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Julia

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romantic lover

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I need to go for a walk (abroad)

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Summary: Your boyfriend's idiot friends scare you while babysitting out of hope you will call him.

Ahead: Slight angst (you're mad at him), mostly fluffy, Don being an asshole, Pink being a peacekeeper and Benny sulking.

“Yeah, Tommy’s in bed.” You spoke into the phone’s receiver as you popped a piece of buttery popcorn into your mouth. You flicked through a variety of TV programs, before tossing the remote to the side and sighing dramatically, “There isn’t even anything good on TV.” 

“You could always call Benny,” Jodi giggled, “I’m sure he’s dying to hang out with you right now.”

Your brow furrowed. “How do you know?”

Jodi laughed at your tone of confusion. “He may have called me trying to track you down.”

You rolled your eyes. You were mad at Benny, and didn’t want to hear about him spending his Friday night desperately trying to track you down. It was all his fault you were stuck babysitting your neighbor’s kid tonight, afterall. Last weekend, he drunkenly begged you to hang out longer at the most recent kegger at the Moon Tower, knowing damn well you had a curfew to make. He had been your ride that night, promising to sober up and drive you home in a bit. Before you knew it, all your friends had gone home, Benny had passed out in the bed of his truck, and no viable rides were left in the lot. You were forced to sleep in the bed of his truck next to him, knowing there would be hell to pay once you got home, your curfew long passed. 

There indeed was hell to pay. You were tasked with spending your Friday night babysitting your neighbor's evil 6 year old child who didn’t listen to a word you said all night. It was the perfect, shitty night to end your shitty week. You chose to give Benny the silent treatment all week, not even letting him touch you or hold your hand. You ignored his apologies and pushed past the flowers that appeared in your locker each morning. He would have to work harder than that. 

“Are you ever going to forgive him?” Jodi asked, clearly humored by the whole thing. 

“No.” You spoke quickly, before sighing and backtracking. “I will when he earns it.”

“And how do you plan for him to do that?”

You paused, twirling the cord of the phone as you pondered. “Not sure… yet. I’ll know when it happens.”

Jodi snorted and you could practically see her eyes roll through the phone. “Sure, you will.” 

Your phone call with your friend soon ended after Jodi's ride got to her place, the honking echoing through the phone. You found yourself undeniably jealous of Jodi right now. You were impossibly bored. Nothing good on TV, all your friends were busy, and even Tommy was asleep, unable to occupy your time with his annoying habits.

You wondered what Benny was up to. Was he still calling around, or did he give up? He was probably out with his friend right now, at least two beers in and winning at pool against Don. Benny wouldn’t miss out on a good time just to sulk in his bedroom because you wouldn’t talk to him. 

Asshole. You thought, a frown taking over your features. You pushed the bowl of popcorn to the side and flopped backwards on the couch with a huff. You shut your eyes, deciding the only relief you would get from the boredom overtaking you would be the release of sleep. As you felt yourself drifting off towards rest, you were startled awake by a sharp knocking sound. 

You jolted awake, flying upward into a sitting position as another knock rang out. Tommy’s parents wouldn’t knock on the door of their own home, and they weren’t even meant to arrive home for another three hours. You hadn’t told anyone but Jodi where you were, and you knew she wouldn’t just turn up without warning. 

As your heart began to pound, the knocking became louder, more frequent. You slowly stood and tiptoed towards the kitchen, worried that somehow whatever stranger that was outside would hear the pitter-patter of your sock covered feet on the plush carpet. You avoided turning on any lights and the knocking continued, reaching blindly in the dark for something t;'o defend yourself with. Your hand found the cold handle of a knife, unsheathing it from the knife block. 

You crept down the foyer, holding your breath and knife in front of you. Luckily, the lacy white curtains covering the windows by the door were still drawn, hiding you from the eyes of the predator that was outside. 

The floorboards beneath your feet let out a sharp creak. You hissed, your breath catching as the knocking stopped in response. They heard you.

“Little girl,” A high pitched, eerie voice called out from behind the door. You held the knife up in a defensive stance. “Open the door.”

Your brow furrowed. That voice sounded… off? Like someone was disguising their voice for a sick laugh. Who would do that? You thought, before out a groan, drop your hand holding the knife to your side in annoyance. Fucking Don. 

You unlocked the door, flinging it open sudden enough to make the person on the other side jump backwards. Your suspicions were confirmed, as standing there was not only Don with a huge grin on his face, but Pink with an apologetic smile gracing his features. 

“What the fuck is the matter with you!” You barked, waving the knife in your hand wildly. 

Don just cackled, holding his ribs like he was the funniest person on earth. “We got you!”

“Yeah, yeah.” You grumbled, not finding the humor in any of this. You pointed the knife at Pink. “Were you in on this too?”

Pink held his hands up in defense. “Hey, I told him not to.” Pink promised, before admitting, “We came here to get you to call Benny.”

You cocked your head in confusion. “Why?”

Don’s laughter died out enough to say, “He’s been sulking all night. Won’t even come out with us. He’s all ‘why won’t she call me back’ and ‘her Mom said she’s out babysitting and didn’t even tell me’. He’s been a buzz killer all week because of you.”

That made you pause, a squeeze of delight running through you as you heard that he not only refused to go out, but was as sad as you all week.

“He wouldn’t go out with you guys?” You asked for confirmation, contemplating if this was a moment of forgiveness you told Jodi about.

“He won’t even walk away from the phone in case you call. The most we got out of him was that he knew you were here because your Mom told him about your whole babysitting punishment, and he didn’t want to get you in more trouble.” Pink confirmed. 

You took a deep breath, back towards the door. “I’ll call him. Thanks, Pink.” You gave him a small smile, which he returned gratefully. 

“What about me?” Don spoke up, throwing his hands in the air. “I got you out here.”

“Yeah, by scaring the shit out of me.” You pointed out.

You waved a quick goodbye to the boys before heading back inside. You sat on the couch, carefully entering a phone number you knew all too well.

At the first ring, you heard a quick. “Hello?” 

You smiled. “Get your ass over here.”

You could practically see the joy on his face as he replied. “On my way, sweetheart.”

Divider by: @pxrce-lain

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Oh, I almost forgot - - you were in the paper today too. In the back, with the obituaries.

Chicago (2002)

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Hot, Texas Night

Note: Hi! Thank you for the request and I hope you like it! Sorry it took a hot minute to post!

Ahead: 18+ MDNI, smut, pinv, loss of virginity, sweet Fred O'Bannion, slight jealousy

Your relationship with Fred O’Bannion was a bit of an anomaly. Not only was he infamous for his bad decision making, he was even more known for his asshole tendencies. When his anger flared, everyone knew to watch out. While his temper made him an animal on the football field, it didn’t make him much of an outgoing guy that you invited to hang outs.

Despite this, by your junior year, Fred became your plus one to every party or hang out. Wherever you went, Fred was following like a fierce dog guarding its owner. Everyone knew that if they messed with you, they messed with him. 

The summer had been perfect. Warm summer nights were spent with Fred, drinking cheap beer, listening to music and making out while the sounds of cicadas and Foghat surrounded you. On one of these nights, you let a revelation drop. Typically, your trists never passed some heavy petting and touching under the clothes. Tonight, you decided you were ready for more.

With Fred's hand creeping up your blouse, his calloused fingers sliding up your smooth skin, you felt a surge of bravery. You pulled back from your kiss, leaning towards his ear while your finger found the small buttons of your top. 

“Take it off.” You whispered, making his own hands pause just below your bra. 

He pulled back slightly, wanting to see your face for reassurance. “Are you sure?”

His confusion made you giggle, the look was one only you ever saw. From his worried and apprehensive eyes, to his mused hair from your hands, it was a level of vulnerability that the scary Fred O’Bannion would never allow anyone else to see. 

You popped the buttons of your blouse open, maintaining eye contact with the brunette in a way that made him flush. As more skin was revealed, Fred’s eyes darted from your own to your skin. 

“God, you better not be fuckin’ with me.” Fred muttered, a look of hunger enveloping his pupils.

“I’m not,” You promised, pulling Fred down to rest his forehead against your own. “I’m ready.” You whispered, your cheeks turning pink with the revelation. 

“You sure?” Fred whispered, brushing his lips against yours. “I want you to be sure.”

“I am.” You swore, pecking lips. 

Fred sighed, resting his head against your collarbone. You frowned, worried you said something wrong. 

“Fred?” You asked, tapping his band in confusion. 

“I wanted it to be special.” He grumbled, his head popping back up, a clear look of annoyance on it.

Your frown deepened. “What do you mean?”

“Your first time.” He stated, gesturing to your current position. “This was supposed to be something special, like on a bed of roses or some shit.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that broke free from your lips. “Fred, you’re overthinking this. It’s not the first time for both of us, or anything.”

“Yeah, but you deserve something more.” Fred grumbled, pouting like a grumpy toddler.

You rolled your eyes, sitting up and pulling Fred down to lay flat on the picnic blanket below you. He sighed, letting you as you moved to straddle his lap. He couldn’t deny that this wasn’t a bad position to be in and rapidly fixing his mood.

“I want you.” You stated, looking deeply into his eyes, making his breath hitch. “I want you without the bed of roses or anything else. I want you here. Now.” 

That is all it took for a switch to flip in his head. Before you knew it, you were on your back, your blouse tossed somewhere in the field with Fred’s shirt following closely behind. You reached around, unhooking your bra and tossing it. 

“God, help me.” Fred whispered before diving in, taking your nipple into his mouth and making gasp and grip his hair like it was tethering you to the earth. 

You knew Fred was more experienced than you by many partners. While a part of you felt a twinge of jealousy over this, a larger part of you was smug knowing no one ever had him like this. In love, loyal and obsessed with your every move and word. When it came to this, you were his first and only.

You let out a string of soft noises as his mouth explored further south. Before you knew it your shorts were gone and he gazed down at your nearly bare body. 

“You're still sure?” He asked, double checking while not being able to take his eyes off the little wet patch on your panties just below an embroidered rose on the white fabric. He felt like that was symbolic of this being the right thing for both of you. 

You didn’t answer, just wrapping a leg around his hips and tugging him forward. “Take your pants off, O’Bannion.” You demanded, a tinge of humor in your voice.

Fred complied quickly, nearly falling as he removed both his jeans and underwear in one rough yank. He settled himself between your thighs, gently pulling off your own underwear, a huge difference from the mess you just witnessed. 

Once all articles of clothing were disposed of, you felt a squeeze of nervousness within your stomach. Fred seemed to catch onto this quickly, cradling your cheek and whispering into your hair, “We don’t have to…”

“No.” You stated simply. “I want to. I just… go slow, okay?”

He nodded, and reached between your bodies, aligning himself with your core, before prodding your entrance open. The initial probing wasn’t awful, just odd. You gripped his biceps from where he was balancing his own body weight next to your head. 

“Go ahead.” You breathed, watching the vein in his neck jump.

He pushed into your depths further, letting out a hiss as your wet heat seemed to consume him. You bit your lip, feeling a sensation of discomfort and a stinging. He allowed you a moment to adjust, before proceeding onwards, slowly dragging backwards before pushing ahead further each time. You ignored the sting, digging your nails further into his skin and allowing yourself to get lost in the feeling of his strong body hovering over your own, and his soft lips trailing along your neck. Before you knew it, he was sheather within you, a grunt coming from his throat. 

“Are you okay?” Fred mumbled, catching your eyes desperately. He prayed you were, as very little could compare to how he felt right now. Heaven itself would pale in comparison. 

You nodded, “Yeah. I think I need to just get used to it. Trying moving, maybe?”

He looked unsure. “Are you positive? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Completely.” You agreed, pulling him down for a heated kiss.

As his tongue explored your mouth, his hips began to move. Without you even fully realizing it, too lost in the euphoria of the moment, you found yourself letting out an arrangement of soft, desperate sounds of pleasure. With each one, his hips sped up, rutting hard and deeper with each stroke. Both of you were panting, looking at each other like you wanted to consume each other and become one person. It was something neither of you had ever experienced. 

“Fred, I-I-” You choked on the sounds bubbling up your throat, your head thrown back and your back arching off the blanket below you. 

The feeling only increased when Fred’s hand dipped downward, finding that little bundle of nerves that you only ever explore in your bed at night, and without warning you felt an intense warmth. A white heat fell over you, running through your veins and clouding your vision. Fred soon followed, his seed spilling onto the blanket next to your leg. Your breathing was heavy as the feel left your limbs in little drops. You reached for your boyfriend, pulling him down next to you as tiredness enveloped your body.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, stroking your hair in a way that made you melt into him further.

You kiss his chest, “I’m wonderful.”

Thank you for reading!

Divider by: @tsumiinum

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i love reading, i love thinking about what i am currently reading, i love thinking about what i am going to read next, i love being privileged enough to be able to read, read, read, and read so much that i never tire of it

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heyy I really loved your Neil fic :)) I hope you write more for dps (I mistook another account for you and wrote an ask that was meant for you so idk what to say now because repeating the same thing feels weird 😭😭 I just wanted to tell you I appreaciate your writing)

That's so sweet! Thank you for the nice feedback! I'm trying to get back into things, so this helped 💖💖💖

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dazed and confused summer

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Pretty Girl Clean-Up Crew is Sabrina Carpenter, Margaret Qualley, and Madelyn Cline

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House Tour (2026) dir. Sabrina Carpenter & Margaret Qualley

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