#I love how long Patrick’s hair is

[makeyoumine69]

Clingy!Patrick Bateman x Insecure!Fem!Reader | NSFW HEADCANON

— A/N: This is the winner of my poll about headcanons, you can leave comments about what headcanons you want me to do in the future, hope you like this one!

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Being Bateman's lover was not easy at all — the constant attention, the greedy looks and flirtatious smiles from everyone who saw him actually made you sad, even insecure.

And Patrick knew that, and he didn't really like it, so no matter where you were — at his or your family's house, at some random party or dinner — his strong hands were always on you, stroking your back, squeezing your hips and groping your ass. Sometimes he'd even get his hands on your breasts, and you'd squeal with surprise and embarrassment, but Bateman would just chuckle and try to play with your nipples through the fabric of whatever you were wearing, especially if you didn't have a bra.

If you ever told him that you were insecure or even afraid that he was having an affair, it would certainly boost his ego and he couldn't help but laugh at your worries, while the sadness and pain would tear him apart from the inside because of how many times he had told you that he had his eyes only on you.

Your anxiety would only encourage him to be more overprotective and intimate with you, even though Patrick never liked the intense physical contact during sex, he would let you hold him tight as he fucked you senseless. He would let you pull on his silky hair while he devoured your soaped pussy, moaning as you grinded against his face. Marking would become his favorite kink, after each passionate love session he would admire the result of his work, tracing his fingers along his bite marks. It would hurt but you could take it because you were his good girl.

Even one mention of another woman — Jean, Evelyn or Courtney — would be enough for him to bend you over the back of his white couch, pull up your skirt and give you several hard slaps on your butt.

"Mhm! Pat-Patrick!" You moaned as you felt his long fingers work between your legs, smearing your wetness along your delicate petals.

"Have I told you how much I hate it when you say things like that?" Bateman growled into your ear after kissing the length of your neck. "Have I told you that, brat?"

"Yes," your voice trembled with the excitement of his firm hips rubbing vigorously against your dripping cunt. "I'm sorry, Daddy!" You whimpered, trying to get up, but he pushed you back, pressing your face against the couch and grabbing your throat.

"No, no, no, little one. You're not going anywhere until I say so." 

With that, Bateman would undo his pants with ease, grunting from how painfully hard he was — his throbbing dick would pop out of his expensive underwear, and he wouldn't care to prepare you properly after your bad behavior.

Savagely, Patrick would thrust into your little hole up to his heavy balls, burying his digits in your soft skin and closing his eyes from the blissful sensation of your hot, soaked pussy.

"F-fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart," he hissed and gave another long stroke, reveling in your lewd sounds as you tried your best not to cum here and now — you didn't want to feed his ego any more, because this bastard was arrogant enough. "Mmmm, I'm gonna fuck all those stupid thoughts out of your head!"

His low panting echoed in your voice like a hypnotic melody, and the only thing you could do was to bend even lower and spread your legs for him as he railed you hard, spanking your ass and yanking your hair. 

Bateman always kept his word and maybe one day you would finally believe you were his only one, yet sometimes Patrick thought you were doing it on purpose as you just loved being fucked like a whore.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

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[codywanweek]

PROMPTS 2024 (aug 4-11)

Thank you all so much for voting!! I hope you like this year's selection of prompts 🧡💙

Two notes: Firstly: ✨✨This year Codywan week will be 8 DAYS! On day 8 we celebrate our fifth year of codywan week.✨✨

Secondly: Like last year the overall top 7 of all prompts have been marked orange*. If you prefer having just one set of prompts, you can use these seven!

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Writing

Alternate Universe: Day 1. No/Different Order 66* Day 2. Aro/Ace Codywan (how to write aro/ace codywan) Day 3. Soulmate AU* Day 4. Video Game AU Day 5. Original Kenobi Series Script* (see: here) Day 6. Crèchemaster Obi-Wan Day 7. Modern AU: Teacher/University/Academia AU*

Broad: Day 1. Lightsaber/ Lightsaber training Day 2. “There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.” — Patrick Rothfuss - The Wise Man's Fear Day 3. After the war Day 4. “Subtle” witty banter during the war* Day 5. Hurt/Comfort Day 6. Quiet Love Day 7. Courting

Specific: Day 1. Truth Spell/Serum Day 2. Beating rival suitors off with a stick* Day 3. Take me instead/saving each other Day 4. Raising kids/padawans/kidfic Day 5. Only one bed Day 6. Touch starved* Day 7. Dimension travel (by one character)

DAY 8: 5TH anniversary

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Art

Alternate Universe: Day 1. Rebel Husbands AU* Day 2. Crèchemaster Obi-Wan Day 3. WLW Codywan Day 4. Meet as kids/young Obi-Wan and Cody/Padawan Obi-Wan and Captain Cody Day 5. Celestial Beings AU/(Celtic/Scottish & Māori) Mythology AU* Day 6. Soulmate AU Day 7. Modern AU: Rural type jobs (farmer/cowboy/homesteader)*

Broad: Day 1. "I love you like the sun" Day 2. Growing Old Together Day 3. Kyber Crystals* Day 4. Red string of fate Day 5. Pets and animals (tookas, Boga) Day 6. Touch starved Day 7. Battle couple

Specific: Day 1. Beating rival suitors off with a stick Day 2. Cody with a lightsaber* Day 3. Scars Day 4. One of Cody's antennae is linked to a tracker in Obi's lightsaber* Day 5. Comfy clothes vs. slut attire (a ho never gets cold!) Day 6. Force Sensitive Cody* Day 7. Long hair, hair cutting/trimming

DAY 8: 5TH anniversary

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NSFW (below the cut)

Writing: Day 1. Bottom Cody Day 2. "Good boy" Day 3. Sex Pollen Day 4. Praise kink Day 5. That's not how the Force works Day 6. Gasping/Begging/Moaning Day 7. Service top Cody

Art: Day 1. Kneeling Day 2. One naked/one clothed Day 3. Gasping/Begging/Moaning Day 4. Piercings Day 5. Wedding night Day 6. Shower sex Day 7. Lingerie

DAY 8: 5th anniversary

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@swfandomevents

#codywanweek #codywan #codywan week #codywan event #star wars events #codywan week 2024 #cww2024 #posting for coday 🥰

[darling-i-read-it]

Blue Paint

Dalton Lambert x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: spoilers for insidious the red door, spook spook 

Author’s Note: my decade old crush on patrick wilson was not expecting to make any movement when i saw this movie. However, the much more age appropriate ty simpkins was there with long hair and brooding smiles and i had a moment of weakness. ig up until this movie in my brain he was still 5 and i didn't realize he's older than me

Summary: You are rooming with Chris and are close friends with her and Dalton when he starts to mentally deteriorate rip 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“Dalton? Woah, woah.” 

Dalton snapped his head off the table. Your eyes went wide as you watched him wake up, blinking aggressively. His fingers were still dipping in the paint but they had dried as he slept. 

“What time is it?” he grumbled. His hair was sticking up. He must’ve been out. 

“7. I just got back from dinner. I was gonna ask why you weren’t there but I guess we know the answer to that.” You looked down at the desk. Whatever he had been painting was now a smeared mess. His cheek had imprinted nothing but blue onto whatever the focus was. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean…” He shook his head. “Whatever.” He moved the canvas, starting to put things back as they were. 

“Your face is blue,” you noted. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, now that his brain had caught up to him. You pursed your lips. You lived above him, with Chris. She was the reason the two of you had been introduced and then you ended up going to the same building for your early classes. 

“Chris said something happened at that frat party,” you said. “I just wanted to know what went down from a reliable source.” He shook his head. He was still sticky on the face. Whatever he was using to paint didn’t dry as quickly on his face as it did on his fingers. You put down your bag and looked around for something to clean him with. 

“Nothing happened.” You turned around, giving him a look. He let out a sigh. “I just mean, she was being dramatic.” 

“Chris being dramatic? Now who would’ve thought.” You grabbed a dirty shirt off the ground. “You like this shirt?” you asked. He looked at you, confused. He shook his head. “Cool.” You dipped it in the glass of water on his desk and then cupped his face with your hands. You started to rub off the paint. “I love Chris and I trust her. I just mean, she was saying some weird things.” 

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Ow.” 

“Sorry.” You sat on the unoccupied bed and leaned back. “Anyway. Tell me what’s going on.” He shook his head. He looked goofy, smeared with blue. If he didn’t have such a melancholy look on his face you would probably have laughed at him. “She said something about astral projection.” “It’s this whole thing.” His phone rang. It was on the table, beside the paint. He picked it up, looked at the name, and declined. 

“Was that your mom?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Why don’t you answer?” “Listen, you’re asking me a lot of questions right now and I’m not necessarily equipped to answer a single one of them,” he said, exasperated. You nodded, taking the hint. Instead you sat back up and started to clean his face again. 

“I have nail polish in my room that would help with this. Or, do you have rubbing alcohol?” 

“You sound like my mom,” he muttered. You pursed your lips and narrowed your gaze. “She probably packed something like that.” He looked down at his bag, one of the ones he had left unpacked. You picked it up and put it on your lap. You opened it up and started to look inside. 

“If not, we’ll find some. Or you can go to class in the morning all blue. It’ll really let everyone know how you’re feeling.” He laughed gently. Your eyes flicked up at him. There was something about him that you felt a fierce need to protect. There was a puppy dog aspect to his features, in his eyes. “Ah ha. Mrs. Lambert for the win,” you muttered as you pulled out some rubbing alcohol and a towel. You tossed the bag aside otherwise. And dumped some water on it first, then started to scrub. 

“I can astral project,” he said slowly. You stopped rubbing, meeting his eyes. He was dead serious. “I think. That’s what Chris said anyway.” You nodded slowly, continuing your work. “You think I’m crazy.”

“No. I just think you stopped your sentence with no more details and I’m waiting for them.” 

“I can see myself when I’m asleep and then I’m in this other world. Walking around, except no one can see me,” he said. 

“This paint is gonna stain,” you grumbled. You sat back. “You haven’t talked to your parents?” 

“No. Why would I talk to my parents about this?” 

“I dunno. Maybe it was something you did when you were a kid and they would know about it. Maybe it’s genetic.” 

“So what, are you like the astral projection expert now?”

“Dalton,” you said. “I’m just trying to help.” He let out a sigh. 

“I know. I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “Do you really think it’ll stain?” 

“Yes.” You winced. “Can’t imagine you can skip Armagan’s class tomorrow hm?”

“I’d rather face the embarrassment.” You nodded once. “I’ll take a shower. See if it cleans it off.” You nodded. 

“Mind if I hang around? Cleaning calms me. For some reason I think I should be stressed.” He shrugged.

“Mi casa es su casa.” 

“Sweet. Thanks D.” He dug around his bag for some clothes while you grabbed some more napkins. The door gently shut behind him as he left, leaving you alone in his room. The night light and his lamp illuminated the desk. You started to take the stuff off the counter, dumping piles of paint into the towel as you did so. You adjusted the light so that you could see everything. 

As you went to move it, Dalton’s phone turned on. You glanced at it, seeing the face of a pretty woman who had Dalton’s smile. You would’ve known it was his mom even if there hadn’t been a name to go with her phone call. 

You started to put it down, then glanced at the door. 

Answering it would be weird. 

You had never talked to his mom. Granted, you kind of hardly knew him. But clearly he was going through something and you were a strong believer that a mom could help figure anything out. 

After glancing back at the door you swiped the answer on his phone and brought it to your ear. 

“Hello?”

“Hi…sorry is this Dalton’s phone?”

“Yeah! Yes, sorry. He’s taking a shower and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t pressing,” you explained, far too quickly. You cleared your throat. 

“Oh!” She cleared her throat. “Are you one of Dalton’s college friends?” She paused. “Are you a girlfriend?” You laughed nervously. 

“Oh Mrs. Lambert I don’t know-” You started to regret answering the phone. This was definitely too weird. 

“No, sorry, that was a weird question.”

“This is a weird conversation.” You cleared your throat. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah. I was just calling to check in on him, he hasn’t called that much. Would you tell him to call? I worry. He’s a brooding guy and I just wanted to make sure he was making friends out there. I mean, I guess he is making friends, considering you’re close enough to be answering his phone.” She stopped for a moment. “Is he alright?” 

“Yeah! Yeah, he’s…” You glanced at the door. “Actually Mrs. Lambert, I did answer for a reason.” 

“Renai. Please. And I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Y/N.” 

“Y/N. Why did you answer?” 

“He’s been a little…off lately. I mean, everyone understands going to a new place and starting school and whatever. But he was at this frat party yesterday-”

“He went to a frat party?” 

“I don’t have details, I wasn’t there,” you said, and had the heart to imagine him there and laugh. “He’s been acting kind of weird when he goes to sleep. Something about astral projection. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”

Suddenly she was quiet. She was stammering and then she was silent again. You glanced back at the door again. You weren’t sure how long he would be gone. 

“Can you tell him to call me Y/N?” 

“Yeah. Is there…anything I can do to help him?” She was silent again. You could almost imagine her, biting at her nail, wondering what was going on, what she had done wrong. You wondered what the past had brought with this subject. What happened to earn her silence? 

“No, I’ll talk to him. Thank you for answering and letting me know.” 

“Of course. It was nice to meet you, Renai.” 

“You too Y/N.” She hung up and the silence was more threatening now that the conversation was over. She gave you no real comfort. In fact, now you felt worse. 

“This is for sure staining. Do you think Armagan will care? Maybe she’ll think it's an artistic expression.” You jumped at the sound of Dalton’s voice. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You still had his phone in your hand. He stared at it, confused, his eyebrows knit. 

“What’re you doing?”

“I really think you should call your mom D.” He looked even more confused now. His hair was wet and matt against his head.

“Did you talk to my mom?” 

“I know that’s super weird,” you admitted. “But she called and you didn’t answer earlier and I just got worried. I’m worried about you.” He narrowed his eyes on you. 

“I’m fine.” You handed him the phone.

“She sounded worried when I mentioned you hadn’t been sleeping well. Maybe you should-”

“I appreciate your concern but I’m okay. Really.” 

You handed him back his phone. You had managed to clean up the remaining paint but you hadn’t moved around any of his supplies. You bit your lip and gestured to them. 

“I didn’t move this stuff, I wasn’t sure where you wanted it.” 

“Thanks.” 

“I think the blue is a power movement by the way,” you said. He sat down on the bed beside you. 

“I think I’ll be okay in the morning,” he admitted. “Though I’ll get some weird looks. It might be a good topic of conversation.” 

“For sure! I mean, I’ll for sure talk about it.” He rolled his eyes. “Chris will also talk about it.” 

“She likes to talk.” 

“She’s extremely funny.” 

“She is, isn’t she?” You smiled gently and looked down at your lap. 

“I should probably leave you to it then. You probably have to visit some other realm in the night, huh?” He half nodded, running his hand through his hair. 

“What did my mom say?” You met his eyes.

“She thought I was your girlfriend.”

“You did answer my phone,” he countered. “That was on my bedside table.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Out of concern!” You shook your head. “She wanted to know if you were okay and if you had made any friends.”

“So you told her I couldn’t sleep?”

“Again! Concern!” He chuckled a bit and pulled his legs up onto the bed. He leaned against the wall, looking over at you. You turned around, a playful smile on your face. You wiped it off. “You should call her.” 

“I will, I will.” You started to sit up but he grabbed your arm, pulling you back down. “Where’re you going?” 

“Back to my dorm. Leaving you to sleep or walk or whatever it is you do when the lights are out.” He stared at you. You tried to read his expression. Soft, needy, trying to be guarded but doing a bad job at it. “Or I could stay. We could have a slumber party.”

“I like slumber parties.” 

“Me too,” you said, smiling. “Do I get to grab my pajamas or am I being held hostage?” He rolled his eyes. “Chris is gonna get jealous. She likes slumber parties too.”

“You can invite her down.” 

“There’s only two beds,” you said, gesturing to the two.

“We can share.”

“These are twin beds.” Dalton smiled, a genuine smile. He shrugged. 

“We’ll get close.” You wanted to hit him but refrained, just letting yourself blush. You stood up. 

“I’ll be back down in a second.” You opened the door and then turned around, leaning against it. “I’m not gonna tell Chris.”

“I didn’t think you were.” 

You shut the door behind you, taking a deep breath. Boys with long stringy hair were a downfall to the best of humankind. You couldn’t exactly deny the typical college girl butterflies. 

You pushed open the door to your room. Chris was sitting on her bed, book open at her legs. 

“I’m going out for the night,” you said. You reached for your pajamas. 

“Where’re we going?”

“Daltons.” 

“Sleep over?”

“Yes ma’am.” She raised an eyebrow. “Watching over him. Doing my duties as a friend.” She watched you as you walked around the room, shutting the door behind you so that you could change. 

“In separate beds?”

“Yes Chris,” you said, looking down at her. Her stare remained. 

“For how long?”

“Chris!” You threw your shirt at her. She caught it, laughing gently. 

“Have fun but not too much fun. Make sure he doesn’t astral walk into this bedroom again while I’m sleeping. That was fucking creepy.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Thanks for your support. You’re an amazing roomie.”

“Oh I know.” 

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[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-eighteen

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: The song choice for this chapter is St. Patrick by Pvris!

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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NOAH

My car idled in my driveway as I trained my gaze hard on my steering wheel, deep uneven breathing overpowering the sound of the radio. I arrived home almost twenty minutes ago but couldn’t gain the strength to go inside. The light in Jolly’s room was on and I didn’t feel like getting the third degree about where I went after I left the pier.

They knew I was taking Y/N home but didn’t know what happened after.

“Noah,” Y/N moaned while rubbing her pussy over my thigh.

My lips attacked her neck in vicious bites as my hand grasped at the skin of her back, anything I could do to pull her closer.

“Let me fucking cum, Noah.”

I rested my head against the headrest and let out a strangled breath as different memories clouded my mind.

I sat on the edge of Bailey’s bed, a beer bottle hanging loosely between my fingers. It was my third one in the last hour; body tipsy from the alcohol. From the second I stepped inside her apartment, Bailey offered me a drink, wanting to know what I did today. But instead of talking, I drank while we watched a movie in her bedroom.

Both of us were feeling the effects of the alcohol and Bailey was standing in front of me, hands running through my hair.

“I’m fucking depressed,” I hiccuped after taking another long drink of my beer. “I drink like a fish and have needs that aren’t being met.”

“I can help you with that,” she kneeled in front of me, hands reaching for my shirt as her lips grazed over my neck.

I felt stiff in her embrace. “I can’t”

“You can,” Bailey’s hands snaked up my shirt, dragging her nails over my abdomen.

I squeezed my eyes shut at the memory, letting out a broken breath. “I can’t fucking do this. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Bailey sat in front of me on the bed, naked, but my eyes were straight on hers, not daring myself to look farther down.

“On your knees, face the wall,” I demanded while rolling the condom over my cock.

Angry eyes stared down at it, feeling betrayed by how hard I was. It wasn’t anything like how I was with Y/N and I knew it was only because of the thought of having an orgasm.

Anger still radiated through me as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. How could I have done that to Y/N? How would she ever forgive me?

“Noah,” Bailey moaned. 

I grunted while pausing my thrusts to shift us so her face was buried into the pillow so I couldn’t hear her. 

Bailey felt nice but nothing like Y/N. With my angel, it felt as if she was my missing piece when we connected, it was as if our souls were becoming one. The way Bailey moaned wasn’t the same either;  pretty but not what I needed to properly get off. 

I stared down at her back to see a small butterfly tattoo on her shoulder. Pretty but nothing compared to the tattoos Y/N had. Her body and image filled my vision and I gripped the hips in front of me tighter. 

“Oh,” she writhed underneath me. “Shit.” 

“Fuck, angel. You feel so good.” I panted. 

Y/N’s bright smile radiated my thoughts when my eyes closed and I thought of her laugh as I came inside of the condom.

“You’re a pig” I spat out into the confines of my car. “I thought of Y/N the entire time.”

The selfishness began to eat away at me, this cowardly facade. All I needed to do was tell Y/N my feelings and have her sit down and listen.

Shit. 

First I needed to tell Bailey, whatever this was, was finished. 

Nice, you’re going to break up with her hours after having sex?

Why was I holding onto something I didn’t want? I kept trying to fill the loneliness of Y/N.  She was everywhere. Why couldn’t I just tell her how I feel? 

Rejection?

Is it because sometimes I have a lisp? 

No, idiot. She doesn’t care about that. 

Suddenly with a choked sob, it hit me that the fear of being abandoned again was holding onto me like a vice. 

Stay here, you’re comfortable. Stay here- you’re comfortable in your weakness and your temptations; your temporary fixes.

These moments were easy to hide behind. Bailey was easy to hide behind. The alcohol was always easy. Something new I hid behind was the sex and I just wanted to drink until it was fatal. 

What a fucking mess.

The light turned off in Jolly’s room but I still wasn't ready to head inside. I felt safer in my car where I could chastise myself for my actions. I ran a shaking hand over my face as my knee continued to bounce in anger. 

Y/N stormed into my life like a fucking tidal wave. Every day I couldn’t believe this was how I’d ended up. I told myself after everything I’ve been through there was no time for love, no time for the commitment, no time for anything. 

Survival; that’s it. That’s what you know.

The second I stepped off the bus that first day of the tour, my eyes landed directly on Y/N, I knew that everything I thought and decided about my life was going to be different.

I repeatedly replayed this evening and continued to feel disgusted with myself and my actions. Bailey was lovely, too sweet, but I knew she didn’t truly see me as a person. She saw me as the man with the voice- I couldn’t blame her, none of this was her fault. I need to end it. 

But then it hit me again, what I’d done. 

Oh no. I have to tell Y/N.

I couldn’t handle losing her again. 

I smacked the steering wheel. “Fucking idiot! Idiot! Stupid!” 

My breath became erratic and stuck in my throat as my chest constricted with pain. I felt my pulse quicken, my heart pounding loudly in my ears, and I shook my head. 

“Shit, no. Not now.” My vision became hazy, unable to see in front of me as a sob crawled out of my throat. 

Breathe, dumbass. Breathe. Countdown like Dr. Poulos says. 

5. 

I took in a deep breath, holding it in. 

4. 

I blew out my breath for two seconds. 

2. 

Another deep breath, holding it, as the fuzzy vision began to clear.

1.

Letting out my breath, I felt all of my oxygen fill my lungs again and the pain in my best subsided. 

Once I felt centered, I ran my hands over my thighs and when the light in the living room turned on, noticing someone peek through the curtain I knew that I couldn’t hide out here forever. I needed to face what I’d done. 

“I need a fucking miracle. I need some fucking help,” I muttered while climbing out of the car, slowly stalking towards my house. 

Just as I predicted, Jolly was sitting on the couch, watching something on the television and when he saw me walk in, his attention immediately went to the sour expression on my face. 

“Hey,” Jolly said softly. 

I nodded in return as I made my way towards the stairs, just wanting to wash away Bailey’s scent. 

“Everything alright?” He asked as I made it about halfway up the stairs. 

I gripped the railing as my jaw ticked. “Nothing, man. Don’t worry about it.” 

“No, don’t avoid this. We all came back home hours ago, it doesn’t take you that long to drop off Y/N. Where the hell were you?” 

 “I-uh-something happened tonight.” 

Jolly turned off the television, giving me his undivided attention, so I turned towards him now. 

“With Y/N?” 

“And Bailey,” I admitted. 

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “What the hell happened?”

“I didn’t mean for it to get this far with Y/N. We were listening to Death of Peace Of Mind and it just happened,” I sighed. 

“You fucked her in the car?” He gasped. 

“No. No!,” I waved a hand in the air. “But we were pretty close. I was seconds away from taking off her pants when Bailey called.” 

“Noah, come on. You need to break off this situation you're in with Bailey. Both you and Y/N need to cut this crap already. It’s not healthy for either of you.”

I rested my arms on the railing. “I know, I know. I want too but its another day of us going in fucking circles.” 

Jolly raised a brow. “Is it the rejection or something else that has you stalling now?” 

“No!” I rushed out too fast.

“It sure seems like it. You’re insecure and worried Y/N’s going to leave again which is why you’re playing both sides. But you can’t have your cake then back up when things get to real, Noah. Its fucked up especially because we already know how she feels about you. You already know.”

I swallowed the large lump in my throat as I prepared myself to say these dreaded four words. Regret filled my veins as the words fell from my lips into the air, telling Jolly what happened after I dropped Y/N off.

I slept with Bailey. 

“She didn’t want you to stay?” Jolly wondered. 

Another flashback to a few hours ago. 

I snapped out of my drunk and sex-hazed nap when a hand grazed down my chest, and stomach, before stopping right at my cock. Bailey was seconds away from wrapping her fingers around it and I jolted from the bed, searing for my clothes.

 “Where are you going?” She asked, letting the sheet fall from her naked form. 

I spun on my heels so I didn’t have to see her. “I’ve got an early day in the studio.” 

“Oh, you don’t want to stay?”

“I can’t,” I muttered, fully dressed, 

I slipped away from her with a light kiss on her cheek. 

“I couldn’t stay, man. It wasn’t right. This entire night wasn’t supposed to be like this,” I stammered over my words, thanks to the alcohol still flooding through my system. 

“Noah-.” 

“Y/N walked away from me tonight, Jolly! After the moment we shared, it felt right; real. But she still just fucking left,” I snapped, raising my voice. 

“What is she supposed to think? You’ve been twisting Y/N’s mind around too,” he said with a stern voice. 

“I didn’t see it that way,” my shoulders fell with defeat. “This thing with Bailey was never supposed to go this far. It was only supposed to distract me from Y/N. I’ve overthought every fucking thing.” 

Jolly raised to his feet before meeting me halfway up the stairs. “That’s why we keep telling you to either discuss this shit with Y/N or your therapist at least because what you’re doing isn’t working.”

Flashes of Bailey in her bed tried to come to the forefront but I shook my head, forcing it away. I needed help; I needed something to block out these images. 

“I’ll be in the studio,” I muttered while ascending the stairs once again. 

“It’s 2 in the morning, Noah,” Jolly called after me. 

“Don’t care.” 

NOAH

A knock sounded on the door, stirring me awake from my slumber in the computer chair. The bottle slipped from my fingers onto the floor at my feet, spilling only a little bit of the dark ember liquid on the carpet. 

Shit, Jesse’s going to kill me for staining it. 

“Noah,” Jolly said while walking into the room. 

I threw a hand over my shoulder, letting him know I was still here, but kept my gaze trained on the screen in front of me. 

“Do you know what time it is?” 

I grunted in response, suddenly wishing I hadn’t dropped my bottle to the ground. 

Jolly sighed before pulling the chair away from the computer, eyes staring straight down at me. “Are you drunk again?” 

“No, just a little tipsy,” I sighed, not wanting to fight him. 

After the hell of the last twelve hours, I was exhausted; mentally and physically. Jolly didn’t deserve the anger I felt for myself directed towards him. 

“I have this melody in my head, I have to get it out. It’s eating away at me,” I said. 

He nodded solemnly. “You’ve been in here for the last few hours, though. Why don’t you take a break? Shower, eat something, get some sleep, and then we can both work something out. Alright?” 

“I just can’t-,” I shook my head, long disheveled hair falling into my face. 

“You’re not gonna drink what you did away, Noah,” Jolly lifted me from the chair, tight grip on my arms so he could force me to look into his eyes. 

“You’re going to sleep the rest of this bullshit off, then when you wake up, you’re going to have some food, a shower, then we’re going to fucking work. Wipe your face and get right. We’ll figure this out.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” I shot back, the stubbornness radiating off of me in waves. 

Jolly snorted while brushing away the invisible dirt from my shoulders and straightening my shirt. “Watch me.” 

I reached for the bottle, holding it in front of my face. The dark ember liquid sloshed around in the glass as Chase’s voice rang loudly in my head. 

Y/N doesn’t need another Trey. 

“I’m not fucking Trey!” I set the bottle down on the desk with a loud thunk. “She doesn’t deserve that side of me. She deserves the best of me.”

Even though I didn’t say her name, Jolly knew who I was talking about. “No. You’re not, so let’s get right. Cut the shit. You made a mistake, don’t let that sit inside you. Get it out.”

“I didn’t mean it, all I saw was Y/N,” I admitted with a sob, a lone tear rolling down my cheek. “I want her back so bad, man. I love her.” 

This wasn’t the first time I’d admit my love for Y/N out loud but every time I did, it made my heart stutter wildly in my chest. 

“I know,” Jolly sighed while giving me a small smile. “First things first, take a shower and get some sleep, alright?”

I sniffled, standing straighter. “Okay.”

READER

This was such a bad idea. I should not be doing this. I should have immediately declined but Malcolm agreed for all of us before he knew what happened. I couldn’t back out now, much to my dismay. 

With a sigh, I threw on my swimsuit cover before sliding on my sandals. Matt wanted to throw an end-of-summer pool party at his place. As much as I didn’t want to face Noah, the idea of hanging out around the pool with my friends and beer sounded relaxing. 

“Hey, are you almost ready? Malcolm’s waiting in the car for us.” 

Looking towards my open door, I smiled at Chase, who was leaning against the wall. 

“Yeah, I just need to grab my bag.” 

Salem was asleep curled up on my bed and I gave him a soft kiss on the top of his head after grabbing my bag. 

“Something is up with you,” Chase squinted his eyes at me, almost assessing me. 

I shook my head, deflecting his assumptions. “I don’t know what you mean?”

He pointed to my face. “The look on your face, your entire aura.” 

When I walked past him, ready to end this discussion, his arm shot out to block me in place right in front of the door. “Wait, is that?” 

Chase’s finger grazed over a spot on my neck and I smacked it away before covering it with my hand. 

“Is that a hickey?”

“Chase, don’t-,” I began. 

 “Fucking finally!” He exclaimed while throwing his head back. 

I raised my brows while crossing my arms over my chest. “Excuse me?”

“You two must have finally talked. Got rid of the elephant-.”

“No!,” I cut him off while waving my hands. “We didn’t talk about fucking anything. It was a weak moment, which I’m extremely guilty of.”

“Wait, you didn’t,” Chase shook his head, now confused. “Noah didn’t-?”

“Chase, there is nothing to say. He doesn’t feel the same about me, not the way I do. He’s with this other woman.”

“Then what the fuck happened last night? Why do you have a hickey on your neck?” 

I shifted on my feet, avoiding Chase’s gaze. “Their new song was hot and it just happened- it won’t happen again.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Chase pinched his eyes shut. “You can’t be this dense. What is going on with you? Noah doesn’t feel the same? He looks at you like you’re some fucking angel that just got shot down from the sky. How can you not see that?”

“Let it go, please. I waited too long. He wants to move on, and I had no right to do what we did last night,” my breath wavered as I pushed past him into the hallway, ready to end the conversation. 

“Did you fuck Noah?” Chase’s voice carried down the hall just as Malcolm walked back into the house, eyebrows raised. 

“You fucked Noah?” Malcolm gasped, dropping his bag of towels to the ground.

My feet skidded to a halt, head whipping back and forth between them. “No! But, it was getting there. We would have if Bailey didn’t call.”

Chase now appeared in front of me as I stood in the hallway, Malcolm on the other side of him. “Sweets,  you’ve got to stop being so hard on yourself. You made a mistake by leaving that night; we all know that. Noah forgave you, he’s written songs about you, and I know our songs are about him. Just cut the shit and talk to him okay? He loves you, Y/N.  I know he does.”

Tears burned in my eyes as I let out a shaky breath. “If he loves me then why is he with her?” 

Malcolm and Chase shared a look, unsure what the right answer to my question would be. 

“I don’t know,” Malcolm sighed. “But maybe if you two talked to each other. Writing songs instead of letters can only help so much.”

“Can we table this discussion for now?” I asked with a sigh. “I just want to have a relaxing day today by the pool.” 

My roommates and brothers shared another look before reluctantly agreeing. 

The car ride over to Matt’s was filled with the soft tune of the radio while Malcolm drove, hand linked with Chase’s, and I sat in the back marveling at how far their relationship had come. 

In the beginning of Hollow Souls, I knew that there was chemistry between them but they were nervous about what I or Trey would think. Trey never knew because he was too busy being buried in alcohol, but I always knew that they were meant to be together. Soulmates if you will. No matter how hard they tried to deny their feelings, it was Malcolm who made the first move. 

The corner of my lip turned up in a smile when I remembered the memory; it was after our first successful tour came to an end. At the time, Chase lived with me in Las Vegas, before I moved in with Trey, and Malcolm was living in Los Angeles because of better opportunities. Chase didn’t want Malcolm to leave quite yet, something Malcolm picked up on because he invited Chase to visit him soon. 

Only Chase. 

After some late-night talks with me, Chase eventually agreed and spent two weeks in Los Angeles with Malcolm; He returned happier than ever. 

If there was any relationship to study and look up to, it was theirs.

“I’m going to take your advice,” I said suddenly as the car pulled to a stop in front of Matt’s house. 

Chase turned to face me. “You are?” 

I nodded. “It can’t hurt, right? Telling him how I feel,” 

Malcolm looked at me through the rearview mirror. 

“Finally!” He exclaimed. “ Just tell him! Let it out and then you guys can run away and fuck again. Because this late-night moaning of his name is not doing it for me. Our walls are thin.”

I slapped his arm. “Fucking tell me about it. I don’t need to know some things about your relationship, especially when you guys are in bed together.”

MICHAEL

The expression you can cut the tension with a knife had never been more right than at this exact moment. 

I sat on the pool's edge, legs dangling in the water, with Bryan next to me. We saw the exact moment Noah walked in with Bailey clung to his arm, the only way this day would end would be in a disaster. I turned towards Jesse, who was already in the pool and mouthed three words. 

“What the fuck?” 

Jesse’s only answer was a shake of his head. 

Bailey never left Noah’s side, her hand wrapped around his, as they made small talk with Nick. I could see it in the way Noah’s jaw clenched that something was wrong. She kept trying to pull him close but he did his best to keep his distance. 

“Did he forget that Y/N’s coming?” Matt scoffed while sitting on the other side of me. 

“Did Noah mention anything about bringing Bailey?” Brayn asked. 

Matt scoffed again, something about this whole situation was truly appalling. “I guess she kind of invited herself. Folio brought it up in front of Noah, not realizing he was on the phone with her. So he felt obligated.”

“Fuck,” I shook my head while taking a sip of my beer. “Talk about awkward.” 

“I wouldn’t say awkward,” Matt muttered while adjusting his hat.

“Matt, be nice,” Jolly said sternly as he walked past, knocking off the hat so it could splash into the pool. 

Suddenly, the air and tension tilted on its axis when Y/N walked into the backyard with Chase and Malcolm. My eyes immediately snapped over to Noah, who was already watching Y/N with an intense gaze. She turned towards him, ready to say something until Bailey snuck up behind Noah, wrapping an arm around him. 

Noah’s body immediately tensed and when I peered back at Y/N there was a look of hurt or betrayal on her face; I couldn’t tell which exactly and could study it more because she was already slinking away from him, behind the forefield that was Chase and Malcolm. Bailey then dragged Noah towards the grill where Orie was cooking food. 

“Is it just me or is there something there? More than usual?” I asked. 

Jolly, who pulled up a chair behind me, sighed. “All I can say is that Noah was in the studio till about five this morning. I’m even shocked he’s standing upright. He drank half a bottle of Hennesy before spilling the rest on the carpet.” 

“He did what?” Jesse spoke up, gaining the attention of others. 

We ignored Jesse’s outburst and did our best to enjoy the rest of the afternoon, no matter how awkward things were right now. Surely, it couldn’t get worse. 

I saw the expression of bewilderment had come back onto Noah’s face as he stole glances at Y/N while she chatted with her bandmates. It was as though a faint doubt occurred to him as to the quality of his present happiness. There must have been moments when Y/N tumbled any short of Noah’s dreams – not through her fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion.

It had gone beyond her; beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his extreme ghost-like heart.

We’ve all attempted to keep the peace as long as possible, but fuck, is this enough. Especially after the way he brought Bailey here today. The first time Bailey met all of us at Y/N’s welcome home party, that was awkward enough. 

Neither of them could seem to spit out what they wanted. I wanted to tell Bailey to go home.  She’s too sweet for this but yet so fucking naive.  Her head was in the clouds; a mere rockstar in her clouded brain. Noah’s a human being, and so were the two women caught in the middle of this. 

But something changed, drastically, between Noah, Bailey, and even Y/N. It’s been almost an hour and not once did they say a word to each other. They sat on other ends of the backyard; Noah and Bailey sitting just the two of them on one of the lawn chairs while Y/N sat with Chase and Malcolm, joking around with Orie. 

I sensed something while noticing the small things others wouldn’t. I tilted my head to the side, watching Noah and Bailey. The grazing and touching were almost too intimate, especially in front of all of us; Y/N included. Bailey tried to run her hands through Noah’s hair but he flinched away and quickly tied it up on top of his head. Noah had yet to shed himself of his t-shirt but Bailey was donning a green two-piece, hoping to catch his attention. 

Noah didn’t dare glance at her that way, keeping it civil and friendly. 

Bailey laid a kiss on his cheek before she whispered something in his ear, him shivering at whatever she said. It was then that I grasped what happened between them. 

I shook my head while motioning for Jolly, who was now in the pool. Once he swam over to me, I pointed to Noah. 

“Did they?” 

Jolly simply nodded, not wanting to utter the words out loud in case other ears were listening. 

I sighed, disappointed. “You got to be fucking kidding me.”

The way I observed this pool, you’d think I was a swimmer with sharks.

But I knew Noah. I’ve watched him; he smells bullshit like a shark smells blood, even his own. He watched Y/N from the side the entire time. 

To make her angry? Jealous? Who knows. But he was tired of the arm candy; that I could see.  Once again, void of emotions. Just another fucking animal for the ark, that was Noah’s.

Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention and I watched as Y/N hesitantly took off her swim cover. It was a hot day, most of us cooling off in the pool, and it took a lot of coaxing from Malcolm and Chase but eventually, Y/N must have felt comfortable enough to show more skin. I knew parts of her past with Trey, thanks to what Noah had told me, so I was aware of the body issues she was dealing with. 

I didn’t understand why; Y/N was gorgeous, and we all agreed to that. But sometimes when you spend years dealing with all kinds of mental abuse, it takes time to get over those old habits. 

Once Y/N stood in the bright rays of the sun, soaking her almost in a neon glow with her bright red two-piece. The variety of tattoos was fully on display. The small one on her inner ankle made me chuckle, remembering the story Jolly told me about why she got that one. I glanced over to Noah, who sat with his elbows on his knees, chin resting on his palm, as he watched Y/N with careful eyes as she dipped herself into the pool. Bailey kept rambling on about something to him, not even realizing his attention was somewhere else. 

On someone else. 

NOAH

My eyes burned as I watched Y/N dip herself into the pool; unholy skin cooling immediately. Bailey kept rambling on about some random bullshit about the record shop, something I didn’t care about because the only thing I care about was gliding through the water, laughing along with Chase. 

The way Y/N was sitting on the side of the pool, thighs almost wide open. She was soaking wet right now, but not by me and that wasn’t fair. I could remember exactly where her magic was. I know exactly where I’d have to touch, lick or bite. I’d like nothing more than to slide those vibrant red bikini bottoms off her and taste her, begin to have the best fucking meal- happily. Seeing her spread wide open, I could feel myself getting hard, straining against my shorts. I discreetly adjust myself hoping no one will notice and set my attention elsewhere quickly. 

I took pride in seeing her blossom. Y/N was hesitant to take that cover-up off- I knew that. But she found her confidence and as soon as that thing fell off her shoulders it was like staring directly into the sun. I was hot, sweating profusely, and I wanted so badly to reach out to touch her. Feel her skin, lock us both together, almost drowning in this pool.

“Noah, are you even listening?” Bailey chuckled while running a finger down my arm. 

I shifted in my seat so her hand could fall away from me. “Sorry, it’s been a long day.” 

“You should have stayed last night. We could have slept in, ordered something for breakfast, maybe fucked again,” she said. 

I snapped my head towards her with my jaw clenched. Bailey wasn’t exactly quiet but thankfully, Y/N was on the far end of the pool where she couldn’t hear us. 

“I told you, I had to be at the studio early. I couldn’t stay.” 

Bailey brushed a finger over my cheek. “Do you want to stay tonight?” 

Before I could give her an answer, Matt’s voice rang out. “Are you two going to isolate yourselves all day or come swim? It is a pool party, remember?” 

I glanced over toward the group of them, especially at Y/N who was purposely avoiding my gaze which made my stomach drop. 

Did she find out about Bailey and I? 

No, the only person I told was Jolly and he wouldn’t say anything. 

“Come on,” Bailey pulled me up from the chair and tried to reach for my shirt. 

Gently I pushed her hands away, muttering something about how I didn’t want to swim, and sat on the edge of the pool next to Michael. If Bailey said something, it fell on deaf ears, as I quickly picked up on the conversation between Michael and Jesse. 

“Oh, Y/N, your tattoos are gorgeous!” 

My eyes danced over to Y/N, standing back on solid ground, running a towel through her water-drenched hair. I followed a drop of water as it grazed down the side of her neck, over the bright red but small mark, and I nearly choked on my spit. 

“Uh, thank you,” Y/N gave Bailey a small smile as she sat on a chair, accepting a beer from Folio. 

“Any meaning behind them?” Bailey wondered as she swam in front of my legs that were dangling in the water, forcing herself between them. 

Michael saw the scowl on my lips and lightly smacked my arm. 

“Be nice,” he grumbled. 

Ignoring him, I watched with careful eyes as the two women talked. 

“Depends on which one,” Y/N answered. 

“All of them?” 

“Bailey-,” I started. 

“No,” Y/N interrupted. “It’s fine. I don’t mind her asking about them.” 

We locked eyes for a long beat before she was the first one to break it. 

“The floral design on my arm doesn't mean anything, I just wanted a sleeve. Uh-,” Y/N then pointed to the small Spirited Away character on her other arm. “This is from my favorite movie.” 

Bailey shook her head. “I don’t know what that is.” 

“Kaonashi,” I answered. “From Spirited Away.”

“I thought I saw one on your back?” Bailey questioned. 

Y/N turned in her chair, showcasing the large snake and floral tattoo that covered the entirety of her back. Memories of our night together in the hotel room flashed in my mind; my lips kissing over every inch of ink as my finger traced the design. 

“Oh, that’s amazing. What’s the story behind that one?” 

Y/N’s lips in a pulled line; a fake smile. “A snake shed their skin, a way to represent growth. I always found that fascinating so that’s why I got a tattoo of a snake.” 

Bailey’s finger grazed up and down my leg under the water. “What about the tattoo on your thigh and leg? It’s fucking huge.” 

“Uh,” Y/N traced over the ink on her leg while staring down at it. “It’s some of my favorite Greek Gods on top of Mount Olympus. My grandma told me stories growing up and they mean a lot to me.” 

Folio snorted while hiding his smirk behind his beer bottle and I shot him a look, knowing exactly why he was smirking. 

“Let’s just say I was on top of Mount Olympus.” 

“Oh, I thought Greek mythology was all fake? Those Gods didn’t exist.” 

I let out a low noise. “Bailey, I think this game of twenty questions is over.” 

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Everyone has their own things they believe in, Bailey. Especially my grandma, she grew up in Greece believing those same stories.”

“I knew you were Italian because of your dad but didn’t know you were Greek,” I said with a hint of shock. 

She shrugged. “Half. On my mom’s side. 

“Wait,” Nick spoke up. “I thought you were adopted.” 

Y/N nodded. “Yeah at six months old. But believe it or not, both of my birth parents were Greek and Italian which is why I think they chose my adoptive parents. I don’t talk about it much because-.” 

When her words died on her lips, she gazed away towards Chase who sighed, rubbing her back. 

“Because her mom was a bitch, and told Y/N she was adopted on her eighteenth birthday” Malcolm finished. 

“Mal!” Y/N seethed while smacking his chest. “You can’t just call my mother a bitch!” 

“Why the fuck not?” He rubbed his chest. “You’ve called her worse; to her face.” 

Y/N sighed. “Yes, but that’s because she’s my mother. You don’t get that right.” 

Malcolm snorted. “I’ll remember that the next time you wake me up at two a.m. because she drunk called you to tell you how worthless and how pathetic your career is.”

I remember back to that night on tour when Y/N divulged a little bit about her past growing up and while she didn’t speak much about her mom, I could tell from then and even now, their relationship was rocky. 

“I know,” she sighed while playing with the chain of her ankle bracelet. 

My eyes immediately locked in on the bracelet on her wrist and the necklace that hung between her breasts which were pressed together due to her swimsuit. My dick twitched and I had to adjust myself on the edge of the pool in a way to hide my growing erection. 

“Oh, how funny is that!” Bailey said, completely not understanding that the conversation about tattoos was over. “You have a cute little tattoo on your ankle. Noah has one in the same spot.” 

I stiffened, not knowing if she would be able to put two and two together. Y/N gave a curt smile before rising from her chair, muttering something about going to the bathroom. 

Chase could feel the sudden tension so he spoke up. “We have this tradition of getting tattoos done on the last day of tour. So that’s the story behind that one.” 

Bailey, realizing there was no need to pester Y/N any longer turned towards me and rested her arms on my thighs as she looked up at me. 

“Come in. Swim with me.” 

She tried to reach for my hands and I gently pushed her away. “Stop it, Bailey.” 

Her face twitched with pain? Sadness? Whatever it was made my stomach drop with guilt. 

“I’m going to grab another beer,” I mumbled before rising to my feet and trekking inside. 

Except I wasn’t looking for a beer. I was looking for someone specific. The bathroom was in a secluded hallway and just as I turned the corner, Y/N retreated from the bathroom with a look of shock on her face when she saw me. 

“H-hi Mochi,” she studdered while shifting on her feet. 

I stopped a few inches in front of her, breathing in her perfume, and my heart began to beat widely in my chest. My eyes drank in the sight of her as I stared down at her. 

“Hi, angel. How’s the pain today?” I wondered. 

It felt like so much happened between us that I almost forgot yesterday she was bedridden in pain before I came over. 

A small smile curved her lips. “I’m alright. The meds seem to be working which helps alleviate the pain.”

“I can run out and get you a piece of baklava or a cannoli if you want. There’s a great bakery about a block from here,” I suggested while leaning against the wall. 

She hummed while drumming her fingers on her arm as she crossed them over her chest; pushing those perfect breasts up higher and my lips twitched with the want to taste them. 

“I’m fine right now but I definitely will take you up on that offer some other time.” 

We stayed like this, staring into each other eyes, for a very long moment. 

The only sound was our deep, synchronized breathing. In this split second in the seclusion of the hallway- fuck was I reminded; that this feeling has and will probably only happen once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory.

The invisible heartstrings that kept us connected made me cup Y/N’s cheek gently, her turning into my embrace as her eyes fluttered shut.

“Angel,” my voice was low. “I’m really sorry about all that; Bailey. I was on the phone with her when Folio brought this whole thing up and before I knew it she was outside my door.” 

Y/N gazed up at me through lashes, shaking her head. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Noah.”

“No, I do because you don’t deserve to be grilled about your life like it’s an interview.” 

“Mochi,” she said softly, grabbing my arm that still held her face. 

“Listen,” I took a deep breath, ready to tell her the truth about what happened last night. “I need to tell you-.” 

“There’s something I have to say-,” Y/N spoke at the same time. 

“NOAH!” Bailey’s voice echoed throughout the lower level of Matt’s house. “Can you bring me a glass of wine, please” 

Y/N seemed to have snapped back to reality because she sucked in a breath, taking a large step away from me. I wanted to reach for her, pull her back into me, and never let her go. 

“I-uh-should get back,” she pointed over my shoulder before slipping away from me; again.

READER

My eyes burned as I walked back into the main area of Matt’s house but almost came to a sudden halt seeing Bailey leaning against the kitchen counter, a huge smile on her face. 

“Hey, is Noah in here? I can’t find him,” she asked. 

“Nope,” I forced a smile on my face. 

Bailey nodded. “Oh also, this might come off awkward but, I have this friend, he’s really nice and I’m thinking it might be nice if you two meet.

“Oh no, no, that’s not necessary,” I vigorously shook my head. 

I didn’t need her help to set me up with anyone; not when the one I wanted was the one she was looking for. 

“Just throwing it out there! He really likes your music and is really attractive. Don’t tell Noah,” she giggled. 

I swallowed thickly, keeping the fake smile on my face. 

“I’m not looking for anything serious,” I began while playing with my necklace between my fingers.  

Bailey waved me off. “Oh, come on. Give him a chance! Maybe just meet him?” 

“I mean,” I sighed, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to meet him.“

“Cool!” she beamed before pointing behind me. “I need to use the bathroom.” 

With yet another forced smile, I allowed her to walk past me and dared not to look back knowing that Noah was most likely still in the hallway as I walked back outside. 

All it took was one soft touch from Noah to have my heart stuttering, yearning for more than a simple cup of my cheek from him. Last night, it kept playing on a loop in my brain, even when I saw Bailey hanging all over Noah. At first, part of me was furious he’d brought her after what happened between us last night. But then I remembered, what happened between us wasn’t supposed to happen. Whatever this was that he had with Bailey was real. 

But you love him. You should tell him.

I shook my head at the thoughts just as Chase came up to me, my phone in his hand. 

“Your mother keeps texting you.” 

I groaned while taking my phone from him. “I don’t want to deal with her right now.” 

“Everything alright?” He frowned slightly. 

“Noah stopped me inside. I was ready to tell him the truth, about how I feel but Bailey was looking for him,” I sighed while wrapping my arms around myself. 

The sudden LA overcast brought a chill to my bones. 

“Sweets,” Chase rubbed my arms. “Don’t let this stop you.” 

“It’s over, Chase. Noah has her,” I wiped a stray tear away. 

“Y/N, no.”

He reached for me as I walked past him, over to the chair I previously claimed, and threw on the red sweater I bought, not realizing it was the one Noah gave me last night at the fireworks show. 

His suave scent filled my senses and I snuggled deeper into the warmth, noticing the look Jolly was giving me. He was sitting at the table next to me. 

“What?” I raised a brow while glancing over to him. 

He shook his head, a small smile on his lips. “I swear that sweater looks familiar. Like I’ve seen someone else wear it before.” 

Playfully I flipped him my middle finger, which in turn made him chuckle, and when my phone buzzed in my hand I was reminded of the three unread texts from my mother. With a deep breath, I prepared myself for whatever cruel words she sent. 

Mom: Hey it’s me, just checking in. Haven’t heard from you in a while. I know our last talk wasn’t good- I didn’t mean to say those things, but you must see how you pushed me into it.

Mom:  I understand you’re out there living whatever fantasy your dad filled in your head, hope that’s going well. But, please understand where I’m coming from. It’s not a career. You’re not gonna be stable forever. 

My heart burned with anger and hurt as her words cut deep. 

Mom: I want you to be responsible, not live in the clouds. I am pushing you to take life seriously. No man is going to want to marry you- this lifestyle is unconventional and I just wish you would see it. I’m sorry you don’t agree but, one day I think you will.

Mom:  Love you kouklamou.

I scoffed as I read the last text repeatedly. After all those cruel words, she dared to call me her doll?

Bullshit. 

After decades of wishing upon a star for my mother to love me the way I thought I needed. I looked at my innocent childhood and had to face reality. My mother would never be someone I could count on for emotional support. My father was who I counted on, he was the one I could trust would understand me and my mind. She never understood my love for music and my freedom. When they divorced I saw how it tormented him, he was in agony. He tried to pick up the pieces and move on with his life, as hard as it was he was able to. I vowed I would never hurt or feel the hurt he did, the hurt she caused me. But a part of me felt guilty; the little girl who yearned for her mother's love made me stay with her after the divorce. 

Until my eighteenth birthday when my mom told me I was adopted and that there was a part of her that held that against me growing up. My adoptive parents couldn’t have kids so they chose adoption. While my dad loved me like his own flesh and blood, my mother couldn’t look past the part that I wasn't truly hers. 

I never once sought out my birth parents because, to me, I already knew who my parents were. I was distraught at the news that I packed up all of my things and moved in with Chase, who had his own place. This was before Hollow Souls and I’m thankful every fucking day I made that choice because I had no idea where I’d be if I didn’t. 

Growing up, I was taught to love my family and to just accept the love they give. With the passage of time and the dawning of maturity, I began to doubt this kind of unquestioning love. I realized with therapy that what I was doing with Trey wasn’t normal. It was toxic and soul-destroying.  

But now I’m trying, and I won’t stop trying to break that cycle. I have to. Noah seems so different, every tie in my heart feels as if it needs to find him. I seek him unknowingly- I would only hope that with time, I could break that cycle with him at my side.

CHASE

Y/N was talking quietly to Nick, who brought her a blanket from inside since the sun was slowly starting to set, and I knew this was a perfect time. 

I bent low to lay a kiss on Malcolm’s lips. “Did you want anything to drink?” 

“I’ll take another coconut water. Thanks,” he smiled up at me. 

Matt snorted. “Oh, come on you too? Noah loves that shit and I don’t understand why. There’s no flavor to it.” 

Leaving the two of them to get back to their card game, I ran a hand over my buzzed head and slipped inside the house where Jolly was rummaging through the fridge, setting up what he needed for dinner. 

“Any particular reason why she’s here?” I motioned back to the sliding door where Bailey had her arm wrapped around Noah’s as they were talking with Davis and Orie. 

Jolly sighed while setting down the box of pasta. “I don’t know, man. Bailey overheard and next thing he knew, she kind of invited herself.”

“This game that Noah is playing is fucking sick, Jolly. Not only to Y/N but to Bailey as well. Neither of these girls deserves this. If he plans to make Y/N jealous it's fucking working but also going to push her away.”

“Listen, I fucking get it,” Jolly somewhat snapped while setting down the pot full of water.  “Trust me, we’ve all tried to talk to him about this. Noah’s half scorpion, half mule! What do you want us to do? And as for Bailey, I can’t do anything about that. It’s not my place to say anything.  She invited herself and Noah felt bad.” 

With a deep breath, I gripped the counter to keep my own anger in check. It wasn’t fair to Jolly to be on the receiving end of how I felt about this whole situation. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Y/N’s my sister so when we see her hurting, it hurts us.” 

Jolly nodded. “I know, I feel the same about Noah.” 

Gazing out through the sliding glass doors, I watched as Y/N nodded along with whatever Nick was saying, every so often stealing glances over to Noah, who was standing almost motionless next to Bailey. She held a glass of wine in her hand, taking long sips every so often, as she listened intently to Bryan as he talked with Orie. No one paid her much attention but that didn’t stop her from being social. 

Poor girl has no idea what she’s caught in the middle of. 

Noah shifted his gaze towards Y/N, almost as if he felt her staring, and when their eyes locked it was only for a brief second before she gave him the cold shoulder, turning away from him. 

Bailey then noticed Noah wasn’t paying attention so she wrapped an arm around his back and left a kiss on his cheek. 

I titled my head, analyzing the interaction between the two of them. Something was different. I wasn't quite sure what, though.

NOAH

The only sound that filled the night air was the clanking of silverware against plates as we all silently ate our dinner. Bailey finished her third glass of wine before reaching for the bottle to refill her cup, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Matt who sat at the head of the table. He raised a brow at me, motioning towards Bailey, and I shrugged in return. 

Y/N sat directly across from me and I noticed that she barely touched her food, simply pushed around her spaghetti with her fork, only taking a few bites here and there. 

Chase, who sat on her left, muttered low in her ear. “You okay?” 

My eyes snapped up from my untouched garlic bread as his words. I knew there was something different with her, I could feel it low inside of me. The pull that connected us vibrated with anger and sadness. 

I tapped Malcolm’s arm, who sat next to me on my left. “Everything alright?”

“Her mom texted her a while ago. The shit she said, Noah, is fucked up. There’s a reason why I called her a bitch. She deserves it.”

“Should I-?” I pointed between us. 

Our voices were hushed so I knew no one could hear our conversation. 

Malcolm shook his head, voice sounding stern. “Just leave it, alright? Give her some time to deal with everything. 

I didn’t miss the look he shot over my shoulder towards Bailey. 

For the next few minutes, silence continued to pass through the entire group, until Chase began drumming an unfamiliar tune on the table with his fingers. 

“Shit,” Jesse said while looking at his phone. “Hollow Souls released a new single?” 

Chase smirked. “Came out earlier today, we haven’t had a chance to bring it up. We could listen to it now if you guys are fine with it?” 

Y/N’s head snapped up away from her plate. “No, they probably don’t want to hear it.” 

Orie snorted. “Are you kidding me? We’d love to hear it!” 

“I didn’t know you were releasing a single,” I spoke to Y/N. 

Our burning gazes locked once again. “You never asked.” 

Ouch. 

Matt hooked up his phone to the outside speaker as the opening notes of their new song began to play, Y/N’s voice dancing against my ears. 

I know it's chemicals that make me cling to you. And I need a miracle to get away from you. I know it's chemicals and I need a miracle. And I'm not spiritual but please stay cause I think you're a saint and I think you're an angel.

I nearly choked on my beer as I set down the bottle with a loud thud. 

You give me something to think about that's not the shit in my head. You're a miracle.

Miracle. 

Transparent hands were at my neck but I love the way you let me breathe instead. Take in your chemicals. You’re a miracle. 

Everyone else besides Y/N faded away to white noise as I drank in the sight of her as she stared back at me. Her lips were parted, short and shallow walls escaping from her chest. Her fingers tapped against the table along with the beat. 

Before dinner, Matt started a fire that burned towards the left of the table, the flames keeping us warm, and I slowly moved my head along to the lyrics. 

But please stay cause you're a glimpse of bliss, a little taste of heaven. 

“Angel,” I murmured under my breath. 

Now she was avoiding my gaze, keeping it directly to her fingers on the edge of the table. Her lips were moving in sync with the lyrics. 

I need a miracle to bring me back to you. I know you're gone now but I still wait for you.

No, I’m not gone. I’m right here! 

My eyes widened as I shook my head slowly, silently begging Y/N to look at me; she needed to know that I wasn’t going anywhere. I was here in front of her. Finally, as the song faded out, Y/N peered up at my through lashes and I choked on a breath, realizing that tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes. 

As everyone gave their praise for the next song, I sat stiff in my seat, not knowing exactly what to say. 

 “I loved it. It sounded amazing,” I finally said with a shy smile. 

Y/N nodded with her lips pulled in a straight line. 

Bailey twirls her pasta and then stuffed the fork in her mouth. “That song was awesome! I just love the direction your music is going lately.”

She swallowed her mouth full down with a large gulp of wine. “It’s a shame Trey didn’t work out with you guys.  I really enjoyed the flair he added.” 

My shoulders stiffened at the mention of his name and I noticed Y/N grip her fork a bit tighter. 

Why the fuck would Bailey bring up Trey- and why the hell did she think she could discuss shit she knew nothing about?

Bailey continued to ramble on. “With everything that happened I mean, it has to be hard to find time to write about things, but you do such a great job.”

Everyone at this large table is silent, not even daring to let out a breath, wondering where the direction this conversation was headed. 

Y/N brought her glass of wine, the same one she’d been nursing all dinner, to her lips to take a small sip as I stared at Bailey, perplexed. 

“Excuse me?” Y/N said. “I apologize, I must have misheard you. Did you say it’s a shame Trey didn’t work out?”

“Well yeah, I can’t imagine being challenged like that, trying to be a female in a male-dominated scene,” Bailey shrugged as if her words had no deeper meaning than they did. 

A fork dropped loudly against someone's plate while Matt scoffed loudly before almost slamming his beer bottle on the table.

“Please don’t misunderstand me!” Bailey shook her head while waving us off. “I just meant it also has to be challenging especially after Trey broke up with you and left like that. The things I found out about the break up is madness.” 

Y/N tilted her head, a low hum falling from her lips. “I don’t feel comfortable talking about this, but I must ask- how do you know all this?” 

Bailey slurped on her noodles. “Oh, well I- I read something here and there on some blogs.”

“There it fucking is.” Matt groaned while sliding his plate away from him. 

I snapped my gaze over towards him, almost recoiling in the darkness in his eyes. 

“Bailey, I think you’ve had enough wine,” I went to reach for the bottle as she began pouring another glass. 

She simply brushed me off, finishing the bottle in her glass. “It’s fine, Noah. We’re simply having a conversation. 

“I would have had our assistant  here if I had known we were doing an interview tonight,” Malcolm joked, hoping to lighten the mood. 

“I’m not trying to interview her. I just think it has to be complicated, especially if Y/N wants a relationship with someone.”

Everyone went still as Y/N and I shared a look when she stopped mid-drink, the low scowl on her lips making me slink farther into my chair, fingers scratching at my thighs in rage. 

A relationship? Why was this even a question? I wanted to get up and drag her out of here- but I was frozen solid in my spot. Almost in shock. I felt everybody’s eyes shift from Bailey to Y/N, then right on me. I caused this- I did this, and I have no one else to blame. She was pushing the limits, no pun intended.

Why Bailey was being so intrusive with Y/N was beyond me. I could feel myself ticking like a grenade.

Breathe, Noah. Breathe. 

5. 4. 3. 2. 1. 

Bailey continued to talk. “Imagine breaking up with someone you were in a band with, then changing things up, and so what if you want to? You guys have every right to but it must be lonely. I saw someone discuss it on Tumblr the other day.”

I took her glass away from her grip and set it on the side of me, near Malcolm. “I think that’s enough now.” 

“What?” Bailey scoffed. “You can’t take my drink away, Noah.” 

My eyes sliced into her. “You’re out of line, Bailey. It's enough.”

“Do you believe everything you read online?” Y/N spoke with a tensed jaw. 

Bailey shifted in her seat.  “No, I didn’t mean it like that!”

I knew Matt was gonna reach his peak soon, I could feel it. I knew it, I sensed it. He was fiddling with his beer, then his hat back to his beer again with his tongue clicking and jaw clenching. I felt like a coward, But I was a master at hiding my anger- however, it was getting there. 

Just before I went to say something, Matt snickered loudly.  

Here we go. Bracing for impact.

“Why don’t you try and say what you do mean,” Matt suggested while leaning his elbows on the table. 

“Noah.” Bailey turned to look up at me, her brown doe eyes begging for help. 

I ran a hand over my face and simply shook my head. 

I could see her face in the flames of the fire and one thought came to my mind; play with fire and you'll get burned.

MATT

I narrowed my eyes at Bailey, heart beating wildly in my chest at the audacity of this girl. She didn’t know anything about any of us, besides what she read online. She had no right to hammer Y/N with the rapid-fire questions. 

“Do you work for metal hammer or something? Why the 20 inquisitive questions based on something you read off a blog? It seems a bit out of place here, don’t you think?” 

“Matt-.” 

Jesse spoke but I held up my hand to stop him. I was on a roll before even starting and no one was going to stop me. 

“I don’t mean to be hostile but why are we all sitting here just letting this shit go on like a run-on sentence? How are you all okay with this shit? Because I know you’re not, Noah.”

He didn’t say a word, simply kept his gaze trained hard on his beer bottle in front of him as he tore away the paper around it. 

“Not trying to be rude, Bailey, but, why would you be reading gossip blogs and Reddit threads about anyone at this table? This isn’t some circus act for you to blab about.” I said. 

I didn’t want to interject, I really didn’t at first- however, it needed to be said. One of the biggest mistakes was this situation right here. The line that was drawn a long time ago and Noah needed to end it. 

When Bailey didn’t say a word, I turned my head towards Noah. “Do you have anything to add, Noah?”

“No.” He grunted under his breath. 

“Discussing anyone’s personal business while referencing blogs seems a bit immature don’t you think?” I questioned.

“Matt it’s fine, it’s okay.” Y/N’s soft voice spoke while reaching a gentle hand on my arm. 

I patted her hand with my own. “I’m just saying, it’s off-putting.”

Bailey’s lips mimicked a fish for a few seconds, stealing glances over to Noah as she silently begged him for help; he didn’t give her an ounce of attention. 

“I’m sorry, truly,” she finally apologized. “I just meant it must be hard as a female to be surrounded by men and having to handle a breakup, especially someone like Trey, and not having support.”

“I have support,” Y/N snapped, eyes slicing into Bailey. ““I have support, a lot of it and I’m offended you seem to believe I don’t. You don’t know anything about me or anything, period.”

“No, I-I know! I just mean to make it easier on you, this li-lifestyle can seem unstable,” Bailey stumbled over her words, thanks to the alcohol. 

“Damn it that’s enough!” I slammed my hand on the table, my anger finally erupting like a fucking volcano.

“Matt, come on man,” Jolly says, trying his best to break the sudden tension.

“No, fuck that. What she just said was disrespectful as hell, not just for Y/N but for all of us. It’s enough now.”

This wasn’t my battle and these weren’t my feelings. But, at least if I could do anything it would be to nip that shit in the ass. She wouldn’t disrespect my friend. She just didn’t belong here, point blank. Maybe this would awaken both of my friends' cobwebs. Go duke it out, and move forward already.

Seeing the hurt look on Y/N’s face, I let out a shaky but calm breath and pushed myself away from the table. I knew that if I stayed here a second longer, I’d say something I’d regret. 

“I apologize,” Bailey spoke quietly. 

“Yeah I know,” I took off my hat to shake out my hair, tossing it on the chair I previously sat it. “But I’m saying my peace as one who has my friends back.” 

I made it all of three steps before spinning on my heels, not quite finished with this conversation. “Also this lifestyle is our livelihood, it’s hard work and my friends out there, the dude you’re casually hanging with’ bust our asses every fucking day because it’s not a game, so when you wake up to your 9-5 tomorrow think about that.”

Dinner officially ruined, I decided to cool off on the other end of my backyard, noticing that everyone had started to either finish their cold food or disperse into other parts of the house. 

Y/N was sitting at the table with Malcolm and Chase as they rubbed her back, her shoulders shaking. While Noah and Bailey were inside the kitchen, she rambled on about fuck know’s what as he stood in front of her with his hands buried deep into his pockets. They talked for another few seconds before she walked away from him, deep into my house. 

I didn’t like the idea of her stalking around the private areas of my house. 

Quicking whipping out my phone, I texted Noah. 

Me: Dude, what the fuck are you doing? Get Bailey out of here.

I watched with astonished eyes as Noah read the text and then pocketed his phone again. 

“Stubborn mule,” I muttered while typing out another text. 

Me: I hope you don’t think that bullshit at dinner was okay. Y/N didn’t deserve any of that. This shit isn’t right. 

I smirked when I saw Noah typing away furiously on his phone. I knew mentioning Y/N would light a fire under his ass. 

Noah: I never said it was right. It’s not fucking okay with me. I have to take care of this shit.

Me: Then do it. 

Glancing back up through my house, I noticed that Noah was gone and Bailey was inside the kitchen, reaching for yet another bottle of wine. I shook my head, appalled and downright aggravated, and stomped my way past the group of my friends, hearing soft cries come from Y/N, which only angered me even more. 

I shut the door behind me just as Bailey poured herself another glass. “Another? Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

“I just-I needed a little something to take the edge off,” Bailey replied bluntly, knocking back half the glass in one go. 

I nodded while stopping in front of her so she couldn’t avoid my gaze. “Well after a conversation of prying and making the night awkward, I suppose you’d need something.”

She clicked her teeth while setting the glass on the counter. “You don’t like me, do you?”

“It’s not about liking you,” I shrugged. “I don’t care either way. And I mean no disrespect. But you disrespected my friends and their personal boundaries tonight. That’s something I can’t forgive.”

“I apologized-” she began. 

Fuck, I was so sick and tired of hearing an apology from her. To me, it meant nothing. I wasn’t the one that needed an apology. 

“Yeah yeah I know,” I waved her off. “But I’m just saying my peace as one who has my friends back.”

With one final hard stare, I dumped the rest of the wine bottle down the sink and left Bailey alone in the kitchen.

BAILEY

I stood there, frozen and aloof, as I replayed the last twenty minutes in my mind. I never meant for things to go sour the way they had, I only meant to have a simple conversation. I wasn’t used to hanging out with this large amount of people, typically keeping to my small circle of friends, and I tend to usually put my foot in my mouth more often than not; especially today. 

It had been a long time since I’d been with someone in the way I was with Noah. It wasn’t hard for me to let people in, and of course with the first big pair of brown eyes I gazed into, I was hooked; it helped that I was already a fan of who Noah was.

I knew our relationship wasn’t necessarily a relationship, he made that pretty clear from his actions, and words. We never called each other girlfriend or boyfriend, we’ve only kissed a few times, and before last night, we never were intimate. It’s been a few weeks together now and we only had sex once. I enjoyed his company, his friends seemed nice enough besides Matt.

 Y/N, though, was interesting. She was beautiful, talented as hell, and often I admired her, especially from what I’ve read of her. Perhaps, the wine got to me tonight. I spoke a lot when I drank.

After Matt’s lovely conversation, I repeatedly kept going back to last night; the night I spent with Noah. I tried with him, I had been trying to understand what the hell this was; if it was anything.

It sometimes felt like Noah needed me for comfort or something. I can't explain it, but I did everything I could to fill his needs. Last night, before we slept together, I tried to get him to agree to some plans with me.

“We should go hiking tomorrow.” I suggested. 

Noah sat at my island, aimlessly scrolling through his phone, not bothering to gaze up at me, “I already have plans.”

I frowned while setting the beer bottles on the kitchen counter. “Well, we could go to the river if you want to.”

“Next week sometime,” he mumbled. 

I sighed but wasn’t ready to give up. “Maybe we can take a drive somewhere.”

“No.”

“Well, I’m just asking.” I snapped while handing him his beer. 

Noah grunted as he drank half of his beer in one go.

I didn’t fight him when he slipped out of bed later that night. I didn’t argue. A kiss on the cheek and he was gone like the wind.

Movement in front of me brought me back to the present and I saw Noah; those big brown eyes that dragged me into him. His hands were stuffed in the pocket of his yellow hoodie as those eyes were straight in one direction.; Y/N.

Interesting. 

My heart dropped slightly as I watched a faint smile on his face, those brown eyes sparkled in a way that was never directed towards me. 

Noah’s demeanor around me changed often when Y/N was close by. I never could figure out why; I still didn’t know. I couldn’t help but feel jealous as I noticed the way he continued to watch her every movement as she playfully messed around with Malcolm. She was the center of Noah’s attention and I fucking hated it.

I wanted to feel important. I wanted Noah to look at me the way he did Y/N even if it was just for 5 minutes. 

“Fuck this,” I said through gritted teeth before storming through the patio doors. 

NOAH

“Oi, fuck you! Maláka!” 

Y/N ran from Malcolm as he chased her around the edge of the pool, trying to toss her in.

 “I told you, I hate when you talk to me in Greek! I never know what you’re saying!” Malcolm froze momentarily behind a chair; one that was in the way between him and Y/N. 

She stuck out her tongue at him. “Did you not listen to any of the lessons I gave you and Chase?” 

Malcolm shrugged. “It’s a lot to understand. Can you blame me?” 

“She called you a wanker,” Chase stopped his conversation with Bryan and Michael briefly.

Y/N’s giggles echoed into the night air and I watched with a small smile on my lips as Malcolm continued to chase her around the pool. To see her so free and happy after that awkward dinner made my heart warm, it sent heat throughout my entire body.  

Suddenly my face was grabbed and I was pulled down to someone's lips that tasted of red wine. Bailey’s hands wrapped around my neck, deepening the kiss as she forced her tongue into my mouth, and my hands limply grasped her hips so I could push her away. 

Immediately my eyes snapped over to Y/N, who was watching the entire scene with watery eyes. Her and Malcolm stopped their playful banter and Y/N shook her head, giving me her back.  

I then snapped my attention towards Bailey, taking a step away from her. “Why would you do that?”

“Just felt the need,” she shrugged.

“Well, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t do that again.” I cleared my throat while adjusting my sweater. 

Matt waved me over and I took that as an opportunity to leave Bailey. As I walked up to him, he showed me his phone; a picture. It was from earlier today, the sun blasting its strong rays across Y/N as she laid out on her elbows next to the pool. Her bright red bikini, almost blinding with the sunlight. Her boobs were perfect in that top, her entire physique was incredible. However, that damned smile was what got me. It had its hooks dug deep into me. That’s what pulled me in every time. 

Also in the picture was me, sitting on the other end of the pool, and it was clear that I was enjoying the view of Y/N; a large grin plastered to my face. 

“If this is to prove something I already know, you’re wasting your time,” I said while crossing my arms. 

Matt snorted before showing me something else. It was an array of other pictures, all from today, all posted to an Instagram profile; Bailey’s. 

“What the fuck,” I snapped. “She posted pictures?” 

“Yeah, loads of them. I know how you’ve been lately about your privacy so I wanted to show you.” 

A fire burned in my chest as I swiftly turned on my heels, teeth grinding together, as I stormed back over to Bailey. 

“You posted pictures?” 

She was taken aback by my sudden outburst, eyes dancing around us to see if others were listening. 

“I-uh. Yes. I didn’t think you would mind?” 

I narrowed my eyes. “You never fucking asked me.” 

“For fucks sake, Noah. It’s just a picture, it’s not that deep,” she rolled her eyes. 

“It is to me, I don’t want it out there. It’s an invasion of privacy and all I ask is that you fucking respect it.” 

Bailey stiffened slightly. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I never thought of it like that but I guess stuff like this is really sensitive in your industry. You don’t want the record label to see things you might be doing that you shouldn’t.” 

I gave her a dumbfounded look, appalled that she completely missed the meaning behind my words. How did me saying I want privacy in my personal life correlate to my life in the music industry? 

“It has nothing to do with that,” I said with slight annoyance. “I just don’t want my shit out there without my permission.”

“Why are you acting so weird today? I thought after last night you would be less tense?” Bailey ran a finger down my chest. “I could help ease that tension again. Do you want to come by tonight for round two? Maybe this time we could try a different position where my face isn’t buried in a pillow. I wasn’t a huge fan that way.”

As those dreaded words fell from her lips, Chase happened to be walking past us but froze. My regretful eyes locked with his fiery ones for the briefest of moments. 

“No,” I pushed her hand away from my chest. 

Chase’s jaw dropped, the metal can in his grasp crunching with his anger. 

With my fingers wrapped around Bailey’s, I began to lightly drag her away from Chase.

“I’m taking Bailey home,” I called out. “She has an early shift tomorrow.” 

Unsure if it was all the alcohol or embarrassment from tonight's events but Bailey didn’t argue, simply waved goodbye to everyone as I led her through the gate, towards the front of the house where I was parked. 

“Oh fuck, my purse!” she skidded to a stop. 

With a groan, I ran a hand over my mouth. “I’ll wait for you in the car.” 

As soon as her form disappeared into the house, Chase came storming out from the gate of the backyard, steam blowing out of his ears. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He snapped while shoving me slightly. 

I stumbled back into my car then pushed his hands off of me. “Excuse me? Don’t touch me.” 

“No! I’ve had it with this bullshit,” Chase’s voice echoed throughout the normally quiet street. “I’m done with you treating Y/N like she’s everything you want and all you need. But yet, you’re pulling some college guy crap. That’s my sister out there!” 

He pointed behind him towards Matt’s house. “Do you think she deserves that? For you to make out with her in this car then twenty minutes later you go fuck Bailey?” 

“Stop, stop! Please. Just shut up! Let me explain this!” I held up my hands, trying to get my own thoughts straight. 

The last thing I expected was to have Bailey blab about what we did last night especially in front of someone who was close to Y/N. Regret already weighed down my heavy heart because of my actions last night. Guilt ate away at me for not only using Bailey as an outlet for sex but for Y/N and the way I completely shattered her trust. 

“You better start talking, Noah or I’m going to tell Y/N myself. This is fucking ridiculous,” Chase placed his hands on his hips. 

I nodded. “I will.” 

NICK R.

We waved goodbye to Malcolm and Y/N as they met up with Chase inside, ready to head home after this disaster of an evening. While it had its high points, ever since the awkward dinner, the tension never faltered from how thick it was. So slowly, people were starting to leave. But I hung back with Folio, Jolly, and Matt.

“Are we going to talk about how fucking weird dinner was? What was up with the twenty questions bullshit?” Matt asked, anger still radiating off of him. 

He was always the one to stick up for us whether it be against fans online who thought they had the right to judge our actions or people that did us wrong in our private lives.

“It was a disaster from the moment Noah walked inside with her,” Jolly sighed. “I tried telling him how bad of an idea it was but you know how he is.” 

Folio spoke up next after typing away on his phone. “If we didn’t know Y/N and the kind of person she was, I’d say Noah’s type in women is shit.” 

“He’s growing, it’s just hard for him,” I reminded them with a shrug. 

Matt ran a hand over his face. “We know. It’s just aggravating watching him sometimes.” 

“Y/N and Noah are both so stubborn,” I said. “They’re both flawed people but they’re trying, even a blind person can see that. But despite their differences, they have one important thing in common; they love each other.” 

NOAH

My car eased to a stop in front of Bailey’s apartment, letting it idle for a few moments as I let the continued silence fill the air. The entire drive to her place was quiet. I didn’t even turn the radio on. I needed complete silence to ease my racing thoughts. 

Tired eyes fluttered shut with Y/N’s broken face staring back at me. We had deliberately shifted our relationship from what happened last night. When I woke up this morning, slightly hungover but ready for the prospect of the future, I thought for a moment of coming to Matt’s today and telling Y/N I loved her. But plans changed and my interior rules shifted, almost like brakes on my own desires. 

I knew, however, in order to tell Y/N about how I feel, I needed to get out of this tangled mess I found myself with the person next to me. 

Nevertheless, there was a vague understanding that had to be tactfully broken off before I could be free. If I knew how to do it without Bailey getting hurt, I would have. 

Y/N left the car in such a hurry last night, leaving me with yet another hole in my gut. I was fucking tired of watching her walk away from me; from us. I wanted her to stay with me. Why was that so hard for her? 

Ultimately, my heart was hers by design. The need to control everything pauses temporarily in her presence. 

I knew everything was trash, especially after what happened tonight. I knew that what I was doing with both Bailey and Y/N wasn’t right. It stood firm that the fear of Y/N leaving me in every situation kept me from lifting my foot from the breaks. Everyone suspects themselves of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this was mine. 

As of last night, I’m one of the few honest people I’d ever know. But it was clear; I not only needed help, I needed a fucking miracle. 

You’re a miracle.

Y/N’s soft angelic voice came flooding back in my mind making my heart race. 

With a sigh, Bailey’s voice broke the quiet air. “You seemed on edge all day today, everything alright?” 

“Me?” I broke my trance away from the empty road in front of me to her. “I’m fine.” 

Her brows pulled together. “You sure?” 

“I mean, besides you giving Y/N a Rock Sound interview tonight, everything went just fine.” 

Bailey’s grip on her bag tightened. “I wasn’t trying to have an interview with her. I was just asking questions.” 

I snorted. “Well, it sounded like an interview to us. Asking her personal questions isn’t cool, Bailey.” 

Her eyes narrowed. “Okay, Noah. Whatever, I get it.” 

“No,” I shook my head while turning my body towards her in the car. “I don’t think you do. But it’s fine.” 

“Why are you being so hard headed about this? We were just having girl talk.” 

“Girl talk?” I scoffed while running a hand over my chin. “I don’t think it was appropriate of you to bring up Trey or her love life. It’s still a sore spot for her. She went through a lot of bullshit with him, some things she’s still dealing with. Something you cant find out on a fucking tumblr blog.” 

Bailey hesitated and I could tell she wanted to say more before nodding slowly. “Alright, I’m sorry.” 

I waved her off. “It’s whatever.” 

Silence fell between us again only this time, it didn’t last as long as the time before.

 “Sometimes when you talk to me, I feel like you don’t even see me,” Bailey admitted while picking at a piece of lint or dirt on her sundress. 

I didn’t answer, only because I didn’t have one for her. Instead, I kept my gaze down at my lap. 

My silence made her chuckle. “Look, a woman knows when a man looks into her eyes and sees someone else”. 

“Now you know I can't give you anything you want. Right?” I lifted my gaze to her, voice dark. “I can’t. Because they’re gone. They’re broken.”

“Who hurt you, Noah?” Bailey reached for me but I shifted myself away from her.

“I’m not discussing this with you,” I replied flatley. 

“Something is breaking your heart; I can sense that.”

“Already broken” I mumbled, not caring if she caught it or not.

“Well,” she cleared her throat. “Are you sure you don’t want to come inside?” 

Bailey’s persistence made me think back to my conversation with Chase. 

“Please Noah, I know feelings and expressing them are hard for you, but understand how selfish this is. It’s hard for Y/N to but if you can’t handle this then, please let her go.” Chase ran a hand over his buzzed head.

“No! I’m not fucking letting her go,” I firmly shook my head, standing my ground against him. 

 Chase sighed. “You tell all of us your feelings except the one who needs to hear it.”

“It’s not that easy, Chase.”

“End the mess you created tonight. It’s not doing anyone any favors,” he scoffed.

Completely ignoring her offer, I cleared my throat. “Listen, before you leave I need to talk to you about something.” 

Something changed on her face; excitement? Hope? 

“Oh? What about?”

“Here’s the thing, this-.” 

I pointed between us just as my phone began to ring. 

“Incoming call from Fish Boy. Answer?”

“Who’s fish boy?” Bailey wondered. 

“Folio,” I sighed while declining the call. “Look, I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.” 

To execute my point even further that I was not coming inside with her tonight, I unlocked the door, not bothering to look her way as she slowly left the car. The door was barely shut before I sped away from the curb.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #enemies to lovers #right person wrong time #starcrossed lovers

[chemevan]

happy late birthday i love you love from the other side...

[Image ID: a digital drawing of pete wentz and patrick stump from fall out boy. they look like how they looked in the love from the other side music video, so pete has his long hair with some small braids on it and patrick is wearing a bigger hat. they're both staring at each other, pete is is steering a boat wheel and patrick is pointing to his right, with the caption: "we need to go back!"./.End ID]

#fob #fall out boy #pete wentz #patrick stump #half doomed and semi sweet #love from the other side #so much (for) stardust #fob art #fob fanart #fall out boy fanart #fall out boy fan art #fall out boy art #my art #described

[sea-slug-rave]

Cut lines/ scenes that I missed the most in the reboot:

“You took to long, now yo candy’s gone. BUCKOW!!”

“I liked your fairytale Puppycat. If you want we can try to figure out a nice ending.” Then the mysterious flash of the space outlaw in the window instead of just showing you earlier

Puppycat singing the birthday song “wow I didn’t think you’d actually do that 😳👀”

“It’s okay we can work with this!!”

“Your toilet’s leaking into my toilet.”

Scene where Cardemon hits Puppycat off the shelf with his hammer and while he’s falling he’s like “so.. this is how I die. What a sad life I lived. Whatever.”

The “I hate water” dance

Soon it will be cheese 😏

“If you didn’t have all these animals.. I’d murder you 😑”

Idk I liked the original scene of Puppycat walking in on Bee fixing her arm in her dad box better in the original it was more vulnerable and less “yeah you already knew I was a robot” LOVED that it showed that her box is a portal to her dad but didn’t like that that scene drowned out their conversation with the “what do you want to be when you grow up?” “I don’t know. Everything? Is that an answer? Everything.” The way she said it was just so comforting

Old man’s dog choking on Bee’s hair and her not even giving one fuck

THE OCTOPUS AND THE PRINCESS SONG MY HEART UGH

In cardemon’s little baby 5 year old posh voice: “she’s been asleep for a long time. I read somewhere that only a prince can wake up a sleeping princess. I thought if I helped you fall in love with sticky, I’d be acting princely, and maybe my mom would wake up. *buries his wittle hair into sticky* have.. you ever been in love Puppycat?”

“The hell you say? Time to go.” Then Puppycat floating over to Pretty Patrick Lunchtime and kicking snow over those ladybugs

“My ass. My ASS! MY AAAAASSSS!!”

“BETRAYAL.”

“Raicepe- reh- raicipee- recipe :)”

#bee and puppycat #I LOVED the reboot don’t get me wrong I’m not hating on it and I know the original shorts are still on YouTube #but I wish they would’ve kept a couple of these

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Despite Everything - Patrick Bateman X GN Reader

Title: Despite Everything

Patrick Bateman X GN Reader

Additional Characters: N/A

Requested by Anon!

WC: 1,876

Warnings: American Psycho canon violence mentioned, suggestiveness, blood mentioned, death mentioned, murder mentioned, Patrick in general, slight angst, and fluff

Patrick didn't know how he was surviving. If it was anyone else leaving dishes in his sink, he'd downright merc them. He'd find an axe and chase them around his apartment that he strategically covered with some see-through tarp and newspapers, and murder them; chop them up. But, he couldn't do that to you, no, not you. Why? He didn't know. He didn't know how or why his tolerance for you was so strong. Normal people would call it love, even you might've, but Patrick didn't think about it that way. He didn't feel like that about you. But then again, he didn't feel anything most of the time. He's said it before, the only emotions he felt were greed and disgust, aside from rage and bloodlust. 

Patrick met you at one of the Pierce & Pierce business parties. It was a networking event for the company, one where he had to get as many sponsors as possible to ensure a success rate. He didn't really care about that though, he only cared about his personal gain in the long run. But, Patrick did need to socialize, no matter how much he hated to do so, just so he can keep his reputation intact. Wandering around the glamorous room, a glass of scotch in one hand. Observing the room, his ears perked up at the sound of a loud, slightly obnoxious, at least to him, laugh. Turning his gaze towards the sound, he watched as you chuckled, a hand over your mouth, eyes closed with such glee. The small group around you, that you were having a conversation with, didn't chuckle or utter a word. They stared at you until your laughter died down and you noticed their perplexed stares.

You let your smile fall slightly, as you apologized to the group, who only left you alone moments later. You let your smile fully drop after they all left, swirling the glass of champagne in your hand as you let out a small sigh. Eyes dropping to the marble floor, you then scoffed, rolling your eyes as you chugged the rest of your drink before passing the empty glass on a wandering maid's tray. You crossed your arms, your own eyes slowly looking around the room, until they landed on someone else's. The beautiful dark chocolate eyes of Patrick's stared right into yours, making you slightly uncomfortable and flustered at the same time. 

Patrick watched as your eyes landed on his, yours widening ever-so-slightly before you quickly looked away. Patrick's mind raced as he watched your face contort into bashfulness or possible discomfort; he didn't know and he didn't care. He then watched as you broke away from the party, making your way to an open balcony. Patrick, despite himself, followed you. As you made your way outside, Patrick took notice that your hair and attire were also quite different from the other people's at the party, more extravagant; elegant. You, unlike most, had money. He could tell. It wasn't until later that he would find out that you were one of the newest sponsors. 

"Following me?" Your voice had spoken up, making Patrick's eyebrows narrow ever-so-slightly as you turned your head to the side to glance at him.

"Your laughter irritates me. I could slash your throat." He muttered out loud, surprisingly making you let out a mixture between a scoff and a laugh.

You turned around, your back leaning up against the railing of the balcony, "Thank you, quite charming, aren't you?" You spoke sarcastically, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared at Patrick with a small humorless smile.

And that was the beginning of his relationship with you. From a pretty rocky start and bumpy middle, neither of you knew how it would end. You didn't even know how it began to be honest. One minute you were at a boring business party, and the next you were on a date with Patrick Bateman himself. And, it was alright. Yes, Patrick was rude and said terrible things, but you really liked him nonetheless. For some reason, aside from his good looks, you really liked Patrick. You got used to his rude ramblings and threats, only finding out about Patrick's fantasies a couple of weeks after becoming an 'item.' That didn't seem to scare you off like Patrick thought it would.

You questioned yourself constantly in the beginning. Why were you with a guy like Patrick? He said mean things and made small jokes about you. He threatened you one moment and then had you in his bed the next. You didn't know what to make of this strange man and yet, something about him intrigued you. He made you want to know more. To learn everything about him. Only a year into the relationship did you see a slightly notable change in Patrick.

The changes you were noticing though, well, Patrick practically stopped bad-mouthing you altogether. He stopped the name-calling, the terrible comments, and it was nice, amazing really. But, Though he stopped with you, it didn't stop him from doing it to others. Like the waitress at his favorite restaurant, or the taxi driver that drove you both there in the first place.

Patrick even used to threaten you, saying he'd spill your guts if you didn't clean the dirty dishes you left in the sink. He'd say he'd find an axe and chop you up if you didn't put away your unfolded laundry. Patrick hated how messy you could get, but contrary to his past bloody ventures, he'd never really hurt you. Though, he regretted letting you come over most days. He often questioned himself, why he seemed to not have his dark thoughts and fantasies when around you. He was getting soft, and he hated you for it... Most of the time.

~~~

Coming home after a long day at work, Patrick found you on the couch, watching 'I Love Lucy.' Patrick ignored you at first, making his way to his room, before going to the kitchen. He stopped, his dark eyes staring at the kitchen sink, a dirty cup sitting within it. Rage began to boil inside of him, and his hands clenched into fists. His teeth ground together as his eyes burned with anger. His jaw tensed further, and he stalked across the living room, glaring daggers at you. You paid attention to him when he walked up to you, a small smile forming on your lips.

"Hi, Patty, bad day at work?" You asked, tilting your head to the side, as he just stared down at you.

"You left dishes in the sink." He answered slowly, making your eyes widen in shock.

"Oh," You muttered, getting up off the couch, "I did?" You then asked, walking over to the sink and letting out a sigh at the sight of the cup from your coffee. You turned to find Patrick right behind you, almost startling you at how close he was, but he had done that before. You looked up at him, giving him a small apologetic smile, "I'm sorry about that, honey. I got distracted."

Patrick didn't say a word, before he placed his hands around your upper arms, his grip tightening ever-so-slightly before he moved you to the side. You stumbled over your own feet, watching confused as Patrick peeled off his suit jacket, folding it neatly before setting it on the counter and grabbing yellow gloves. Rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white button-up up to his elbows, Patrick began to scrub fiercely at the cup before it was squeaky clean.

You continued watching as he scrubbed the cup with a sponge, you totally understood why Patrick was so angry with you, but your thoughts were mainly on the fact that he didn't threaten you. You knew that he’d never even hurt you in the first place. But, seeing that he was so frustrated, you didn't want to ask him about it or egg him on. You didn't want to upset him even more. 

Given that you were given the opportunity practically on a silver plate, you let your eyes rake over the man in front of you. The way his perfectly combed hair bounced slightly as he aggressively cleaned the dish, the way his dark eyes seemed a slight shade darker as he glared down at the soapy water, and the way his jaw was perfectly clenched, as his muscles flexed with every movement he made. Your breath hitched for a moment, causing your heart to skip a beat when he turned to glare at you, and you quickly pulled your gaze away from him. Your cheeks began to heat up as your fingers itched at the want and need to touch him. Your hand twitches.

"You're so handsome." You spoke up as you looked back up at him, making him freeze. Patrick turned and stared at you, his body tense, his brows furrowed. 

"What?" He finally responded, his voice low as his expression remained the same.

Your smiled adoringly, "You're so handsome," You repeated, "I know you know this, but I just have to say it." Patrick just stared at you as you continued, becoming a bit more shy as you went on, "And I'm sorry for forgetting about the cup. I know how much you strive for perfection. This is your home, and I should clean up after myself as you do at my place." 

You watched as Patrick looked away, not saying a word as he paced the clean cup on the dish rack and pulled off the gloves. Placing his hands on the sink's ledge, he brought his gaze back to you, "Despite everything..." He muttered to himself, he felt himself begin to smile, just a small twitch of his lips. Your heartbeat quickened. It wasn't his usual, sharp and cold grin, it wasn't his scowl. But as quickly as this small, faint smile appeared, it disappeared just as fast.

Turning to you, a different type of grin slowly spread onto his face as he pulled the yellow gloves off his hands. Walking towards you, you walked backward, your back hitting the counter behind you. Your heart began to race as he stepped closer to you, your mouth falling slightly agape. Patrick tilted his head slightly to the side as you tried your best not to stare at those mesmerizingly dark eyes. Reaching out, Patrick grabbed you by the waist, surprising you as he lifted you up; slinging you over his shoulder. You let out a small gasp as you grabbed onto his shoulder, feeling his large, warm hand slide precariously up your thigh, making you squeak.

"Patrick?" You called out softly, your voice filled with confusion and excitement all mixed together as your cheeks burned. Patrick simply tightened his hold on you, his grin growing as he then made his way down the hall and into his bedroom with haste. You let out a huff, rolling your eyes with a smile. It seemed like you had been forgiven.

#cute #fluff #slight angst #x reader #x gn reader #x you #x y/n #american psycho #fanfiction #fanfic #request #requests open #requested #anon request #requests #requests are open #fanfics #patrick bateman x you #patrick bateman x gn reader #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x y/n

[marchswifey]

James Patrick March’s NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Cuddles. He may be rough and nasty but he wants cuddles after sex. Of course, he was so close to you just a mere few minutes ago, still he finds himself wanting to be closer.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His favorite part of you would be your thighs, he loves squeezing them while eating you out and feeling them wrapping around his head. He also love kissing your inner thighs teasing you.

On himself he likes his shoulders, he feels strong and absolutely loves lifting your legs up on them while fucking you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

When James comes he really wants to get inside you so he can see how you react to feeling his seed inside you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly wants you to dominate him but he would never ask for it because of his big pride.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

A lot experienced, of course.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He loves it when you ride him. The way he gets to look at you as you absolutely destroy him. He likes a lot also doggy style and missionary.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

No. He’s serious and focused on your both pleasure during sex.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Natural. Not overwhelming but it's there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Incredibly romantic, or at least he tries to be. He is soft and kind to you to show you how much he loves you and takes care of you.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Not often but when you’re not in the hotel and he’s feeling horny he would do something for himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

A LOT.

Bondage, wax play, impact play, teasing, handcuffs, ball gags, pulling hair, sensory deprivation, pet names, being called "master" or "daddy". And definitely knife play.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Mostly his suite, but also in one of his special rooms around the hotel (Imagine him fucking you in the room where he burns peoples and when he just had burned one minutes before. Nasty)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

James loves seeing you in lingeries. Every type or fabric, especially lace.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's basically gonna do anything, but he would hate to cause you too much pain since you’re his beloved, so he won’t leave any too lasting injuries on your body.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes to give and receive in the same way.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the situation, if he’s really turned on he’s very rough. But he can be also slow in attempt to tease you or make the moment last longer.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn't against it, he'll do it. It's just not his favorite. He likes to take his time and he wants to be buried deep for as long as he can.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

HE HIMSELF IS THE RISK

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can last very long since he’s a ghost, you would stop just because you’re tired but he could go on and on without stopping.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns a few…

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you and seeing you desperate to be fucked.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

HE’S LOUD doesn't even try to hide his moans and grunts.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

He loves when you call him "master" or "sir", it makes him harder than a rock and makes him fuck you harder.

Also he would be extremely protective of you. He threatened every single ghost of the Cortez, if anyone tries to touch or hurt you he knows how to make them suffer even if they’re already dead.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A solid 8 inches, thick.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Before meeting you sex wasn’t that important to him, his only pleasure was murdering. But then he became hornier than a teenager.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn’t sleep, you always fall alseep first.

#american horror story #evan peters #ahs fanfic #fanfic #headcanon #smut #james patrick march smut #evan peters imagine #james patrick march x you #james patrick march #ahs hotel #american horror story hotel #jpm #james patrick march x reader #jpm smut #jpm x reader #ahs #y/n

[cosmicluka]

i know st patrick’s day is long gone but could you do a part 2 for pinch? like after the case where reader shows spencer her bra (maybe more)

Pinch (pt 2)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (Criminal Minds)

Summary: You finally have the chance to prove your Saint Patrick's Day protection weeks after the holiday. Spencer was only slightly more ready than the first time you brought it up (spoiler alert: that's still not a lot)

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers

Warnings: Suggestive, AFAB reader, partial nudity, one? bad word, not proofread

Word Count: 1K

A/N: This is so late... Uni has been horrid lately. I wasn't sure how spicy you wanted, but if you want NSFW, I can do a part 3 to this!

Part 1

It was supposed to be a simple case. The bodies of two women had been found in an open lot almost an hour from headquarters and two more women had been reported missing a few days prior to the discovery of the corpses. In theory, it should not have been difficult. Talk to a few people, gather the evidence, arrest whatever twisted individual responsible, rush through some paperwork, and make it home in time to come up with a new Saint Patrick’s Day tradition with your favorite genius. Preferably one that involved a lot more time and a lot less clothes.

But your green bra didn’t carry enough luck in it. Within the hour, there had been reports of a double homicide just a few miles past the border of North Carolina that matched the M.O. your suspect perfectly, meaning the team had to split up in hopes of finding the one crucial piece of missing information that would bring this case to a close. That left you with Prentiss, Hotch, and Morgan on the jet while Reid stayed behind with J.J, Garcia, and Rossi to work the case where it had all originated. 

You had tried to convince Hotch to let you stay behind, but he was adamant that you go with them, which put you in the one situation that you were trying to avoid like your life depended on it. 

“So,” Prentiss slid into the seat next to you with a grin that promised no good. “You and the genius, huh?” 

“Yeah, I, for one, would love to hear more about that new development that you showed earlier today.” Morgan was quick to butt in from his spot on the couch. You couldn’t trust your tongue not to trip over any words that could come out of your mouth, so you just looked to Hotch to silently plea for his help. “It’s not against any guidelines to fraternize with coworkers, but you should still be careful. Don’t let it affect your work.” That was all he said as he looked away from you to thumb through the file he held. A groan escaped you as Morgan and Prentiss turned their attention back on you, impatiently waiting to respond to their interrogation. If you were the one who found the unsub after you landed, they probably would be going to jail with a few extra bruises than necessary as reprimands for putting you in this situation. 

-

It had been a little over two weeks since that particular suspect was apprehended and the case was closed. Since then, you and Spencer’s schedules just hadn’t cleared up. Case after case hit almost all at the same time, leaving you both exhausted even on the days that you didn’t have to take the jet anywhere. But that didn’t mean that you were waiting patiently and neither was he. It was obvious in the ways that you would let your hand linger on his arm when you walked past him or running your fingers through his hair under the guise of getting it out of his face when you were sure no one was around. It was obvious in the way that he would hover closer than necessary when he leaned over your shoulder to peak at the files you had in front of you or the way that he would sit next to you whenever he could and bump your knee with his. 

The others had noticed as well. It was no secret to you or Spencer when they had started placing bets as to when you two would finally get together. He had found it humorous while you were halfway to convincing yourself to place a bet of your own. Best outcome: you get extra money and a fantastic night with a fantastic man. Worst outcome: you lose some money, but you still get Spencer in your bed. Honestly, what could go wrong? 

You were ready to have Morgan deal you in that afternoon, but the case of the day had been resolved and you were free to leave and rest up before the next case inevitably slid across your desk to whisk you away to some other gory reality. By the time that you had packed all of your things up for the day, Morgan was nowhere to be found. A certain doctor was, however. He stood beside his desk as his slender hands shoved papers into the brown satchel that he always carried as his unruly hair flopped over in his face, making him look disheveled and much more casual than when he had come in the office that morning.

You started walking towards him with your own bag clutched in your hands to try and quell the anxiety that was slowly starting to build as you took in his lean frame. You knew your crush on the man was known to everyone, even him at this point, but that did nothing to stop the nervous onset of nausea that took over your stomach every time you stepped out of your comfort zone. “So, genius,” You had started when you got close enough to him. Spencer paused in his process of packing his things to stare at you with those big, brown eyes that drove you incredibly insane. “You have any plans for the day since we were set free early?” 

He shook his head in response. “No, not unless you count flipping through another book of Leo Tolstoy’s again.” He paused as he shoved the last paper in his bag before closing it and putting all of his attention on you. “Did you, I mean… would you…” He stumbled over his words, suddenly not having the courage to meet your eye. His question had come out in a whisper and if you hadn’t been straining not to miss a single word, you wouldn’t have heard it. 

“Want to get dinner?” You should have felt bad, at least a tiny bit. The way his face grew bright red all the way to the tip of his ears and down his neck should have persuaded you against teasing him. But you wanted to see if you could bring out the same Spencer Reid that had so boldly asked to see you naked in front of your coworkers. “Dinner sounds lovely. After that, we can go back to my place. After all, I did promise to show you my Saint Patrick’s Day protection that I just so happen to be wearing again.” You felt your own face heat up a bit with the way his eyes flitted from your face to your chest as if he could confirm the bra you were wearing through the shirt you had on as his own blush seemed to deepen. 

“Yeah-” His voice broke in a high pitched squeak before he cleared his throat, hand coming up to his collar to pull the offensive fabric away from his neck as he looked away. “I mean, yes. If you’re comfortable with it, that is. I would be fine if you just wanted to get dinner, but if you really want to-” 

“Hey, pretty boy?” His wide eyes snapped to you as the words died on his lips, mouth opening and closing much like a fish. You had to stifle a giggle at how the pet name affected the man in front of you. “Just stop talking. How about we skip dinner and go straight to dessert?” Your gaze landed on the bobbing of Spencer’s adam’s apple as he swallowed nervously at your teasing and you shifted your feet as you became increasingly aware of the heat settling in your stomach.

You reached out for his hand but stopped just before you could make contact. “I know, I know. Shaking hands transfers more pathogens than kissing, but-” He interrupted your own ramble with a trembling voice. “It’ll be pointless to worry about that after tonight.” You nearly choked with the way your heart leapt up to your throat as Spencer met you halfway and grabbed your outstretched hand. His skin was warm and a bit clammy from the nerves, but electricity still shot up from where you were touching through your entire body. As he started walking to the exit, pulling you along with him, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be able to survive the rest of the night if this was the effect his simple touch had on you. 

-

Despite your teasing, you still ended up at a local diner for quick meal. It had felt like you were a teenager again. You shared nervous glances from over your plates and stole subtle touches as if it was against the rules with giggles each time you made contact. The nerves had visibly melted away from Spencer’s frame as he relaxed in your company again. But not even you could bat away the anxiety coming in waves when Spencer stood in the middle of your living room with his eyes combing every inch of the room except for the space you occupied. You couldn’t believe that you actually had him in your home. After months of pining after the genius and the last few weeks of torture and anticipation, he was so close to your reach. 

“Your walls are blue. Did you know that people with blue rooms are known to be more productive?” 

“I did not know that.” 

“Yeah, color theory actually stems back from the ancient Greeks, Egyptians, and Chinese. All of the colors have an affect that can be used for healing or-”

“What did they say about this color?” You took a deep breath to reassure yourself as you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving yourself bare in front of Spencer who finally turned around to face you right as the clothing hit the ground. You heard his breath hitch in his throat as he struggled and failed to keep his eyes off of your breasts that sat supported in your emerald green bra. You felt lightheaded under his gaze as he wet his lips with his tongue and took a step closer to you. “Well?” You found the courage to quip as you hid your shaking hands behind your back. “I- I don’t…Uh, I don’t know,” Spencer had started with his voice strained, eyes flitting from yours back down to your exposed chest. 

“I honestly don’t give a damn about them right now.” His whispered words were enough to have you abandoning any shame or embarrassment and you grabbed his face between his hands and pulled him closer. You gave him a moment to pull away if he wanted, but he just leaned closer to finally connect you with a passionate kiss. The way one of his hands found its way to your waist while the other tangled itself in your hair surprised you and as he began to guide you back to the open door of your bedroom without ever separating from you, you wondered what other surprises Spencer would show you tonight.

#spencer reid x reader #reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #david rossi #aaron hotchner #x reader #afab reader #part 2 #st patricks day #tv show #drabble

[makeyoumine69]

"don't be shy now, sit on my face." + "that's it. that's my girl." + "good girl—that's a good fucking girl."

Kinks: praise, worshiping, nipple play

Petnames: darling, good girl, babydoll

Hello, my dear! Thank you so much for your amazing request, I hope you like it! *hugs*😘😈😏

— [MASTERLIST]; [1k Followers Celebration Masterlist]

That was a lovely morning, you slept completely naked in Patrick's strong arms, so exhausted because he hadn't let you rest last night, as he wrecked you like a toy in every possible position on his king size bed.

Breathing steadily, you tried to roll over, but he wouldn't let you, keeping you pressed tightly against his firm chest, even waking you up with how possessively he held you. Tracing a finger along his cheekbone, you froze in complete adoration of how beautiful this man was, but as you reached his plump lips, Bateman suddenly opened his eyes and caught your small palm with his large one.

"Did you sleep well, darling?" His voice was so raspy as he just woke up, you had to hold back a gasp at how sexy he sounded.

"I planned to sleep longer, but someone…" you paused and climbed onto his solid torso, looking at him from above. "Someone decided to ruin my plans!"

"Oh, is that so?" Patrick taunted you, raising his hands to pinch your nipples.

"A-ahh, s-stop, they still hurt," you grabbed his palms to pull them off, but he only hummed in return, twisting your swollen tips between his long fingers. "Pat… Patrick, mmm."

"What is it, badydoll?" He grinned as he watched you arch your back, his fully erected cock twitching almost painfully, especially when you moaned lustfully.

"Too touchy, a-aawww, mhhm." You murmured as he shushed you with his thumb.

He cupped one of your shapely boobs and groaned at how diligently you sucked his finger. "Good girl - that's a good fucking girl."

Whimpering, you didn't even notice yourself grinding against his hard groin hidden under the blanket, your eyes closed with pleasure. Fascinated by the sight of your naked body, Bateman suddenly pressed onto your back to bring you closer to his face to lock his juicy lips around your nipples as he took both of them into his mouth at once.

"Mmm…oh Gosh, f-fuck, Daddy…it feels so good-mmm…" you hugged his neck as his tongue played with your taut tips, licking them one by one. "It's t-too much … Pattrick!" You blurted out, trembling in his tight embrace.

"Don't be shy now, babydoll … sit on my face."

"Daddy really wants me to?" You teasingly tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he was too strong to even try it.

"Oh, girl…" he snarled before slapping your ass harshly and squeezing it possessively. "You asked for it!"

Without warning, Patrick lifted you like a feather, dragged you closer and positioned you over his face so that his head was right between your spread legs. A loud shriek escaped your jerking lips as his skilled tongue met your throbbing clit, swirling around and sucking it so perfectly as he tried to devour every drop of your delicious flavor.

"Ahh, Daddy," you let your fingers sink into his soft hair, rolling your hips against his blushing face. "I'm so … c-close."

You heard his loud, shameless moan before he asked: "So fast, huh?"

"Mmm, yeah."

"(Y/N), be a good girl and fuck yourself on my tongue," he urged after giving your pussy a few long, wet licks. "Use me, babydoll…show me how you can use Daddy's face to make you cum."

The last words he said drove you absolutely crazy, leaving your mind no choice but to fall into the abyss of pure filth and lust. Quivering, you literally screamed from the growing rapture as you bobbed up and down on his face, his strong tongue going deeper and deeper with every move. Slurping, wet sounds turned you into a slutty, dumbed mess, and it seemed like Bateman was definitely making it on purpose.

"P-Patrick, I'mma cum! F-fuck, ohhh … FUCK," you jolted as you felt his long fingers impaling you from below, stimulating your G-spot so fucking masterfully that it set you on fire. "I … Mmm … "

And then you lost it, as you fell apart from the massive waves of pleasure that shuttered your body like a hurricane, forcing your lips to tremble erratically and your toes to curl.

"That's it. That's my girl." Patrick crooned in satisfaction, looking up at your twitching body as he continued to finger fuck you until you began to cry from the overstimulation.

But even then he was not going to stop.

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher smut #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader #patrick bateman reader #christian bale

[redroses07]

AHS boys cuddling headcanons. <3

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back from my year long hiatus! It's been a crazy year for me and I've been through a lot of ups and downs but I'm finally back! Expect me to be posting a lot now because I have a TON of ideas. Anyways, enjoy this little drabble! Love y'all!

Contains: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Michael Langdon, and Xavier Plympton.

Tate Langdon:

This boy is definitely a little spoon.

Constantly asks you to hold him in your arms.

You, personally love this, and happily wrap your arms around him lovingly.

Places soft kisses on your fingers while you trace his features.

Absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair, he practically begs for it.

Now don't think he's always going to be the one being held, that's just what he prefers.

If you're feeling down he'll pull you into his chest, and hold you like something's going to take you from him (his abandonment issues showing)

Loves kissing your neck while cuddling.

Kit Walker:

Kit is truly the most loving partner you could ask for and cuddling with you is one of his favorite things in the whole world.

Likes to see your pretty face so prefers that you two lay facing each other.

Softly tells you all the things he loves about you while pressing kisses to your nose, lips, cheeks, and forehead.

When I tell you his hands would be all over you, I mean ALL OVER. He loves to trace his fingers down your arms, torso and stomach.

Kit also likes to sneak his hands under your shirt when your laying together, and he often falls asleep with them like that.

Cannot fall asleep unless his hands are on you in some way (will not lose you like he lost Alma)

Anyways Kit is amazing and I am in love with him.

Pre-death Kyle Spencer:

Tbh he's my least favorite Evan character so apologies if this sucks.

For some reason I feel like he loves to nuzzle his face in your neck, and he often falls asleep like that.

Lets you lay on his lap while he works on schoolwork, and starts playing with your hair when he loses focus.

Loves when you sit in his lap, he will pull you in his lap literally anywhere. No matter if you're alone, or with your friends he feels the best when you're comfortably situated on his lap.

Jimmy Darling:

Big spoon!!!!!!

Loves when you straddle his waist or wrap your arms around his neck.

Really loves to feel as close to you as possible so he'll tangle your bodies together in every possible way.

One would think it would be hard to get comfortable like that but your comfort is Jimmy's #1 priority, even if that means sacrificing his own.

So if that means his arm falls asleep or his leg cramps, that's okay! as long as you're co. mfortable.

Jimmy loves to kiss your cheeks, and when he's in a silly mood he quickly switches between the two. This leaves you flustered, and in a fit of giggles.

James Patrick March

You wouldn't expect it but James LOVES cuddling with you.

On the outside he seems like he would be cold and dismissive in a relationship but you are his EVERYTHING.

Loves when you lay on top of him and he can comfortably wrap his arms around you.

Constantly whispers to you how much he loves and adores you and would do anything for you (In love with his accent)

Probably not surprising but he likes to leave marks all over you, and not just during sex.

Will bite and suck on your skin while you're cuddling. His favorite place to leave marks is your collarbone.

He sees this as an intimate act, and loves the idea that people will know you belong to him.

Kai Anderson

Lets be real...this man is not a cuddler. To be honest he only cares about you when he's trying to make the messiah baby.

But occasionally he'll be extremely overwhelmed with cult responsibilities and will turn to you for condolences.

Holds you while he vents to you about his frustrations.

Plays with your hair or fiddles with the straps of your tank top to distract himself.

Will also ask you about your day to give him something else to think about.

These are the few times when Kai shows his vulnerable side.

Will kiss your shoulders while you tell him about your day, or give him cult advice.

Michael Langdon:

I love Michael so much y'all he's literally my husband.

Cuddling can go either way with him tbh. Sometimes it's him holding you, and sometimes it's you holding him.

When he holds you he pulls you into him and traces is fingers along your back.

Loves to intertwine your fingers and tightly grip your hand. It makes him feel closer and more connected to you.

Cuddling is when you and Michael have your most intimate bonding moments. When you spill your deepest thoughts and secrets to each other.

On the other hand, when the pressure on Michael is too much, he wants you to hold him.

He cries softly, and stuffs his face into your chest in an effort to hide his tears.

When life just becomes too much for him being held and kissed by you makes everything feel okay.

This is a weird one but I feel like he'd have you brush his hair (I love long hair Michael don't hate).

Xavier Plympton:

Likes to listen to music while cuddling, and will softly sing along if he knows the lyrics.

Will also tap on your back along to the beat.

Likes when you lay your head on his chest and drape your legs over his.

Loves to talk while cuddling, telling you everything that comes to his mind.

He talks, you listen, and that's what he loves about you.

Takes breaks in between his various rants to kiss the top of your head and make sure you're comfortable.

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[jostyriggslover96]

Summer Rituals

Summary: Jack and Kira (OC) had the perfect summer filled with the perfect rituals. As hockey season looms and mother nature visits too early things start to fall apart. *Kira's thoughts are italicized.

Part of the HEART FIRST Series

AN: Wow! I haven't written in a while, but Jack has inspired me to start writing so here we go. This is my first time writing for Jack and in general for a long time, hope you all enjoy! I'm thinking of making this a series, if you're interested let me know!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of period, crying.

Word Count: 3.4k

Summer Rituals

Sundays were normally my favorite day of the week. They often involved lazy mornings in bed with my boyfriend, Jack; followed by coffee, cuddles on the couch, and football if it were in season. However, this Sunday was not working out the way I normally loved. I woke up to find the other side of the bed cold and a note on my nightstand informing me that Jack was off at the rink for a skate. Dread filled my body as I scanned the note again, I knew that hockey season was quickly approaching and still it snuck up on me faster than expected this year. I understood what I was getting into when I entered a relationship with Jack; expecting to spend considerable time alone during road trips, but that didn’t mean I wanted to sacrifice our Sunday rituals built over the off-season. 

Ready or not, I found myself waking up alone after spending the perfect third summer deepening our already intimate connection, and it felt soul crushing. Sinking further into my warm sheets, I felt the sadness seep in. Get it together Kira, I thought to myself as I buried my head into my pillow. He’s going to be home soon, so I tried to reassure myself. Restlessness set in as I started fidgeting with my nails, a nervous habit that Jack would always point out. He always knew when I was anxious and just how to calm me down. Warm tears burned the corner of my eyes as I squeezed them shut, daydreaming of the man who held my heart. 

~~~(flashback)

Kira met Jack Hughes by random chance 3 summers ago at the lake back home in Manitoba. At the time, it seemed like a normal summer day, but it was actually a day that would change her life. It was the day that Kira met Jack, the day that she met her soulmate.

Close family friend and Manitoba hockey royalty, Nolan Patrick, had invited me out for a day on the boat. I was never one to turn down a free boat ride, but was surprised to find the boat filled with the young rising stars of the New Jersey Devils when I arrived. I knew that Nolan was good friends with Nico, but I had expected him to warn me when there would be other NHL superstars on the boat. 

Despite the surprise start to the day, it went off without a hitch. Nico and I were fast friends, both enjoying making sarcastic jokes at our mutual friends' expense. I took a surprising interest in Jack, who was close to four years my junior. Normally I wouldn’t give any guy younger than me the time of day, but there was something different about the Hughes boy that I was drawn to. Maybe it was his dazzling smile or his contagious laugh or possibly the way his gaze made me weak in the knees; whatever it was, I spent the majority of the day flirting with the younger hockey star. As much as it surprised me that a younger man was igniting my desires, it completely shocked me that the NHL forward seemed to reciprocate the interest. 

Despite growing up around hockey players due to my close friendship with Nolan, I never thought any of them would ever be interested in me that way; I just wasn't the typical WAG. I was average height, long hair, reasonably fit but still knew my way around a burger. Tattoos and piercings sprinkled my body; coupled with my sarcastic sense of humor, occasionally passive aggressive attitude, and my tendency to be a bit of a nerd. I was also incredibly driven, working hard to finish my second degree and paying off my student debt by working as a bartender. I just wasn't the typical rich model or influencer that became a WAG. Jack saw me completely differently than I saw myself, to him I was the girl of his dreams.

After spending a day on the boat paying more attention to each other than the water sports taking place and an evening around the fire that led to cuddling under a blanket, Jack and I decided to jump in head first. Even though every instinct in my body was telling me to run as fast as I could from the younger hockey player, when I looked into Jack’s eyes, I knew there was something there. 

Jack and I quickly found our rhythm as a couple, growing to know each other on deeper levels than we thought possible. Jack soothed my anxiety and helped me find my calm. I helped him stop second guessing himself and find the balance with his confidence. Naturally, there were comments about our age difference; I have never seen Jack annoyed at his friends until one of them jokingly called me a cougar. The age difference didn’t bother us, Jack was a mature soul but we could be young and goofy any day. Before Jack I was never one for relationships, never finding anyone that was worth being vulnerable with. Jack broke down those walls and reminded me there were good guys out in the world; I credit that to the way Mama Hughes’ raised her sons. 

As our relationship grew, our love for each other's true selves grew too; it wasn’t just vulnerabilities, but quirks too. I learned what hockey rituals Jack was passionate about and that he took fantasy football very seriously. He learned that the Bachelor series was my guilty pleasure and that sad days required a Harry Potter movie marathon. Growing up with brothers meant it was his first experience being surrounded by beauty products; I will never forget the day that he saw me using purple shampoo in the shower and could not comprehend that it kept my hair looking blonde. Jack always knew how to make me laugh, whether he meant to or not.

Fast forward three years, add a completed degree, a move to New Jersey, the take-off of Jack’s career, and my first big girl job…we were stronger than ever as a couple. We created a home together and with that started our own rituals as a couple. Our lives intertwined perfectly and I was happier than I ever imagined possible. 

~~~

Shaken from my thoughts, I heard a knock on my bedroom door before it slowly slid open. Knowing that Jack would never knock before entering our shared bedroom, disappointment seeped into my bones. 

“Kira,” Luke’s voice called as he hesitantly entered my room. Luke, Jack’s younger brother, recently came to live with the two of us when he started playing for the team. Even though I was concerned about living with two hockey players, Luke was surprisingly a great roommate and confirmed my theory that the Hughes’ boys were some of the sweetest men on earth. 

“Yeah Luke?” rubbing sleep and tears off my eyes as I gazed at the tall, yet innocent hockey player.

“Just wanted to let you know that I’m heading out with some of the guys,” his voice was gentle, almost as if he didn’t want to startle me. I smiled at the thoughtful gesture, Luke always let me know where he was so I wouldn’t worry.

“Have fun,” I called as he sent me a smile before gently closing the door. Okay, now I’m truly all alone. Cue the sad Sunday mood.

I spent the morning in bed alone before washing my hair and settling on the couch for a coffee. I longed to be wrapped in Jack’s arms, buried in our sheets sharing lingering touches, warm kisses, and quiet giggles. The couch felt empty without him next to me, the apartment felt quieter, even the weather was gloomier because we weren’t together. To top off the lonely morning, I was welcomed by a surprise visit from mother nature. No Jack cuddles and my period, worst Sunday ever. 

Jack made it home around noon, but didn’t join me under the fuzzy blanket on the couch despite my outstretched arms begging him to. He said he had to go shower because the ones at the rink were being repaired; not even stopping to greet me with a kiss because he was too sweaty. The morning was already challenging enough without Jack there, but the lack of affection when he came home sent my Sunday blues into a complete spiral.

The season hasn’t even started and our Sunday morning rituals have already crumbled. Jack and I created a lot of rituals over the summer between time at the lake with his family and his surprise visits to my office during the work day. There were so many small moments that I didn’t want to give up; holding hands on walks through the park, lunch being dropped off with a smile, blaring Harry Styles out on the boat, cuddling out on the deck watching the stars. I love Jack more than words can describe, but hockey season was hitting me hard this year. Tears pricked on the skin under my eyes, threatening to fall as I clutched my now cold coffee for dear life and watched as rain pelted against the windows. 

“Babe, where’s Luke?” I heard Jack call out distantly. I was too absorbed in my thoughts to register that he was expecting a response. 

Shivering as I watched the sky pour out its sadness, I wrapped the fuzzy blanket even tighter around my shoulders. The sky was crying, just like my soul. There wasn’t much I could do at this point to stop my tears from free flowing like the rain that fell from the sky. The sound of raindrops and sniffles enveloped the apartment, though neither were loud enough to drown out the sound of Jack calling for me again from the bedroom. Part of me registered that he was calling for me but the other part of me was so lost in my thoughts and sadness that I couldn’t answer. My mind was too busy running through a list of all the things that were going to change once hockey season started. No more surprise coffees or dinners by Chef Jack or binging tv shows or— a strong hand on my shoulder shook me from my thoughts. Blinking for a moment as I came back to reality, I glanced to my right seeing Jack at my side, a look of confusion painted across his face. I quickly scrambled to put my coffee mug on the table and dry my tear stained cheeks before Jack noticed.

“Kira, did you hear me?” Jack asked as his pupils zeroed in on the stray tears that escaped my eyelashes.

“Hmm? Oh no, I missed that,” I mumbled while I attempted to avoid his gaze. Whenever Jack sensed something was off, he would stare at me with those piercing blue eyes and read me like a book. I didn’t want him to know about this, the tears and moping. Instead, I stared at my fingers which were trembling as I tried to mask my true feelings. 

“I asked where Luke was,” Jack’s voice softened, his tone was warm like honey and was just a sweet.

“Oh, uh he went out with the guys, I think,” I murmured as I glanced up meeting the gentle gaze of the man I was longing for. That was a mistake, I thought as the tears welled in my eyes once more. My gaze shifted to the ceiling in a last ditch attempt to hide my sadness. 

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Jack questioned as he shuffled to sit on the couch next to me, cushions shifting with his weight. His arm slid from my shoulder to wrap around my body, pulling me closer to his warm embrace.

“Nothing,” I muttered. Being this close to him was making my defenses weak, his arms felt like home to me as he squeezed me tightly. 

“Babe, come on. I can tell something’s wrong, just tell me what’s going on,” his voice grew softer as he pressed soft kisses into my scalp, in a silent way he was reassuring me that he would always take care of me. 

“Seriously, Jack it’s silly,” I commented while nuzzling further into his frame. Cuddling on the couch, this was the Sunday I recognized. 

“Babe, you’re crying. I guarantee it’s not silly,” he whispered as he leaned back to meet my gaze once more. Those blue eyes always made me weak, times like this were when he truly could read me like a book. 

“Just feeling sad,” the words tumbled from my lips. I could tell from the way he raised his eyebrows that he wanted to know more. “Lonely, I guess. You weren’t here when I woke up,” I stammered.

Realization fell upon his face, “and it's Sunday. I wasn’t here for our routine.”

“I just worry,” I paused for a moment. “That it’s over now.”

“What’s over now?” confusion gracing his angelic features.

“Our perfect summer, those special moments. The office visits, walks in the park at lunch, cooking dinner together, and spending Sunday’s in bed,” I trailed off.

“Babe, why would that be over?” he asked gently as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

I hesitated for a moment, not wanting him to hate me for what came next. “Hockey,” I whispered.

“Right, hockey,” Jack nodded in understanding. I could tell the wheels were turning and he was doing his best to get to the bottom of what was going on. 

“It’s stupid, I know,” my gaze dropped down once more. Jack’s fingers rested under my chin, tilting my head back so I would look at him again.

“It is not stupid Kira, not even a little,” he paused while his words registered in my mind. “Those moments, this summer was special to me too. Hockey is not going to stop those moments.”

“You promise?,” my voice was full of surprise as he made every effort to reassure me.

“Of course I promise. I know hockey is starting back up, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you this morning. But I am going to make sure that I bring you coffee whenever I can, that we spend some of our Sundays on the couch together, that I dazzle you with my cooking skills. Just that we keep up with those special rituals we started,” a smile formed on his lips as he spoke. I couldn’t help but start to smile too, those moments meant just as much to him as they did to me.

“Yeah, I don’t want to lose those,” I commented as I leaned in closer to his embrace.

“I don’t want to either, I feel more connected to you than ever. More in love with you than ever,” he said as his smile was in full force. Damn, he has a great smile. 

“I love you too,” I leaned forward, gently brushing my lips with his. “I don’t know why this is so hard for me this year,” I muttered, more to myself than to Jack. 

“Babe it was a fucking amazing summer and…” he stopped midsentence, pausing in thought. 

“What?” I questioned, lips still so close to his that I could feel his breath tickling my skin. 

“Well…” Jack hesitated. “It’s the seventeenth today.”

“So?” my face scrunched up, utterly confused by Jack's need to point out the date to me.

“Kira, it’s the seventeenth today,” Jack stated matter-of-factly. Confusion filled my brain for a moment, was there something important happening today? After a few seconds it hit me like a freight train.

“My fucking period,” clarity rushed through me. It all made sense now. “I’m always sad on the first day of my period,” I stated while Jack nodded along as my realization set in. 

“That doesn’t mean that being upset about this is wrong, it’s okay babe,” he replied. There he was, so emotionally mature for his age. He is such an attentive person. How did I get such a good guy?

“Thanks Jacky, you always know how to make me feel better,” I smiled gratefully as I pecked his lips once more.

“You know what will make you feel even better?” he asked as a sly smile crossed his face.

“What baby?” I questioned. That smile was not always a good sign, sometimes he had something chaotic up his sleeve when that smile graced his face.

“A movie day!” Jack exclaimed as he shuffled to a standing position. “You can change into your comfy clothes, we can watch Harry Potter, order pizza. The whole deal,” his voice filled with excitement as he pulled the cozy blanket off my lap.

“That sounds amazing,” excitement filled me as Jack helped me off the couch to my feet. He is always so thoughtful, truly knows how to make me happy.

“Go change and I’ll order the pizza,” he instructed as he twirled me around him so I was facing the hall to our bedroom. Giggling for a moment as a glimmer of his goofiness shone through.

“Ooh I’ll have pepperoni with–,” I was cut off before I could finish my thought.

“Pepperoni with dairy free cheese and extra sauce, got it babe,” he stated as he waved me off and scrolled his phone, presumably to order our food.

“You know me too well,” I smiled as I scurried down the hall to change into my favorite comfy clothes. 

“Wouldn’t be the man of your dreams if I didn’t,” Jack called after me. I couldn’t help but smirk over his words, cocky but they were true.

After changing into one of Jack’s Devils sweaters and leggings I made my way back to the living room where Jack had been setting up snacks, fuzzy blankets, and most importantly the Harry Potter movies. Jack smiled up as he noticed me reentering the room, patting the couch beside him for me to join.

“Is that my sweater?” he smirked as I plopped down on the couch and nuzzled into his side. 

“Mine now,” I quipped while wrapping my arms around him. 

“We’ll see, might have to steal it back from you,” he teased as he slid his warm fingers under the sweater and pinched my side.

“Looks better on me,” I teased back as I stole the remote from him and pressed play on the movie before resting my head on his shoulder.

“Can’t argue with you there,” he whispered before pressing his lips gently to my scalp as he wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me closer to him, if that were even possible. “You know, we could create some new rituals during this season. Doesn’t have to stop when summer ends,” he stated as the ominous music from the movie played in the background.

“I love that idea,” I replied as my body relaxed against his. Comfortable silence filled the air between the two of us as we both settled into the movie while the characters started a rather tense discussion on the screen. The blankets and Jack kept me warm while we got lost in the movie universe we had been immersed in many times before. 

A little while later as some action was just starting to peak in the movie, the front door burst open and behind it was Luke Hughes with a box of pizza. “Hey, you started a movie without me?” he questioned, clearly offended that we left him out. 

“Not my fault you’re missing the Sunday ritual man,” Jack shot back without even glancing up from the screen.

Luke shuffled over to us with the pizza box in hand, “dude I was picking up your pizza.”

“Thanks Lukey,” I smiled at the younger boy as I adjusted myself next to Jack. He nodded with a smile as he set the pizza down on the coffee table. Just as he turned to walk away, I patted the open spot on the soft couch cushion beside me. “Join us Lukey, you haven’t missed much.” Luke smiled as he took a seat next to me, leaning forward to open the steaming hot pizza.

“I guess Sunday rituals are for everyone,” Jack rolled his eyes teasingly as I pressed my lips to his cheek. There is nowhere I would rather be than on the couch with my boys hanging out. I guess this Sunday didn’t turn out so bad after all, all thanks to the younger NHL superstar I met all those years ago, my Jacky Hughes.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes #jack hughes imagines #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl #nhl imagine #my writing #hockey #hughes brothers #nhl hockey

[the-possum-writes]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

❥Character: Patrick O'Hara (Web Slinger)

❥Fandom: Spiderverse

❥Tags: NSFW, gen!neutral reader, unspecified g*nitalia, PWP, sweetheart as a pet name

❥Synopsis: Imagine being new to the spider society and after meeting Web Slinger you're immediately smitten and whisper to yourself. "Uff, I wouldn't mind riding that cowboy to save a horse." And next thing you know he's got you cornered and say. "I heard you like saving horses."

❥A/n: I would've liked to write relationship hcs first but I would need to investigate more, so enjoy this P/with plot. 🤠

Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined riding a spider horse beside a cowboy in a society of spider people, as if being bitten by a radioactive spider wasn't bizarre enough. The trip on his horse Widow is undoubtedly bumpy, but after talking with Web Slinger, he's been nothing but charismatic and charming, so when he offered you a ride, you were quick to accept, especially now that you're able to wrap your arms around this athletic build.

"First time riding a horse?" You tighten your grip on Web Slinger's strong midsection as his horse suddenly turns sharply to race on the underside of a staircase. If you played your cards well, your hands might "accidentally" slide a few times simply to run them over his abdomen.

"No, but in my world, horses don't exactly gallop across the ceilings." You cough and chuckle, trying not to look down as the blood rushes to your head from being upside down.

"It's just like any other horse. Though, you're going to have to grab on tighter for this part." even though his tone is stern, you get the impression he's smiling under his bandana as Widow dashed through plenty passageways. Web Slinger climbs off first and helps you down after noting how unsteady you are after the trip after a few dizzying jumps later Widow comes to a rest as you quickly reach at the location where you file for one of those multidimensional gadgets.

"How are you feeling, partner? Widow was just trying to show off; we don't typically provide joyrides." Widow neighs with a contented breath as Web Slinger apologizes.

"I'm fine; I just need a minute or two." Even though you feel as though the world is spinning, you can't really complain because you got to share body heat with this charming guy. Web Slinger may come off as stern and unwelcome at first, but he has been an absolute gentleman. He may make fun of you occasionally, but how can you be mad when it results in a hug?

"How about you take a breather while I fetch you some water, I won't take long!" and with that he pulls out one of his guns and web swings himself to the nearest vending machine.

Leaning against Widow, you take a moment to calm yourself down. You briefly close your eyes to gather your thoughts before Widow's mane hairs begin to tickle your nose. "Heh, you're really quite something, aren't ya girl? You stroke beneath her head and hear her let out a breath, "You're lucky to be his partner, I know I'd love to spend more time with him. Between you and me, I'd definitely ride that cowboy to save a horse," you chuckle softly to yourself, realizing how ridiculous you must look chatting raunchy topics with a horse. Web Slinger returns with a bottle of water, which he throws to you as you catch it with one hand, and you immediately stop talking.

He inquires, "Are you feeling any better?"

"Definitely, after talking to your buddy here, it helped." You lightly pat Widow's side.

"Oh? Is that true? Web Slinger briefly held Widow's head in his hands as if speaking to her, and from the sound of his voice and the way his eye mask moved, it appears like he is interested in what is being said. Which you hoped wasn't a thing.

You make a joke, "Yeah... she's very talkative."

He played along, saying, "Huh, good things about me I hope."

You didn't like the way his voice changed since it seemed like he was on to you, but you had no way of knowing, so you instantly changed the subject. "Anyway! I should get moving so Miguel doesn't come up and chastise me for not wearing a bracelet, hah! By the way, thanks a lot."

"No problem, you know how to reach me if you need help with anything else." As Widow begins a quick gallop, Web Slinger taps his bracelet and tilts his hat to say goodbye before you turn around and go your own ways. However, the manner he is holding the reins behind you causes him to stop moving, and Widow stopped moving when she felt what her rider was thinking.

You anticipated that it would be some time before you saw Web Slinger again, but to your surprise, he came looking for you right after you received your new, sparkly bracelet. In fact, you were tinkering with it when he arrived. He approached you from behind, coming up to you on foot, saying, "Looking quite fancy."

"Thanks Spider "Byte said it should help with the glitching and traveling," you say as you turn around to face him. "Speaking of which, where's that partner of yours?" you ask, referring to the horse.

"Widow is at the cafeteria, she loves the empanadas there, in fact you should try them sometime." Web Slinger mentions with a small laugh before pausing briefly. "But also, she wanted to give me some privacy so we could talk."

"And what do you wanna talk about that not even your horse isn't here? You two seem inseparable." you ask of him, but while you kept questioning it inside your head you didn't notice how there was less and less people around you two.

"Well you're right on that, you see, we were both bitten by the same spider so we have this mental link I call Rider sense," while the man gave his explanation you two turn the corner in a secluded hallway. "And let's just say a little spider told me you have a thing for 'saving horses~" he purposely blocked your left side with a single arm, leaning closer for dramatic effect. Back in your universe you recognize it as a kabedon.

The realization became apparent in your expression, even if you were wearing a mask or not. But there's advantages to being cornered, especially for a spider. "What can I say? I'm quite the animal activist." you lower your voice a bit, drawing him close enough to walk you fingers up his chest.

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Riding a cowboy can't compare to riding a horse, but they sure are similar enough. The wooden headboard cracks under the pressure of your grip as you hold onto dear life, you're lucky Web Slinger took you to a secluded cabin in his universe cause it's imposible to contain the unholy noises coming from you when bouncying on the mighty steed that is Patrick O'Hara's cock.

"Slingeeer...! Fuck..." you lower your hands to his bare chest, your fingertip twitching on the few hairs scattered over his pectorals.

"Patrick, the names Patrick." he tells you with a strangled grunt. Web Slinger's is currently laying on his back as you ride him senseless, even if that spider bite gave you inhuman strength this man still has your legs cramping as you keep up with his own speed, he helps you by firmly holding your hips with his bare hands like the leather straps on Widow's harness but instead it's to keep you steady as the friction between your joined sexes becomes slippery and heated. Normally you'd hold on for longer but there's something about the angle of his raw cock inside you, the smell of sweat and the insinuating creaking of the bed that has you coming close all over this cowboy.

"God, you're so tight-" Web Slinger struggles to regulate his rhythm as he reaches his end as you milk his needy cock. He immediately sits up to wrap his tan arms around you, ramming inside you desperately as he chases his own high.

"...Patrick... PATRICK!" the edge of your climax catches up to you and doesn't let you string out anything that isn't helpless whining.

You didn't think his voice could get any hotter due to that old timey accent but you're proven wrong when he comes inside you with an array of deep growls and breathy sighs, hearing your name in between a few whispers. "That's it, so good for me, fuck, FUCK." even though he stayed still for a while Patrick still held a nice hold on you, bringing you down with him as he collapses back into the worn out mattress and tangled sheets.

"So... what you think sweetheart?" Patrick asks , propping himself on an elbow as he gives you a lazy smile.

"Wow, just wow." you exasperate. "I mean.. It's been a while since I had this much fun during a joyride." you attempt to comb your sweaty hair only to find Patrick's hat on your head, tossing it away with a laugh as you forgot you were wearing that thing.

"Expect nothing less with me sweetheart," he traces his fingertips over the side of your body, enjoying the afterglow.

#Patrick O'Hara x reader #patrick o'hara #Spiderverse #web slinger #spiderman beyond the spiderverse #webslinger x reader

[lambertdiary]

I love your writing so much. I love seeing your posts every day!!! I have a request for Dalton - basically him Chris and readers are at a party and and dalton let loose for once and started drinking. After a few drinks, he gets really touchy with the reader and is all over her and is needy. And is like "I need you" and then you can make it into smut? 🙏

A/N: this one ie heavily inspired by ‘so it goes’ by taylor swift. as always please let me know what you think and if you're not comfortable reading this content feel free to exit my blog! likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫶🏻

Word Count: 1.6k+

Warnings: NSFW, smut, established relationship, alcohol consumption, language (again, if you're not comfortable reading this please keep scrolling)

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So It Goes

Y/N was in her dorm looking through her clothes. She was getting ready to impress her boyfriend and for another dumb party Chris begged them to attend. It was Saint Patrick's Day and apparently it was a tradition for the frat houses to throw a big party, none of them were good though. 

The flier said ‘green outfits were encouraged’ but after trying on a few different outfits, she finally decided on a black dress. She wanted to wear something attractive but not too revealing, just enough to drive Dalton crazy. They had been keeping their relationship a secret from everyone, including Chris, and were planning on keeping it like that for a while. 

“Woah, since when do you dress like that for a frat party?” Chris asked, closing the door behind her.

“Is this too much?” Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, examining her dress choice.

“No!” Chris quickly replied “You look fantastic, I was just surprised to see you in such a beautiful dress for a lame party” 

“Oh, thank you” She smiled at her friend “I don’t know, i have a good feeling about this one”

Chris was pretty much ready too, just finishing up her make up and waiting for Dalton to get there so they could leave together. It was usually like that, for some reason they went to a lot of parties even though they always said they weren’t coming back.

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation and an eager Y/N ran to open it, revealing Dalton on the other side.

His eyes widened as he whispered “Oh wow, Y/N… you look-”

“Dalton, you look like you’re excited to go” Chris said when he noticed his smile.

He instantly blushed and entered the room “Are you guys ready?”

“We have been ready for like 15 minutes, why does it always take you so long to get here?” Chris asked him.

“Less time to be at the party, I guess” Chris rolled her eyes and stood up from her bed, examining her two friends’ outfits noticing they were both dressed in black.

“And how come I’m the only one wearing green?” 

“I have green earrings” Y/N replied, moving her hair to show off her jewelry. They both looked at Dalton, who obviously did not care about the dress code, he just shrugged his shoulders and hoped that wouldn’t become a problem. The two girls rolled their eyes and left the building, forcing him to guide them to their destination. 

They arrived at the ridiculously decorated frat house, already a bunch of frat dudes wandering outside, too drunk to know where they were. 

“Well, this looks promising” Y/N whispered.

“If someone gets sick inside, we’re leaving” Chris mentioned before going in.

They had to admit, this party looked like it had potential, the alcohol table had more options, the dance floor a lot bigger and so far, no weird looking liquids on the floor.

Like always, a group gathered to play stupid drinking games. Passing around shots of who knows what to get started. It started out slow, but after chugging beer out of plastic cups the games got more competitive. 

Y/N and Dalton weren’t paying too much attention to whatever new game the rest of the group was playing, so far their night summed up in sharing lustful looks in the dark and being a little too handsy, double checking their surroundings to make sure they didn’t get caught. 

It went on for a while, until Dalton came up to her and whispered “I need you” Looking around to ensure no one else heard him “Please” He groaned next to her ear. 

She did too, so when they noticed Chris was too busy getting drunk with the others, they sneaked upstairs to find somewhere more private. 

They didn’t have any luck at first, until Dalton finally opened an unlocked door that led to a tiny bathroom. They started kissing as soon as they went in, closing the door behind them. His back was against the wall and he was blindly looking for the lock on the door. 

Moments later, he lifted her up and carried her over to the sink, having a full view of the two of them in the dirty mirror behind her. It escalated quickly, the kisses getting more desperate and the room getting hotter by the second.

“We have to be quick” He breathed in between kisses. Y/N just hummed in response.

She moved to his neck and Dalton’s hands dropped from her face, and his big hands started running up and down her exposed thighs, getting closer to in between her open legs, painfully slowly. Once he reached her underwear he began to run his fingers over it.

“Mhm, Dalton” Y/N hissed at the contact. Hearing her got him more worked up, so he completely got rid of her painties and put it on the back pocket of his jeans, then without even looking he found her clit and started to gently stimulate her, occasionally taking care of the rest of her slit. Y/N was gasping with her mouth wide open and her head was now resting on his shoulder.

Dalton felt his cock twitch in his pants, so he pulled out his wet fingers, ready to unbutton his own pants, until he remembered one more thing they needed to keep going.

“I’ll be right back” Dalton said as he left the bathroom. It only took him like a minute to come back, and he happily showed her a small aluminum package, once again locking the door behind him “I might know where Nick keeps his condoms”

“Ew, that's Nick’s?”

“It’s sealed” He clarified. He went back to stand in between her legs, and without wasting any time , pulled down his pants, just enough to free his throbbing cock. He carefully put on the condom and stroked it a few times before aligning himself with her entrance, slowly pushing in and both of them moaning at the same time. He quickly found a pace that was pleasurable for the both of them.

“Shit” She whispered, with her hand gripping the marble top sink for dear life. Dalton grinned wickedly, pulling her leg so it hooked around his hip. 

He continued to pound into her as she creeped under his shirt and found his bare back, her cold hands making Dalton quiver a little, and he was sure she would be leaving scratches down his back, which drove him crazy. 

Biting his lips as he brushed his hair back “Fuck” A low groan came out of him. His other hand found her clit to help her with her pleasure. At first, rubbing it slowly, but gradually worked at a fast pace that made her stomach tense. Y/N couldn’t do anything else but whimper uncontrollably “Does it feel good, baby?” He asked. 

“Yes” She managed to answer in between moans. Y/N left his back and gripped his shirt for a moment, but then buried her hands in his hair as he thrusted quickly and desperately into her. 

They were completely caught up in the moment, the sound of their moans, the heavy breathing and the slapping of their skin giving away what was going on in that bathroom, but they weren’t worried about if there was someone outside. Y/N tightened her thighs around his waist, bringing him closer to her and causing her dress to ride up her thighs even more “Please- almost there” She breathed. 

Dalton went faster and took a minute to stare at the mirror, meeting with his own gaze and the back of his frenetic girlfriend, he could see her hair move along with his thrust and her ass roll along the top sink. His hand grasped tightly at her skin as he could sense his own orgasm approach. He kept up his rough pace until he could feel her thighs trembling around him. She was squeezing him, alerting him that she was close “Dalton” Y/N cried out.

Her walls pulsate around him as his rhythm becomes more and more desperate. The overstimulation of his fingers on her clit and his cock inside of her became too much, and she finally reached her release. Y/N felt a wave of electricity hit her as her body jerked against him. This made him lean his head forward and rested it on her shoulder, his hot breath hitting her skin as he mumbled a mixture of swears and moans. It didn’t take long for his orgasm to get him, his thrusts became sloppier and his breathing a lot heavier and uneven.

“Shit” He rasped out, leaving her clit and wrapping his arms around her waist, only thrusting a few more times until he felt his cum spill into the condom. After their orgasms ended, he pulled out of her. She met his eyes again and studied his face, noticing the lipstick marks all over his face and neck.

She giggled and ran her thumb over the stained marks “We have to clean up” She said, before pulling him in for a kiss. They cleaned up and fixed their hair and clothes before coming out, but Y/N felt like she was forgetting something “Dalton…” She started, but stopped when she spotted her underwear hanging from his back pocket. Y/N softly hit his back and grabbed her own panties “Why do you have these on your pocked?” 

“I didn’t want them to touch the dirty bathroom floor, did you?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. She rolled his eyes at him and quickly put them on “Come on, let’s find Chris before she finds us”

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert fanfic #dalton lambert smut #dalton lambert imagines #dalton lambert fluff #insidious #insidious the red door #insidious 5 #ty simpkins

[ellielatinagf]

Ellie Williams hc <3

I’m a new author. Might not update much but I will when I can! Sfw. Not proofread.Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Ellie would definitely be an iPad kid. She would also get mad when you interrupt her while she’s eating ramen and on part 36 of the Lorax movie on tik tok

She prefers silver jewlary over gold. She might have her ears pierced and put small earrings in them. Definitely has some simple black metal rings

The girl can skate. Not saying she’s the best but she can do some simple cruising. But she tried to do tricks to impress you and ends up with bruises and cuts

Cannot talk to women for the life of her. When you met Ellie you complimented her outfit. She got nervous and wanted to compliment you back but damn you were hot. She ended saying “oh thanks nice elbows!” The poor girl never lived that down

Is a Fortnite god. But one time she was so hyped for the game that when she died at 2nd place she flopped on the couch so hard she broke a couch leg. Jesse was laughing so hard you could hear him through the headset

When she was little she used to put on a hoodie and her hair on her forehead and used to pretend she was a boy. She would take pictures of herself on her little iPhone6. You somehow got the pictures and laugh at them every now and then

Ellie actually keeps her nails neat and clean. She’ll clean then and file them so they’re not too long. She’ll even put on a coat of clear nail hardener. And for some reason it’s actually really hot

Has drafts on tik tok of her trying to do the “one line” challenges and a bunch of other tik tok Games. However she also has some drafts of guitar playing and a couple thirst traps here and there

She’s your personal chauffeur and will call you her passenger princess. She will blast your shared playlist and have one hand on the wheel and the other in your hand. She likes to mess with people so at a red light she will look at the car next to her and go 🤨✌️

Your saved as “babe💋” on her phone and your contact photo is a cute picture of you in front of a statue or piece of art from a museum. Meanwhile her contact name is “smelly ellie” with a silly picture of her tripping or making a funny face

*Smelly Ellie calling*

You: Hey Smellie

Ellie: STAWP🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

As of her occupation, she might actually be a co owner of a guitar shop that Joel bought. Either that or she might work as a mechanic in Tommy’s shop

She follows NASA on Instagram and liked every picture they post of a new image of a star or planet. She’d also send it to you and spit fun facts about it

Her favorite character on SpongeBob is Patrick. She thinks he’s so underrated and a comedic masterpiece. She watches every episode of the new spinoff “The Patrick Show”

The girl has the weirdest conspiracy theories that sound so weird but she makes them make sense. Like you’ll both be out at a restaurant eating and she’ll start telling you how she thinks the world will end

I don’t know about this one but I think she’d also be interested in the ocean. Marine life is just as cool to her and loves aquarium dates (when she’s not hunting down Abby)

When someone says something dumb on Instagram or Tik tok comments she’ll report them and then forget about it. Then when they reply two weeks later saying the user didn’t violate guidelines she’ll get mad again

I feel like no one talks about high school Ellie enough!! The girl played sports like maybe lacrosse and basketball. Joel was in the stands with her uncle Tommy cheering her on and you were with Dina holding a poster and had made a jersey with her name and number on the back. She was a little embarrassed but loved it

She and Jesse tried to convince Dina to let JJ enter a toddler race for a cash prize of 100 dollars

Sorry if this is so bad omg I’m just starting out but thanks for reading!!! This was fun I’ll definitely do more! Don’t be shy drop some recs!

Free Palestine🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

#ellie williams #ellie the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie tlou #ellie hcs #joel miller #the last of us #ellie x reader

[the-cannibal]

Slashers with a s/o that is sensitive to certain foods

Okay this is kinda self indulgent-

This is also really short but I hope you like them!

Gender neutral reader - they/them and you is used

Includes: Predator/Yautja, Belch Huggins, Jason Vorhees, Vincent Sinclair, Tiffany Valentine

Yautja

Your mate is probably a bit confused. Yautja’s (for the most part) don’t experience this kind of things with food like you do.

Certain foods make your stomach hurt? And can even make you sick? Oh now there’s another things that they have to worry about, you humans are so fragile!

They will remember which foods upset you, because let’s be honest, they remember everything.

This may make hunting trips a bit more difficult, but for you they don’t care! They would travel to earth every day so you can eat if they had to!

They would cuddle up to you and rub their giant hand over your stomach if it’s upsetting you. They would also totally get you any medicine that may help you. Good thing for you that Yautja medicine is better than normal earth medicine!

Belch Huggins

Oh you poor baby :(

This man 100% would have a little notebook of all the foods that upsets you. He would also have notes on what foods are your favorite :)

If anyone (aHEM PATRICK AHEM-) tries to sneak you food that they know will upset you, he will not hesitate to beat them up. No one hurts his partner >:(

I like to imagine he’s really good at cooking, so he likes to surprise you with your safe foods! He learns how to make them!

You eat something that upsets you/makes you sick? This precious boy is holding your hair back (if your hair is long enough, if it’s short then he’s gently running his fingers through it, if no hair then uhhh… patting your back?) if you throw up. He’s rubbing your stomach and kissing you all over.

Jason Vorhees

This man is such a mother hen.

He knows all your safe and unsafe foods.

If you get sick from eating something he is keeping you on bed rest until he is sure you are better.

He’s actually a pretty alright cook!.. most of the time… okay he burns stuff quite a bit, but it’s the thought that counts!

He would do at home remedies to try and help you and your upset stomach. I hope you like tea, because he makes a lot of it!

Vincent Sinclair

Would stop whatever art he was working on if you felt sick to help you and comfort you.

Omg his hands are probably always so warm from the wax, so it would feel so nice when he gently rubs your stomach 🥺

He offers art as a distraction if distractions help you (they do for me personally)

I don’t think he cooks often, and if you don’t he will go up to whoever cooks and tells them what you can’t have. He would learn to cook for you!

Tiffany Valentine

We all know she likes to cook and bake, so she would totally make her recipes safe for you to eat!

Oh her poor baby is feeling sick? Come lay down honey, let nurse Tiff take care of you!

She is smothering you in love in care, don’t even try to stop her! Her partner is feeling sick then she’s gonna take care of them!

Totally has a heating pad ready for you whenever you need it. Or perhaps you’d prefer a heated blanket? Or both? Whatever you need or want you tell her and she’ll get it for you!

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