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hiya-itsamber · 3 months

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COMING HOME - NASH HAWTHORNE X READER

Word count: about 4k, sorry if it's too long 😭 You’re welcome to be the first person to (help me) tag this under #nash hawthorne fanfic or something (: + this wasn't checked entirely, so sorry if there's any errors :,)

Having spent most of your childhood years in the area, Texas City was nothing new to you. However, now returning for the first time in almost a decade, it just didn’t quite feel the same.

Your life was quite literally perfect, you recalled, right up until nine years ago. Your childhood and early teenage years were filled with opulence, extravagant parties, and the privileges that came with being a member of one of the more wealthy families in the city. Being in these elite circles limited your social life, and only allowed you to mix with those of the same status. There weren’t too many rich folks in the South and even fewer of those who had children. Most of them were too snobbish, too stuck up for you to want to speak with, and the lack of options led to many failed attempts at making friends.

It didn’t come as a surprise to anyone when you finally clicked with the mischievous brothers Hawthorne.

At the ripe age of only seven, you were wreaking havoc with the Hawthorne grandson just a year older than you—Nash. As soon as you saw the little boy with the cowboy hat standing beside his grandfather at a social, you knew you wanted to be friends with him. And that you became.

Every soirée, fundraiser, gala, you name it, you and Nash were found fooling around. Crawling under the immaculate, cream colored dining cloths and holding your own parties under the tables? Check. Tossing handfuls of grapes at each other in the corner of ballrooms? Check. As you grew up, your little stunts only got bolder. Sneaking into the coat room and swapping the jackets, making a mess of the chocolate fountains, changing the classic violin music playing over the speakers to pop music that had guests gasping. Sometimes you didn’t get caught. When you did, the both of you would get scolded together, but it was so worth it.

You and Nash were inseparable. Where he went, you followed. Okay, maybe you were the one hanging onto him. But he didn’t mind. He liked having you around.

Of course, there was Grayson, Jameson, and Xander Hawthorne, too. The first you didn’t like so much. He reminded you too much of the kids you couldn’t make friends with. The two younger ones, though, were fun, also contributing to the entertaining chaos you and Nash loved to cause. But they were more of annoying younger brothers than friends to you.

What started out as seeing them during fancy dinners turned into meeting up outside of those said dinners. Countless afternoons were spent at Hawthorne house, playing board games and just talking. Occasionally, as you grew older, the esteemed Tobias Hawthorne even let you participate in their Saturday morning puzzles.

You were convinced you couldn’t live a better life once you were accepted into Heights Country Day School, the same school Nash had been attending since a year prior. You and Nash were closer than ever, and sometimes you let yourself wonder if maybe, just maybe, you were something a little more than close friends. Your fifteen year old self was convinced that nothing, nothing could go wrong.

That was, until something happened.

In the week you learnt that your father had gotten into the habit of gambling, he lost a very massive bet. You’d barely been at Heights Country Day for a term before you were stripped of the money to go to the school, the title your family held.

Somehow, your shrewd businessman of a father squandered your family’s wealth without you even knowing it until you were flying out of Texas City. You found yourself plummeting from the pinnacle of society to…plain old middle class.

A normal high school, with normal people. A normal apartment, normal dinners, normal, normal, normal. Gone were the extravagant banquets and social gatherings. Gone was the family legacy.

Gone were the Hawthorne boys. Most importantly, gone was Nash.

The only thing you had left and held dear was one of the many spare cowboy hats you took from Nash and never managed to return. You wore it on Halloween for that first year out of Texas City.

No matter how many times you tried to contact him, you couldn’t get through. You didn’t expect to, knowing how hard it was to reach someone of that status. You yourself were once up there.

Luckily, your father didn’t lose so much money that it was terrible. In fact, you guys were still quite well off. You didn’t miss the status, or the money, or the events. You missed something—someone far worse.

Nine years later, you find yourself in Texas City again, to speak to your uncle who took over the business after your father was displaced. To hopefully be able to work in the prestigious company and earn back what your father had lost.

Countless times, the many scenarios of what might have happened played over and over again in your head, all a little different from the last. Some of them were about taking over as the CEO of your family business—most of them were about meeting Nash.

Yet there were so many ‘what if’s. What if he didn’t remember you? What if he didn’t want to speak to you? And the one that haunted you the most. What if he’s in a relationship with someone else?

No matter how many times you tried to convince yourself that he wasn’t, he isn’t—you were sure it would’ve been reported in gossip sites if he was—you couldn’t help but stress over it.

Another thing you were stressing over? Forgetting how the bus system worked here and ended up getting stuck in front of the information board that just started looking like a bunch of colored boxes and bus numbers and stops.

Which is where you’d been for the last half an hour. It was the dead of the night, and taxis weren’t going to the airport frequently at that time.

You were about to give up and splurge on a taxi when a voice greeted you.

“You look a little lost, darlin’.” His voice was so much deeper, so much older and masculine, the Texan accent thickened that you almost didn’t recognize it at first.

Seeing the cowboy hat casting a shadow over those familiar mischievous eyes made you want to burst out laughing or sobbing, you weren’t sure. Maybe a mix of both. You weren’t sure how long you stood there, staring at Nash Hawthorne. You doubted you would even recognize him if not for seeing him occasionally on the news, but, oh, he was so different in real life.

Tall, slightly muscular build, broad shoulders, relaxed posture, the lines of his face that were difficult to make out in the dim lighting of the street lamp and much less under the hat. So, so different but so, so him.

“Do we know each other from somewhere? You look vaguely familiar,” he mused, removing the cowboy hat with one large hand to properly reveal his face.

You burst into tears, and any previous daydream scenarios about playing it cool all crumbled.

His eyebrows shot up. “I’m sorry, did I do somethin’ to offend you?”

“Nash,” you found yourself blubbering, tears falling onto your cheeks faster than you could swipe all of them away. You realized you probably looked a mess, and tried to pull yourself together. This was not how it was supposed to go.

“Oh.” His slightly awkward, pitying smile faded. “Oh, sweetheart. C’mere.”

Dropping your single duffel bag onto the floor with a thud, strong arms pulled you into his firm chest, the cowboy hat in one hand digging into your back but you didn’t mind. Looping your arms around his neck, you forced yourself to calm down. You didn’t even expect yourself to react like this. You thought he’d be a stranger to you, even though you prayed he thought about you.

Nash Hawthorne, your partner in crime, the odd little cowboy at functions, the Hawthorne with a heart as big as his hat.

The hug was more than just a simple hug. It felt like coming home. It wasn’t awkward or tense or anything you hoped it wouldn’t be. It was…perfect.

“I missed you so much,” you whispered into his shoulder, clinging onto him like he was your lifeline.

A warm chuckle vibrated through his chest and you could feel it buzz through your bones. “I missed you, too.”

Taking one last deep inhale, you took a step back. Without the tears clouding your eyes, you could make out the features of his face. He’d gotten way more handsome over the last few years, as if he wasn’t already attractive enough—to you, at least—at sixteen. Tender hazel eyes and tousled brown hair, his lips quirked up into that charming smile you missed so terribly. An unzipped leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders and arms, and he wore jeans and scuffed boots. Where he used to act a little awkward dressed like this, he seemed completely used to it now as if a leather jacket and a cowboy hat was what he slept in.

“Hi,” you whispered, tugging your own jacket closer to hide the flush creeping up your neck.

His grin widened, placing the cowboy hat back on top of it his head to cover the mess of brown hair. “Hi. Wanna explain what you’re doin’ here?”

“Yeah, um,” you hugged your arms around yourself. “Trying to figure out if a bus comes here at this time.”

“Not here here, just, y’know, in Texas.”

“Oh. Work, I guess.” You shrugged a shoulder.

“Okay,” Nash—Nash! Your brain still hadn’t recovered from seeing him, from the rush of dopamine he seemed to give you—drags the word out. “And to answer your question, no, buses don’t come here at this time. Do you need a ride?”

“Yes, please.” You told him your destination and picked your duffel off the floor, adjusting it over your shoulder. “What’re you doing at the airport in the middle of the night anyway?”

“Droppin’ somethin’ off for Xander, y’know how it is, kid,” he said in that smooth, drawling accent of his, easing the strap of your bag off your shoulder and hanging it over his instead.

You had too many things to say, but none of them could come out fast enough before the both of you stopped by a motorbike. Your jaw dropped, eyes wide as you looked between him and the bike. “Is this yours?”

“Yeah.” He ran a hand over the seat of the bike with a proud smile before picking the helmet up and catching you off guard by placing it over your head. It was a little big but cramped at the same time, but it smelt like him—wood and leather and paper money, so you didn’t mind. “Let’s go.” He jerks his head to the bike.

Excitement buzzed through you as you climbed onto the beautiful bike, feeling the handles appreciatively. “This is insane! When-”

Before you could continue, Nash was behind you, his chest pressed against your back. He dumps your bag onto your lap, telling you to hang on to it, before his arms caged you in as he reached for the handles. He was so warm, so comfortable, you wanted to sink into him and stay there forever.

“Wait, don’t you need a helmet?”

“Nah,” he adjusted his hat so that it wouldn’t fly off. “No one’s policin’ the roads at this time, it’ll be fine. Just sayin’, allowin’ you to sit in front of me is also illegal, but then-”

A thrilled yelp left your lips instead of a reply as the engine rumbled to life and Nash kicked off, picking up speed as you two zoomed down the empty road lit only by streetlamps and the half moon. You had one hand steadying the bag between your legs, the other on the metal of the handlebar. The wind on your skin and the rumbling of the engine mixed together to create the most exhilarating experience of your life as the two of you zoomed down the open road. Halfway through, light raindrops started to fall, the drizzle turning into a full-on shower as you two pulled up by the apartment you rented for the time being.

With your bag under Nash’s arm, the two of you raced to the shelter where you keyed in the passcode to open the door to the apartment building with his hand casually on the small of your back. The door swung shut behind him, muting the sound of the heavy rain. Then the both of you looked at one another and started to laugh, all disheveled appearance and wet clothes.

“Come on,” he said, shaking his head and still smiling. “Where’s your place?”

“Seventh floor,” you replied, looking around for a lift and groaning when you didn’t find one. “I don’t wanna take the stairs.”

A mischievous smile toyed at the corners of Nash’s lips and you couldn’t even form a protest before he was hoisting you over his shoulder and your surprised shriek sounded through the corridor. “Nash!”

“Shh, people are sleeping,” he chided, hands on the back of your thighs to lock you in place.

His hat jabbed into your side with each step and you brought your fists down on his muscled back. “Let me down, asshole! There is no way in hell you are going to make it up seven flights of stairs without one of us dying and it’s going to be me if you don’t put me down!”

“Yeah, yeah, sweetheart, I missed you too.”

He started going up the stairs, his hard shoulder digging into your stomach and your legs kicking, watching as your duffel bag swung against his other hip with every step. Giving up, you slumped down against him, a scowl on your face.

Eventually your feet touched the ground in front of the only door on level seven. Turning to Nash with your hands on your hips, you were about to open your mouth and grumble at him, but the young man flashed you a dashing grin and raised an eyebrow. He didn’t even have the decency to look slightly winded. “Yeah, darlin’?”

You scoffed at him despite the warm rush that made its way through your veins at his words, smacking the side of his bicep. “Don’t do that next time.”

“Why not?” he asked while you unlocked the door. “You said you didn’t wanna climb the stairs, and you didn’t. You should be happy. Where’s my thank you?”

“Thank you,” you bit out, shoving him into the house and locking the door behind you. “You’re ridiculous.”

“That I am, darlin’.” He dropped the duffel bag on the floor and removed his hat, leaving it on the small table that was too tiny to be considered a dining table.

He flicked the light on. The place was a small, cozy studio apartment you found for cheap on a B&B app, and rented out for the next two months. There was a queen sized bed in the corner, a sofa so tiny it could probably only sit two people if you squeezed, a closet, two chairs at a small table beside the kitchenette, and a bathroom. The time on the clock showed 2 in the morning, and the rain outside was pouring down heavily, hitting the windows even as you drew the curtains shut.

Nash frowns and nudges the bag with the heel of his boot. “You’re staying here for a while and all you have is this?”

“My dad’s coming down for a little while next week so he’ll bring the rest of my stuff,” you said, picking the bag up and starting to unpack. “You wanna stay around for a while? I don’t think the rain’s gonna stop anytime soon and I doubt it’s safe to get back in this weather.”

Nash took his brown leather jacket off and draped it over one of the chairs before sitting on it, and you tried your best not to stare at the way his arms and chest filled out the white shirt snugly. You couldn’t look away fast enough, and he caught you staring. “Yes?”

“Nothing.” Kicking your now empty bag to the side, you sat on the floor with your legs drawn up to your chest. “So, how’s everything lately? I’m sorry about your grandfather.”

He hummed in response. “Apart from that, nothin’ much. You?”

“Oh, you know. Been spending time trying to avoid my dad and help mom.”

“I’m sorry.” He pulls a face.

Unsure of what to say, you exhaled. The silence between the both of you was a little awkward—or was it just you? A yawn stretched across your face that had Nash saying, “If you’re tired or anythin’ I can leave-”

“No!” You cleared your throat, embarrassed. “I mean, don’t go.”

There was an amused grin on his face as he stood and stretched. “Go take a shower. I’ll wait.”

Half an hour later when you got out of the shower, there were fresh sheets on the bed and pillows and Nash’s large frame was sprawled out across the couch, making it look almost minuscule. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“Made the bed,” he told you. “Connected your phone to the WiFi too. Don’t worry, I didn’t go through anything.”

“How did you get into my phone?”

He shrugs. “I guessed. Don’t you change your password?”

“Why do you remember my password?”

“I remember everything.”

The words made your heart still and beat even faster at the same time, hear rising to your cheeks.

Nash offered you a lazy smile and raked his eyes over you as he got up, moving to stand closer to you. You were so close you could count the few sun freckles on his nose and cheeks if you wanted to.

And of course you had to ruin the moment by blurting out, “Do you want to spend the night? I mean- I can, like, sleep on the sofa, you can have the bed. You made the bed anyway. I just don’t want you driving in the rain-”

You shut up when his gaze dropped to your lips and lingered there a second too long.

“Sorry if that was weird,” you apologized, wringing your hands.

One corner of his lips quirked up. “You were always weird anyway.”

“Hey!”

“It’s okay. I like you better like that.”

Butterflies. Butterflies you hadn’t felt in your stomach since you last saw him as a hormonal teenager. You thought they went extinct as you grew, but apparently not.

“If your offer still stands, then, sure, I wouldn’t mind staying. And don’t be silly, darlin’, that’s not a sofa you can sleep on.” He spared a glance at said sofa, then turned back to you. “I don’t see why the bed’s a problem. There’s plenty o’ space.”

Heat rose to your cheeks. “If you’re fine with that.”

“If you’re fine with that. My clothes are dry now, if that’s what’s botherin’ you.”

You didn’t care about his clothes being wet. You were more than fine. Way more than fine.

As you tucked yourself under the cold duvet, Nash turned the lights off before walking in long strides over to the bed. You felt the bed dip as he lay down beside you, the both of you staring at the ceiling silently, quiet breaths drowned out by the sound of rain.

“Nash?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

Turning over, you let your eyes wander the silhouette of his face in the dark. The little ridge in his high nose, his lips slightly parted. He was handsome in a way you couldn’t explain.

You could see the way his lips tilted up a little before he turned on his side to face you too. “Tell me a secret.”

“I stole one of your hats before I left. Still have it,” you said proudly, then laughed.

“That’s not a secret. I knew that.” He was so, so close, you could feel his minty breath on your cheek. Of course, leave it to the Hawthorne boys to still have fresh-smelling breath in the middle of the night.

“I dunno.” You shrugged. “You tell me one.”

“Hm,” Nash pretended to think, a glint in his eyes despite the dark. “You promise not to tell anyone?”

You grinned. “Pinky promise.”

“Okay, well. I…wanted to be your first kiss, and I had everything planned out, but you left before I had the guts to do it.”

You didn’t seem to hear anything past the word kiss, everything in your head coming to a halt. Nash flashed you that charming grin of his, raising an eyebrow.

“Nash…”

“Hm?” The low rumble of his hum almost had you shivering.

“You said ‘wanted to’. Do you still want to? I mean, you won’t be my first kiss, but maybe you’ll be the first one I actually like,” you returned his smile, albeit rather shy.

“I would.” One large hand came up to the side of your face, hovering above your cheek so you could barely feel the warmth radiating from his palm before he pushed some stray hair off your cheek. His hand lingered there and suddenly he didn’t feel quite as confident as he did just moments ago.

“Okay,” your voice was barely above a breath, and your fingers wrapped around his wrist. “My turn to tell you a secret.”

“Go on.”

“I wanna kiss you too.”

“Yeah?” He wet his lips, and your heart flipped in your chest as your gaze dropped to his mouth. His hand locked itself behind your neck, half tangled in your hair, as the both of you slowly seemed to draw closer together, almost like magnets in slow motion.

Raising yourself up on his elbows, you gasped as his lips met yours, going completely still. Everything stopped making sense as your entire universe narrowed in on where his lips were against yours and his hand was warm at the nape of your neck, buzzing with heat and energy you were so sure you were about to explode.

Nash began to murmur, right up against your lips, “It’s okay if you-”

You pressed your lips harder to his, cutting the words off with a deep groan that reverberated under your palm that was on his chest.

God, oh god, oh god, oh god.

Suddenly you were on top of him, your face cupped on both of his hands as he led the kiss. Slow, steady, strong presses of his lips against yours, short circuiting your brain. And oh you almost melted when he groaned into your mouth again, carving out a place in your memory for that sweet sound in hopes that you’ll never forget it.

The kiss said everything you didn’t. Secrets and promises and much the two of you missed one another and all the stories yet to be told, but this was far more efficient than talking.

You’d take kissing Nash Hawthorne over anything and everything all day, every day.

His pupils were wide and blown out when you two finally stopped, circled by that ring of amber in his gorgeous eyes. Your hair fell to the sides of you like a curtain as you looked down at him, but two of his hands pushed it back before pulling you down again and crushing his mouth to yours. It was more feverish this time, almost messy with the way your teeth and tongues clashed, heavy breaths hanging low in the air alongside the sound of the lightening rain.

He kissed you until you were dizzy and senseless and when he finally lay you down beside him and wrapped an arm around your waist, dropping a kiss on your hair, you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

You weren’t sure about how things were going to work out, regarding your job, your personal life, him. But you knew that his kiss held a promise, and you heard it loud and clear. He was going to stick around this time, no matter where it took either of you. He wasn’t going to lose you for a second time.

It wasn’t easy to be comfortable or fit in anywhere you went, but you fit with him like the perfect puzzle piece. He knew that, and he was determined to offer himself to you as your home for as long as you'd stay.

-🍀

ANON???? BHUFVJDKCM ANON. ANON!?!?!??

ok i've read this a stupid amount of times before i'm posting this and i just wanna say that you did him SO much justice. (also "4k, sorry if it's too long" !??!?!?! CMON I FEEL BLESSED THAT IT'S EVEN 4K THAT'S INCREDIBLE, THIS IS A MASTERPIECE) you wrote nash SO WELL!? so in character i was kicking and giggling and screaming the entire time?????

also when i tell you i shouldve recorded my reaction to reading this because the AMOUNT OF TIMES i fully had to put my phone down and compose myself cuz i was giggling like an idiot.

the cowboy hat stealing, the motorbike ride, the forced proximity, ONE BED??? HE CARRIED HER UP THE STAIRS???? LIKE HELLO!!!!!! HE'S TJHE MOST PERFECT MAN EVER AND 🍀 ANON YOU WROTE HIM SO SO WELL I CANNOT BTGUFRHDJNK!!!!

i FULLY melted into my chair at the kiss, i was SCREAMING. "tell me a secret" oH MY GOD??? also the fucking pet names i couldnt contain myself ofc we have darlin' which is a nash classic BUT ALSO THE SWEETHEART GOT ME ALL TWIRLING MY HAIR AND SHIT LIKE HELLLLLOOO!!!!!!!!

sorry this is just one big mass of me screaming and crying and throwing up because i'm in love with nash hawthorne AND THIS FANFIC. bestie you are a BLESSING to the nash girlies i hope they all find this and read it a million times like i did

thank you sm for writing this!!! it was the best thing ever to wake up to, hugs and kisses x100!!! mwah <333

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jiggy-manda · 1 month

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lynnmanda blurb <3

sooo i really wanted to write something with a pothead!mandy x lynn type vibe but i never got the inspiration to finish it so i figured i’d post the little drabble here

no warnings, just weed and stuff. takes place in the third movie ofc,,, amanda lacks the ability to not cuss every other word but it’s not really angst or anything amanda just always has a bit of an attitude u know

lynn looked around the warehouse for a moment, sniffing a few times. “it smells like weed in here,” she said while crinkling her nose.

amanda turned and gave her an incredulous look. “seriously?” she asked, gesturing to the different inventions scattered around the building. “you’re here, and you’re worried about a little weed?” she she scoffed, gesturing around their current location.

“i mean, im just saying…” lynn started slowly. “im not judging, or whatever. just, you know… be careful where you get it from. people like to mess with it, you know?”

amanda stared at her like she was crazy. “i spent years sticking a needle into my arm without fear of where it came from or where it’d been and you think i care about a stupid plant?”

“well, they’re both plants,” lynn said pointedly.

“jesus fucking christ,” amanda let out, rubbing her palms down her face. “do you ever shut the fuck up?” once again, amanda stared at her, eyes fixed on the surgeon. “i know it’s a goddamn plant,” she snapped.

“i wasn’t trying—”

“you know, you’re really annoying,” amanda cut her off. “do you ever get tired of being a smartass?” she asked.

lynn sighed in response; she could never win with her. “i’m not trying to be a smartass, amanda. not everyone is out to get you.”

“you know i could kill you at any time, right?”

lynn only paused for a moment before speaking again. she was used to this type of behavior from amanda— death threats and outbursts weren’t that surprising anymore. “isn’t that against the rules?” she said calmly.

amanda’s gaze snapped up, all the playfulness suddenly gone. “do you see him over there?” she gestured to john and his heart rate monitor. “asleep in that hospital bed? unaware of what’s going on around us?” she turned back to face lynn. “these are my rules.”

lynn felt her nose flare and did her best to swallow her words as she nodded silently. she knew firsthand just how dangerous amanda could be; she knew what amanda could do when she was angry enough, and the worst idea would be to encourage or trigger that anger. if it were left up to lynn, she wouldn’t even be entertaining the simple idea of having a conversation with the serial killer, but she also knew that she didn’t have a choice. if she was gonna have to wait in fear of the shotgun collar eventually going off, she could either do it by being civil with amanda or by saying nothing at all. either way, lynn was stuck with her.

with a shaky sigh, the doctor spoke again. “what can i help you with?” she asked, forcing herself to sound cheerful.

amanda shrugged. “i dunno. john’s vitals are stable, we have most of the stuff he needs… i don’t really have any traps to work on right now either.”

lynn tried to make it subtle when she swallowed. something about amanda talking about her… hobbies so casually made her even more on alert than she already was.

“so… what now?” lynn asked, trying to appear unfazed.

amanda pointed at a box sitting in the cubby she called a bedroom. “remember when you said it smelled like weed?”

lynn took a deep breath and nodded. “yeah.”

amanda looked at her with a grin. “wanna indulge?”

#amanda young #lynn denlon #lynnmanda #amanda young x lynn denlon #lynn denlon x amanda young #saw 3 #saw drabble #shotgunshipping

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rattycattyfanfic · 4 months

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hi rattycatty i’m a huge fan of your lynnmanda series and i have a prompt!

my vision: Amanda on her knees, Lynn standing above her. Lynn sets a piece of Amanda’s hair on fire with her cigarette and won’t let her put it out until she says so, and she’s also not allowed to look away. Mandy is squirming and whimpering but Lynn just smiles

this is the reason why Amanda chops all her hair off again

hi!! thank you so much <33

i think. my brain is broken, bc somehow, lynn burning amanda's hair feels....a little more cruel than i'm comfortable with, but ashing in her mouth? burning her tongue? fine. hot. degrading. it's not exactly what you prompted, but.....have this? could fit in bark like a god universe, but like, could also not. whatever.

lynnmanda, rated m, short, unedited, dont hit me, etc

tws: smoking, degradation, dom/sub (without sex), sadomasochism, putting a cig out on someone's tongue!

Amanda smokes still, now and again. She sneaks out for secret smoke breaks when the chaos of her brain gets too much, when her skin begins to itch with the urge to hurt herself. She microdoses self-destruction, huddles up in her hoodie and indulges in the old habit of smoking, and then sheds her hoodie, hides it at the very bottom of the laundry basket, and sprays herself down with deodorant to mask the reek of tobacco. She knows how to hide her habits. She’s well-versed in the art of sneaky cigarette breaks.

Still, all her caution and wiliness can’t save her when she gets caught red-handed. Lynn finds her huddled out by the back fence where they put the bins out, cigarette between her shaking fingers, and she can’t do anything except blink owlishly.

“Those things’ll kill you,” Lynn murmurs, wrapped in her robe. The corners of her eyes crinkle with concern.

“Mhm,” Amanda hums. “I know,” she says, and pulls her hands up into her sleeves as if she can hide the smoke, pretend that she was never even here in the first place. “Lynn–”

“Give,” the doctor bites out between gritted teeth. She sticks a hand out, gestures for the cigarette. Amanda acquiesces, blinking. She knows Lynn had once smoked, wonders if she’s going to take a drag or if she’s going to throw it to the ground and stomp it out. It could go either way. Lynn always finds a way to surprise her, somehow.

She does neither. Amanda hands the cigarette over, and Lynn takes it, pushes her gently down to her knees, down onto the rough of damp concrete paving slabs. “I want you around as long as possible,” Lynn says, soft, kind, toying idly with the cigarette between her fingers. Amanda gazes up, curious, scolded, willing to lose the brief rush of nicotine for the thrill of whatever is about to happen here.

The doctor places her fingers gently against the girl’s lower lip, pressing down. Soft in her silk gown and cotton pyjamas, but domineering all the same, commanding Amanda’s attention. “Open.”

Amanda does. She parts her pink lips dumbly, her irritation over her interrupted smoke break fading fast, replaced with curious excitement. Lynn nods, pleased, and then hooks her fingers into her mouth, holding her open, wide. Amanda tries very hard not to drool down her chin and fails seconds later, saliva welling up and spilling over onto Lynn’s waiting fingers.

“I don’t like the thought of losing you,” the doctor whispers. She eyes the cigarette, turns it over in her grip with a thoughtful look. “Especially not to fucking cigarettes. Dying of emphysema or lung cancer after all the shit we’ve survived.”

Amanda whines, tries to mumble a smart response, but she can’t with Lynn’s fingers in her mouth. She manages a muffled groan, wordless and pathetic, and then gives up. She curls a hand into a fist against the crotch of her cargo pants, pulsing hotly.

“So pretty,” the doctor says to herself, cocking her head. And then she brings the cigarette closer, so it hovers an inch away from the girl’s mouth, and taps it once with her finger. The burnt end falls away, hot ash crumbling against Amanda’s tongue, bitter and burning. “I want you to quit.”

It tastes fucking foul. Amanda jumps at the unexpected burn, her tongue twitching in her open mouth. She successfully curls her tongue and shakes the ash away, can’t spit with her mouth open but allows it to drool out around the corners of her mouth, disgusting and glistening. Lynn ashes the cigarette off once again into her mouth, and then presses the red hot tip against her wet tongue. It burns, sharp and stinging, and Amanda winces, jumps, whines. Her hips rock up into her fist.

“Say it. Tell me you’ll quit,” Lynn growls, dark eyes shining in the grey winter daylight. She holds the cigarette staunch against her tongue, watching it smoulder against the soft vulnerability of her mouth, her pink tongue.

“I’ll–” Amanda mumbles, and then gives up. She bites down on the fingers in her mouth and wrenches herself free. “I’ll quit,” she manages the second time around, without fingers in her mouth. “I’ll fucking quit, fine.” She spits angrily, a mouthful of saliva and ash landing on Lynn’s pretty garden paving.

Lynn pulls the cigarette away and discards it quickly, throwing the dead stub down into the gravel between the paving slabs. “Good,” she says sweetly. “Thank you,” she says, and sounds genuinely relieved. She strokes through dark hair tenderly, pushing a stray hair back between Amanda’s ear, and nods. “That’s all I wanted.”

Amanda nods, head down, her mouth still full of the bitter taste of burnt tobacco and ash. Her heart thuds, not unpleasantly, and then Lynn is helping her up off the ground before her knees begin to ache. She kisses her, swiping her tongue over the sensitive burn left behind by the ash, soothing where she’d hurt, always tender after their moments of violence.

When she pulls away, she whispers, “I’ll help. Nicotine patches, gum, whatever you need. But I want you around, ok? I don’t want to lose you, Mandy, not now, not ever.”

Amanda nods again, blinking, and feels oddly touched. “Ok. Ok, sure,” she agrees, and thinks of Lynn picking up patches for her, helping wean her off nicotine. Maybe if she’d had someone like Lynn around when she was younger, she wouldn’t have fallen so far. Would’ve, should’ve, could’ve, whatever. It doesn’t matter now. She nods, peers up at Lynn in her robe, soft with concern, and promises, “I’ll quit.”

#lynnmanda #shotgunshipping #amanda young #lynn denlon #saw #prompt #drabble #rated m #2024 #romance #angst #asks #anon #answered

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modern-harrypotter · 5 months

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Inside Hermione Granger’s Schoolbag

Sheaths of parchment

Special pockets to hold her quills

A broken inkwell that has long since dried

Muggle candy wrappers and one (1) Cadbury Egg

A small notebook filled with tiny writing filled with muggle cooking recipes, letters that were crossed out with so much ink it bled through, and potion recipes and haphardly written reminders)

One (1) muggle ballpoint pen

Her beaded bag that has an untraceable expansion charm sewn into the seams

A large notebook filled with letters that have been folded into the pages from her parents, polaroids from Colin Creevy, and the letter Pansy wrote that made her fall in love

A lanyard from a bookshop she frequents with her house key

A coin purse heavy with galleons

A letter Harry had written to her from 1st year that made it to her before the Dursley’s could prevent Hedwig from flying away

An undetectable expansion charm is also sewn into the seams of her school bag.

A catnip toy for Crookshanks

One broken pencil that she smuggled from home to make note taking easier

#hp social media au #hermione granger #lynn drabbles

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bitchin-beskar · 1 year

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ok since i know we're in the mood............big boi paz our beloved.......................i KNOW his cock is big and i KNOW it would be hard to but i wanna cockwarm him so bad 😔

kooks u know im absolutely in the mood for our big boi paz i will simp over that man any day of the goddamn week, periodt

also this is a fucking divine thot and i thank u for blessing me with such divinity, enjoy some fun times below the cut bc i cannot help myself

also while im personally putting this in the college!athlete!roommate!paz universe it can stand alone too

ok so i started writing this and i realized i wanna write way more than a drabble so this is gonna end up being it's own post at a later time, but here's some of it rn lolllll

Gods, he was gonna split you in half.

You stood completely naked, on shaky legs, in front of Paz where he was sitting on the couch, his chest bare and his sweatpants tugged down just enough for his cock to spring free, resting against the taut skin of his stomach, flushed and weeping. He looked far too composed for a man who’d just spent the better part of an hour fucking you on his fingers and his tongue to prepare you for what he wanted you to do.

It was fucking infuriating.

It was also hot as hell.

His lips curled into a cocky smirk, as if he could read your mind. You were very pointedly trying to keep your eyes trained on his face, which was made all the more difficult when he wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself. You couldn’t help yourself as your gaze flickered down to where his hand was wrapped around himself. Even with his own hand, he still looked disproportionately large, and not for the first time, you wondered how exactly your poor pussy was going to survive this... exercise.

“What’s wrong, bunny?” Even his voice was cocky, and even though Paz was your best friend, you felt a very strong urge to strangle him. Still, there was that little voice in the back of your head that was salivaiting at the mere thought of getting him inside you.

You were unreasonably proud at how steady you managed to keep your voice, given what your body had been subjected to and the looks he was leveling you with. “You’re not gonna fit, Paz.”

He didn’t answer right away, instead holding the hand not wrapped around his cock out to you, a silent request. You didn’t hesitate to step forwards and place your own hand in his, letting him tug you forward until you were standing inbetween his legs. Even like this, with him seated and you standing, you were looking him in the eyes. Paz was just that big.

“Don’t worry about that, bunny,” Paz said as he used his grip on your hand to encourage you to turn around, his hand moving to grasp your hip as he pulled you closer to him. You let him guide you, fingers clenching and unclenching in anticipation. He paused for a brief moment to swipe his fingers through your folds, an approving hum leaving him when he deemed you were still wet enough, before returning those fingers to his cock, slicking himself up with your release. Then, he was pulling you down, letting your weight rest mostly against his chest as he notched the head of his cock at your entrance. You sucked in a breath at the sudden pressure, but made an effort to relax.

He made a soft shushing noise, his hand helping to steady you as he began to lower you down, the pressure increasing slowly until the head of his cock was suddenly inside you. You gasped slightly at the intrusion, your thighs tensing at the unfamiliar sensation. You’d had sex before, certainly, but your ex was a much smaller man. Even your toys had never been quite this large.

“P-Paz?” You breathed, voice shaking.

He immediately paused, and you could feel as he kissed the back of your bare shoulder briefly. “Yeah, bunny?”

“W-What if… what if you… d-don’t… what if you don’t…” You trailed off, suddenly embarrased. You were likely far less experienced than his previous partners, and you wondered-not for the first time-how exactly this arrangement was going to affect your relationship with Paz.

But Paz seemed to know what you were trying to say. He tutted softly, brushing his lips against the length of your throat, his smile soft against your skin. “Don’t worry, bunny,” he murmured, starting to work you down again, his cock slowly sliding further and further into you as your mouth fell open at the stretch.

“I’ll make it fit.”

#lynn’s sleepover #sleepover!#asks #asked and answered #mutuals and friends #college!athlete!roommate!paz vibes #college!athlete!roommate!paz #send me more car!paz asks pls and thank u #car!paz au #car!paz #smut #drabble #that's gonna turn into a fic #no lies #it's already over 1k #cockwarming hellooooooo #paz comes with his own warnings #big boi paz #paz has a big d*ck

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justlikemebutsixfootthree · 1 year

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i have matty brainrot so next fic will be matty-centered

#lynne talks!#guys please help a girl out #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fic #the 1975 smut #the 1975 imagine #fanfic #matty healy fanfic #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #matty healy drabble

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the-traveling-poet · 6 months

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In appreciation of hitting 200 followers, here’s another mindless Levi drabble~

Sleepy!Levi being needy, because who doesn’t love a little OOC Levi from time to time :)

By the time you’d made it to bed that evening, you were absolutely flabbergasted to see your lover already tucked in under the quilt adorning your shared bed; covers draped over his shoulders in such a way that you could only make out his raven hair poking up and splaying across the pillow behind him.

You nearly did a double take at the uncanny scene laid out before you, the urgency of slight concern creeping into the back of your mind. Was he ill? Did something happen?

The need to check up on him blended easily with the need to join him, so you hastily slipped out of your work attire and donned something more comfortable to sleep in; one of his tee shirts, of course.

Pulling back the covers gently so as not to wake him, you crept into bed and attempted to lie down near his relaxed figure. Before your head even hit the pillow, his eyes were peering up at you from under the quilt that covered every part of him from the bridge of his nose down. Staring back into his eyes in surprise, you lowered yourself down onto the pillow.

“Levi darling, is everything okay?” you whispered.

“Is now,” his raspy whisper came out muffled from the cover. “Thought I’d beat you here so I could have more time with you.”

Smiling at his answer, you shuffled closer; only to have his arm drape over your hip and tug you the rest of the way across the bed to him. Wasting no time, he wrapped the quilt across your shoulders and tucked it around the two of you. Being eye to eye with him, and only being able to see his eyes, you chuckled softly.

“Look at you, looking so needy for cuddles,” you teased him, but the both of you knew the jest was all in good fun. His eyes crinkled around the corners, a hint that he was smiling under the quilt.

“Yeah? And what if I am? What are you gonna do about that?” Came his muffled and husky reply. Despite yourself you blushed, and brought your arms up to hold onto him as tightly as he held you.

“I suppose I’ll just have to comply with my needy Captain and hold him.” You giggled.

With a sigh of contentment he closed his eyes and hummed in satisfaction, nuzzling closer to rest his forehead against your exposed collar bone. After placing a couple soft kisses to the skin there, he stilled and began to breath deeply.

Realizing he was drifting off to sleep, you smiled to yourself and rested your cheek stop his head and kissed his brow.

“Goodnight, my love~”

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lynnsquared · 3 months

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hyeju first time headcannons? 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 i cant wait for ur comebut❤️❤️❤️

🐬 hihi sweetie, thank u for asking 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 +how is it my comebut if this is my first post 🤔 anyway.. 😖 this is kinda long (1k words 😳) so just pretend its not because. i think about her .. so much..

your first time with hyeju was kind of.. spontaneous?

you two had been dating for 2 months-ish and she invites u over to her house just to hang out as a date 👀

it starts with u and her on her couch as you watched her play a game (but being honest you were probably just staring at her the whole time)

after a little while she lost a major battle and got all pouty and upset 😭🥺 you mostly laughed at her serious reaction to the loss, but you tried to comfort her anyway.

you figured it wouldn't hurt to give her a quick peck on her lips. ofc you kissed before, so you had nothing to be worried about.. and she just looked so cute when she pouted

hyeju perks up almost instantly and ofc you have to tease her more for that, but eventually she pulls you in for another kiss and 🥴

it wasn't long before you felt her hands tug at your waist to pull you into her lap.. i mean like 😭 u were just straight up making out at this point,, and when u straddled her? omg. her head could've explodedkjskjgksg

her hands crept from your waist to your thighs and she gave them a light squeeze, causing you to whimper into her mouth as she kissed you 😵 this turned her on... so .. much ..

you pull away and look into her dumbfounded eyes, but before you can say anything she kisses you again

only this time its way hornier and she's being a lot more.. touchy 😇

"wait, hyeju," you stutter out, prompting her to stop. she looks at you with SO MUCH concern in her eyes, she's super worried that she was making u uncomfortable..

but when you request that you go further? she felt like she was flying.

hyeju is SO gentle but obviously she wants to show off so she picks you up and carries you to her room before laying you down on your back, brushing all the hair out of your face and kissing you again.. her strong hands trailed under your shirt, up your body and then found a place to rest just underneath your breasts, squeezing them lightly

when she heard you moan in response she couldn't help but want more, it was sooo addictive to her 😭🥺

her kisses trailed down to your jaw as she pushed your bra up to feel your sensitive skin, toying with one of your erect nipples as she lowered her head more to press soft kisses all over your neck

she thought u were soo cute when u whined and stammered out desperate pleas for more.. you were so wet but u could barely tell her that cus u were so shy :((

eventually one of her hands slid down to your jeans, unbuttoning it before sloooowwly pulling down the zipper

your chest heaves up and down as your breathing intensifies, looking at her with half-lidded eyes

"hyeju, wait, i've never done this before," you confessed to her shyly.. her cheeks flushed before she smiled reassuringly and told you, "i've never done this either, why don't we learn together?"

this turned both of you on INFINITELY more.. knowing u were each others first made u both SWOON 💞💞

anyways so after both of you had confessed you'd never had sex before she went back to what she was doing before you paused and started to slip your jeans off with little to no struggle

when they were gone and you were left in just your shirt and panties hyeju began to rub circles on your clit through the fabric.

she could feel how wet u were even with the fabric and holy moly.. the physical contact between her fingers and your soaked panties combined with the slew of lewd noises leaving your mouth was too much to handle 😖

your needy whines for more were the only motivation she needed to pull your panties down just a bit, finally making skin-to-skin contact with your soaked pussy

she teasingly slid a finger between your folds while her thumb stayed on your clit,, she looked at you with big pleading eyes, asking quietly "is this ok? are you sure you're ready?" ☹️ her caring words were SO cute but also really sexy somehow??!?

when you nodded at her questions, she gently inserted her middle finger, softening her gaze as she watched you arch your back into her.

she gave you a second before she started moving her hand, "is this hurting you? am i hurting you?"

when you shook your head no she sped up, stimulating your clit with her palm as her finger slid in and out of you

it was so quiet and you were so wet the noises that came from your soaked cunt + your sweet moans only made hyeju want to go harder ,,, which she did 😁

seeing the way u reacted to her speeding up was SO cute to her, she just had to insert another finger ,, 😗

when she slipped her index finger in you placed both of your hands on her shoulders, shaking a bit from how good you felt..

hyeju being the sweet girl she is checked in on you again, making sure she wasn't hurting u,,,

when u told her it was good her lust for you took over again, slightly curling her fingers within you and hitting your most sensitive spots,,

with every motion you felt your climax approaching 😣 when you told her this she encouraged you to let loose and,, ofc u did, cumming all over her fingers

she gave you a second to come down from your high before taking her fingers out of your cunt and licking the mix of slick and cum you'd left from them

this sight is. quite the attractive one, btw..

when it comes to aftercare hyeju is just the most loving person on the planet 😭💞 she kisses u and caresses you soo much, holding you tightly in her arms,,

she tells u how well you did and how happy she was that you let her be your first and how much she loves u, all mushymushy,,

she lets u lay and rest in her bed for a bit before drawing a bath for the both of you, telling you it's just to clean up and she won't bother u with more erotic touches

but you never know 😇🙏

thats it thank you for reading this long long post,,, if u notice any shitty mistakes plz just know i wrote this all when i was very very sleepy 😭 hope u like it anyway,, 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

#lynn's drabbles #loona smut #loona x reader #loona imagines #hyeju x reader #hyeju x fem reader #loossemble x reader #son hyeju x reader #son hyeju x fem reader #girl group smut #girl group x fem reader #sorry i dont know how to tag jkfjkdsfkfks

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