#addison dailey fluff

[mollymargiela]

request: addison fluff where they go out and reader gets tired of walking in heels !!

reader = pink

addison = green

CARRY ME HOME

warnings: pure fluff, protective!addison, public attention, light embarrassment/shyness from reader & teasing but gentle banter!

the night was loud, full of laughter, lights, and music echoing from the streets. you and addison had gone out with a group of friends, hopping between spots until it was late enough that the streets had quieted down. by the time you started the walk back, your feet were already throbbing in the heels you thought would “look cute.”

you tried to mask it—taking smaller steps, keeping up conversation—but every crack in the sidewalk felt like it was plotting against you.

addison’s hand brushed yours, catching the way you slowed down. “you good?”

“yeah, totally,” you said too quickly.

he gave you that look, the one that cut right through your act. “mhmm. so that’s why you’ve been dragging your feet for the last block?”

you sighed, finally giving in. “these shoes are killing me.”

his lips tugged into a smirk, but it wasn’t teasing—it was soft. “you should’ve told me earlier.”

before you could argue, he stopped walking. “alright, give ‘em here.”

you blinked. “give what?”

“you,” he said simply, stepping closer. “arms around my neck.”

“addison, no—people are watching, and you don’t have to—”

“baby,” he cut you off gently, “you’re not walking another step like that.” his tone left no room for arguing, but the way he said it was so casual, like carrying you was the most obvious solution in the world.

you hesitated, but his arms were already sliding around you, and before you knew it, your feet were off the ground. bridal style.

your breath hitched as you clutched his shoulders. “addison—”

“relax,” he murmured, shifting you so you fit snug against him. “you’re light. i got you.”

the cool night air brushed against your face as he walked, his stride steady and strong. every few steps, he glanced down at you. “better?”

you hid your face against his chest, embarrassed and warm all at once. “yeah. way better.”

he chuckled, the sound rumbling through you. “should’ve done this two blocks ago. would’ve saved you the pain.”

you groaned. “don’t make me feel dumb.”

“not dumb,” he said softly. “just stubborn.”

up ahead, your friends noticed and started cheering, but addison didn’t even flinch. he tightened his hold on you, carrying you like you were the only one that mattered.

by the time you reached the house, you were relaxed against him, the ache in your feet a distant memory. he set you down carefully on the couch like you were fragile glass.

“stay put,” he said, already moving toward the kitchen. “i’m getting you water. and don’t even think about standing up.”

you smiled at him from the couch, heels finally kicked off, feeling both spoiled and completely cared for.

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dude my eyes hurt so bad rn like omg, they are both itchy and red im sorry i couldn’t make this longer ;(,

if my eyes don’t hurt as much tomorrow ill make sure to make a semi long one :)

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also i contributed one second to the ronathon :3

[mollymargiela]

request: one of the faze guys accidentally leaking that your in a relationship with Addison

reader = white/bold

ron = blue

max = pink

adapt = red

jason = orange

silky = purple

warnings: none really!

YOU AND ADDISON?

you weren’t even fully awake when it happened.

you’d shuffled into the kitchen in socks and an oversized hoodie that — in hindsight — may or may not have been addison’s. you hadn’t brushed your hair. you hadn’t spoken yet. you were just trying to make some cereal and get out before anyone noticed.

ron was already there. sitting at the counter eating scrambled eggs like he hadn’t just dropped the biggest social grenade of the week.

“kimmie says hi,” he said casually, mid-chew. “also, nice seeing you and addison at nori last night.”

you froze.

ron kept eating like nothing happened.

jason, who had been scrolling on his phone next to him, looked up slowly.

“wait, what?”

you glanced around the kitchen. lacy was leaning on the fridge, sipping his iced coffee. silky was at the sink. max and adapt had just walked in, still half-asleep.

you cleared your throat. “what… did you say?”

ron raised an eyebrow. “we saw you. last night. me and kimmie were at the same restaurant. you and addison were in the corner booth.”

jason blinked. “like… addison addison?”

ron glanced over. “yeah.”

jason turned toward you. “damn, you didn’t tell anyone?”

“no,” you muttered, opening the fridge just to have something to look at. “i didn’t think it was that deep.”

silky leaned on the counter. “you been sneaking around with addison?”

“not sneaking,” you said. “just… not telling people.”

“you were at dinner,” ron said. “sharing dumplings.”

“okay, chill.”

adapt spoke up for the first time. “makes sense. you two have been moving kinda different.”

“different how?”

he shrugged. “like, in sync. like you text each other goodnight.”

jason raised his eyebrows. “do you?”

you didn’t answer.

“yeah,” silky said, grinning. “they do.”

max sat down and opened a granola bar. “are you guys, like, together together?”

you glanced at him. “i guess? it’s not a secret. we just didn’t want it to be a thing.”

“well,” adapt said, grabbing a water, “it’s a thing now.”

ron laughed. “my bad. i genuinely thought everyone already knew.”

you looked at him, deadpan. “ron, we didn’t even see you.”

he smiled. “i know. that’s why it was funny.”

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little short one :]

[mollymargiela]

addison x reader - the faze goodbye

warnings: post-stream emotional fallout, grief over change, quiet angst, comfort, friendship

—

the stream ends, but nobody moves.

the house is still full — footsteps upstairs, muffled voices down the hall, someone reheating food in the kitchen like it’s any other night. but it doesn’t feel like one.

you sit in one of the side rooms, laptop still open on the desk, the screen dark where the stream had been just minutes ago. ron, silky, alex, lacy, jason — all of you saying goodbye to a name you still technically live under.

we’re not leaving each other.

we’re still family.

nothing’s changing except the name.

you meant it. every word.

but the quiet after feels wrong, like the house is holding its breath.

your phone buzzes — group chats already filling with jokes, “love you boys,” messages from chat. you don’t open any of them. not because you don’t want to, but because you don’t trust yourself not to spiral if you do.

a knock sounds on the doorframe.

you look up to see addison leaning there, hoodie pulled up, expression tired in a way that says he watched the entire stream from somewhere down the hall.

“you good?” he asks, even though it’s obvious you’re not.

you shrug. “define good.”

he nods once, stepping inside and shutting the door halfway — not to shut anyone out, just to soften the noise of the house. he sits on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees.

“that was heavy,” he says quietly. “even knowing it had to happen.”

you lean back in the chair. “it’s weird. we’re all still here. same rooms, same house. but it already feels like something ended.”

“yeah,” he agrees. “because it did. just not in a clean way.”

you glance at him. “everyone keeps saying nothing’s changing.”

“and they’re right,” he says. “but also… they’re not.”

you let out a breath. “it feels like we’re pretending everything’s fine so nobody freaks out.”

“because that’s what you do when thousands of people are watching,” he replies. “later’s when it hits.”

down the hall, someone laughs — loud, forced, trying to fill space. the sound makes your chest tighten.

“what if people drift once we actually leave?” you ask. “like once the house isn’t a thing anymore.”

addison looks at you then, serious. “this group doesn’t stick together because of a lease.”

you huff softly. “you’re too calm about this.”

“i’m not,” he says. “i’m just used to being the guy behind the camera when things fall apart.”

you look down at your hands. “i don’t miss faze. i miss what it used to feel like.”

“that’s the honest version,” he says. “and it’s okay to say that.”

the room settles into a quiet that feels shared instead of lonely. addison shifts back against the couch.

“this part sucks,” he adds. “living here knowing it’s temporary. still making content like nothing happened. it’s like limbo.”

“yeah,” you whisper. “exactly.”

he glances toward the door. “but you’re not alone in it. none of you are. even when everyone scatters to their rooms, you’re all still carrying the same thing.”

you nod slowly. “thanks for checking on me.”

“always,” he says, standing. “house is still loud. but you don’t have to sit in it alone.”

before he leaves, he pauses. “hey — feeling sad doesn’t mean you’re not excited for what’s next. it just means this mattered.”

the door clicks softly behind him.

outside, the “faze” house keeps going — voices, movement, life continuing in a place that hasn’t caught up to the change yet.

and for the first time since the stream ended, the weight in your chest eases just a little.

i’m so sad, ron’s stream made me tear up a little. i’ll always support them no matter what, and I know this is the beginning of something great for all of them.

i hope staweenie doesn’t die 💔

[mollymargiela]

request: angst jealous Addison smut

reader = pink

addison = green

warnings: 18+ angst + jealous tension · full smut · private setting

SAY IT

the door shut harder than it needed to.

you didn’t say anything at first. just kicked your shoes off, tossed your hoodie on the chair, and glanced at addison once—arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes already on you like he was waiting for something.

“what?” you said.

he didn’t answer.

just looked away, biting the inside of his cheek.

you sighed, pulled your hair up, walked to the dresser like you weren’t already pissed.

“you’ve been weird since we left. just say it.”

he exhaled through his nose. “you know why.”

you turned to face him fully. “no, actually. i really don’t.”

he looked at you now, eyes sharp. “you really think i didn’t notice the way you were acting tonight?”

“the way i was acting?”

“yeah,” he snapped. “you think i didn’t see you all over that dude? laughing at every little thing he said like he was the funniest motherfucker alive?”

your brows shot up. “are you serious right now?”

he didn’t respond. just stared.

“he said one thing,” you said slowly, voice tighter now. “one. and i laughed. like a normal human. you’ve been weird since then.”

“because i know what that laugh sounds like when i’m the one making you do it.”

the silence after that was loud.

he stepped forward once. “you don’t even see it, do you? how different you get when someone else is watching you. like you forget who the fuck you came with.”

you stared at him, chest rising. “that’s not fair.”

he was close now. too close. voice low.

“no, what’s not fair is watching someone else get the version of you that’s mine.”

your breath hitched.

“you’re jealous,” you said, half a whisper.

he tilted his head. “no, baby. i’m territorial.”

and then he kissed you.

hard.

like he was pissed off and trying not to show it.

like his mouth was the only way to shut you up.

you didn’t fight it—you couldn’t. his hands were already on your waist, gripping tighter than usual, walking you backward until the backs of your thighs hit the bed. he pulled back just enough to murmur against your mouth:

“gonna have to remind you who you belong to, huh?”

your heart stuttered.

your hands fisted in the collar of his hoodie.

“take it off,” you whispered.

he didn’t hesitate.

pulled the hoodie over his head, tossed it, and was back on you in seconds—mouth hot on your neck, teeth dragging across your skin. you gasped, fingers raking through his hair as he pushed you down onto the bed, climbing over you like he needed you under him.

“still thinking about him?” he muttered, lips trailing down to your collarbone.

you shook your head.

“say it,” he said, voice rough. “say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours.”

“louder.”

“i’m yours.”

his hands slid up your shirt, palms warm and rough, dragging the fabric up slowly. you lifted your arms, let him pull it off. he tossed it somewhere behind him, hands already on your bare skin, mouth following.

you weren’t wearing a bra.

he smirked.

“fuck,” he muttered, lowering his head to your chest. “you make me crazy.”

you arched into him as his mouth closed around your nipple—tongue slow, teasing, while one hand squeezed your waist, holding you down. your thighs clenched beneath him, hips shifting for friction.

he noticed.

“patience,” he whispered against your skin. “you don’t get to act up all night and then get what you want right away.”

you whined, already sensitive, already needy.

he moved lower—slow, deliberate—kissing down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your sweats.

then he paused.

looked up at you, eyes dark.

“last chance,” he said, breath hot. “if i do this, you’re not walking out of this room without remembering who you fucking belong to.”

you nodded, breathless.

“please.”

he pulled your pants down in one smooth motion—along with your underwear—and threw them aside. then he spread your legs, eyes locked on you like he was memorizing the way you looked like this.

his fingers traced the inside of your thigh, slow and maddening.

“look at you,” he muttered. “already so wet for me.”

he leaned in.

the first swipe of his tongue was soft—almost sweet—but the second was rougher, more confident. his hands gripped your thighs and pulled you closer, burying his face between your legs like he had something to prove.

your hand flew to his hair, moaning his name without even thinking.

he didn’t stop. didn’t give you space to breathe.

tongue circling your clit, lips sucking, teasing, pressing until your legs were shaking and your back arched off the bed.

“addison—fuck—”

he pulled back, mouth wet, breathing hard.

“say it again.”

“addison—”

he stood, undoing his sweats in one sharp motion.

you reached for him, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“not yet,” he growled. “turn over.”

you obeyed, heart hammering.

he pulled your hips back, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other dragging down your spine. then—slowly—he pushed into you.

you gasped, jaw slack. he filled you completely, the stretch sharp and perfect all at once.

“you feel that?” he whispered against your neck. “no one else gets to touch you like this.”

you could barely nod.

he moved harder now—deep, steady thrusts that hit every nerve, his hand still tight on your hip. your moans were messy, choked, words breaking apart as you tried to speak.

“say it,” he ordered.

“you—fuck—you, addison—”

he pulled you back against him, hips slamming into yours, skin against skin. the sound of it echoed in the room, fast and filthy, and you couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe without feeling him everywhere.

his fingers found your clit again, rubbing tight circles as he thrusted harder, faster.

“cum for me,” he said, voice wrecked. “right now.”

your body clenched around him as you came—eyes rolling, mouth open, legs trembling.

he followed right after, hips stuttering, groaning your name into your skin as he spilled inside you.

⸻

you both stayed like that for a minute—panting, bodies still tangled.

he kissed the back of your shoulder. softer this time.

“you’re mine,” he whispered again, lips barely moving.

you turned your head, breath still uneven.

“i know.”

he kissed you once more.

less angry now.

but still firm.

still his.

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hopefully u like this, sorry i was inactive for a while i was busy lolll

Omg i know y’all saw that song ron and jason wroteee i cannot literally dream Eiffel tower im NOT joking im def writing a fic abt that.

[mollymargiela]

request: needyy Addison

reader = pink

addison = green

warnings: p in v, swearing, & possiveness/neediness

it was a sultry late evening at 6:30 pm pdt on wednesday, may 14, 2025, the city skyline casting a soft, golden shimmer through the sheer curtains of your shared apartment bedroom, the room bathed in the gentle, flickering glow of fairy lights draped along the headboard and walls, their warm hues dancing across the ceiling. your gaming setup in the corner stood silent, the usual hum of monitors and keyboards replaced by a thick, charged silence, the faint scent of your lavender candle lingering in the air, mingling with the urban hum drifting faintly from the open window.

addison, your boyfriend, had been on edge all day—his usual laid-back demeanor frayed by a restless energy, his hazel eyes dark with an unspoken hunger that had been building since morning. he’d paced the apartment earlier, his fingers drumming against the counter, his jaw tight, and now, as he climbed onto the bed where you lounged, the tension snapped like a taut wire.

you were sprawled across the mattress, wearing a loose, faded band tee that slipped off one shoulder, the hem riding up to reveal the edge of your cotton panties, your hair a messy cascade from a long day of streaming. addison loomed over you, his broad frame casting a shadow, his breath hot and uneven against your neck as he pressed himself closer, “fuck—need you so bad, baby,” his voice a desperate, needy whine, thick with longing, his hands trembling as they gripped the hem of your shirt.

with a rough tug, he yanked it upward, the fabric catching briefly on your skin before sliding over your head, exposing the curve of your breasts and the soft dip of your waist, his fingers brushing your sides with a hungry urgency.

“addison—please,” you gasped, your body arching instinctively toward him, the raw need in his touch sparking a fire deep within you, your skin prickling with anticipation.

his lips crashed into yours, the kiss a messy collision of desperation—teeth clashing, tongues tangling, a wet heat that left you breathless. “can’t wait—need you now,” he groaned against your mouth, his hands sliding down to your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he hooked them into the waistband of your panties.

with a swift, impatient pull, he dragged them down your thighs, the fabric catching on your knees before he tossed them aside, his own sweatpants following in a hurried heap, revealing his cock, hard and straining, the tip already glistening with precum as he pressed it against you.

“so fucking wet for me—god, you feel it?” he muttered, his voice rough, his fingers slipping between your folds, teasing your slick entrance for a fleeting moment before he aligned himself, thrusting into you with a deep, urgent stroke that stole your breath, the stretch intense, filling you completely. “addison—shit!” your voice broke into a moan, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, your nails grazing his back through his shirt.

“fuck—can’t get enough of you,” he growled, his hips setting a fast, needy rhythm, each thrust a desperate claim, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you’d bruise, the bed frame creaking under the force of his movements.

his dark hair fell into his eyes, sweat beading on his forehead, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, “need to feel you—fuck, all of you,” his words a raw plea, his lips brushing your pulse point, leaving a trail of wet kisses. the room filled with the sounds of your shared urgency—the wet slap of skin, the creak of the mattress, your soft moans mingling with his low groans, the fairy lights casting wild, shifting shadows across the walls, the apartment a cocoon for his unbridled desire, the moment a haze of pure, unfiltered passion.

your hands roamed his back, clutching at the fabric of his shirt, pulling it up to feel the heat of his skin, the muscles flexing under your touch as he drove into you.

“harder—please, addison,” you begged, your voice trembling with need, your body rocking with each thrust, the intensity building a fire in your core. “gonna give it to you—fucking mine,” he rasped, his pace growing erratic, his hands sliding under your thighs, lifting them higher to angle deeper, the shift sending a jolt through you, your head tipping back against the pillow.

his fingers found your clit, rough and insistent, circling with no finesse, just raw need, the pressure pushing you closer to the edge, “so tight—shit, you’re perfect,” he panted, his lips capturing yours again, the kiss sloppy, his tongue delving deep as if he could consume you whole. the bed rocked against the wall, the headboard thumping in time with his thrusts, the sound a primal rhythm that echoed the pounding of your heart, the city outside a forgotten hum, the connection between you a fire that roared with every needy movement.

“addison—i’m close—fuck, don’t stop!” your voice rose into a cry, your body tensing, the pleasure coiling tight, a wild, shattering wave crashing over you as your pussy clenched around him, your thighs trembling, your moans spilling freely. “yes—fuck, yes, cum for me” his groan was loud, desperate, his cock pulsing as he followed you over the edge, spilling into you with hot, erratic thrusts, his hips grinding deep, drawing out every last shudder.

his hands slackened, sliding to your waist as he collapsed onto you, his weight heavy and warm, his breath ragged against your collarbone, sweat slicking your skin together. the afterglow settled like a heavy blanket, your bodies tangled in the rumpled sheets, the fairy lights casting a tender glow, the city lights a distant shimmer, the moment a raw, tender storm, the connection between you a fire that burned steady in the wake of his needy passion, the night stretching out, endless, in the quiet aftermath of your shared release.

(not proofread!!)

can’t believe ron lost that 99 kill lead lol

also i was busy with school im so sorry ;-; ill try to post again tomorrow

[mollymargiela]

request: sad/angst: you’re having a terrible day already and then people online are saying rude things and you just breakdown. Addison bf /silky brother

silky = purple

reader = pink

addison = green

warnings: none just mini breakdown :[

everything had gone wrong from the moment you woke up—your alarm didn’t go off, making you late for a faze meeting, your coffee spilled all over your desk, ruining your notes, and the wifi kept cutting out during your stream, leaving you flustered and off your game.

the day felt like it was conspiring against you, each little disaster piling on until your chest felt tight, your patience frayed to nothing. you’d hoped streaming would lift your spirits—interacting with fans usually did—but when you checked the chat, the comments hit like a punch to the gut:

“y/n looks so tired, maybe take a break,”

“she’s not even trying today, boring,”

“faze deserves better than this,”

the words cutting deeper than they should’ve, your already fragile mood cracking under the weight.

you ended the stream early, muttering a shaky, “sorry, guys—gonna call it a day,” your voice barely holding together, the screen going black as you pushed away from your desk, the tears you’d been holding back finally spilling over, hot and fast, your hands trembling as you covered your face, a sob breaking free.

“why can’t I just get it together?” you whispered to yourself, voice breaking, the online hate mixing with the day’s failures, making you feel small, worthless, the kind of ache that settled deep in your bones, leaving you curled up in your chair, crying quietly, the room silent except for your shaky breaths.

addison walked in just then, his casual vibe a stark contrast to your storm, his presence filling the space as he saw you—shoulders shaking, face buried in your hands—and his expression softened, worry etching his features.

“y/n—babe, what’s wrong?” his voice gentle, dropping to his knees in front of you, his tattooed hands reaching for yours, pulling them away so he could see your tear-streaked face, “hey—talk to me,” his tone urgent, his thumbs brushing your cheeks, wiping away the tears, his warmth grounding you even as you cried harder, “everything’s wrong—today’s been awful, and now people online are saying I’m not good enough,” your voice cracked, “maybe they’re right—maybe I’m not,” the words spilling out, raw, your chest heaving, the weight of it all crushing you.

“no—no way, don’t say that,” addison’s voice was firm, but soft, pulling you into his arms, holding you tight against his chest, “you’re more than enough—those people don’t know you, they don’t get to make you feel like this,” his hand rubbing slow circles on your back.

his casual charm replaced by fierce protectiveness, “you’re amazing, y/n—i see how hard you work, every day,” his voice steady, his lips pressing to your forehead, lingering there, “bad days happen—doesn’t mean you’re not killing it,” his words a quiet anchor, pulling you back from the edge, his embrace warm, safe, letting you cry into his chest, your sobs slowly quieting, the ache still there but softer now, his presence easing the pain.

silky walked in a moment later—your brother, his chill, creative energy always a comfort—pausing when he saw you, his usual easy smile fading, “y/n—what happened?” his voice concerned, crossing the room quickly, sitting on the armrest of your chair, his hand on your shoulder, “you okay, y/n?” his tone gentle, looking between you and addison, who gave him a small nod, still holding you close.

“just—a rough day, and then the chat was brutal,” you mumbled, voice thick, wiping your eyes, “they said I’m not good enough for faze,” the words stung even saying them, fresh tears threatening, but silky shook his head, “that’s nonsense—you’re one of the best we’ve got,” his voice firm, “chat can be harsh—they don’t see the real you, the work you put in,” his hand squeezing your shoulder, “you’re my sister—you’re an amazing person, don’t forget that,” his tone warm, a small smile tugging at his lips, trying to lift your spirits.

“he’s right—you’re incredible,” addison added, voice low, pulling back to look at you, his hands cupping your face, “i’m so proud of you—every day, even the hard ones,” his eyes soft, full of love, “let’s take a break—me, you, silky—we’ll order food, watch something dumb, forget the internet for a bit,” his tone gentle, a plan to pull you out of the darkness, and silky nodded, “yeah—i’m down, let’s chill, y/n,” his chill vibe a comfort, the two of them surrounding you with support, their love a lifeline.

you nodded, voice small, “okay—thanks, guys,” leaning into addison again, his arms wrapping around you, silky ruffling your hair, the weight of the day lifting just enough, their care reminding you that you weren’t alone, even on the worst days.

(not proofread!!!)

short one b4 this max smut ome5

hehe i love u guys mwah mwah bye!!