#her lil giggle in the first gif...

[sapphire-writes]

Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) 3

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pairing: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: Tensions rise with the band as Otto Hightower runs them ragged with recording the album. You and Aegon come to a breaking point (no like for real this time you swear).

rating: Explicit

warnings: spicy stuff below the cut, choking, p in v, language, physical fighting, y'all if this isn't your thing I beg you just scroll past

word count: 4.8k

note: what an innocent lil gif for this part lmao hope you enjoy it!! loving writing this story and reading your reblogs & comments 💚

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You text Cregan when you get back to the apartment. You received an eager text from him almost immediately after entering your Uber. Baela egged you on, Rhaena laughing maniacally as she did. Truly a menacing pair the two of them can be. 

“He liiiiikes you,” Rhaena slurred, shaking her hips, “seriously you should have seen him watching while we were dancing. Practically drooling”

Heat floods to your cheeks as you remember Aemond’s gaze, the way he was watching you. The feeling of his hand on your arm. 

Jesus Christ. The drinks have gone to your head tonight because there is no way you’re blushing, no way your thighs are clenching together at the thought of Aemond Targaryen.

“Text him this! Text him this,” Baela says, holding her hands out for dramatic effect, “please Cregan, fuck me till I can’t remember the name of my shitty ex.”

You throw a pillow at Baela who catches it with ease, stuffing it under her elbows. 

“Bae you are in rare form tonight!” you accuse, laughing all the same. Baela groans, stuffing her face into the pillow.

“I just want my girl to get some!” she says, voice muffled by the pillow. Rhaena laughs, reaching into a bag of chips you all have been sharing. Baela lifts her head, eyes wide. 

“When is the last time you were fucked?” Baela demands to know, pointing a finger at you. 

You remember. A few weeks ago. After a heated argument, of course. You and Aegon had made up, leading to angry sex in his room. 

“Couple weeks ago I guess-” you begin to answer but Baela shakes her head. 

“No no no,” she says, “when was the last time you were fuuucked.”

You glance at Rhaena who is stifling a laugh, watching her buzzed sister speak her words of wisdom.

“Bae, we are not following,” Rhaena says snickering. Baela rolls her eyes, and takes a sip from the water bottle she keeps on her nightstand. 

“You know what I mean,” Baela continues, “like really fucked, like the kind of sex that makes your brain leak from your ears. Earth shattering. Mind blowing.”

You understand what she means. Maybe in the earlier days of your relationship with Aegon it had been like that. Passionate, raw, love making. But you hate to admit, it hasn’t been like that in a while. Even with the anger. 

“I don’t know,” you tell her, a nervous smile on your lips, “a while, I guess.”

Baela nods, like she already knew the answer. 

“So text this burly, beefy man,” she begins, “and get, fuuucked.”

“Okay crazy!” you tell her, snagging a chip from Rhaena, “I will, not tonight though.”

Baela reaches for the chips, Rhaena holds the bag out to her. 

“Thank you! Finally,” Baela says.

The rest of the night is spent giggling and sharing stories until the sun begins to peek through the clouds. Only then do you find sleep, and for the first time in weeks it is utterly blissful. 

It was Baela who found herself at the studio early before the rest of the band arrived. Lounging on the couch she helped herself to an old issue of Cosmopolitan, flipping through the glossy pages. Snickering she dogeared a page to show you when you arrived. 

The doors open Aemond strutting through them. Even his walk is arrogant. 

“Found him,” Aemond said. 

Aegon trails behind him, looking disheveled. 

“Where was he?” Baela asks. 

Aemond glances around the room. 

“Y/N here?” 

Baela shakes her head, not looking up from her magazine. 

“Not yet, she’ll be here soon.”

“Silk Street,” Aemond says. 

Baela’s head snaps up. The fucking strip club. She meets Aemond’s eye, his expression nonchalant. Baela’s mouth twists into anger as she turns her head to look at Aegon, who now sits on the edge of the stage with his head in his hands. 

Baela rises from the couch, moving towards him.

“You piece of shit,” she says, curling her magazine and reeling backward, ready to strike him. 

Aemond is quicker. He sprints forward grabbing her wrist, and twisting her away from his brother. 

“I know,” Aegon moans looking up, eyes glassy, “you should fucking let her.”

“Let me go!” Baela says, tugging free from Aemond. 

Luke enters from the other room, hearing the commotion. His eyes widen as he sees Aegon and takes in the scene in front of him.

“Leave her alone!” Luke says, moving to stand between Baela and Aemond. 

Aemond looks at Luke incredulously.

“Fuck off,” Aemond says pushing Luke away from him. 

Jace enters next with Helaena, watching as Luke stumbles backward. Helaena’s face crumples in confusion at the scene, as Baela grabs a vase attempting the launch it at Aegon. Helaena dashes forward, hands around the glass as Baela struggles against her grip. 

“Stop!” Jace says coming to his brother’s aid, and pushing Aemond in the chest. 

Aemond smiles at him, as though he was waiting for an excuse to release his frustration on the brothers. He pushes Jace who falls to the floor. 

Luke moves to get towards Aemond once more, and Aegon leaps from the stage, grabbing Luke by the scruff of the neck and slamming him against the body of the piano. 

“Aegon, stop!” Rhaena says as she enters the room amidst the chaos. 

Baela stands between Jace and Aemond, as they continue to taunt each other. 

You are the last to arrive, hurrying faster down the hallway at the sound of yelling. Your eyes widen at the fighting. 

“Aegon!” you yell, running over to pull him off of Luke. 

“Stop! Everyone stop it!” Baela shouts, as Otto Hightower enters the room and everyone falls silent. 

Otto has that energy about him, his presence like a soothing balm on a burn. Aemond stands straighter immediately, Aegon backing up a few paces. Luke rubs his jaw which now glows red. 

“Hardly the behavior of professionals,” Otto says in a chilling voice, “let alone a family.”

“Sorry,” Jace mutters, looking towards the floor. 

Rhaena grabs your hand, directing you towards the sofa. Helaena is the only one who approaches Otto, arms open to embrace him. 

“Thanks for coming,” she says, voice dreamlike, holding none of the stress that the room holds. 

“We’ve got a lot of work to do,” Otto tells her, “and it needs to be done quickly. I don’t want any more fighting. Nothing that delays this being completed, is that clear?”

Aegon cracks his jaw, his eyes half-lidded as he nods. Aemond jerks his head in a quick nod. Jace is glaring at Aemond, but nods as well, his younger brother following his example. 

“I need you to be perfect,” Otto says, putting a finger under Helaena’s chin. 

She smiles at him, a whimsical expression on her face. Her smile isn’t a happy one, it is rather melancholic. 

“Of course,” Helaena murmurs, and Otto walks by her, to stand in front of Aegon. 

Aegon does not meet his gaze, looking anywhere but Otto. Otto looks down at him, taking in Aegon’s disheveled state. He can smell the lingering booze, see the glitter that speckles his flesh like small diamonds catching the light. Even from across the room you notice the fresh hickies that adorn Aegon’s neck causing your stomach to turn. 

Otto makes a face of disgust before speaking. 

“And you,” he says, looking at the man in front of him. 

Aegon lifts his red-rimmed eyes towards his grandfather. Otto reaches a hand out, fingers brushing against Aegon’s swollen cheekbone. Aegon winces at his touch. 

“I need you to be perfect,” Otto says, his voice eerily calm. Aegon’s lower lip trembles, but he nods all the same. 

“Aegon, Helaena, come with me,” Otto says, starting towards the door, “I want recordings of isolated vocals, and the rest of the band ready to record in two hours.” 

He stops at the door. 

“707 King’s Road. Two hours,” Otto finishes, signaling to Aegon and Helaena. 

Helaena hurriedly collects her notebooks and pens, shoving them into her canvas tote. Aegon looks towards you, his eyes glassy as he meets your furious expression. He’s cheated. Again. Well is it really cheating at this point? 

In your mind you have broken up, but Aegon was still running around under the impression that you are still a couple. Do you even have a leg to stand on? You did give Cregan your number. You don’t even know what to say at this point, but luckily you don’t have to. Helaena moves toward her brother, lacing her fingers through his. 

“Okay?” she asks, searching the face of her elder brother. 

“Uh-huh,” Aegon says, as she begins to lead him from the room. And then they are gone. 

The room is silent for a moment. Baela looks at you, as Rhaena moves towards Luke. 

“Shit, Luke, your face,” she says, bringing a hand to touch his swollen jaw. Luke flinches, but lets her examine him. 

“His fucking fault,” he snaps, glaring at Aemond. 

Aemond tilts his head to the side, as though waiting for a reason to continue fighting.  

“He was attacking Baela!” Luke continued, and Aemond moves towards him. 

“Stop it!” Baela shouts, commanding the attention of the room, “no one attacked me. I attacked Aegon if anything.”

“Aegon?” you say, speaking for the first time since arriving, “why?”

Baela looks at you, before her eyes briefly glance at Aemond. You turn to face him. 

“What?” you question. 

You hate feeling like there is a secret in the room that everyone is aware of but you. Aemond meets your eyes but doesn’t say anything. You raise your eyebrows at him.

“He was at Silk Street,” Baela says reluctantly, “that’s where he was all night.”

Your heart sinks in your chest, an aching numbness settling deep within your bones. You can’t do this. You can’t do this anymore. 

“I’m going home,” you announce, heading for the door.

“I’ll come with you,” Baela says, hurrying after you. 

“No, Bae its okay,” you tell her, “go help them get ready. I’ll just be at the apartment.”

“Are you sure? Rhae and I-”

“I just need some time alone,” you tell her, “I’ll be okay. Promise.”

Baela nods, but lets you go. Jace comes up behind her as you leave through the door. 

“She’ll be okay,” Jace says, rubbing her shoulders. 

Baela nods, pressing her lips together in a tight line. Aemond is still glaring at Luke who now sits on the stage as Rhaena presses an icepack against his chin. 

You don’t speak to Aegon for a few days. Not that you’d get far. Otto probably has him locked in the recording box until getting the perfect take. 

You always knew the feud was serious when Rhaenyra went solo, but now with an actual album in the works blood was bound to be spilt. Otto would keep Dracarys in the studio all night if it meant getting the song recorded before Rhaenyra. 

It wasn’t all bad. You needed some time to think, to really wrack your head for what you wanted. It was good to spend time at your old apartment, your old room. It made your head clearer. So when Aegon finally texted you, you knew what you had to do. 

The studio was quiet when you arrived, save for the soft strumming of a guitar. You found Aegon sitting on the couch, fingers strumming his guitar, softly singing to himself. His eyes lit up when you walked into the room.

“Hey,” he says, placing the guitar to the side.

“Hey,” you answer, coming to sit beside him.

You suddenly wish you had changed your mind about what to wear. You wanted to look nice, so you had settled with a dress, with black tights covering your legs. The weather was getting colder and you were grateful for the warmth they provided. But you notice Aegon’s eyes roam up your legs, and worry for a moment you’ll simply forgive him, straddling him on the couch.

“How’s the album coming?” you ask, breaking the awkward silence. 

“A fucking nightmare,” Aegon laughs, “but we did it, we recorded it all. Without killing each other.”

You smile at that. You always wanted the band to succeed. 

“Otto’s throwing a party to celebrate, at the Dragonpit,” Aegon tells you. 

Your eyes widen at that. The Dragonpit is a huge club, for really fancy patrons. Rich mafia dudes, as Baela would say. 

“That’s really cool, Aeg,” you tell him and you mean it. You truly are happy for him.

“I’m really sorry, (Y/N),” Aegon says with tears in his eyes, “I don’t know why I keep fucking up, but I do.”

Your eyes fill with tears. At least Aegon knows where this is headed. 

“I really did love you,” Aegon tells you, his smile half-hearted. 

You find your lip trembling. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to love someone properly,” he admits, slowly finding the words, “but I tried my best.”

You run your hand through his hair, smoothing it off of his forehead. Aegon closes his eyes at your touch. 

Now is the moment. You could stay. You have done it before. You could lean into the man in front of him, soothing him. Wipe the tears from his face. Hold him in your arms and cradle him until he falls asleep. 

But you are tired. And you want to go home. The resistance falls from your limbs, a tension you were only partially consciously aware of leaves you. You sigh deeply, giving him a sad smile. 

“I know you did,” you tell him. Aegon’s eyes are glassy as he studies your face. As you step away from him. You are diverging from the path he is familiar with. 

“I loved you too,” you whisper. 

Aegon nods, his lips downturned. 

“Do you want to come with me?” you ask, more out of courtesy than thinking he will agree. 

He shakes his head.

“Nah,” he says, forcing a smile, “I think I’m gonna crash here for the night. Don’t want to be late for rehearsal in the morning.”

“Okay,” you tell him, getting up from the sofa to leave. 

“Friday night,” he calls, “you’re still my date. For the party.”

You smile sadly at him. 

“You sure you want me there?”

“Of course I do. You’re a part of this too.”

“Okay. I’ll be there,” you tell him, causing him to smile. 

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Bye Aegon.” 

You cry the entire ride home. You didn’t think you would, but as you sat behind the wheel it was as though a dam broke lose and everything came crashing down. But at the same time, the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders. 

You don’t know what made you drive to Aegon’s apartment.You just want this to be over, grab what remains of your things and quietly disappear from his life. You stayed in your car several minutes after you parked before heading up the apartment. 

The lights are off when you enter the apartment, save for the light above the stove that is seemingly always on. There are muffled voices from down the hall, a giggle. As you close the door behind you, you hear the voices from Aemond’s room go silent. 

Shit. 

You had hoped he wasn’t home. You don’t need more humiliation that comes with packing what little things you have left here. 

You walk slowly, the baseboards creaking under your foot. You hear Aemond’s bedroom door open. 

Fuck. 

You look up from the floor, wincing. Your embarrassed expression soon fades to one of shock as Rhaena walks towards you from the hall. 

She is smiling brightly, wearing one of Aemond’s shirts. You know it's his, you’ve seen him wear it. It falls past her thighs, leaving the rest of her legs bare.  

“Hey Y/N,” she says, voice shaking, trying to appear nonchalant. She bites her bottom lip, widening her eyes as if to say finally.

You can’t seem to find your voice as she collects her purse and slips on her shoes. 

“I’ll call you later, yeah?” she says, tossing her locs over her shoulder. Her cheeks are rosy, lips bruised. She places a hand to her mouth, blowing you a quick kiss before scurrying out the door. You watch the door close behind her, lips still parted in shock.

You turn back towards the hall. Aemond has exited his room, standing shirtless in the hallway. His dark gray sweats hang low on his hips, displaying the sharp v-line that disappears below his waistline. 

“Seriously?” you tell him, finding your voice at last, “Rhaena? Aemond come on.”

His tongue pokes at his cheek, as he watches you. His sapphire eye catches the light from the kitchen, sending geometric shapes on the wall. 

“She really likes you, you prick,” you tell him, anger coursing through your veins, heating your face. 

The sadness and hurt that had been in your entire being moments ago has been replaced with white hot rage. 

“So?” he says, strolling into the kitchen, and grabbing a glass. He fills it with water and takes a sip before meeting your eyes. 

“So?” you imitate him, head tilting to the side, “so this is going to crush her.” 

You can’t believe the nerve he has, to stand there so calmly. He exhales, lips turning into a smile as he tilts his head toward the ceiling, silver hair cascading down his back. 

“She’s single, I’m single,” he says, no growls, at you, “it's not a big fucking deal.”

“It is a big deal Aemond,” you say, voice increasing in volume, “Fuck. Why would you do that?”

You always knew Aemond wasn’t the nicest person, but part of you hoped deep down he had some sense of empathy. Especially since he brushed Rhaena off all these years. You thought he understood her feelings for him. A thought rushes to your mind. 

“You did this because of Luke,” you told him, and he placed his glass on the counter, resting his hands against the edge. The muscles in his back ripple as his hair falls over his face.  

You felt your shoulders relax, knowing your realization is correct. What an asshole.  

“You’re gonna mess with Rhaena’s head, just to fuck with Luke?” you ask him, running a hand through your hair. Aemond says nothing, just taps his long fingers against the counter. 

“Fuck, Aemond,” you want to keep yelling at him. You want a reaction from him, some remorse, something besides that cold look, “you really are heartless.”

Aemond turns his head to you, purple and sapphire eye aglow with anger. He pushes off the counter, striding towards you. 

“Go to bed, Y/N,” he says in a voice dripping with disdain, “you’re not my friend, you’re not my girlfriend. Stop acting like one.”

Your nostrils flare with anger and you swear you see red. You step closer to him, tilting your chin to meet his gaze. You can feel the heat radiating from him, your chests almost touching. 

“Rhaena is my friend,” you tell him, voice low in warning. 

You stare at each other for a beat, neither moving nor backing down. Gods you fucking hate him. At least ending things with Aegon means you never have to interact with Aemond Targaryen ever again. 

“Go to bed,” he repeats, voice dripping with hostility, as you shake your head. 

“I’m not staying.”

A flicker of confusion dances across his sharp features. 

“Why?”

“We broke up,” you tell him, and continue before he can argue, “really. Like for good this time.”

Aemond stays eerily still. His eye searches your face, taking in the look of acceptance that follows the words you speak. 

“So after the party, you won’t have to deal with me anymore,” you tell him, the bitterness evident in your voice. 

You look away first. Who cares about this stupid stalemate anymore? You’re so done with Targaryen men. You turn on your heel prepared to leave the kitchen when Aemond speaks. 

“You know what I think?” he says softly, and you look at him once more. 

He wets his lips, a muscle in his jaw twitching. You wait for him to speak, anticipation causing your skin to blossom with goosebumps. 

“I don’t think you’re mad I fucked Rhaena,” he tells you and you shake your head, opening your mouth to argue, your eyes narrowing. 

Of course that’s why you are mad, what is he talking about?

“I think you’re mad I didn’t fuck you,” he says slowly. 

Your mouth suddenly goes dry as all the air evaporates from your lungs. Your heart beats erratically in your chest and you swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat. Aemond’s eyes light up as you fail to answer, the beginning of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. 

“You’re jealous,” he practically purrs, as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, flooding them with color. 

The air in the kitchen feels so hot, it’s as though it is melting the flesh from your bones. You’re not jealous, why would you be jealous? No, no that doesn’t make any sense. He’s just saying that to mess with you, to make you confused. 

“Fuck you,” you whisper, still frozen to the spot. 

Your chest heaves with your breath. There is a look in Aemond’s eye, reminiscent of a rabid dog.

“I didn’t sleep with Rhaena,” he tells you and you blink in surprise. 

Your heart nearly stops beating. 

“What?”

“We made out,” he admits, grinning smugly as he shrugs, “she wanted to be more comfortable so I gave her my shirt.”

The nerves you felt a moment ago are replaced by fury yet again. He tricked you, and now he has humiliated you. In the neverending battle between you and Aemond, it appears Aemond has finally won. His smile is triumphant as he takes in your reaction. 

You clench your jaw, preparing yourself for being the butt of the joke, before rolling your eyes at him. 

“You are such a dick,” you tell him, your tone defeated as you turn away from him in surrender. 

Aemond reaches out, grabs your arm, and forces you to face him. 

“Oh, fuck off-” you begin to say when he presses his lips against yours. 

The kiss is brief and sears your lips. You pull away immediately, staring at him, eyes wide. Aemond stares back at you, not releasing your arm. 

Holy shit.

Your lips tingle and you don’t let your thoughts catch up with you as you lean forward, crashing your lips to his again. You throw your hands around his neck, pulling him towards you as he molds his mouth over yours. 

His hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. You scrape your nails against the nape of his neck, securing his mouth to yours. Aemond turns his head, deepening the kiss as his hot tongue enters your mouth. He pushes you against the counter, caging you against it with his hips.

A soft wine leaves your throat, swallowed by Aemond’s pouty lips, as you feel the hardness between his legs push against you. Aemond’s hands move to cup under your ass, squeezing harshly as he lifts you with ease onto the counter. 

He brings his hands between you both, slender fingers pushing your thighs open. You wrap your legs around his waist as he does, your legs a vice around him. His fingers stroke the fabric of your tights, right against your most sensitive spot, before hooking onto the material and tearing them at the seam. 

He fucking ripped your stockings holy shit. 

Aemond continues kissing you relentlessly as he does so, its a desperate mess of clashing tongues and teeth. You nip at his lower lip earning a groan from him that only encourages you further. You move your hands from his hair, pulling down his sweatpants at the waist. You feel his freed cock, hot and heavy against your hand. 

Your eyes flutter open then, as you take him in your hand, shamefully impressed at the generous length and girth. Aemond meets your eyes, violet eye half-lidded, lips bruised from kissing. He releases a moan as you pump your hand around him, stroking his thick length once, twice. 

You barely think, mind clouded with lust as you guide him towards your throbbing center. Aemond’s nimble fingers loop through your lace underwear, pulling it to the side. You feel the fat head of his cock kiss between your slick lower lips, before he pushes into you. 

A strangled moan escapes your lips at the delicious stretch Aemond’s cock gives you. Delirious with the feeling of him splitting you open, you choose to ignore the smug grin that appears on his face as he bottoms out in your warm cunt. You can’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction in the way his mouth drops open as your cunt pulsates, clenching around him. 

The way Aemond and you fuck is just like when you’re fighting one another. There is no time for being gentle. After a moment of adjusting Aemond pulls out, snapping his hips back into you again, again, and again. All you can do is hold onto him as he pounds into you, the edge of the counter biting into your lower back. Your fingers claw at him, surely drawing blood with how hard they scrape against the planes of his shoulders. Aemond’s mouth finds the junction of your shoulder and neck, and he sucks harshly on the skin. 

You can’t help the pathetic whimpers and cries that leave you at his merciless pace, at the way he keeps one hand wrapped around your thigh keeping you spread open against him. He keeps his other hand around your neck, long fingers curling around your throat. He lifts his face from your neck, watching his cock slide effortlessly in and out, coated in your arousal. Aemond blinks to look up at you, drinking in the hedonistic expression on your face. 

Every drive of his hips sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, the head of his cock rubbing against the spongy spot within you that makes stars appear in your eyes. Holy fuck you hadn’t been fucked like this in forever. Maybe ever at all. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” Aemond growls, hand squeezing against your throat.

The loss of air makes your head spin, as Aemond continues his vigorous strokes. The apartment is silent aside from the lewd, wet slapping noises that echo throughout the kitchen. 

His pace never relents, even as he releases your throat and forces his fingers through your parted lips into your warm mouth. He groans as you suck the lengthy digits, before removing them from your mouth and bringing them to rub slow, lazy circles around your clit. A pleasurable juxtaposition to the brutal pace of his cock.  

You feel your lower stomach tighten, a wave of pleasure beginning to crest within you. Your fingers desperately claw at his bicep.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you squeak, a breathy desperate moan. You bite your lip, stifling the next moan that manages to slip through; it comes out as a broken sob. Aemond raises an eyebrow at you, a cocky lopsided grin appearing on his face. 

“You gonna cum for me?” he asks, his voice rough as gravel.

God, you want to smack that stupid self-indulgent look off his face.

But he feels so fucking good inside you, working you closer and closer toward your orgasm. It's like he knows exactly how to touch you like he’s been thinking of touching you like this and preparing for the moment he does. His free hand tangles in your hair, tugging your neck backward and making you look towards the ceiling. Aemond licks a hot path up your throat, before biting harshly on your ear. 

With a strangled cry, your pussy clenches around his cock, and the world around shatters, bathing you in white hot pleasure. Aemond hums against your neck, as his thrusts become sloppier. As his pace begins to slow, you feel him release inside of you, hot spurts of his cum painting your inner walls as you clench around him, milking him for all he’s worth. Thank god you're on birth control. 

You feel Aemond’s hand release from your hair, your neck relaxing. You drop your hands from his back as he rests his forehead against yours. You swallow, trying to regulate your breathing that leaves your lips in pants. Aemond releases his hands from you, pulling his softening cock from within you, clutching the counter so hard his knuckles turn white. 

You feel despairingly empty as he unsheaths himself from your warmth, breath catching when he is fully parted from you. Aemond and you lock eyes, your cheeks beginning to flush as you come down from your respective highs. Warmth trickles down your between your thighs, as your place your shaky legs on the ground.

You just slept with Aemond Targaryen. 

Shit. 

Aegon’s fucking brother. Your heart drops. 

Shit.

Rhaena.

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[proxima-writes]

title: a million moments

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller/female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

chapters: 1/1

summary: a slice of a happy life with joel miller.

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author’s note: this fluffy fic is based off of this gif set by @serenaxpedro , this ask, and this one! requests are open if you’ve got something you’re itching to read, and please consider leaving a lil comment if you enjoyed this fic! 💕

contents warnings/additional tags: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), no use of y/n, fluff!!!!, happy and soft pre-outbreak joel as the lord intended, established relationship, domestic as hell!!!!, discussions of marriage, pet names, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v, minor breeding kink. let me know if any are missing!

You’re finishing up breakfast, talking with Sarah as she tells you about a test she has coming up, when Joel shuffles into the kitchen, yawning widely as he scrubs a hand through his hair.

“My favorite girls,” he says, pressing a kiss first to Sarah’s cheek before wrapping his arms around your middle and leaning his head against your shoulder blade, eyes falling closed again. “Smells good.”

“I made eggs. Yours are cold because you kept hitting the snooze button,” you tease. You can feel his lips spread into a smile against your back. “Sit. Eat. I need to make lunches.”

He brings a palm up to turn your face to his, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips over your shoulder. The kiss is followed by three squeezes to your hip before he reaches past you to grab the plate you made for him, popping it in the microwave.

With the two Millers chatting behind you, you assemble their lunches. Sarah always requests a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, while Joel prefers to bring two ham and cheese sandwiches to work. They each get apple slices and a bag of chips, and you slip a Twinkie into Joel’s box as well, knowing he has a sweet tooth.

Which reminds you…

“Joel, don’t forget you have a dentist appointment at two,” you tell him.

“Shit. I mean, shoot,” he replies.

“Swear jar,” you and Sarah say in unison. The teen giggles as Joel grumbles under his breath, digging his wallet from his pants. He checks his watch. “Finish up, baby girl, we gotta get goin’.”

You watch as Sarah shoves the last of her toast into her mouth. Joel stands, sticking his plate in the sink and pressing a kiss to your cheek before he leaves the kitchen in search of his work boots.

“Babe! Have you seen—“

“On the porch!” You call, cutting him off.

You zip up Sarah’s lunch box, handing it to her as she flies through the kitchen.

“Thank you!” She calls, blowing you a kiss as she heads for the front door. You wave to her, watching through the bay window as Joel gets into the truck, waving through the windshield as he backs out.

You’re smiling to yourself as you clean up the sink, humming a vague tune as you stick the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. Your mind drifts back to the night you met Joel Miller, about a year ago.

“Please tell me you’re not about to rent that,” a masculine voice asks from beside you, making you jump, nearly losing your hold on the DVD case you were reading, a copy of The Lord of the Rings that was sitting in the new release section.

The man eyeing the DVD case is tall and broad shouldered, with biceps straining the material of his t-shirt. He has curly dark hair and kind brown eyes that are looking at you expectantly.

“Oh, uh, I was thinking about it. Is it bad?” You ask. He runs a hand through his hair.

“No, no, it’s a great choice it’s just…my daughter just finished the book this week and I told her I’d rent her the movie when she did,” he admits.

“Oh! You go ahead and rent it, then,” you tell him, holding the case out to him.

“Are you sure?” He asks, reaching for it. His fingertips brush against yours, the slight touch enough to leave you craving more as you return his bright smile. “I’m Joel, by the way.”

After returning his introduction with your own, he lingers for a moment. You’re just staring at each other with goofy smiles on your faces.

“Could I…make it up to you? With dinner?” He finally asks.

“I’d like that, Joel.”

You finish the dishes and grab a rag to wipe down the counters when you notice the lunch box still sitting there. You can’t help the little laugh that escapes you.

Checking the time, you head back to the bedroom to get ready for your shift at the hair salon, resolving to bring Joel his lunch during your break.

________

Joel sees your car pull up at the work site and his face splits in a grin. He tugs his work gloves off and goes to meet you.

“Well, hello there, gorgeous,” he calls. God, he loves the way your cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink just for him. “What’s the occasion?”

“The occasion, Joel Miller, is that you forgot your lunch at home,” you say, shaking the lunch box in your hand. He laughs.

“What would I do without you?” He asks, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Your head tips back to look at him and presses a kiss to your lips. “Stay to eat with me?”

“Sure. Let me grab my lunch. I’ll meet you at your truck,” you say, squeezing his hip three times as you pull away. He tugs you back for another kiss, swallowing your giggles. “Joel, let me go.”

“Never, darlin’.”

________

You’re sitting between Joel’s legs, your back pressed to his chest, in the bed of the truck. He’s parked beneath a large tree, the shade a relief from the Texas heat as you both enjoy your sandwiches.

“What are your thoughts on marriage?” Joel asks, apropos of nothing. You blink.

“In general? They’re positive ones. Why?”

You feel him shrug beneath you. “Just been thinkin’ about it lately.”

Your smile makes your cheeks ache.

________

Joel stops at the store on the way home, a spring in his step from a good day. He scrutinizes the flower selection, hands on his hips as he tries to pick out a bouquet. His eyes land on a bouquet of bursting pink peonies.

Perfect.

On the drive home, he hums along to the classic rock radio, fingers drumming in the steering wheel, flowers settled on the passenger seat with care. His mind drifts back to the conversation at lunch, and how you’d grinned at him when he mentioned he’d been thinking about marriage lately.

And it’s the truth, he’d been thinking about it a lot. Every time he turned over in bed and slipped an arm around your waist, tugging you closer. Or when he’d come into the kitchen and find you bent over Sarah’s math homework with a furrow in your brow as you tried to help her, despite math being your weakest subject. Or finding the little notes left in his lunch box, scribbled I love yous on colorful paper that he keeps in his glove box for safekeeping.

He thinks about it every time he opens his wallet and sees the folded photo strip of you, him, and Sarah, squeezed into a photo booth at a carnival as you make silly faces at the camera. Or when you’re getting ready in the morning, slicking lip gloss onto your pretty lips and he wants to kiss it all away.

There are a million moments that he thinks about marrying you.

Joel walks in on one such moment this evening. You’re alone in the kitchen, humming as you stir something in the pot on the stove. He steps up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs between kisses.

“Hey, handsome,” you reply, turning to face him. Your eyes light up when you see the flowers in his hand. “Those for me?”

“For my one and only,” he confirms, letting you take them from him. You press your nose to the blooms, inhaling deeply.

“They’re amazing,” you gush, moving around the kitchen to find a vase to fill with water. You hand them back to Joel and he removes the wrapping paper, using the kitchen shears to cut the ends off the stems.

You set a glass vase of water on the kitchen table and Joel tips the flowers into them, watching with a small smile as you arrange them to look their best.

“I love them,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I love you,” he says.

________

Joel kisses you breathless, right there in the kitchen. His tongue slides against yours, his hands smoothing down your waist until they grip your hips and tug you closer.

“Gross,” Sarah comments from the doorway. Joel pulls back abruptly. He squeezes your hips three times before letting go, crossing to the doorway to pull Sarah into a hug.

“Set the table,” he tells her, ruffling a hand through her curly hair. She groans, batting at his hand and ducking away from him to grab the silverware.

The three of you enjoy dinner, followed by Joel starting up a movie that Sarah’s been begging to watch.

“Don’t fall asleep,” Joel tells her.

“I won’t!” Sarah insists.

She’s out cold twenty minutes later. Joel laughs silently.

“I’ll get her in bed,” he says, shifting out from beneath her and picking her up from the couch. “Meet you in the bedroom?”

You nod, turning the TV off and putting away the blanket the three of you had been sharing. You head upstairs to your shared bedroom, changing into one of Joel’s well loved t-shirts before climbing into bed, turning the bedside lamp on.

“Never gets old,” Joel says when he comes in a moment later. He reaches behind his head, tugging his shirt up and off.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“You, in my bed. In my clothes,” he says, shoving his jeans down his thighs and kicking them away. You raise an eyebrow at him. “I’ll put them in the hamper later, I swear, let me just hold you.”

He crawls into bed, flopping beside you with a groan and shimmying around until he’s pulled you into his body, tugging your leg over his hip and pressing his head to your chest with a sigh. You run your fingers through his soft curly hair.

“Love you,” he says into your chest.

“You sayin’ that to me or my boobs?” You ask, teasing lilt to your voice.

“Both, definitely both,” he confirms, lifting his head. He brings a hand to the back of your neck to drag your lips to his. The kiss is slow and syrupy, no rush and all the time in the world to enjoy each other.

Joel’s mouth opens against yours, tongue exploring at his leisure. His hand slides down your back until he grips a handful of your ass, tugging you closer until your pussy drags against his hardening cock.

You whine against his lips, and he repeats the action. “You feelin’ a little needy, baby?”

You nod, and he shifts forward, pressing your back to the mattress and hovering over you. His mouth trails across your jaw and down your neck, wet hot kisses marking you like a tattoo, his love seeping beneath your skin.

His calloused fingers drag your shirt up, bunching it up beneath your armpits to expose your breasts to the cool bedroom air. You squirm beneath him as he kisses your sternum before taking one pert nipple between his lips with little preamble.

His tongue swirls around your hard nipple before he draws back with a nip of teeth that makes you gasp. You can feel his grin against your skin as he moves to give your other breast the same treatment.

Joel slips a hand into your panties, finger sliding through your wet folds and he groans. “God, this pussy, baby. Always so fuckin’ wet for me.”

A finger dips into your entrance and you keen, pressing your head back against the pillow. He shushes you as he kisses your tummy. He withdraws his hand to your whine of displeasure.

Joel tugs your underwear over your hips, dragging them down your legs before he tosses them to the side. His hands press your legs apart so that he can position himself on his belly between them, face close to where you crave him most. He kisses your inner thighs, teasing you mercilessly.

“Joel,” you whine. Your fingers tangle in his hair.

He chuckles. “You want my mouth, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you groan.

“Ask nicely.”

“Please, put your mouth on me, baby.”

He licks through your folds, swirling his tongue deftly over your sensitive clit. The sudden stimulation makes your hips buck against his face and he throws an arm over you to keep you still.

Joel is a man on a mission, pulling out all the moves he knows drive you wild. Circling your clit before sucking it between his lips, dipping down to your entrance to drive his tongue against you to drink up your essence. His teeth graze the bundle of nerves and you bite back a shout, hips fighting against his hold.

His free hand presses a finger to your hole, slipping inside you wet heat. He groans against you, the vibration of it making you whine. One finger becomes two that he curls against your front wall, grazing a spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

He looks up at you from between your legs, brown eyes shaded with lust as he works you until you shatter, your release dripping down his wrist as he slows his hand and draws out the swipes of his tongue in broad strokes.

You sink into the mattress, a boneless heap in the aftermath. Joel sits up with a smug smile, crawling over your body until his face hovers above yours.

“You wanna taste?” He murmurs, voice a low rumble you feel through all your nerve endings. You nod and he presses his fingertips to your lips, urging them to part. You lick the taste of yourself from his skin, tongue sliding over the digits reverently.

He presses against your tongue slightly before withdrawing, replacing his fingers with his lips and tongue in a deep and dirty kiss. You reach a hand into his boxers, gripping his length and pumping it leisurely. He hisses, hips flexing into your hold.

“Want your cock, baby,” you whisper, your thumb circling the head and smearing the drop of precum gathered at the slit around the crown. “Please?”

Joel shoves his boxers down in a hurry and you giggle at the display of desperation. He takes himself in hand, sliding himself through your wetness, bumping your still sensitive clit. He notches himself to your entrance, pressing forward in a slow slide until he’s pressed so deep and close you don’t know where you start and he ends.

His body is a welcome weight against yours as he flexes his hips, drawing back before snapping them forward in a harsh thrust. You gasp.

“That’s right, baby,” he says, teeth gritted. “This pretty cunt is all mine, huh?”

“Yours,” you agree, nails scraping against his shoulders. “Wan’ you to fill me up, Joel.”

His hips stutter. “Yeah? You want me drippin’ out of this pretty little pussy?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant back. He bites at your neck before sitting up on his heels, your legs held up against one shoulder as he uses a rough grip on your thighs to slam into you over and over and over.

You have to slap a palm over your mouth to keep the noises you’re making at manageable volume. His grin is near feral.

“Can’t help yourself, huh, darlin’? Wanna scream so bad over how my cock’s making you feel,” he growls. Your eyes flutter shut as you let him command your body how he desires.

You can feel your second orgasm creeping up on you as your belly starts to tighten, like all your nerves are gearing up to shatter in unison.

“Come on, baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock,” he tells you, his thrusts sloppy as he chases his own release. “Make that pussy milk me.”

It’s his dirty words that send you over the edge, forcing you to bite your lip to the point of pain. He lets your legs fall to his hips as he presses deeply into you, his cock pulsing his warm release as he slams his lips to yours, swallowing your noises and mixing them with his own.

His hips slow until he’s just pressed inside of you, his kisses turning into soft pecks to your lips. He lifts his head to look at you, smoothing your hair back from your sweaty forehead with a tender hand.

You smile, turning your head to press a kiss to his open palm.

“I love you, Joel.”

________

As Joel looks down at you, his heart squeezes in his chest. There was a time, around when Sarah’s mom left them both without warning, that he thought love was a hoax. That no one actually found it for themselves.

But looking into your eyes, he finds he was wrong. All that pain was just meant to lead him to you. He wants a million of these moments with you.

“I love you, too, sweetheart,” he murmurs.

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[sugawarassoulmate]

i love ur bully!osamu universe, ty for feeding us that 🫶🏼

but i was wondering ab the very first time osamu told his girl that he loved her. like their very first “i love you”s. how would it have gone? cause ik he’s an absolute lil shit but i also know he would mean every single word of it. would he just sneak it in a make out session? or just whisper it in her ears? I NEED TO KNOOOWWWWW.

we've already got their first "i love you"s bestie!!!

but.....the first time samu says "i love you" in front of other people? 🥹 it really wasn't a big deal. it was a small, fleeting moment that neither of you thought much of.

"is that y/n? put her on speaker, i wanna say hi," suna says with ginjima and yuto chiming in agreement. the three of them say hi, much to samu's annoyance but his scowl goes away once he hears your voice.

"hiiiii, guys," you chirped. "samu, don't forget to pick up the yum yum sauce when you get dinner. you forgot last time."

"yeah, yeah, stop pesterin' me, woman," he responds with no malice in his voice. you giggle on the other line, causing osamu's friends to fawn over how cute you are. "i'll be home in a bit, okay? i love ya."

"love you, too! have fun!" osamu doesn't notice the quiet in the air after you hang up until he sees three pairs of eyes staring right at him. he knows he's fucked up when suna and ginjima immediately make kissy noises at him.

"you what her????" suna yelps, grabbing his phone to text the group chat.

"bro finally!!!" yuto laughs, holding his sides. his phone starts blowing up soon enough, from his former teammates all hollering and sending gifs and emojis.

"don't forget the yum yum sauce, samu!" suna says when they parts ways.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #osamu headcanons #osamu miya headcanons #🍑 #🍑osamu #bully!osamu

[peachie-bumblebee]

Hey so this might be weird but would you be able to do some Vanessa nsfw Headcanons? If not, I would also like more glamrock chica content

hi love! so at this time i can’t seem to get much inspiration for Vanessa!! it’s not a weird request at all, and I’m currently doing a rewatch of the OG SB content with my partner, so I will put it right there for when I feel more confident in my writing abilities for that character. for now, enjoy some chica content <3

NSFW HEADCANONS WITH GLAMROCK CHICA- EXTENDED

NSFW MINORS DNI

she’s actually so baby girl

CW: GENERAL KINK DISCUSSION, LIGHT DISCUSSION OF IMPACT PLAY

i’m actually so obsessed with her you have no idea. no no idea.

as before mentioned, she’s a toy FREAK

she gets her toys either through discreet delivery (she has a deal with a worker where if they get it to her no questions asked, she’ll let them hide in her room for good chunks of their shift) or adult customers (aspiring groupies) have caught onto the fact that if they give her ones, she’ll take them

she eSPECIALLY loves when they give her something more custom to her design and aesthetic.

her type is anyone she can find cute. seriously. if she can make them blush once, she’s starting to think about the soonest she can get them into a closet

don’t get me wrong, she’s not the type to initiate first- she’s very careful about it. but if the vibe is there and they’re both receptive, then yeah. she wants them on her dick and sucking her clit!!

chica is a FREAK and i’m tired of y’all saying she isn’t. she’s also mostly a top..

i want you to look at her stretch her arms in that gif. really look at it.

she’s got a little heart design on her pussy front hshsshghjss

and her clit is pink

LOVES fingering. she loves fingering her partners, getting fingered, both at the same time-

she likes to have her partners touch themselves for her to watch across the room. literally put on a show for her!!

thinks its cute when they get shy but always shows them how not to be ;)

makes those sharp giggle-gasps during sex hhh

she LOVES quickies. she’ll show up backstage ready for a show and have been in you 5 minutes prior

i’m sorry but she and Roxy have fucked at least once. it’s just to blow off steam and it doesn’t affect their friendship much, but they’re definitely close

once got caught by a security worker sneaking 3 people in 😭😭😭

as mentioned in Animalistic- she’s very willing to help her friends out for anything having to do with their sex lives

if they need her maze, or a toy, or someone to watch and degrade? she’s down !!

she’s pretty passionate about the guitar so her fingers are literally programmed to help her be quick with them. she will use this to your advantage

CHICA ONE NIGHT IM ACTUALLY BEGGING

she LOVES it when someone gets on their knees to eat her out. loves that shit, she leans back and gets comfy

she’s so so cute during aftercare omg. she’s a cuddler.

she would 100% get her partner some cute lil collar or something with her logo that they could wear

her strap giving style is definitely a lot of hip movement and full, quick thrusts

she just gives good dick. she just does.

she’s so good at handjobs stfu. stfu she is. she’s the type to kinda giggle through the whole thing cuz she thinks her partners reactions are adorable

BAD BITCH WANNA FUCKKK 😩😩😩😩

i’m sorry i feel like i might be the only one but LORD she has me giggling and 🤭🤭🤭🤭

i can see her being into giving impact play, but not too hard at all. it’s more of things that lightly to mediumly sting and slap then anything too extreme in that area

if she’s bottoming she’s still a bit of a power bottom

i don’t see her getting all melty and submissive like that

AINT NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT THO ‼️‼️‼️

her pussy probably tastes like strawberries

i hoped you enjoyed! be sure to comment, reblog w tags and comments, and requests!! it really makes my day <3 love you all!

#peachiebumblebee #peachie bumblebee #fnaf security breach x reader #security breach ruin #security breach smut #glamrock chica #glamrock chica smut #glamrock chica x reader #glamrock chica x roxanne wolf #security breach #security breach x reader

[queenariesofnarnia]

shy love; r.j. lupin

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Remus Lupin x Shy!Reader; Platonic Sirius x Shy!Reader

- Hogwarts 1975-

The first time he notices her is when she sits in the Great Hall with Lily before they head to muggle studies. The smile on her face was a shy but genuine one that reached her eyes. His eyes followed her as she linked arms with Lily walking out the door both girls giggling. The next time he noticed her was in Hogsmeade, she was wearing a worn out knit sweater that covered her hands as she held a copy of The Hobbit reading it peacefully under a tree. It brought a smile to his face she was stunning; he wasn’t the only one who acknowledged it. He has overheard Lily ask her many times why she rejected someone. She felt eyes on her as she was deep into the story of Bilbo Baggins and the company of dwarves. Glancing up over the edge of the book she met the warm honey-colored eyes of the sandy haired Gryffindor. He quickly looked away and she giggled softly returning to her book.

Of course, the Marauders noticed his behavior. James even made the effort to get Lily involved. She immediately agrees to the plan, knowing that her friend is too shy to approach him. Sirius encourages him that everything will be great, and there is no way she will say no to him if he approaches her. He decides to take the chance the next time he sees her which is by the Black Lake. Laying in the shade of an oak tree on a blanket. Dawning another oversized sweater and halfway through another book. He could tell she was enjoying the book the way she was focused on it. He took a deep breath and walked closer to her. His light footsteps tore her eyes from the story meeting his eyes once again. This time he didn’t look away, but he smiled at her, and she returned it with a small one.

“ Hi, I’m Remus” his voice was warm and welcoming to her ears. Giving him her name in a soft voice, his heart fluttered a bit.

“Would you like to join me?” she asks gesturing to the space on her blanket. He quickly accepts the offer. As they begin to have conversation, she was still a bit reserved until he asks her how she enjoyed The Hobbit. The way her eyes lit up at the mention of the book she just finished had washed her typical bashfulness away. He hung onto every word she said as she animatedly described the story and what she loved about it. The two talked for hours just getting to know one another. The others watched the two from about twenty feet away.

“I definitely get to be the maid of honor” Lily says with a proud smile as her friend laughs at something Remus says.

“I might fight you for that position Evans” Sirius jokes, the smile not leaving his face as he watches the pair that’s oblivious to the world around them. The sun was setting by the time the two made it back to the castle for dinner time. Remus offers a hug before they part ways, she accepts the hug hiding her face into his chest, no one sees the smile on her face but him. He bids her a see you later and she waves in response her fingers barely peeking over the hand hole of the sweater. A goofy smile is on Remus’ face as he sits down with his friends who each have a smug grin on their faces. He glances over once more; she smiles with the corner of her bottom lip pulled between her teeth before leaning on Lily’s shoulder to tell her about the afternoon she had. The Marauder’s take this time to ask Remus as many questions as possible regarding his afternoon. After dinner he offers to walk her to her common room, which she gladly accepts. Thanking him with a quick kiss on the cheek leaving the sandy haired honey-colored eyed boy flustered and in a daze.

-The Wedding 1979-

            They were each nervous, and their friends joked about how sweet it is. As predicted that afternoon Lily is now dressed in her pale green maid of honor gown calming her best friend down.

            “You’re still as shy as the day you met him Bunny” the endearing nickname makes the bride to be smile.

            “I know Lils, you would think I would be over it” she replies laughing.  Sirius knocks on the door to let the girls know its time. Lily opens the door for him.

            “You look nice Evans. Prongs might die” he compliments his ginger friend. Then he looks over at the still shy girl who has become his best friend “Bunny you look stunning Moony might faint” he grabs her hands with an ecstatic smile on his face. Sirius will be walking her down the aisle which makes James the best man for the day.

“Thank you Pads” she pulls Sirius into a hug; he holds her tight.

“Let’s get you out there” he tells her noticing that Lily has left the room. The music flowed through the garden. Lily and James already at Remus’ side. His eyes meet his soon to be wife’s a smile gracing his face as tears well in his eyes. The shy smile she gave the first time they spoke made its way to her face. As Sirius walks her down the aisle, he whispers words of encouragement to her. He can tell how nervous she is, but reminds her that it’s just Moony, to only focus on him the entire time and not the crowd. As he hands her off, he gives her one more hug before sitting in the front row.

“You look absolutely ethereal my love” Remus whispers in her ear.

The priest begins the ceremony, the bride and groom look lovingly into each other’s eyes as each say “I do” sealing their forever with a kiss.

#remus x reader #remus lupin #marauders #moony x reader #sirius x reader #lily evans #james x lily

[httpsdana]

HI BABS ITS ME AGAIN (OFC)

Can I have 33,39,44 for my man Ofc bcs you know I’m obsessed with ow you write him for me

He’s just WOW

I LOVE YOU THE MOST

- your lil 💖💖💖

Cleaning Time~Eric Garcia

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

When my Lil asks you know I have to write it immediately. enjoy babes <33

YALL MY BOYS WON THE LEAGUE IM SO PROUD OF THEM

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

33-"I hate you" "love you too sweetheart"

39-"Shut up you're not my mum/dad"

44-"I'm tired" "come here"

It was one of those days were y/n just felt like cleaning the whole house. Hers and Eric's apartment was huge, but she knew she'll do it anyways, its just who she is.

Waking up at 6am, y/n got out of her bed and opened the curtains of her bedroom. Eric, who had no training that day and was in deep sleep, groaned when the light from outside entered the room. The sun still hasn't rose up completely, but there was definitely some light.

"y/n...what are you doing?" he said in his deep morning voice, covering his face with her pillow.

"up up Eric. Its cleaning day" she clapped her hands before walking to the bathroom

After doing her business and brushing her teeth, she went back to the bedroom, to see Eric asleep again

"Eric!" she yelled, making him jump up with his eyes widening

"I'm up. I'm up" he raised his hands in defeat, letting out a sigh as he rubbed his eyes still adjusting to the light

She smiled at him, pressing a kiss on his cheek before ushering him to the bathroom

y/n had a plan, for her and Eric. She knew if they were cleaning in the same room, they wouldn't get anything done. So she distributed the chores on her and Eric.

"okay so first I'm gonna be cleaning the kitchen cupboards while you do the laundry okay?" she asked looking up from the paper she had her plan on

Eric looked at her with an amused look making her roll her eyes

"I'm serious Eric!" she whined at his lack of seriousness

"okay okay. just give me a kiss first" he pukered his lips, reaching out to pull her closer by her hips.

She rolled her eyes jokingly, standing on her tiptoes to reach his lips. She connected their lips into a small kiss, before she pulled away. Eric pecked her lips a few times making her giggle slightly before she pushed him away

"thats enough. the laundry is waiting" she reminded him

He rolled his eyes with a sigh before he walked out of the kitchen

If there was something y/n regreted, it was making that day their cleaning day. She already finished everything in the kitchen and had moved to their bedroom, while Eric decided to take a break and play some FIFA with the boys

y/n let out a sigh as she looked at the cloth mountains in front of her. She started arranging them, putting everything in its place, making sure to put her clothes on one side and Eric's on another, even when she knew she almost never wore hers.

"y/n? amor, are you still working here?" Eric asked, watching as she let out another sigh

"I am. I have to finish our closet, and then move to the living room and clean it too" she said, not giving him a single glance

"I think that's enough for today. you're tired" he pointed out, making her roll her eyes

"Shut up you're not my dad" she said, making Eric chuckle

"thats true I'm not. but I am your boyfriend and I think that you should stop for today" he walked closed to her, taking the hoodie she was holding in her hand away from her, making her groan.

"I hate you" she grumbled with a sigh of defeat

"love you too sweetheart" he blew her a kiss, before folding the hoodie and putting it in the closet

He got up and pulled y/n up with him.

"I'll be in the living room. take a shower and freshen up. you need it" he pressed a kiss on her forhead, making her smile

After taking a shower, y/n put on one of Eric's t-shirts with a pair of his shorts

She walked to living room, where Eric was still playing FIFA. He looked up when y/n came, giving her a smile as he paused his game

"I'm tired" she mumbled with a yawn

"come here" he patted his lap, spreading his legs a biy

She walked to him, sitting down on his lap, with her face in his neck, and legs around his hips, while he put his arms around her waist

"go to sleep my love. you need it" he whispered, pressing a kiss on the side of her head.

#football #football blurb #football imagine #football one shot #football x reader #footballer imagine #barcelona #fc barça #fc barca #fc barcelona #eric garcia one shot #eric garcia imagine #eric garcia x reader #eric garcia blurb #eric garcia x you #eric garcia x y/n #eric garcia #eric garcía

[alyswritings]

Favorite Spider-Man

Request: Hi there! I love your Tom Holland x toddler!sister works and i had a request Could you write where the reader is about 4-5 and Tom takes her to the set of NWH, and there he introduces her to Andrew and Tobey and she kinda playing with them and Tom gets a lil jealous and its a whole lotta fluff fluff fluff ✨❤️✨❤️✨❤️

Tom Holland x sister!reader

Summary: Tom gets jealous when Y/N gets along with Tobey and Andrew.

Warnings: fluff, tom being a jealous big brother

a/n: thank you for the request! sorry it took a bit of time to get out. hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Tom carries Y/N onto set, Harry and Nikki trailing behind, stuck in their own conversation.

"You excited to see everybody?" Tom asks his sister.

"Uh-huh. Especially Z." Y/N grins. Tom softly chuckles at his sister's love for Zendaya.

"Yes, well, I can't argue with that." Tom says, a loving smile on his face -- both for his sister and his girlfriend.

"Are the other Spider-mans here?" Y/N asks.

"Yep. Both of them." Tom confirms.

"So I can meet them?"

"Of course." Tom nods, Y/N getting an excited grin.

- - -

While Tom got hair and makeup done and got in his Spider-Man costume, Y/N spent that whole time with Zendaya and Jacob, the two entertaining the girl, the young girl claiming a place on Zendaya's lap.

After getting ready, Tom returns and gets Y/N, the girl reaching out for her brother. Tom picks her up, resting her on his hip.

"You wanna meet Tobey and Andrew now?" Tom asks.

"Uh-huh." Y/N nods.

"Okay, come on." Tom walks over to where he left the other two Spider-Mans after a short talk with them. "Y/N, meet Andrew and Tobey. Guys, this is Y/N." He introduces.

"Hi, Y/N." Andrew smiles, Tobey giving her a smile and wave.

"Hi." Y/N smiles. She squirms in Tom's hold until he puts her down. She walks up to the other two. "What's your favorite color?"

Tom quietly chuckles at the first question she always asks anybody she meets. He doesn't know why it's the default question, but it has been for at least a year.

Tom just observes as Y/N practically talks Andrew and Tobey's ears off, the two letting her and enjoying the conversation with her.

- - -

Later in the day, the cast is taking a break from filming, mostly waiting for everything to be set up again. Tom watches in the distance as Y/N plays with Tobey and Andrew, the girl constantly giggling.

"Hey." He turns to see Zendaya walk up to him. "You good?" She asks, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess." Tom frowns, turning his attention back to his four year old sister. Ever since she met the older two Spider-Men, she's been attached to them. She sat with them during lunch and has only really talked to her mother outside of them.

Tom tried to play with her earlier, but she rejected him, going to Tobey and Andrew.

"If you're okay, why are you pouting?" Zendaya questions, a small amused smirk on her face. Tom huffs, motioning over to Y/N, Tobey, and Andrew.

"She's been with them all day." Tom complains.

"And?" Zendaya asks.

"She isn't giving anybody else the time of day. They're her new favorite people." Tom whines. "I want her attention again." He pouts, his lower lip jutting out, his brown doe eyes reminding Zendaya of a puppy dog making her quietly laugh.

"You'll get her attention back sometime. She's just excited to be around new people." Zendaya says.

"I want her attention now." Tom grumbles.

"Have you tried to get her attention?" Zendaya asks.

"Yes. She rejected me and went to them." Tom informs.

"Look, she's little, she doesn't know she's hurting your feelings." Zendaya says.

"She isn't hurting my feelings." Tom objects and Zendaya gives him a look.

"Jealousy is a feeling, Tom." Zendaya reminds.

"I am not jealous." Tom insists, earning another look from his girlfriend. "Okay, fine, I'm jealous. But she used to be attached to my hip. Now, she's attached to theirs."

"Look, she's meeting new people, she's excited. She'll be back next to you in no time. And after the movie, she'll be seeing you a lot more than she'll ever see them." Zendaya says.

"Then I just have to make sure favorite brother stays with me." Tom says.

"Are you sure you're her favorite brother now?" Zendaya asks.

"Yes." Tom says, but sees Zendaya's look. "What? Did she say something?"

"Well, as of earlier, Sam is currently her favorite brother." Zendaya informs.

"What?!" Tom exclaims.

"He made her cookies before they left. He'd be my favorite right now, too." Zendaya shrugs.

"Wha--"

"Well, don't worry. I have no cookies, so my favorite Holland brother is still you."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Trust me, you guys go home, she'll be back to cuddling you like the world is ending." Zendaya promises.

- - -

The Hollands are back at Tom's place after filming ended for the day. Nikki gave Y/N a bath while Harry and Tom each took their own showers before settling in the living room.

Tom exits the kitchen, handing Harry his mug of tea, a mug of tea for himself in his other hand.

"Thanks, mate." Harry says, taking the mug.

"Yeah, no problem." Tom says, sitting on the couch.

As Harry is finding something to watch, Y/N practically skips into the living room and goes up to Tom.

"Can you brush your hair?" She asks hopefully, giving him puppy dog eyes, the trick that always gets him to give her whatever she wants.

"Sure, love." Tom puts his mug on the table next to the couch. He takes the hairbrush and Y/N climbs into his lap. Tom leans back against the couch to create a distance and he starts to brush her hair.

Tom makes sure to not tug too harshly, apologizing whenever she would let out a small 'ow.'

"Thank you." Y/N tells him, kissing his cheek, before rushing off to the kitchen. A few moments later, they hear her groan out of frustration.

"I can't reach the Pop Tarts!" She calls out.

"I got it." Harry says, getting up and going to the kitchen. Harry gets the Pop Tarts off the highest shelf he put them on earlier, giving a packet to Y/N.

"Hey, hey." Harry whispers, stopping Y/N from leaving. "Go spend time with Tom."

"Why?" Y/N whispers back.

"Well, he was feeling left out earlier since you spent the whole day with Tobey and Andrew." Harry quietly says.

"He was?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah. He's been pouty all day. Honestly, you would think he's the four year old." Harry jokes making Y/N giggle.

"Does that mean I hurt him?" Y/N frowns.

"No. No, he's fine. He just wants some Y/N time." Harry says.

"Okay." Y/N nods, quickly running out to Tom. She notices the mug of tea in his hand so she slows down, climbing onto the couch with less, disregarding her plan to jump on it.

"Open, please." She holds the Pop Tarts out to him. Tom takes the packet and opens it for her, receiving a thank you. Y/N grabs his arm and wraps it around her, cuddling into his side as she begins to munch on the snack.

Tom softly smiles, his hold subconsciously tightening around her a bit as he puts her favorite movie.

Halfway through the movie, Y/N and Tom are the only ones up, Harry and Nikki retreating to bed both exhausted, and Tom offering to put Y/N to bed when it was time.

Y/N looks up at her eldest brother, his attention focused on the movie even though he's seen it countless times.

"Tommy?" Y/N calls, getting his attention.

"Hmm? What is it, darling?" Tom asks.

"I'm sorry I made you feel left out earlier." Y/N says.

"What? Who told you that?" Tom asks.

"Harry." Y/N answers.

Tom quietly laughs, reminding himself to smack Harry over the head later.

"It's okay, love. I know you didn't mean to. Nothing's your fault." Tom assures.

"Are you sure? I always hate feeling left out." Y/N says.

"I know. But I'm positive, I'm okay. I was just being moody earlier. It's absolutely nothing to worry about." Tom promises.

"If it helps, you're my favorite Spider-Man. Real life Spider-Man, too." Y/N tells him and Tom softly smiles.

"It does help, thank you." Tom says, kissing her on the head, hugging her. After silently sitting for a few minutes, watching the movie, Tom breaks the silence with a question. "Am I your favorite brother, too?"

"Right now, yes." Y/N answers.

"I'll be whatever you want if I'm your favorite brother all month." Tom bribes.

"Deal." Y/N grins.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @peyton-14

#tom holland #tom holland x sister reader #tom holland x sister!reader #holland!sister #andrew garfield #tobey maguire #zendaya #harry holland

[ranposgirlboss]

~HCS FROM MY BOOK!!-PART ONE~

THIS IS MULTIFANDOM!! also most of these are either slander or made for being a silly joke <333 so please don't take this seriously

fandoms: genshin impact, bungou stray dogs, and honkai impact

genre: fluff, slander, and sillies (it progressively gets less and less serious)

enjoy my shitty hcs from like a year ago <333 (they are actually older lol) ALSO ARE EXTREMELY SHORT SINCE IM LITERALLY JUST TAKING WHAT I WROTE WITHOUT CHANGING IT AND PUTTING IT OVER ON HERE LMAOASBHJAS (there's only so much space on paper </3)

chara list!!: albedo, kazuha, xiao, diluc, heizou, fu hua (sentience), scaramouche, aponia, dazai, ranpo, poe, ANDDD nikolai!!

FIRST TIME HOLDING HANDS!!

ALBEDO

-"its all for an experiment" he says

-lil bitch ok sure

-probably gonna study what this feeling is when he holds your hand and "why he feels so warm on the inside"

-acts like he doesnt care that much but bros probably gonna draw yall holding hands like a 13 year old drawing in her diary 💀

KAZUHA

-i love him but

-probably would make a poem about how your hand feels 😭

-he would be so cute tho ngl

-i mean just as always but also like

-please hold his hand he just loves you so much and along with words of affirmation physical contact seems to be his thing

-UGH MARRY ME

XIAO

-"wow y/n when you hold my hand the voices cease their calls for me to go to taco bell, thank you y/n."

-TAKE ME HIGHH AND ILL SINGGGG YOU MAKE EVERYTHING OKAY OHKAY OHKAY OHKAY (if you know that song here's your free kiss <33)

-and then you get married the end

-W H Y D I D I W R I T E T H I S B Y E -

DILUC

-could give less of a shit

-but for the sake of being a gentleman he says thank you and then continues bat manning sillily.

HEIZOU

-"y/n holding hands is cool but i think we should start an investigation of how fast we could make it to my place ;)"

-KILL YOURSELF. (please dont lead the way my silly detective <33)

-this gif makes me want to impulsively eat vanilla cake.

FU HUA

-YAAAATTAAAAA

-*holds hand* look at the beautiful sight ahead of us Y/N! no i did not make that fire-"

-fu hua arsonist era

APONIA

-MOMMY bjnEBHEKHBWJSK

-"y/n holding hands is great but why don't we open our arms and eyes to god"

DAZAI

-I APOLOGIZE TO ALL MY BSD READERS WHO HAVE TO SCROLL THIS FAR JUST TO GET THIS SILLy

-"i can always hold more then your hand~"

-a flirty bitch, but yall got chuuya knocking on your door asking you to "control your dog"

-ironic how chuuya is the one who says that

RANPO

-UGH I LOVE MY SKRUNKLE DOODLE PUSH POP SILLY SKRUNKLY CRUNKLY MUMPLY SILLY (yes i wrote that WORD. FOR. WORD.)

-will hold your hand for payments

-affection?? candy??? candys nuts fit in your mouth because they sure are about to <33 (i want to erase what i write sometimes)

-gets so happy omg

-not only does he have candy, you, but NOW he gets to hold your hand too>!1/!?!?

-wow he might as well steal from a candy store at this point

-might as well

-he swears it was an accident

POE

-poe held your hand with such sweetness, care, tenderness, love, and affection

-karl pulls up in his Mazarati, ready to throw hands once and for all, how DARE someone get more attention then karl

-poe has some explaining to do

-(i wonder how high i was when i wrote these)

-(i think i was 5'5)

NIKOLAI ( I FUCKING LOVE THIS ONE)

-so you go to hold his hand in y/n fashion

-suddenly you almost get hit by a bus

-"shit my bad wrong item"

-you stare in utter confusion at the bus as it suddenly vanishes like a fucking mob from minecraft or some shit

-nikolai god arc confirmed real

-so anyways you suddenly feel warmth on your hand on you see another fucking hand gripping yours but its literally just the hand detached from the body

-you are extremely scared and concerned why there's another hand gripping yours out of nowhere but with nikolai anything is possible so you just accept it and hold his hand back

-he giggles and nikolais away with the hand still holding yours

-(I ASKED HOW HIGH I WAS WHEN I WROTE THE LAST ONE BUT WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING HERE.)

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the voices

ALOS THNAK YOU FOR READING THIS PIECE OF SHIT IM SORRY. SHE WAS ME FROM A YEAR AGO I DONT KNOW HER 😭

alos my reqs are always open

I ALSO APOLOGIZE FOR THE TAGS

#albedo x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #heizou x reader #heizou is sexy as always #diluc x reader #fu hua x reader #sentience x reader #aponia x reader #flame chasers #honkai impact #honkers impact teehee #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #ranpo x reader #nikolai #silly #nikolai x reader #poe x reader #ranpo #ranpo my skrunkle doodle pop yum yum #I WORTE THIS ALL IN ONE SITTING #kisses and love #justiceforjared

[ibelongto-tylergalpin]

OH MY GOSH can I maybe possibly request Steve x Eddie’s sister/sibling!reader I’m so excited you wrote for him like- love u byeeee

YES. YES. YES YES YES FINALLY LORD YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS OH LORD YES ILY ILY ILY YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW WIDE MY SMILE IS RN ILYSM IM SO HAPPY RN

*One of the gayest photos ive seen but we'll talk abt that another time*

*Nother lil side note: I went to get water and when I came back this gif was on my screen AND I SQUEALED AND GIGGLED. THATS WHAT KINDA HOLD THIS MAN HAS OVER ME. ok imma stfu and let you get to reading* *LAST ONE I SWEAR: Listened to this while writing:) .... and this :)))*

~OKAY SO YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GIDDY I AM RN CAUSE STEVE HARRINGTON CAN SMASH MY FACE IN WITH HIS BAT anyways :)

~Yall actually met before the Vecna stuff

~You're in your senior year for the FIRST time unlike your idiot brother Eddie

~You're not in hellfire but you do spend A LOT of time with them

~Literally the mom of the group

~You have other friends that you'd gladly hang out with but you stay with them because the minute you leave one of them is gonna end up somehow missing a finger

~They need adult supervision at all times and youre the best they got even though Eddie is literally a year older than you

~You were the one who convinced Eddie to invite Mike, Dustin, and Lucas to Hellfire (He didn't wanna at first cause they were "shrimpy freshmen" his words not mine)

~Dustin excitedly ranting to Steve about the group when he first joined

~"He's so cool! He gets on the table n shit and doesnt give a shit about what people say"

~"Dude I don't wanna hear about Eddie 'The Freak' Munson"

~"He has a sister y'know... she's 18. She's pretty awesome too. And single"

~"Well that's great for her" (mf started zoning dustin out at this point poor dustybun)

~Dustin thinks you'd be so fucking perfect for Steve so whenever he sees him he always always always finds some way to work your name into the conversation

~He starts doing the same to you poor boy is set on this ship and will not give up till it sails

~Eddie gets so pissed whenever Dustin brings up Steve. His mood noticeably changes but Dustin, being Dustin, can't take the hint

~You cant be mean to Dustin cause you find him so sweet and adorable so you just endure it even though you have really no intention of talking to Steve 'The Hair' Harrington

~Literally 3-4 months had passed and Dustin was still talking you up to Steve and vice versa even though the two of you still hadn't met

~The Hellfire club was hanging out at the trailer park and when everyone was leaving you heard Dustin say he was gonna go to the video store so you decided to drive him cause you borrowed Robin's history notes cause you ditched class

~You took Eddies keys while he was using the restroom and made sure to leave before he could yell at you for stealing his car again

~You went inside with Dustin and he introduced you and Steve

~"Steve! This is Y/n"

~He gave you a small nod, unaware of what to do. You tried to match his awkward energy so you just gave him a small wave

`"I'm Steve"

~"I know. Little Dustin over here doesn't shut up about you"

~Dustin has the widest smile on his face seeing the two of you meet for the first time but it immediately drops when he hears you call him "little"

~"Hey what the hell"

~"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it 'Dustybun'" you said as you messed with his hair

~"I've told you already! Only Suzie calls me that!"

~You start laughing at Dustins face cause he looks so pissed and oml when Steve hears you laugh his heart MELTS

~He loves the way you treat Dustin

~Its hasn't even been a minute but mans is already down bad for you

~"Anyways, is Robin here? I borrowed her history notes and I'm just here to drop off little dustybun and give her her notes back"

~"Stop calling me Dustybun!"

~"Uh she's not here yet but she should be in about 15 minutes"

~"Oh alright. Can you give these to her when she gets here then?"

~"I mean or you could stay? Y'know, make sure she gets the notes safely. Plus it'd give me a chance to get to know you better..."

~THE WAYS DUSTINS FACE LIGHTS UP I SWEAR

~You stand there for a second contemplating it. You were curious to get to know more about Steve Harrington, especially since Dustin was constantly talking about him. Eddie will kill you if you have his car for too long without asking though, which was even more of a reason to stay. God you love pissing your brother off.

~"Well what do you wanna know Harrington?"

~The two hit it off surprisingly well

~So well in fact that even after you give Robin her notes, you stay longer

~The moment you leave Steve's decided that he's in love. Like thats that. His search for the right woman is over. He's found you and he's gonna try his damnedest to win your heart

~When you got back to your trailer Eddie was fuming

~He was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed and his leg bouncing up and down while staring at the door

~"My my, what ever is wrong dear brother?"

~"What have I told you about taking my car without permission?!?"

~"Relax I was only gone for 30 minutes"

~"YOU WERE GONE FOR 2 HOURS! What were you even doing?! I thought you were just dropping off Henderson!"

~"I stayed a bit longer to talk to Steve"

"Harrington?!"

~"No Eddie, fucking Steven Spielberg"

~Steve constantly bugging Dustin about you and asking him random ass questions about you

~Dustin deciding to be his wing-man for once, he's always asking you to drive him to the video store

~Constantly stealing Eddies car to take Dustin

~Every time you drop him off, you always stay for an extra hour just talking with Steve

~He tries to flirt with you but he gets so nervous when you're around he becomes Scoops Ahoy Steve again

~Dustin and Robin literally face palming whenever he says something stupid but you finding his failed flirting attempts absolutely adorable

~Eddie constantly asking you what's up with you and Harrington

~Telling him you're just friends but him continuing to nag you

~Eventually having enough with your brother bs so you throw a pillow in his face

~Him throwing one back

~Munson sibling pillow fights>>>>>>

~3 months of you and Steve talking at the video store and he still hasn't asked you out

~Robin and Dustin taking bets on when he'll finally confess

~You constantly go to the video store to talk with Steve, with or without Dustin

~One day you were sitting on the counter reading your book while Steve worked and all of a sudden he just kinda blurted the words "movie theater"

~You looked up from your book to see him looking at you

~"Huh?"

~"I, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me"

~"Only on one condition"

~Yeah..?"

~"You let me pick the movie"

~Steve regained his confidence and the two of you started going back and forth as you always did, laughing and talking

~The two of you decided that Steve would pick you up at 7 and you would surprise him with the movie

~"Wait so let me get this straight. Steve 'The Hair' Harrington... asked you out on a date?"

~"Jeez don't sound so surprised. Your little sister is a very desirable woman"

~"Yeah, sure" Eddie said as he scoffed and rolled his eyes

~"Anyways, it's not a date. At least I don't think it is"

~"You've been hanging out with Steve Harrington every day for the past 3 months. It's a date."

~"Go away and let me finish getting ready please"

~"Sure. Meanwhile I can dust off my 'Protective Older Brother' speech"

~"I will hurt you. Get out. Now."

~"What exactly are your intentions with my little sister, Harrington?" Eddie said, mockingly

~"Out!" You said as you threw a pillow with him and he ran out cackling

~At almost 7 exactly, you saw Steve's car pull up to the trailer and you checked yourself really quickly in the mirror before going to meet him at the door, but much to your dismay, Eddie opened the door before you could get there

~"Hey, uh, is Y/n ready?"

~You could HEAR the nervousness in his voice

~"Depends, who's asking?"

~"Eddie, don't be an ass"

~"Sorry Y/n/n, it's habit by now" (God I can just picture his cocky ass smile)

~You roll your eyes before greeting Steve

~"Hey Harrington"

~"H-hey. You ready, gorgeous?"

~Meanwhile Eddie is gagging his soul out behind you after hearing that

~Idk bout yall but I would just combust right then and there... anyways :)

~Steve holds out his hand to help you down the steps and you gladly take it

~As the two of you walk towards his car you turn around to see Eddie still standing in the doorway and you silently jump up and down to show him your excitement

~Has the cutest big brother smile on his face after seeing how excited you are

~Steve opens the door for you and Eddie shouts to the two of you

~"Hey! You better keep your hands to yourself Harrington!"

~You flip him off through the open car window

~No cause why can I picture Steve almost FALLING when trying to walk around the front of the car to get to the drivers seat. You can't tell me you don't see it. Argue with the wall. I do every day... lets not get into my psychological issues and get back to the story :D

~As the two of you are driving there you sing along to the songs on the radio together

~"So what movie are we watching?"

~"You'll see when we get there"

~You guys finally get there and walk up to the ticket booth

~"Two tickets for Clue please"

~"Really?! Clue?! Haven't you seen that movie 4 times already?"

~"5 times actually. Plus you've never seen it! You cant go through your life never having watched Clue!"

~You reach into your pocket to pull out your wallet and Steve sees

~"Put that away. I'm paying"

~"No you're not. I chose the movie, I pay"

"You may have chosen the movie, but I'm the one who asked you out"

~"You barely asked me! All you said was 'movie theaters'"

"I'm paying!"

~"No you're not!"

~As you tried to pull your money out, Steve snatched your wallet out of you hand and you stared at him in disbelief

~"Uh! Gimme my wallet back Harrington!"

~"No! You'll get it back after our date."

~"Oh so this is a date?" you asked teasingly

"Oh, uh, I mean if you want it to be"

~The way his vibe quickly deteriorated after realizing what he said

~"Okay fine. I'll get my wallet back after our date"

~Ion wanna be cheesy, but imma be cheesy cause its Steve motherfucking Harrington

~The classic both hands in the popcorn bucket thing happened (if you dont know what that is, its this thing in movies and shows when the love interests go to the movies and reach for popcorn and there hands touch and they get all awkward and flustered)

~Steve did the stupid thing where he slowly inched his hand closer to yours so he could eventually hold it but you could clearly see what he was trying to do, so you moved his drink onto the ground, lifted the arm rest, and lifted his arm around your shoulder and laid against his chest

~He was flustered as hell. He was not expecting you to do that

~After the movie he drove you home and you could tell he was nervous the entire way

~He walked you to the door but you dragged him to the back of the trailer where there was no window cause you knew Eddie would watch if you guys said goodbye in front of the door

~Before he could comprehend what you were doing, you put your hands around his neck and pulled him down and kissed him

~He was shocked at first but eventually gave into the kiss and wrapped his hands around your waist as he pulled you a lot closer to him (rail me rn like pretty please)

~Once you guys broke apart for air, he rested his forehead against yours

~"I've wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you"

~The two of you stayed there like that for about a minute or two

~You kissed him one more time, this time reaching into his pocket and taking your wallet back

~You gave him one last peck on the lips before running inside

~When he got to his car he was fist-bumping the air and freaking out stop he was so excited

~You walked into the trailer and it was pitch black

~When you turned the lights on you saw Eddie and your uncle sitting on the couch with their arms crossed as they stared at you, which obviously made you jump

~"What the hell are you guys doing?! Why are you sitting there like a couple of weirdos?! God!"

~"We're the ones asking the questions here missy!" Eddie yelled

~Clearly they were both fucking with you since they loved to poke fun at you all the time

"Did he try anything?" Your uncle asked looking more serious that Eddie did

~You sighed and rolled your eyes

~"No he didn't try anything Uncle Wayne"

~"Woooow! So what, does he think you're not good enough?!" Eddie yelled once again

~"What?! No! I mean we kissed a few time but-"

~"You what?! You shouldn't be kissing anyone till your at least 30!" Eddie screamed as he stood up

~"I'm going to sleep. You two make me wanna off myself"

~Your uncle laughed and Eddie walked over to you before you could walk away and he pulled you into a hug

~"You seem happier since he came around. I'm happy for you"

~You wrapped your arms around him, smiling at your older brothers kind words when all of a sudden his grip tightened

~"Let him know that I said if he ever hurts you there is not a place on earth he can hide. I will hunt him down for the rest of my life if I have to and I will make sure he suffers."

~"Alright get off me" you said as you shoved him away in disgust and your uncle laughed in the background

~"Night baby sis!"

~You didn't say anything and just flipped him off as you walked to go to bed

~The next day you walked into the video store and the minute Steve saw you he ran towards you and pulled you into a kiss

~Robin and Dustin hadn't known about your guys date so they were very surprised

~"Fork it over Robin" Dustin said as he stuck his hand out

~"You guys couldn't wait one more month?!" Robin said as she gave Dustin 10 bucks

~Steve driving you to and from school

~You and Robin bullying him in the car

~Friday night date nights

~Lots and lots of cuddles

~PDA PDA PDA

~Trying so hard to get Eddie and Steve to get along but they just won't budge

~Steve meeting your uncle and winning him over

~Steves parents absolutely adoring you

~Steves mom thinks you're "a nice break from all those trashy girls he used to date"

~PDA

~Going on late night drives cause why not

~Hellfire going crazy when Dustin brags about the fact that you and Steve are dating

~"You're actually dating Steve Harrington?!"

~Eddie yelling shut up the way he did in episode 1 when everyone gets rowdy

~He hates hearing about your relationship mainly because your his baby sister, but the fact that he doesn't like Steve is a factor

~P D A he is all about PDA

~You guys never actually had the whole Bf/gf talk

~It just kinda slipped out on accident and he didn't even notice

~Your first "I love you" was when he got attacked in the upside down and you jumped in after him

~Nancy getting a bit weird with you because youre dating her ex, but she sees how good you are for him and the two of you actually hit it off

~Dance parties with him are a must

~He takes you to skull rock but its all cute n stuff he like laid blankets down and had snacks and you guys just laid there cuddling while staring at the stars and talking

~Thats actually when he let "girlfriend" slip out

~"You're the best girlfriend anyone could every ask for, y'know that right?"

~Ended up accidentally falling asleep there and Eddie freaking out when you got home cause he was worried

~I cannot stress this enough but I'll try. Public Display of Affection !!!!

~On your guys night drives you sit on his lap in the backseat and you guys have fallen asleep there multiple times

~One time you guys even fell asleep after you were parked in front of the trailer and you didnt feel like going in yet

~Basically hes just one of the best boyfriends you could ever have and now i wanna cry cause I know I'll never have this

#steve harrington headcanon #steve #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington can step on me #st4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie stranger things #steve x munson!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x sibling!reader

[nervousgardenerkid]

Trinkets from the heart

a/n: i'm so sorry this took me forever😭i've been struggling irl AND i've had REALLY bad writers block but i have a lil motivation now so slay! i hope you enjoy this bestie again im sorry it took so long😭credit to the gif owner!

warnings: none really! this is modern au cause why not?? robin calls reader a bitch but not in a mean way, not proofread.

yo, are you coming over still?

you giggle at robin’s text shaking your head.

who says yo anymore??

listen, you made me binge watch breaking bad. i had to pick up traits from my favorite character 😒

you don't even have time to type out your response before your phone starts to ring.

“hello?”

“hey where are you?”

you hear shuffling on her side of the phone, you know she's putting her shoes on ready to get you if she needed to.

“I just got in my car, I needed to stop somewhere for our trade!”

a sigh leaves her mouth and you hear her grunt.

“how far are you? i miss you and want a kiss.”

you press the phone between your ear and shoulder as you start to buckle up.

“maybe like 15 minutes away? did you want me to pick up food too?”

robin lets out a hum. “no it's okay, i'll order some pizza or something.”

“okay that's fine, i'll see you soon.”

“wait!” robin exclaimed. you put the phone back onto your ear and let out a hum as you start the car.

“tell me you love me.”

you roll your eyes playfully, you can tell from her tone that she has a small pout on her lips.

“bye Robin, I love you.”

“haha you like me.” is the last thing you hear before she hangs up the phone with a laugh.

you roll your eyes, muttering under your breath how you fall for it every time without fail. you put the car into reverse getting ready to back out of the parking spot when a message pops up on your screen.

drive safe babe! ily <3

-

you park in robin’s driveway, a smile forming on your face when you look over in the passenger seat at what you have for the trade.

“she's going to love you, benny! trust me.”

you're quick to exit the car. the minute you slam your door robin swings open her front door. her smile gets wide and she makes her way over to you with open arms.

“you're here!”

you turn around letting out a giggle when she groans at the feeling of your arms wrapping around her.

“I'm here! and I bought the thing I wanna trade!”

she lets out a gasp and pulls away from you trying to get a sneak peek at what you got. you push her away trying to shield the passenger window that has benny on full display.

“go inside you dork. I'll be there soon.”

“fine, only cause I need to get my trade ready too.”

she goes to make her way inside, but not before giving you a kiss. your cheeks redden as you push her away making sure she’s inside before you grab the cute stuffed…thing you got from the store. you close the passenger door and start to make your way toward her house. once you reach the front door you open it and peak your head in first, looking left to right to make sure she's nowhere in sight. when there was no signs of robin you step inside and lean against the door to close it gently.

“okay,” robin exclaimed while walking into the living room. “I'm ready if you are! We can do this after the pizza or before it. I'm okay with either option.”

a whine escapes from your lips as you hide benny behind you.

“You know I can't make decisions! you choose what you want to do first.”

Robin shook her head and sat at the table with her hands behind her back.

“I made the decision last time! it's your turn to choose.”

you walk up to the table and sit at the chair across from her. you make sure to lean forward a bit that way benny can stay hidden behind your back while your arms rest on the table.

“Okay fine, let's do the trade first and then put on a show while we wait for the pizza.”

her eyes light up. “Can we watch Breaking Bad again?”

“Yes, we can watch breaking back again.”

Robin mutters a yes under her breath while clapping her hands lightly. she clears her throat and smiles at you before her hands return back behind her.

“Are you ready for the best trade of all time?”

you nod your head, eager to show her what you got for her.

you both start counting down from three, as soon as the number one reaches both of your ears you both slam your hands on the table. your smiles are a mile wide but shock soon replaces your smile while robin has nervous written all over her face. your eyes fall down to the medium size box that was in her hands and you feel tears prick your eyes. inside the box a delicate gold chain rested on the velvet plush and attached to it was a small heart.

“Well now don't I feel silly,” you mutter while hiding behind benny.

“what? why?”

“Robin, you got me a necklace and all I got you was a cute plushie from target!”

Robin lets out a small awe and sits on the chair next to you.

“and I love this little dude!”

Silence falls over the both of you as she stares at it with a curious glint in her eye.

“What is he anyway?”

“A freak of nature,” you mumbled while laying on the cute stuffed doll.

Robin lets out a laugh and throws her arms around you, bringing you in for a hug.

“Well, I love him. He's my favorite freak of nature right after you.”

You begin to roll your eyes but stop when robin clears her throat and gently pushes the necklace toward you.

“It's like, fine if you don't like it. Heart-shaped jewelry is lame, at least according to tiktok but I thought you'd like this one.”

“It's not lame if it's from you,” you say quietly while gently grabbing the necklace. The small pendant lies in your hand and you smile down at your warped reflection.

“This is so beautiful Robin, don't let TikTok lie to you ever again.”

Robin smiles, feeling accomplished that you fell in love with the small gift she got you.

“Open it! I want you to see what I put inside of it.”

You gasp quietly not even noticing that the heart was a locket. You open it and feel your heart melt at the tiny pictures displayed. The first picture is a selfie that you and robin took while you were at a pumpkin patch and the second picture was your favorite picture of robin. You took it while she was in the middle of laughing at some stupid joke Steve told her. She has a light-colored button-up opened, showing off the graphic t-shirt got for her, and she has her favorite hat on backward.

“I figured you'd like those pictures the best. I put mine at the end so that way I can be closest to your heart or whatever.”

You pout at her and pinch her already red cheeks.

“Awe, you like me.”

She whacks your hand away from her face only to hold it in hers when you let go of her warm cheek.

“Shut up, I love you…bitch.” she said with a giggle while mocking her newest favorite character.

“Don't call me that.”

“Yes ma'am.”

You giggle at her reaction and then around so that your back is facing her.

“Can you help me put it on?”

Robin nods her head and sticks her hand out silently asking for the necklace. When she feels the cool material in the palm of her hand she's quick to open the clasp and put the necklace on around your neck. When she mutters that she's done you feel your smile get wide and gently hold the locket in your hand.

“I love it. Thank you, baby.” you mumble while leaning back to give her a kiss.

She smiles into the kiss, letting out a whine when you pull away. You stand up from your seat and turn around to face her.

“C’mon, let's watch breaking bad.”

“Hell yeah! Science bitch!"

taglist <3

@cityofidek @spideyjass @simpingoverfictionalppl

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley fluff #stranger things blurb #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff

[anothergolddustwoman]

Valentine's Day

A/N: Hi so I wrote a little something after the .5 sec clip from the promo. Big thank you to Ivy @sisterofficerlucychen for letting me use her head cannon about the clip being from Valentine's day and Tim giving Lucy the necklace she's wearing. Hope y'all like it. It's linked on AO3 here. Gif not mine.

Summary: Lucy and Tim have a Valentine's Date at her apartment.

Words: <1k

Warnings: A fluffy cute lil date, but it does get a little spicy? idk not too much no details or anything.

Standing outside the door, he remembers the last time he entered the apartment. This time when he’s invited in he knows it will be a much different outcome than the last. This time he knows what's on the other side of the door. 

He raises his fist to knock, but she doesn’t come to the door; she just yells for him to come in. Staying at her place in front of the stove adding the sauce to the pot. After hanging his jacket Tim joins Lucy, wrapping his arms around her waist and telling her the food smells good.

“Good, it's almost done.” she tells him as he presses a soft kiss to her temple. “What are you doing?” she asks as he grabs the spoon from her to stir the pasta.

“Helping”

“No, I’m making dinner. Go, sit, pour us some wine. It’s done, I just have to put it on the plate.” she tells him, shoving him to go sit on the island behind her.

-

“That was delicious Luce.” 

“Thank you, I told you I was a good chef.” smiling in response

“I never said you weren’t.”

“This was definitely my favorite Valentine’s day.”

“Mine too.” Mimicking the ear to ear smile she has and giving her a quick kiss. “Hold on a sec, I have something for you.” As he pulls back from the kiss.

“I thought we weren’t doing gifts, it's our first holiday together.”

“I know, but I saw this the other day and thought of you.” he tells her as he pulls out the red box from his pocket.

“Oh, Tim.” placing her hand on her chest as she opens the box to reveal a moonstone necklace. “It’s beautiful. I love it. Thank you.” as she kisses him softly.

“To match your ring.” He tells her, grabbing the necklace as she turns around, so he can clasp it behind her neck. She turns back around and leans down wrapping her arms around his neck and climbs into his lap. Thanking him again as she starts kissing him passionately. 

When they finally take a minute to breath Lucy kisses up his jaw. Whispering in his ear “I got you something too.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks in a husky voice.

“Yeah, but it's in the bedroom.” as she nips at his earlobe.

“Well then I guess we better go check it out.” He tells her as he stands up, picks her up, and carries her to the bedroom. Lucy giggles and throws her head back in response to Tim hoisting her up onto his hips.

Setting her down on the bed they continue where they left off in the living room. After a bit she tries to shove him off, but he refuses. “If you want your present, you’ll have to let me up.” He concedes and she walks over to the closet. Returning in a velvet robe. Watching as his eyes widen and pupils dilate with lust, she removes the robe to reveal a red lacy lingerie set.

“Wow!” he says with a gulp leaning slightly back on the bed. 

“So, you like it.” She tells him as she goes to stand between his legs.

“Yeah. It’s uh, very nice.” as he grabs her waist while she wraps her legs around his back.

“Just nice.” She teases in response as she begins to unbutton his shirt and drag her fingers down his chest.

“I said it was very nice.” as he flips them on the bed so she's under him which elicits giggles from Lucy. They spend the night entangled in each other getting very little sleep.

-

When she wakes in the morning she expects to find Tim next to her, but when she goes over to cuddle his side is empty and cold. So, she sits up stretches while looking around the room for him. She can hear music in the living room and smells pancakes. Going out to investigate she finds him behind the stove flipping pancakes in his pajama pants and shirt that is just a little too small showing off all of his muscles. She comes up behind him just like he did to her the night before. 

“Good morning sunshine.” he says, adding some blueberries to the pancake he's making.

“It is now.” she tells him snuggling in his back. He flips the pancake turning around to kiss her murmuring in agreement on her lips.

“Breakfast is great and all, but what did you do with Kojo, you've been here all night?”

“Tamara was out here when I woke up, so I asked her to go take him for a walk and to bring him back with her.”

“And she just had no arguments about leaving as soon as she got back.”

“No she did. But, I promised her pancakes when she got back.”

“That makes sense.” as she nods her head and goes in for another kiss.

“Breakfast is done, we can eat now.” he tells her with foreheads pressed against each other. 

“Actually, I think I have a better idea.” with a devilish grin on her face she pulls him towards the bedroom.

Reaching back to turn the stove off, Tim says “Tamara and Kojo should almost be here.”

“Then I guess we will have to be quick, Bradford.” she giggles as she turns to run to the bedroom. 

Making Tim stop in his tracks, shake his head, and say “You’re in so much trouble, Chen.” chasing after her to the bedroom.

-

Tim was right, Tamara and Kojo were almost back. They come into the empty apartment and find the cold and abandoned breakfast on the counter.

“Well I guess it's just you and me for breakfast Kojo.” Tamara tells the dog who’s already hoping she’ll give him a treat.

#chenford #tim x lucy #lucy chen x tim bradford #lucy x tim #tim bradford x lucy chen #lucy chen #tim bradford #chenford fic #chenford fanfic #the rookie #the rookie fanfic #the rookie fic #raq writes

[heelbucks]

bc im trying to have dreams of chuck taylor (dustin) or cash wheeler (daniel);

could a bestie get smut of either? the kinkiest, dirtiest shite you could think of, then that sweet, tooth decay aftercare?

oh baby - c. wheeler

pairing: daniel (cash) wheeler x fem! reader

warnings: minors dni, heavy smut (breeding kink, public sex, oral [m receiving], road head, [please be careful y’all], ), established relationship, use of real names!! (dax = david, wardlow = michael),

notes: i am an absolute SLUT FOR HIM so ofc i picked cashie bb enjoy ! takes place post trios match at all out! also look at this gif of him he’s such a cute lil shit. do you guys like me writing fully out of kayfabe with their real names? let me know!! maybe i’ll do it more :) also!!! this is easily the longest thing i’ve written in a while so it’s taking me a bit of time!

you sat in guerrilla position with david’s wife and daughter at the edge of your seats. you can see maria slightly cringe every time he lands awkwardly and sells a move perfectly. “i know he’s not seriously hurt, but i’m so proud of him, he’s such a good actor.” she says when she can finally breathe again as michael tags in.

you two get so wrapped up in watching your partners that the tiny harwood almost misses her cue. tony khan gently rushes her outside and you can’t miss the look of awe on her mothers face as the men in the ring let her get her “first win”.

daniel was always so good with his goddaughter, he really would do anything for her

as the boys file backstage, daniel drops his belts and swoops you up into his arms. “there’s my favorite cheerleader. whatcha think of the match babydoll?” he asked you in between kissing you all over your face. “amazing as always, danny.” you giggled as he placed you down.

you both looked over at the family next to you and shared the same thought. “i really do love how sweet you are with kids. i can’t wait to have a baby with you.” you whispered in his ear, placing a quick kiss below it. his adrenaline and testosterone already pumping through his veins, daniel pulled you closer to him via a tight grip on your ass. “is that so doll? why don’t we get a head start on that then? can’t wait to come home and see you being my cute lil housewife.” he was practically growling in your ear when you physically dragged him away. “sorry we’d love to stay for the after party but these cramps are killing me. maria, text me when you guys get in okay? congratulations again david and michael!” nobody had time to register what has happening, but david knew his best friend and he sat there laughing to himself while you two sprinted to the cars, making a quick stop for him to change out of his gear.

barely making it into the large rental car, you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. daniel’s large hands wrapped tightly around you lifting you up with ease. “tell me why i can’t take you right here again?” his words come out breathlessly as he places kiss after kiss down your neck. before you could answer you heard a few camera clicks and laughed. “that’s why. don’t need other people to witness our first kid getting made.”

daniel opened up your door and ran to the driver side and started the drive to the hotel. the entire time his hand was clenching your thigh and yours was sliding across his lap. as you passed over his cock, you gave it a little squeeze. “babydoll, don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, or i might have to pull over right now.”

looking up at him with a smirk, you unbutton your seatbelt and lean across the center console. “who said i wasn’t gonna finish?”. you pull down the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion. his length bounces slightly against his tummy and you lean down to give a little kiss to the tip. you slowly take little by little into your mouth, your boyfriend above you gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are white. “fuckin hell baby.” you hear from above you.

as you hollow out your cheeks and get into more of a rhythm, daniel finally starts to relax, one of his hands making it’s way to the back of your head to hold it down. not paying full attention, he drives over a speed bump, sending his cock against the back of your throat. “shit, sorry doll. damn that felt good.”

as you two pulled into the hotel parking lot, you sat up straight, wiping the spit and precum from your mouth. “that, was fun. we’re doing that again when we get home.” you smiled at your boyfriend while he adjusted himself and made it slightly less obvious he got one of the best blowjobs of his life.

————————————————————————-

once inside your room, daniel locked the door and dropped everything. “let’s get a baby in you then, future mrs. wheeler.” he pulled you in close, his large hands easily gripping onto your waist and pushed you gently onto the bed. as you landed with a bounce and a giggle, you get up on your knees to kiss him. he pulls away to peal off his shirt and practically rips yours off. you lay back and pull down your leggings and roll over so your ass is in his face.

daniel quickly gets rid off his pants again, and you feel the bed dip as he climbs onto it. “normally, i’d have you ride my face until you’re crying. but tonight, you’re not leaving this bed until you’re knocked up.” his voice is deep and sends a chill down your spine as he pulls your panties to the side and slowly pushes one finger in. “oh you like that don’t you? you just can’t wait for me to fill you up, get you nice and full with my kid?”

to be continued?

#cash wheeler fluff #cash wheeler imagine #cash wheeler smut #cash wheeler x reader #cash ​wheeler headcanons #daniel “cash wheeler

[pvtjxker]

A proper lady.

Donny Donowitz x OC

Written with the help of @saltynametag !

Warnings: none! Just a bit of tention :) (and a fascist perv)

English is not my first language (I'm from pizza country) so have pity of me q-q

Gif by me! <3

Mariangela was in disbelief.

They made her come down all the way for her dear Apennines and abandon her beloved brigade, put her on a train full of fascists for two full days and made her walk for four more, only for her to end up in Bumfuck Nowhere, France. And for what?

To join a platoon of disorganized degenerates, infiltrating swanky Nazi parties for intel?

Not exactly what she pictured when she got the letter from the US army... “fight the Nazi forces”, yeah right.

At least they didn’t touch her explosives, still safely tucked away in her suitcase. She looked at her reflection in the mirror; an expensive dress, silk maybe? Fuck if she knew, it was a gift, courtesy of the American government. She touched the delicate necklace hanging from her strong peasant neck, grimacing at the scars on her hands and face. She struggled with the eyebrow pencil, carefully drawing where her brows had been singed.

Everyone would know; these fancy things didn’t belong to her.

A knock on the door startled her,

“Y’done in ‘ere, miss?”, Aldo was growing impatient.

Mariangela tried fixing the smudge on her forehead, “Not yet.”

“Women...”

She recognized the other voice, shouting back, “Shut the fuck up, Omar!”

“I’m-a sorry, bella principessa, take-a all-a da time-a you need-a!”

In the few days they’d worked together, he’d latched onto her accent as a source of mockery. She sighed, smoothing out the burned ends of her hair and grabbed her purse, making sure her little Lugher was wedged between her compact and forged papers.

As she stepped out, Aldo let out a low whistle,

“Boys”, he gestured dramatically, “our lovely Miss Rah-vee-nah.”

The Basterds chuckled. She wasn’t so easily flattered,

“I look like shit.”

“Language, missy”, Aldo scolded, “S’a fancy party full-a fancy wiener eatin’ schnitzels and yer a proper lil’ lady, understand?”

She. would. rather. Die.

She opened her mouth to tell Aldo to fuck off, like the proper lady she was, when her eyes fell on Donny...

Oh Donny...

Her forbidden fruit...

As if he wasn’t handsome enough in army green or that goddawful wife beater...

But, God... did he look good in a suit.

Aldo’s gruff voice snapped her out of her daydream,

“Ev’ryone good on the plan?”

Donny nodded, a curl coming loose from his slicked back hair, “Me, you ‘n’ Omar work for Mari. Hugo ‘n’ Wicki are Gesta-fucks and Smitty stays back with the rest, case shit hits the fan.”

Mari nodded, distracted by that damn curl on his forehead when he offered her his arm,

“M’lady”, he said playfully.

She giggled like an idiot, “M’lord...”

“Questi crucchi non hanno proprio gusto...”

These Krauts have no taste at all...

Mariangela muttered under her breath as she took a sip of what the waiter called “champagne”... piss water, more like.

Her arm was still looped with Donny’s, trying to keep her cool and pass him off as her date. Looped was perhaps a generous way of describing it; her nails were dug into the fabric of his suit, making him wince,

“Watch it, my arm’s still attached, y’know...”

She jumped and smoothed his sleeve out, “Sorry... I’m nervous.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell”, he joked.

His playful demeanour put her at ease, and she even managed to crack a small smile, despite her dress nearly choking the life out of her. Who was in charge of tailoring, anyway? Had they ever met a woman? She took another sip of piss water and caught a glimpse of Hugo, who wasn’t any better off than she was. He looked like he was seconds away from ripping the clothes off his back and fighting everyone in his birthday suit. And honestly? She wouldn’t blame him. Flitting through the crowd of fascist, covering for Omar and Aldo’s terrible excuse for Italian accents, smiling...

She was going insane.

At the very least, it was all going smoothly.

“Mi dicono che lei è italiana, sì?”

They told me you were Italian, right?

A man, in a carefully pressed fascist uniform with hair as shiny as his boots, caught Mariangela’s arm.

Shit.

He smiled and it made her skin crawl. Be polite. Be polite.

“Certamente! Pensavamo di essere i soli...”

Certainly! We thought we were the only ones!

The man wrapped his nicotine-stained fingers around her wrist, bringing her hand up to his chapped lips. Donny stiffened beside her, squaring his shoulders. The man introduced himself,

“Galeazzo Marchi”, he paused to kiss her hand again, “piacere di conosorela.”

Galeazzo Marchi. Pleasure to meet you.

Aldo and Omar shifted uncomfortably behind them, as Galeazzo rubbed his thumb over Mari’s knuckles. She sent a panicked look Donny’s way; his nostrils were flared, his muscles tense, eyes wide and angry... if looks could kill...

“E il signore...”, he gestured to Donny dismissively, “chi dovrebbe essere?”

And this man... who is he meant to be?

She blinked.

Fuck.

Donny looked pissed. Omar was sweating bullets and she could feel Aldo’s eyes burning a hole in the back of her head, she could practically hear what he was thinking, “fuck’s going on over there?!”

They were meant to be tourists. Just rich tourists, they hadn’t worked out any other details... she blurted out the first thing that came to mind,

“Il mio fidanzato.”

He’s my fiancé.

“Oh, capisco…”

Oh, I understand…

He answered.

He smiled with the smile of someone who doesn’t actually care. He wasn’t going to give up.

“Posso offrirle da bere?”

Can I offer you a drink?

He said, taking a glass of piss water from the silver tray of a fancy dressed waiter and handed it to her.

She was about to take it, more than anything out of pity towards the man, but Donny was faster, and handed her his own glass, still full.

“Com’é gentile, da parte sua…”

How kind of him…

Galeazzo looked bitter.

Donny smiled at his reaction.

Mari took the glass and took a sip, trying to release the tention.

She took a glance of Donny, who was staring down at the man with a glare of challenge. Like if he was daring him to do something she still was unaware of.

“Quindi…fidanzati, giusto?”

So…engaged, right?

“Sí! Da quasi due anni, ormai.”

Yeah! For almost two years now.

The man smirked. She didn’t like it.

“E…vi amate molto?”

And…do you love each other?

Mariangela was about to burst, but decided to stay silent for the sake of the mission.

“Sa, stavo pensando che una coppia bella come la vostra sarebbe un vero piacere da ammirare…”

“You know, I was thinking that a beautiful couple like yours would be a real pleasure to admire...”

That was the last straw.

Mari replied, contemptuous, with a raging blush on her cheeks for the embarassment.

“Non ho idea di quello che lei sta cercando di fare, camerata, ma la risposta é e sarà no!”

I have no idea what you are trying to do, camerata, but the answer is and will be no!

The man smiled, as his hand grapped her wrist.

Tightly.

“Non sono il tipo di uomo a cui si dice no.“

I’m not the type of man you say no to.

A weak metallic sound.

The loading of a gun.

She looked down and saw a tiny Walther P38 in Donny’s hand, pointing straight at the man’s belly.

Mari looked back at the man, reacting with a smil at the look of terror Galeazzo had on his face.

“Un po’…territoriale, il suo uomo.”

Your man is a bit…territorial.

“Non é il tipo di uomo a cui si dice no.”

He’s not the type of man you say no to.

Galeazzo turned pale white.

Donny pointed at the restroom’s door with the gun with a friendly smile, grabbing the man’s shoulder tightly and dragging him in.

As soon as he walked in, she walked towards Aldo and Omar.

“What’s goin’ on, why did he go there?-”

“Don’t, Aldo, it's too long to explain.”

A few moments later, Donny walked out, looking unbothered.

“What happened? What did you do to him?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, doll.” He replied, adjusting his suit.

Doll.

He called her "doll".

Well, there’s always a first time, I guess.

She wrapped her arm around his, as soon as he offered it to her to take, her cheeks burning.

“What matters now is that he’s not gonna be a bother anymore. Anyway, are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

She took a glance at her wrist, but not even a tiny scratch was there.

“No, don’t worry.”

“I do worry, actually. I’m glad you’re not hurt. I would have killed him…”

Aldo walked towards them, hissing to their ears. “Can you try not to get in a mess for five seconds? I swear if-”

A deep voice interrupted him from behind him.

“We got what we needed. Let’s get outta here.”

It was Wicky, followed by a pissed off Hugo.

“Wenn ich in fünf Sekunden nicht aus hier komme, drohe ich ein Massaker zu begehen.”

If I don't get out of here within five seconds I risk committing a massacre.

Hugo complained, quickly interrupted by Wilhelm, who stepped on his foot.

“Halt die Fresse! Wenn sie uns jetzt finden, geht alles schief!”

Shut up, goddamnit! If they find us now everything will be ruined.

Hugo flinched, but went quiet.

“Well then, I guess we don't have much time before that creep wakes up and comes out of the bathroom looking for me and Donny. We gotta move.”

They all started to walk towards the exit.

“What did that guy ask you for reacting like that?”

Omar asked. Donny shrugged. “I dunno, they spoke italian the whole time. What did he tell you?”

Donny asked to Mari. She stiffened, slightly tightening the grip on his arm for the embarassment, her cheeks turning red again.

“Nothing, keep walking.”

It didn't take them long to return to their base, an abandoned shack in the middle of the countryside in northern France. She sat on a chair, in a room upstairs. The perk of being the only one allowed to have a private room, for…well, obvious reasons. She took off her dress, finally being able to breath. The tossed the dress on the bed and put her usual clothes, finally being more comfortable. As she was taking her make-up off, she heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

Donny walked in.

“Y’alright?”

She straightened her back on her seat, coughing softly in nervousness, her cheeks slightly red.

“Could be worst.”

He walked behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders. She stiffened.

“I just wanted to say you looked good tonight. I've never seen you dressed so fancy. Or with any make up on.”

He looked nervous.

“Thanks, Donny, I…I appreciate.”

“Like…very good.”

She looked at him through the mirror, with a questioning face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you were very beautiful.”

Donny suddenly looked very nervous.

“Not that you're usually ugly, of course.”

He was…complimenting her. He was complimenting her. She tried to smile, her cheeks red. She looked at one of his hands and hesitantly rested hers on it.

“Thank you, Donny.”

“Anytime.”

He looked at her one last time, before taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles.

“Goodnight, Mari.”

“Goodnight, Donny.” She answered, with a faint voice.

He then got out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

She looked at her hand and kissed it where Donny kissed it too.

“Ti amo.”

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Divider by @saradika !

#inglorious basterds #donny donowitz #donny donowitz x oc #canon x oc

[munson-mjstan]

*not my gif*

Break 💀

Summary: You confess your feelings to your best friend Eddie, it doesn't go well.

this font is your thoughts or inner monologue

Warning ⚠️: Angst, swearing, Eddie MIGHT be a lil OOC, one sided love (pain), heartbreak

Pt. 2/ Pt. 3

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"Come on, (Name)!" Dustin pesters, sitting next to you at the Dungeons and Dragons table or affectionately known as the "freaks" table in the cafeteria. You groaned at the child's insistency. Dustin wanted you to go to your best friend and confess your feelings to him. To say you were conflicted would be an understatement. A part of you wanted to say something but there was always this nagging thought in the back of your head telling you he didn't like you like that.

-Small Flashback-

You both met in Ms. O'Donnells class three years ago, he had stumbled his way into the classroom, late, much to Ms. O'Donnells chagrin.

"You're late, Mr. Munson," she commented.

"Yes, dear, I know." He stated in a matter-of-fact tone, taking a seat next to you.

"Well, Mr. Munson, your assignment will be with miss (Last Name). Maybe she can straighten you out." She said while glancing your way.

'As if' you shrug your shoulders in response to her.

After the hour concluded, you began packing your things and headed out the door to your locker, you didn't know Eddie followed you.

"Hey, (Last Name), right?" He said, leaning against one of the lockers.

"First name (Name) but, yep, that's me," you smile.

Eddie holds out his hand, "Eddie Munson," You take it, meeting him halfway. "Yes, dear, I know." You playfully mock his words earlier in class which made him let out a bellowing laugh, your comment had broken the small amount of ice between you guys. You had been inseparable since.

-End of Flashback-

You had been taken out of your thoughts by Jeff snapping his fingers in front of your face.

"(Name) come back to earth, now," Snapping out of it, you say "Sorry, got lost in thought," you cleared your throat "So what were you guys saying?"

"We were wondering if you were going to confess to Eddie,"

'Shit'

"Well I don't know, yet guys," Making all of them drop their heads in frustration.

"What? I really don't know. I don't want to potentially screw things up between us, our friendship means a lot to me," you honestly wouldn't know where you'd be without Eddie, most likely miserable. You'd never want to do anything to jeopardize your bond with him, how could you?

"Look, we just want to see you happy, right guys?" Dustin looked around the table for confirmation to which the HellFire group agreed unanimously.

"Get out there, (Name)!" Gareth pats your shoulder, you blush at everyones support.

"If it makes you feel any better, (Name), Mike and I can be close by if you need us,"

"Dustin---"

"Mike, trust me, that way, no matter what happens, we'll support our friends!" Dustin was adamant about this, Mike took a deep breath "Okay," he relented, "I'm in,"

You suddenly felt overwhelmed.

"Woah, guys calm down, I don't even know where to start,"

Dustin had an answer already.

"Do it after our HellFire meeting tonight! Mike and I will wait for you outside the door!"

"You will?"

"I will?" You and Mike say simultaneously.

"Holy shit, this is actually going to happen!" Dustin exclaims excitedly

"Yeah, holy shit," you say, nerves taking hold of you.

A commotion at the end of the table had made you jump. Eddie had joined your table, slamming his metal lunchbox in the process.

"Hey, (Name)!" He beamed, giving you an over the shoulder hug, his cheery disposition never failing to make you giggle.

"Hey, Eddie, you got a blood curdling campaign set up for us?"

"I always do," he held his chest in mock horror "Do I not satisfy you?"

"Not yet," Jeff whispered to Gareth and they both start chuckling.

"What was that?" Eddie glared at them.

"Nothing!" Jeff turned back to his food.

Everyone carried on conversation with you occasionally chimming in, do your best to keep up while your mind was in a battle of its own, insecurities rearing their ugly heads, but your logical brain was combating them.

'Eddie is seeing Chrissy, she's much prettier than you.'

'How do you know he's seeing Chrissy? Did he tell you that? No.'

'Once he tells you he doesn't love you, it'll break you, keep your feelings to yourself.'

'You'll never know the outcome of anything until you put yourself out there and take a chance.'

Two polor opposite sides of your brain currently threatening to cut you in two. You decide to put a halt on both of them.

'I'm going to tell him tonight, I need to stop being a coward and just do it. After HellFire, after HellFire.'

Eddie shook your shoulder "We got class, (Name)"

"Right," you got up from your seat, following Eddie out of the cafeteria.

-Timeskip to after HellFire-

After a glorious victory of defeating Vecna, all of HellFire was euphoric, including you. You rolled a perfect twenty, dealing a crit hit to Vecna, even Eddie was speechless at the victory. You offered to help Eddie clean up the dice and everything while everyone was getting up to leave. Dustin tapped your shoulder.

"We'll be outside," he whispered, gesturing to Mike who nodded.

You nodded back, responding to them, trying to be as discreet as possible.

Dustin and Mike went out the door.

"Great campaign," you said, still cleaning up. "Can't believe I wasted his smug ass!" You couldn't help but smile.

"You did great, (Name)!" Eddie said.

Mustering up as much bravery as you could and keeping your emotions in check as best as possible you say "Eddie can we talk for a sec?"

"Sure, (Name), anything," he finished his side of the cleaning while you were almost done.

"Well," you started to say while cleaning "We've been friends for a while, best friends in fact,"

"Yeah we have," He agreed, watching you.

'Come on! SAY IT! Have a backbone!'

You took a deep breath "Eddie, I'm in love with you, I-I want to be more than friends."

For a second you felt proud of yourself, letting your feelings be known to your best friend. For a second, until.

"(Name)," Eddie paused

"I don't love you." His words were cold but stung you as you felt each syllable.

You could feel your stomach drop to the floor, heck maybe it even fell into oblivion.

Trying to spare yourself of more heartache you held both your hands up, wanting him to stop talking.

"I understand."

'Leave! Now!'

Gathering your things, you begin to head out the door.

"See you, Eddie," nothing could prepare you for what he said next.

"I'm seeing Chrissy Cunningham."

Swallowing a lump in your throat and desperatly holding back tears you say. "That's great, Eddie. I'm glad." You just wanted to get the hell out of there at this point.

"(Name)---"

"Take care, Eddie," you practically ran out the door, nearly knocking over Dustin in the process.

"(Name) we heard everything," Dustin says but you keep walking, close to breaking out into a run

"(Name) wait!" Dustin shouted and that's what did it for you, you ran out of the school building to the parking lot.

As fast as you're feet could carry you, you ran to your car, starting the engine and speeding out of the parking lot to home. You felt, angry, sad, hurt, rejected, even a little betrayed. And what's worse, you had to see Eddie again for the rest of the semester. You managed to make it home with it being a short distance from the school. Once you enter your house you felt a sharp pain in your chest, making you let out a sob.

You began to cry, feeling your emotions shatter, leaving you alone with your heartbreak. You couldn't even make it another step inside your own house so you slowly slide down your front door until you were on your knees. Being so caught up in yourself you almost didn't hear the harsh knocking on your front door.

"(Name)!" A voice you recognize calls out

"It's Dustin and Mike, please open the door!"

Still sobbing you stood up and opened your front door, immediately feeling arms around you. It was Dustin.

"I'm so sorry," he says

Mike joins in on the hug. Both of them trying to give you some respite from your overwhelming emotions.

You couldn't even say anything, you were a mess but still took the time to look at your clock.

7:45 pm

"I-Its late you guys, you need to get home," you let out another sob, tears following suit.

"This was my fault, (Name)," Dustin spoke

"I never should've told you to tell Eddie."

Of course he would blame himself, you corrected him despite you being a blubbering mess.

"Not your fault, Dustin," another sob escaped your lips "I made the choice to tell him, t-the pain I feel right now is my fault."

"We're here for you, (Name)" Mike rubbed your back.

Their kindness actually brought a smile on your face, unfortunately the smile didn't reach your eyes. You started to calm down.

"Let go boys, I need to go the bathroom and look at the damage," they let you go as you gestured to your face.

"We'll still be here when you come back." Dustin said

You walked into your bathroom, looking at yourself in your vanity mirror. It was a sight to behold, tears tracks all over your face ruining the make up you wore that day. Your hair was a mess, you decide to tie it back (if you have short hair just go with it) you wash your face and brush your teeth, trying to wash the day away, to no avail. You felt numb now, a lack of emotion.

Exiting the bathroom you find Dustin and Mike sitting on your living room couch, waiting for you. A part of you was relieved to still see them here.

"Hey (Name)!" Dustin held up a note "It's from your parents, they'll be out of town for a week on business."

'Of course they're gone.'

"I see," you say, nothing else really coming to you.

Dustin gave you another quick hug before saying "Do you want me to stay over here with you tonight?"

You smiled again, not feeling any emotion behind it.

"Thanks Dusty, but I'd really rather not incure the wrath of your mother."

"But---"

"Dusty, Mike," you glanced at Mike, not forgetting about him.

"I'm grateful to both of you, looking out for me like this. I love you guys for that," You paused "But I need some time alone, I need to figure out what to do next. Eddie will either do one of two things: One, continue to be my friend while having Chrissy on his arm," you almost start crying even just the thought of that. Still you continue "Two: He'll avoid me completely, our friendship over."

Dustin couldn't help but feel guilty, he had potentially ruined two of his close friends friendship.

"What are you going to do?" Dustin asks with a hint of emotion

You pondered it, what could you do to avoid being hurt again? You could only think of one thing.

"I avoid him at all cost,"

The boys looked shocked,

"I'll still do Hellfire, don't worry," that's what you thought they were worried about.

They were shocked at the fact the you were going to disappear from Eddies' life.

"If by some chance Eddie corners me, wanting to talk, I'll just be stoic, give him one word responses, totally guarded, but only with him and not the rest of you guys. I'll basically become Wednesday Addams around him," You shrugged

"That's all I got, I gotta protect myself."

"That should work, right Mike?" Dustin turns to his friend.

"Yeah it should, but what about lunch? What if Chrissy comes to our table or Eddie goes to hers?"

'Fuuuuuuuuck!!!!!!'

You hadn't thought of that. But an idea came to you. "I'll call up a friend of mine, he can drive his Blue Toyota Camero to come eat lunch with me in the parking lot."

"(Name), you mean---"

"Yup, Billy Hargrove, I wanna catch up with him anyway." You came up with an almost full proof plan.

"In fact, I'll call him up right now," you walk over to your wall phone, pick it up and dial Billy's number.

"Hello?" A voice answers the phone.

"Mr. Hargrove, hello my name is (Name). Is Billy available to talk?"

Neil calls out to his son. "Hey, gorgeous," he says, making you smile. "Hey, Billy,"

"What's going on?" He says

You explain the entire situation to him and that you need his help to assist you in avoiding Eddie.

"So," you're tired after explaining everything.

"Will you help me, please, Billy?"

"Shit, I can't deny you when you say please, gorgeous."

"Thank you! Thank you so much, Billy!"

"You're welcome, gorgeous. See you tomorrow then."

"Yeah see you, then." You both hang up.

Phew! After everything you went through, sleep sounded like a fantastic idea.

"Boys, I'm getting kinda tired. Why do you head home? Use your walkie talkie to radio me you made it home safe."

As soon as you became friends with Dustin, Mike and Lucas, they made a point to get you a walkie talkie of your own.

Both Mike and Dustin enveloped you in a hug.

"See you tomorrow, (Name)"

Dustin says

"Yeah, see ya." Mike adds.

"Okay," You smile at them, walking towards the front door, opening it, letting Dustin and Mike out, they took their bikes here.

"Get home safe you guys!"

"We will!" They say simultaneously.

They peddle off and you close the door and you lock it. You go into your bathroom and take a quick shower wanting to get into your bed as quick as possible. Once you exit the bathroom, you decide to make some camomile tea to help you sleep, you could tell this was going to be a long night. Once the water was hot enough you took the kettle off the burner and turned off the stove you begin to prepare your tea. You hear a faint static coming from your room.

"(Name), this is Dustin do you copy? Over."

"(Name) this is Mike, too. Over."

Bringing your warm tea into your bedroom you answer your walkie

"(Name) here. You boys made it home safe? Over."

"I did," Dustin said first. "Over."

"Safe and sound (Name), over" Mike added in.

"Good, you boys sleep well, see you tomorrow. Over and out."

"Night (Name), over and out."

"You sleep well too (Name), over and out."

You turn off your walkie, both boys bidding you goodnight. You drink the rest of your camomile tea. You get up to put on your pajamas when you feel the calming effects of the tea, sleep was taking over you. You turn off your bedside lamp and close your eyes, letting the warm blanket of darkness overtake you.

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2530 words! WOOOO! I managed to make it much shorter than my previous one shots! Hooray for me!

I will make a part 2 to this because SURPRISE! Billy is alive in this! I'm in love with Eddie but I can't deny that Billy is hawt too 🥵.

God bless

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie my beloved #eddie x reader #eddie x you #stranger things #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn