started to rack up for both of you. leah snuck a quick glance to your side, eyes widening seeing you were in the lead.

"oi!" you gasped as the defender leaned over and knocked the ball out of your hand, doing it again as you reached for another. "leah!" you laughed at her competitiveness, shoving her as the final buzzer for the game sounded and the blonde cheered victoriously.

"you are such a cheat." you shook your head with a smile as leah did a small victory dance, snatching her tickets and shoving them into her pocket. "right care to make this interesting then?" you challenged, crossing your arms over your chest.

"mm what do you have in mind?" leah raised an eyebrow curiously, cocky smirk still curled into her features. "if i win, you do all the dishes and the laundry for a month." you offered, leahs jaw dropping and your smile widening knowing she detested the two tasks and would often offer you anything in return for not having to do them.

"a month!? nah two weeks max." "scared you'll lose baby?" "no! fine, a month then."

"but if i win...you have to do that thing i've been asking you for since christmas." leah cocked her head to the side, storm blue eyes roaming over your body hungrily as you frowned before it clicked exactly what she was after.

both half jokingly and half seriously the blonde had gifted you a very ill fitting maids costume for christmas, stating as part of your gift to her you should spend the day wearing it, claiming it would be great motivation for her to join you in doing the housework.

you only laughed and put it away, but every now and then she'd find it and once again the begging would start for you to live out what was clearly a fantasy for the taller girl, and each time you'd just teasingly shake your head, leaving her without a real answer.

"fine, deal's a deal." you shrugged in agreement which was clearly to your girlfriends surprise as her eyebrows shot up in shock and you extended your hand.

"deals a deal." the blonde shook your hand but not before using it to pull your body into hers, stealing a kiss and nipping at your bottom lip, pulling away with a cheeky grin as your head spun and your cheeks flushed pink.

"right, my turn to pick then."

"how the hell do you even do this!" leah huffed, the two of you sat on motorbikes as you raced around the track on the screens in front of you, the girl beside you far from getting the hang of it despite it being the second time you'd raced, leah demanding a rematch.

"like this, winner!" you cheered loudly, pumping your fists in the air as you zoomed across the finish line sitting back smugly as leahs eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown and she smacked at the handle bars in annoyance. "loser." you pointed to her now as she flipped you off.

"maybe i should get a motorbike." you teased, turning your body as leah jumped off the bike, appearing instantly in between your legs as you stayed sitting. "over my dead body, maybe focus on learning how to drive a car first babe." leah teased making you roll your eyes.

"i'm a great driver thank you very much." "those handful of fines in your glovebox say differently." "those are parking fines leah not driving offences." "oh i'm so sorry. correction then not only are you a shit driver but you're an appalling parker as well, can't even be trusted when the car is stationary!" leah tutted with a dissapointed shake of her head as you smacked her shoulder and playfully shoved her away.

"sorry score check, whose winning?" you asked, cupping a hand over your ear and leaning toward leah whose smile dropped. "shut up." she mumbled with a small pout, the two of you wandering around for a moment as leah took her time choosing.

"perfect!" the taller girl grinned spotting a football shootout game in the back corner. "and how many goals do defenders normally score?" you hummed, pretending to be lost in thought as leah slotted in some tokens and rolled her eyes.

"don't be bitter that they don't have a teaching game babe." leah pouted sarcastically at your chosen career, you now the one to flip her off and gesture for her to start. "go on then superstar."

you had to hide your smile behind your hand as leah missed many more kicks than she scored, watching as her shots became sloppier the more wound up and angry she got when they missed. "nah this is bullshit that's rigged!" leah scowled, kicking at the machine once her turn was over.

"leah!" you scolded, moving her away from causing actual damage. "it's a stupid arcade game, you're still a champion of europe baby." you grabbed at her face, placing a soft kiss to her lips and feeling her body relax somewhat.

"...its just a good thing they didn't need you for any penalties." "oi, uncalled for!"

"right, this ones the final game." leah glanced at the time and announced with a clap, the two of you so caught up you'd not even realized the time and how long you'd been here.

"oh how convenient, we're tied." you rolled your eyes, not believing that the score card leah had been in charge of was really all that accurate, having been typed up in notes on her phone.

"and what is that supposed to mean?" "i'm accusing you of score tampering, williamson." "no idea what on earth you're on about love, i'll even be so kind as to forfeit my turn so that you choose our last game." "wow, and they say chivalry is dead."

"mmm that one." you nodded to a shooting game in the corner you'd not yet tried, leah humming in agreement as you made your way over. "was that your stomach?" you asked in disbelief hearing a loud gurgle.

"yes! i'm fucking starving." leah moped with a huff, earning herself an unimpressed look from a mother standing at the next game with her two young kids, you smacking leah lightly and mumbling about her language.

"sorry miss." your girlfriend teased with a cocky smile as you rolled your eyes and gestured for her to take her turn. the gunner shot down 8 tin ducks out of 12 and shrugged, seemingly happy with her efforts.

"beat that, four eyes." leah smirked, flicking at your ear as you smacked away her hands and shot her an evil glare.

you only wore your glasses when you were using your laptop, reading or occasionally when teaching, and as much as leah found you utterly adorable in them the english captain also would never miss an opportunity to rib you about your poor eyesight.

"happily, noodle legs." you quipped back with a smile, grabbing the gun as leah mocked you under her breath and ordered for you to hurry up as her stomach rumbled again.

closing one eye you balanced the toy gun on your arm as the game commenced, shooting down six ducks with ease, a few more to go and you'd win.

however as you placed your finger on the trigger, the timer counting down from ten, a set of hands wrapped themselves around your waist, one hand in particular slipping up the inside of your top and suddenly squeezing at one of your boobs.

in shock at the unexpected touch you squeezed the trigger and dropped the toy gun, missing the ducks by a mile as the timer went off and leah's hands suddenly disappeared, your skin burning where they'd once been.

"that is so not fair!" you protested, turning on your heel to glare towards a smug looking leah, poking at her chest angrily. "don't know what you're talking about gorgeous, guess your aim was just off." the blonde simply smiled cockily, knowing she'd now won.

though sensing her girlfriends growing annoyance leah reached for your hand, pulling your body into hers and stepping the two of you in between two pinball machines, briefly tucked away from sight.

"leah catherine williamson you are an unbearably bad loser and-" not even giving you the time to finish your sentence the taller girl cut you off by bringing your lips together, pressing your body against the arcade wall.

leahs hands settling themselves on your hips tucked away under her jacket you'd stolen from her earlier in the night, the defender slowly swiped her tongue against your bottom lip, taking control of the kiss as your arms wrapped around the back of her neck, tangling themselves in her blonde locks.

though before the two of you got any further carried away someone winning a game meant a loud siren went off behind you, the two of you jumping away from one another in shock at the abrupt noise, sharing a look before breaking out into soft laughter.

"come on hangry, lets go get you some food then." you smiled as leahs stomach rumbled yet again, previous annoyance melting away as it always did when it came to the mischievous footballer you were head over heels for.

"no i think we should head home, i'm hungry for something else now." leah murmered quietly, thumb stroking your jaw, lips curling into a smug smile at how your cheeks flushed scarlet at her suggestive tone.

"plus i think you're due for a little outfit change baby girl. a deal's a deal, right?"

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I watched the first three seasons of 911 back when that was all that had aired and just didn’t keep watching after the break between seasons for whatever reason. I also didn’t really get buddie, I just thought it was a beautiful friendship. I’m now on a rewatch and just got to the end of season 4 and boy am I all in, Buck’s reaction to Eddie getting shot and the aftermath really made me get it. Anyway, I was wondering if you have any fic recs for a buddie newbie? I’m probably gonna speed through the rest of the show in a few days and need something else to occupy me hahah

hey bud, welcome back to the world of 911!! 🥰 okay so i have some previous fic recs that i've posted here and i also have 489 bookmarks on ao3 which you can have a scroll through here (i only ever bookmark something for rereading or reccing purposes so can confirm i've read and loved them all)

but i'll do my best to make a somewhat cohesive list below of some of my personal faves. i have no doubt i'll probably leave some out accidentally but they'll definitely be in my bookmarks so 100% check those out too!! ❤️

The Nearness of You by allisonRW96 / @homerforsure

Eddie reassured himself that he could do this. Other teams coming in were probably going to be staying at the same hotel in the same double rooms and it was very possible that none of them were going to be having sex. Or even lying awake at night thinking about it. Or: Buck and Eddie go on a work trip.

Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by HMSLusitania / @hmslusitania

“We’re here for our grandson,” Helena says. “Chris is still sleeping,” Buck says. “I meant, we’re here to take him back to Texas,” Helena clarifies. “Yeah,” Buck says. He’s too tired, way too tired to be tactful. “Over my dead body.” -- An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.

To Build a Home We Deconstruct Our Rituals by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels /@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

After the shooting, Eddie realizes he needs to put some things in place. Like who will get his assets if he dies. Who will speak for him if he ends up in a coma. What might happen if his family contests Buck's guardianship. Luckily, he's got a simple easy-peasy solution that won't result in insanity, catastrophe, or heartbreak: Marry Buck.

standing on the brink of emptiness by woodchoc_magnum / @woodchoc-magnum

In which Eddie is struggling in the aftermath of being shot, learning how to take care of himself and realising he's in love with Buck; and Buck is dating Taylor, taking care of Eddie and Christopher and trying to figure out why he's so goddamn confused about everything.

across our great divide (a glorious sunrise) by catchingpapermoons

“We’re working on it,” Maddie explains, shooting Chimney a look. He nods seriously. “In couples therapy.” “Huh,” Eddie says, and then he thinks about it. "Do you think Buck and I would benefit from couples therapy?" — or, Eddie gets Buck to come to couples therapy with him.

darling, the future's better than yesterday by rarakiplin (gmontys)

Eddie, ten years younger, in this awful 2010, blinks up at him. He's still sitting slumped on the curb, and for a second Buck thinks he might tell him to fuck off, but then his eyes fall shut and there’s something — aching and painfully vulnerable in the bend of his mouth, the faint tension in his brow. “My…um, girlfriend, I guess. She’s pregnant.” “Holy shit,” Buck says. - or, buck deals with some wonky dimensional/time travel and then breaks up with his girlfriend. eddie, obviously, is involved.

i'm here (i’m yours for the taking) by farfromthstars / @buckactuallys

“Everyone!” Around forty heads turn, and Buck shifts on his feet uncomfortably at the attention. “This is my old friend Buck and his husband, Eddie.” “Uh,” Buck makes, turning to Eddie with wide eyes. Eddie's looking just as stunned. “Connor, I think you got–” He cuts himself off when Eddie wraps an arm around his waist. ~ at the winter wedding of an old friend, buck and eddie pretend to be married to each other. the plan has no weaknesses, obviously, not even mistletoe or anyone’s secret feelings… they call it the season of giving i'm here, i'm yours for the taking

Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

In 1880, Evan Buckley of the arriviste set is sent out west to oversee his family's railroad and recover from a broken heart - and meets Eddie Diaz, cowboy. When fate tears them apart, they make a promise: find each other again. In 2018, Buck walks into his fire station in Los Angeles - and meets Eddie Diaz, new recruit.

no kingdom to come by waywardrenegades

Family, FaceTime, guilt trips, phone calls, church, heart healthy meals, and learning how to let yourself be happy. Whatever that looks like. or; when his father experiences a health scare, Eddie flies to El Paso.

when i was shipwrecked (i thought of you) by catchingpapermoons

Buck walks toward Jee-Yun’s room, still talking, and Christopher trails after him, asking excited questions in response, and Eddie’s smile grows. He wants this forever. Everything, every part of it; Buck, Christopher, and him—that’s all he needs. And— Oh. Oh no. He shuts his eyes for a moment, inhaling sharply. He’s looking at Buck, and feeling something strictly not platonic at all. or: Eddie needs to learn how to let himself feel, and one step at a time, he learns how to do just that. (And he falls in love with Buck along the way.)

i don't swim and you're not in love by hattalove / @hattalove

She turns to Eddie and says something else, but Buck is busy fighting the headrush he gets at the sound of Ana Flores calling Eddie and Christopher 'the boys'. Like they belong to her already. God, what’s wrong with him? What is this? or, eddie cooks, chris domesticates a slug, and buck tries to figure out why he hates his best friend's girlfriend. to everyone's immense shock and surprise, it goes badly.

everything's coming up milhouse by hammersmiths / @bucktommys

LAFD Updates (@L*A*F*D_Metro) LAFD Alert: Red-level traffic on Gardiner Road this morning. If you are trying to get into the city centre consider taking Westerley Lane. buck 🔥🔥 (@firebuck) so true bestie or, Eddie mans the LAFD Twitter account. Buck tries to be supportive.

said i couldn't stay, but it's different now by hattalove

“I think,” he says, watching Karen pull Hen out onto the dance floor, their eyes never leaving each other’s, “I think I’m just—sad.” Maybe. That feels like a close enough word to describe this gaping maw right in the center of his chest. It’s only really there sometimes, taking little bites out of him, easy enough to ignore, but today is worse. “About being single at a wedding,” Eddie says, not a question. Buck shrugs. “Sounds stupid when you put it that way.” or, the one with the four weddings (feat. a drunk karen wilson, shania twain, a single cheerio, and some confessions over cubed fruit).

cause i'm tired of sleeping alone by rarakiplin (gmontys)

Buck goes on dates now. Not often, and never with the same girl twice in a row, but he goes on dates. And the thing is — the thing is, Eddie can’t be mad about that, because he goes on dates too. - or, five (ish) times eddie and buck go on dates with other people, and one time they go on a date with each other

so far from being free by allisonRW96

"That’s Daniel. He was our brother. Buck doesn’t know what to do with the past tense. He never had a brother. He’s always had a brother. He gained one and lost one in the same breath and it feels impossible. But even if Buck was capable of doubting Maddie, the truth of her confession is evident in the way it throws every facet of his childhood into sudden perfect clarity. That yawning, arctic absence. The unnamable fear. The impenetrable target of his parents’ approval that he was never, ever going to be able to hit. That they didn’t want him to hit. He has a brother. A dead brother who has haunted Buck’s steps for his entire life."

don't let the tide come and wash us away by writerforlife

Buck develops a relationship with the ocean, avoids talking about the day Eddie was shot, realizes he might be in love, and drives. Order may vary. (a fic for the "Buck is going to break all the way down in season 6" truthers)

dance, for all that we've been through by catchingpapermoons

The Los Angeles Ballet’s 2022-2023 season ends with a bang with their fresh take on a ballet staple, Swan Lake. Artistic Director Bobby Nash is in his eighth season with the Los Angeles Ballet, and it has flourished under his direction. However, his associate, Eddie Diaz, is the one whose reimagining of the choreography has caught our attention... (or, Eddie Diaz moves to L.A. to restart his dance career, and ends up choreographing a show, finding a family, and falling in love. Not necessarily in that order.)

I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

When Eddie joins the 118, he and Buck don't exactly hit it off on the right foot. Or continue to walk on the right foot. In fact they kind of can't stand each other. Good thing they each have a beloved anonymous pen pal to share their daily woes with, someone completely unlike their insufferable coworker. Or, in which Buck and Eddie love each other before they know each other, and know each other before they love each other. When Eddie joins the 118, he and Buck don't exactly hit it off on the right foot. Or continue to walk on the right foot. In fact they kind of can't stand each other. Good thing they each have a beloved anonymous pen pal to share their daily woes with, someone completely unlike their insufferable coworker. Or, in which Buck and Eddie love each other before they know each other, and know each other before they love each other.

never felt this way before (yes i swear) by withoutthetiger

It’s the summer of 2022, when Buck no longer wants to be called Evan, and it only occurs to his parents to mind. It’s after the pandemic – or so they say – and before whatever hell will befall the world next, when Buck can’t wait to join the LAFD in September, and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever meet someone as gently strong and fiercely protective as his big sister. It’s the summer he goes with his family to the One Eighteen Ranch & Lodge. *** A Dirty Dancing AU, set in Texas in 2022, featuring a whole lot of familiar faces in a not so familiar place.

Fragile lines (and wasted time) by Mellaithwen / @mellaithwen

“Hey Buck,” Christopher says a little shyly, before reaching out to grab Buck’s foot through the hospital blankets—shaking it in the same way he’s woken his father up on many a bleary-eyed morning. The familiarity of the gesture makes Eddie’s head spin. But of course, there’s no response from the comatose man on the bed. “I thought you said he was sleeping,” Chris mumbles, angrily swiping at his cheeks, and Eddie’s already broken heart shatters all over again for whatever hope his son had just lost when his expectations were so cruelly dashed. . While Buck sleeps, and dreams in the aftermath of the lightning strike, Eddie tries desperately to hold himself together.

Don't Take the Money by HMSLusitania

“You know, being stuck here isn’t actually the end of the world,” Chimney says, coming up to the table and picking up one of the smoke detectors. “It just feels like it, Buck. Trust me, I know.” “I’m pretty sure it might actually be the end of the world,” Buck says. “Considering this is the sixth time I’ve lived this day.” Chimney stares at him for a beat and then his eyebrows lift. “Wait, are you like – dude, are you in Groundhog Day?” OR The post-lawsuit time-loop AU literally no one asked for.

keep your eyes on the road by iriswests / @fcntasmas

Buck used to speed through yellow lights; now they’re his favorite part of the drive. -- or; a glimpse into buck and eddie’s developing relationship, told through ten moments stopped at a traffic light

Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston

The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind. +++ [Eddie is the newest firefighter at the 118. Buck is the ghost haunting the 118. Unfortunately for both of them, Eddie's also a witch and needs to put Buck's spirit to rest, because that's what witches do. Turns out, Buck's spirit? Super not interested in being put to rest. Very interested, however, in flirting with Firefighter Diaz, who is just trying to survive his candidate year. (Also turns out, Buck? Super not dead.)

as lucky as us by hammersmiths

One of the first things Ravi learned when joining the 118 was to, under no circumstances, think too hard about Buck and Eddie’s relationship. But brother, they could try make his job easier. “I mean, I get it,” Buck’s saying, overhead, and Ravi’s knee-deep in literal human crap and even he can smell that shit from a mile away. “You and Tommy have a lot in common.” or, Ravi continually suffers as a third-wheel.

#anon #asks #911 related #buddie fic rec #happy reading anon!!!#like i said this is only a tiny list in comparison to the amount i've read and loved

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