#pyrocynical x reader

[p-pyrocynical]

Cheesy Eggs

requested: IHOP and chill talks

 “Your hands are so small,” Niall says as he holds your hand in his, dancing your fingers along his palm.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll be sure to buy some new ones next time,” you say sarcastically while laying your head on his chest. Niall laughs softly. 

  The both of you zone out, smiles still lingering on your faces. Your ears are filled with white noise and the chatter of the streets outside your window. Moving the sheer curtain aside, you watch hundreds of strangers walk past and wonder what they’re up to. Are they busy, in a hurry? Or are they just passing time? Your eyebrows furrow together in concentration.

  “What’re you thinking about?” Niall breaks the silence while still playing with your hand.

  “IHOP. I’m thinking about IHOP,” you flip over onto your stomach and lean on your elbows, facing Niall’s lazy eyes and puffy cheeks. He still gives you butterflies.

  “Are you fucking serious?” That forever smile grows upon his lips once again.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” 

  “You make a good point. Shit, now I want IHOP,” he sighs.

  “Those golden pancakes,” you daydream.

  “Strawberry syrup,” Niall interrupts.

  “Holy shit, the strawberry syrup, oh my god.”

  “Hands down, best hashbrowns I’ve ever had.”

  “I’m gonna have to stop you right there, honey bunches. IHOP’s hashbrowns are nothing compared to Waffle House. And they’re cheaper. You just can’t compete with that.”

  “Nah, nah nah nah nah. See, that’s where you’re wrong. Quality over quantity, my dear. You don’t feel like you’re getting stomach cancer when you eat IHOP’s hashbrowns.”

  “I will take cancer over IHOP’s hashbrowns any day. Except today. Let’s go get some fucking IHOP. Also, I don’t think you used that expression right,” You say, bouncing up and ripping Niall from the bed. 

  You both race while shoving your shoes onto your feet and run to the door. Sprinting towards the car, Niall suddenly makes a U-turn back towards the apartment. 

  “Where are yo-”

  “I forgot the keys,” Niall yells, making you bust into laughter.

  After a few seconds, Niall returns, shaking the keys in his hand. You hop into the car and start the long journey to IHOP. 

  You enter the restaurant and are seated by a window, tucked away from everyone else.

  “Gee, why don’t you just scare off everyone in the restaurant. Look, they’ve sat us alone in a corner.” You nudge Niall playfully. 

  “Ah, sorry love.” He jokes.

  The food arrives (you both ordered extra hashbrows)  and you stuff your faces in silence for a bit. The sky fades to dark, and the majority of the restaurant clears out. You’re in the middle of giggling from something Niall said. He watches you. How your eyes seem to close more and more the harder you laugh. How your cheeks squish and your dimples sink.

  “You know I love you, right?” Niall stops you mid sentence.

  “Getting a bit deep for being in IHOP, aren’t we?” You sheepishly try to brush off his words.

  “Can you shut the fuck up, I’m trying to be a good boyfriend,” he teases.

  “Fine, fine. Yes. Yes, I know,” you grab his hand from across the table, “hm.”

  “What is it?”

  “I don’t recall ordering cheese with these eggs...”

  “Oh my fucking God,” Niall drops your hand and covers his face. 

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Commentary Crew Preference x Their First Gay Relationship

A/N: This was a request! Sorry for the bad uploading schedule, I’m really busy nowadays, and going through some stuff lol

Pyrocynical

Niall wouldn’t be that surprised, like surely, a gay relationship was definitely something new to him, but still, he didn’t find it that surprising to be honest. His boyfriend was much experienced with these things, and taught Niall these things, made sure that Niall was comfortable and okay, since he knew that it was his first gay relationship. Niall tried to be the loveliest boyfriend he could ever be, and he succeeded.

NFKRZ

Roman, on the other hand was very surprised that he could be in a gay relationship, especially since he lived in Russia, though the massive metropolis of Chelyabinsk wasn’t that homophobic after all. They were a bit scared of holding hands, or doing similar stuff in public, but Roman was more of a private type of guy, coming to these things. He was a bit afraid of how his subscribers might react to him being a homosexual, but his fans understood completely and had no problem with it. (Except for few retards.)

ImAllexx

Alex had absolutely no issues, confusion or anything like that. He realized that it’s completely natural, and there’s nothing to wonder about. He was completely lost in love, he loved his boyfriend so much and had no problem showing it to everyone. They were the cutest couple, and everyone loved them.

Atozy

Erling had a neutral reaction, he was kinda confused in the beginning, but so was his loved one and they had had some awesome experiences learning and figuring this stuff out together. They went to a lot of dates, most of them were just going to McDonald’s at 3am, getting 4 cheeseburgers and a big bag of fries to share, while talking about some of the deepest shit ever. If his fans would be disrespectful towards his boyfriend, Erling would get so angry and absolutely annihilate them, he was very protective, in a way.

Chubbs

Billy wasn’t that shocked, he just found his boyfriend so lovely and adorable, it just clicked to him. When the boys were out on a pint, Billy just randomly went up to this guy and started talking to him. At first it was all platonic, but the more they talked, the more Billy liked this guy (on all levels.) Then they just started talking more, and more, and more, until they both came to the conclusion that they should just be together and try this thing out. 

[pyroobsessed-blog]

ayyyooo i’m writing a pyrocynical x fem!reader on wattpad so here’s a link my dudes !!!!!! rly hope u like it

[p-pyrocynical]

fuck him.

heyo long time no see. i’m sad so this story is gonna b sad lol. just a quick update: i am currently working on all the requested fanfics, thank you all for being so patient! if you submitted a request, it will be posted in the near future! anywho here’s the story. 

  The cold air froze your toes; your skin was purple and your muscles felt tight. You took deep breaths like everyone always advised you, but no amount of oxygen could slow your heartbeat. In and out, in and out. 

  The shingles of your roof felt rough against your legs and palms. Goosebumps felt like knives as you watched the sun rise. Your phone sat a few feet away from you. Its buzzing disrupted the peace. 

  You refused to check your phone. You knew who was on the other line, and it took all the energy you had left to ignore him. You shuddered at what happened a few hours prior. 

  "You’re a piece of shit!” You stood in the hallway, your breathing uneven and fast, almost as fast as your heartbeat. Your blood pounded against your ears. Niall looked at you with wide eyes and pale skin. He spoke, but you were too angry and his words were spoken too fast and too loud. His feet were surrounded by glass shards. Your hands felt...wrong. Joints felt stiff and sore, you felt stiff and sore. You ran. 

  “What the fuck is your problem, Y/N?” Niall called after you through the thin apartment walls. “Y/N!”

You locked yourself in the bathroom. Pacing, you questioned your actions. They were justified, right? Maybe Niall is different. No. No, he deserved this! He needs to realize you won’t be here forever. But oh God, you want to. You don’t want to leave. 

 Sock-clad footsteps softly walk to the door. A shadow appears under the door. Someone is leaning on it. You hear a deep sigh. 

  “Y/N?” He says gently. He knows that tone kills you. “Love, what’s going on?”

  You don’t say anything. This has been building up for too long. It’s time to do what you do best. With a deep breath, you open the door. 

  You’re met face to face with Niall. His pleading green eyes met your bloodshot E/C eyes, begging for an explanation. Before he could speak, you wrapped him a tight hug. You rested your head on his chest and allowed him to tower over you; his figure swallowing yours. He was confused and taken back, but he quickly returned the hug, digging his head into the crook of your shoulder. In that moment, you regretted everything that was about to happen.  

  Your throat was tight, and each word was painful, but you spoken confidently, “I’ve already moved all my things back home. I hate you. You’re messy and you only care about yourself. I want you to delete my number and i never want to hear from you again. You were just a summer fling that lasted too long. I never cared about you.” You made sure to lace every word with venom. 

  He pulled away from the hug. He looked hurt, which is exactly what you wanted. But it wasn’t enough. You needed to make sure he wasn’t coming back. 

  You shoved him off you and he lightly hit the wall behind him. “Don’t touch me. I never loved you. Even after all these years, I’ve prayed for this day.” And with that, you slipped on your shoes and slammed his apartment door shut. 

  You got an uber back to your parents house. You couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. When you arrived, you rushed inside and went to your room. The walls felt like they were caving in. The window was practically begging you to open it and climb outside, so you did. 

   You finally allowed yourself to cry. Something was different about Niall. You used to never dream about your future with your past relationships, but with him you had everything planned in complete detail. That’s when you knew you were too wrapped up. You needed to destroy whatever was happening before it got too painful to leave. Everything you said was a lie; you were completely infatuated with that boy. But he couldn’t know that, he deserves better. So you sat there on the roof, with the orange sunlight painting your skin and your cellphone going crazy, resenting every atom that created your being. 

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PSA:

If I see one more leafycynical dick-in-ass rape vore piss kink fanfiction, I will fight you. Don’t be that person, please.

[p-pyrocynical]

it’s time

Requested: movie night

  Quick, heavy footsteps echos throughout your apartment. Right, left, right again; what is Niall doing? You were about to call out his name when you hear him quietly saying something in the kitchen. As he comes closer, you’re able to make out what he was saying, or more accurately, chanting. 

  “Movie night.. movie night... movie night..,” Niall chants as he stomps into the living room where you were sat. You simply roll your eyes at his childishness, but that didn’t stop his enthusiasm. “Get up! We have things to do!” he yells. You laugh softly but stay put, not moving an inch. Niall raises his eyebrows at you. A sly look covers his face as his eyes shift from the unpopped popcorn bags in his hands to you again. Catching onto his game, you being to protest, but a smile spreads across his cheeks and he begins throwing the bags at you. All the while playfully yelling, “It’s movie night, bitch! It’s movie night! Come on, don’t be a cunt!” You hide behind anything you can get your hands on, including pillows and blankets. 

  “Okay, okay! I surrender! I’ll pop the fucking popcorn!” you give in. Triumphantly, he strides over to the T.V. and sets up Netflix. You pick up the popcorn bags off the floor and go into the kitchen to pop them. After about two bags were popped, you emptied them into a large bowl and walked back to the living room. 

  The couch has been transformed into a giant pillow fort. Dozens of blankets are spread across and tall pillows line the sides of the couch. Niall squints his eyes as he read different movie titles; sometimes you couldn’t help but awe at how adorable he was. That is, until you notice he was browsing the comedy genre which makes you internally groan. 

“I don’t want to watch a comedy. Let’s watch a horror film,” you say.

 “Your movie taste is absolutely terrible. We’re watching a comedy,” he jokes and reaches across your lap to get a handful of popcorn. He selects a movie and covers you both with a blanket. 

  During the boring parts of the movie, you both held mini competitions. The main one being “who could catch the most kernels of popcorn in their mouth.” And eventually, you couldn’t shut up long enough to actually hear what was going on in the movie. The end credits flash onto the screen. Niall looks over, smiles, and says, “Movie night again tomorrow?”  

[p-pyrocynical]

Early Monday Mornings (Pyro x Reader)

   It was 4 am. The streets of London were empty; a rare occurrence. The living room was illuminated by a soft blue glow from the old sitcom playing quietly on the television. Empty bowls of cereal surrounded by little kernels of popcorn litter the coffee table. Niall’s deep breathing bounces off the walls and almost completely muffles the show that you’re not interested in. Your gaze turns to him and you giggle at his tired state. Strands of strawberry blonde hair scatter across his face and his cheeks are mushed together because of the pillows. His legs lay across your lap and yours rest on the coffee table. Unexpectedly, a loud commercial appears, pulling Niall out of his sleep. He jumps slightly at the sound and his eyes squint from the bright white light.

 He curses under his breath and you laugh softly before tapping his leg, “Hey, lets go to bed, yeah?” Niall simply grumbles more and you shake him a little harder. “Niall, come on. We have things to do tomorrow. Get up, you lazy cunt.” 

This makes him sit up, but instead of standing he grabs your waist and pulls you down beside him. “You don’t have to be rude about it,” he says tiredly. You squirm and try to get out of his grip, but in reality, you really didn’t want to leave. You sigh loudly and allow your body to grow heavy, falling asleep to the sound of cheesy comedic laughter and the scent of Niall.