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prettyinpurplelights · 1 year

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kylian mbappe headcanons on what it would be like to date him?

Dating Kylian

(speaking from first hand experience of course 🤭) (Also i literally cant help myself i had to do a “how did you start dating”)

You meet Kylian at your distant cousin’s wedding, you weren’t even supposed to be there, but your mum had come down with something last minute and forced you to attend in her place

You’re at the bar at the reception with a caramel apple martini mocktail planning your escape when a handsome guy comes up to the bar orders the exact same drink

“I think you’re the first guy today to order that.” You say as he’s about to leave

He turns to you with a raised eyebrow

god he’s so handsome

“Not a dark liquor type of guy?” You ask

“Ew” He scrunches his face. “Definitely not, I like sweet things.”

“Ditto.” You raise your glass at him, nodding

And with that interaction, you find yourself in his car 30 minutes later headed back to the city, which is a whole 3 hour drive

He’d also been looking for an excuse to leave so he offered you a ride

You didn’t know this man or why he was being so generous but you were so desperate to get out, you hated weddings, especially when you know almost no one, so you took him up on it

Off topic: Mbappe driving…🧎‍♀️

You figure out who he was 2 hours into the drive when “Ramenez a la coupe de la maison” blares out through the speaker and you gasp so loudly when you realise he laughs

“My brother is going to lose his SHIT when he finds out THEE Mbappe drove me home.”

“Give me your phone.” He says when you finally reach your apartment. He punches his number into it

“Proof for your brother.” He winks, and suddenly you feel shy under his gaze

Fast forward to 4 days later and Mbappe is definitely sure you’re ghosting him

He’s venting to Neymar who just laughs at him because finally Kylian couldn’t bag a chick he wanted and Achraf being the voice of reason saying perhaps you were busy

It’s not for another week until he gets a text from you

“It’s Y/N’s brother. Prove you’re Mbappe and call her.”

He wastes no time ringing and the first thing he sees is you screaming at your brother to give the phone back

“Holy shit Y/N, you weren’t lying.” Your brother says

“You owe me 20 euros, dickhead.” Your face comes into view and you’re flushed and looking frustrated

“Hi.” You say to him. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Kylian laughs. “I’m glad your brother called, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Oh.” You blush

2 weeks later you’re going on your first date and for some reason Kylian is nervous

Kylian is confident, he knows what he wants and how to get it, never sweaty, never shy, never nervous but for some reason he wanted to impress you so much he works himself up over it

He picks you up with a bouquet of roses in his sweaty hand and you greet him with a kiss on the cheek which drives him slightly insane

Your date goes very well and you have another, and another and before you know it you’re his girlfriend

OKAY NOW TO THE DATING AKSHJSKSJS SORRY

KYLIAN IS A GOLDEN RETRIEVER/SUNSHINE BOYFRIEND AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL (my king of aeygo 🫶🏿)

Whenever you hang out at his or your place he’s basically on your leg like a koala

You can’t leave or enter the room without giving him a kiss first or he’ll pout and whine until you do

He absolutely loves cuddling, he’s the big spoon always (Alexa play cuffing season by sza)

Hugs from behind >>> he’ll just randomly wrap his arms around your waist and place his chin in the crook of your neck or pepper kisses across your neck instead

He also likes lying his head on your lap so you can give him head massages, he’s loves them a lot

Kylian spoils you way too much

“Hey babe remember that necklace we saw last week in the window you said you liked”

“Kylian that was just a passing comment please don’t tell me you-“

And he always presents the gifts with the cutest smile on his face, both his dimples shining so you can’t be mad at him

He knows you can’t be mad at him when he smiles like that and you know he won’t return anything you ask him to

He’s even worse on your birthday and valentine’s

You absolutely don’t know how he rents out the entire louvre for your first valentine’s together but he somehow does

“Baby, I’m Kylian Mbappe.”

Cocky little shit.

It’s the best date you’ve ever had, a candlelit picnic set up on the floor of the museum

You both hate fancy dinners however so your regular dates are always fun things like amusement parks, or roller skating, visiting new cities when he has the time and arcades

He’s a TERRIBLE loser btw kylian absolutely does not like to lose grumpy boy

You kicked his ass at fifa once and he gave you the silent treatment for a few hours

It never lasts longer than that because he’s missing you then he’s all over you again

Kylian loves kissing you, ik that boy is a phenomenal kisser i know it

Horny as fuck too.

He cannot keep his hands to himself however hard he tries, especially in public when you’re trying to not look obvious

He’ll put his hand in your back pocket, he’ll pull you into an alley and kiss you senseless, he’ll whisper in your ear for absolutely no reason because he likes seeing you hot and bothered

Your relationship is still private so he makes sure he pays you a lot of attention behind closed doors

He always makes sure you’re pleased first, he loves the way you moan his name and the sounds you make

Your lucky day is anytime he scores a hatrick, he makes sure you reach at least 7 big O’s in honour of his jersey number

You in his jersey - drives him CRAZY

You wearing his clothes in general, his favourite thing to see, especially first thing in the morning

You don’t argue a lot, but it happens, and you’re both stubborn af

He’s always the first to apologise though, especially if it’s when he’s come from a bad game or training session and that’s what causes the argument

As mentioned, Kylian doesn’t take loses very well, and sometimes he takes it out on you, but he doesn’t mean to

You do your best to be there for him in those times

There was a particularly bad argument because of a tabloid post and you went 4 days without a word to each other and he thought he was going to die

The make up sex is- *call drops*

He always holds you extra tight after

Your family absolutely love him, your mum especially

“You and Kylian are coming over this weekend? Is his favourite food still _____? I must go shopping.”

He always gifts your brother tickets to his games, you’ve gone a couple of times together and Kylian will always look up in the stands for you with a smile

Of course no one knows who he’s looking for

Until they do

The day your relationship is leaked was probably the worst day of your life, you had to take a few days off work because the paps wouldn’t leave you alone it was an absolute nightmare

Kylian was there for you the whole time, assuring you, loving you, making sure you knew he wasn’t going anywhere

Once the media moved onto someone else, the relief of not having to hide anymore felt great

Especially for Kylian because he could now hold you hand and kiss you wherever he wanted, which he made sure he definitely did

He’s not possessive but he’s absolutely jealous, he knows you’re stunning and people look at you whenever you’re out

Makes a point of PDA when he notices someone staring

“Kyky they’re probably staring at you, not me.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

Now you’re in public relationship, you can sit with the other wags at his games so he know exactly where to find you when he wants to dedicate a goal to you

Champions league games and international friendlies are the worst when he had to travel and you can’t always go with him

He’d always call you before the game, he claims you’re his “porte bonheur” (good luck charm) or something of the sort

He comes straight to your apartment from the airport every time

His favourite days are lazy mornings with you when he doesn’t have training

He likes to cook for you sometimes, but he mostly steers clear of the kitchen

Especially after the time he almost burnt it down trying to make tacos

Also boy can he eat

You’re both big foodies, you have a spontaneous date night every week where you pick random restaurants or food truck places to try out

You’re sat on a bench at 11pm, 6 months into the two of you dating, with mouthfuls of food from a place you’d seen on tiktok when he asks you to move him with him

You’re hesitant at first because you do enjoy having your own space but you agree to it, you were over there a lot anyways, would be easier

And he said you can convert one of the spare bedrooms into your own safe space

Kylian is a huge romantic, corny too so he’ll leave little notes around the house for you

“You’re the straw to my berry” you find this in the fruit bowl

“You’re so sweet, I get a toothache just looking at you.” this was on the mirror above your bathroom sink

Stupid nicknames

“Kyks if you call me “your little avocado” or “your cheeky cotton bud” one more time, I’m calling you Donatello next time we have sex.”

He sticks to ma cherie or mon amour from then on

Living together means domestic things like cooking together and negatives like Kylian stealing your skin care products

And he absolutely has to do a face mask also everytime you do one

“Kylian this shit isn’t cheap keep your hands off!”

Next time you open your bathroom cabinet, there’s 6 of every product with a note: “I know something else that would be great for your skin, I’ll show you tonight.”

You’re very glad that night Kylian’s apartment is sound proof

Movie marathons together

Marvel and Disney especially, he’s team Iron Man 👎🏿

You absolutely cannot stand horror movies, but he loves them, you think it’s mostly because you always end up in his arms with your face in his neck to avoid watching them

Becoming really close with the other wags, especially Achraf’s wife Hiba, she becomes like a sister to you

Joking Kylian and Achraf were going to leave the two of you for each other

You and Kylian going to support Ethan at his games and babysitting his neice and nephew, he loves seeing you with him

So much so he asks you one night how you feel about having kids with him

“NOW??”

“Of course not now Y/N. Just at some point.”

You say yes

So he proposes 2 months later, he doesn’t care you’re young or have only been dating 15 months, he loves you and can’t see himself with anyone else

You say yes

2 years after your wedding you welcome your first child together, a baby girl the spitting image of Kylian and he’s never felt so content with life and how everything has turned out for him

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I hope this is okay 😭 I’m terrible with headcanons bc i always end up wanting to just write a fully fledged fic instead 😵‍💫

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thesupreme316 · 6 months

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Can you write how the AEW guys would react to the reader playfully smacking their ass like Bucky did to Seth Rollins that one time (please include MJF hehe)

AEW Stars React To: Their S/O Smacking Their Butt

Pairings: MJF x Reader, Max Caster x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Nick Wayne x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Hook x Reader

Word Count: 750

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, here you are and i hope you all enjoy it. I should have another react post by tomorrow. lemme know what else yall want to see. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none i think, suggestive content

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @batzy-watzy @sheinthatfandom @cassie0sstuff

I think this is the most I have ever written the word ass

MJF:

Mans would feel accomplished

Like that finally, someone has acknowledged his ass is on another level

We all know how much pride he takes in his ass just look at the edits on TikTok

If you do it in private, he will definitely laugh and try to slap your back

(Honestly he might twerk like a drunk girl)

If in public, he might be embarrassed or confused for a split second…but he’ll go right back to being arrogant

He’ll tweet about it, tagging Max Caster so he can get jealous

Will start wearing more tight-fitting pants so he can tease you more

Eddie Kingston:

Mans finds it funny but is always confused about why/how you do it before he can do it to you

Full-on laughs and cracks a smile when/after you do it

Now you two are in a competition to see who can smack the other’s ass more often

You typically drive-by slaps or wait until he’s reading/watching wrestling to slap it

He does it when you are on the phone or talking to friends

Eddie loves it because it’s y’all’s way of PDA or showing good vibes

I don’t think y’all would do it out in public like in front of fans

But the one chance you did…boi was he a mess

Christian Cage:

Christian would just stare at you with no expression

He was just looking at you as if he was saying “Really”

OR he’ll stare at you in an offended way

He’s surprised that you did it

“How dare you?”

I can totally see him “scolding” you

Says his ass is off limits and promises to “punish” you the next time you did it

To test your luck…you did it again…and let's say you couldn’t sit down for a good while

Nick Wayne:

Lil boi is so cute and he gets all shy

Immediately he blushes and gets all whiney

Face all red while saying

“I can’t believe you did that”

I think he would be too shy to smack yours back

Prolly would chase you around

Would stop after you smacked his ass twice more

Ever since then, he just accepted the smacks….with a red blushing face of course

Hook:

Nonchalant as a mothafucka

But to him, it’s a normal thing, so he doesn’t care

He just continues talking to his friends after he smacks yours as you walk away

To Hook…it’s equality

Mans just loves to have his hands on you in general

If you did it to him while y’all were in the ring…he would break character and laugh

The internet would have a field day with the clip, making it go viral

Now if you slap it extra hard, Hook would just simply pick you up and show you how a real master of the booty slapping arts does it

Ricky Starks:

Alexa…play Bongos by Cardi B

Like Hook, Ricky’s not fazed

In fact, he eats it up and then some

I can see Ricky just winking at you..and ever so gently…SPEARING YOU ON THE BED

He slaps yours back twice as hard

In public….he would pull you towards him and tell you all the things he’s gonna do to you

Particularly finds it funny when you continuously smack his ass while ya’ll are laying down

I def see it as a postcard or a couple Christmas card (merry smackmas)

Max Caster:

THIS HORNY FUCK

Would deadass put his ass out even further for you to slap again

“I can see you’re getting a little handsy”

Looks at you suggestively, probably would moon you

Probably would chase you down just to slap your ass back

If you do it in public, he’s throwing ass like a real one

OOOOOOO I BET HE WOULD LET OUT VERY LOUD AND EXAGGERATED HIGH PITCH MOAN

Which causes you to become embarrassed and swiftly leave the scene

He would at the rest of The Acclaimed and wiggle his brows…looking for someone else to smack his ass

bonus: I truly think he would be like Richard from Wasabi Productions (back from like 2011)

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagines #aew hook #aew hook imagine #eddie kingston #eddie kingston imagine #ricky starks #ricky starks imagine #max caster #max caster imagine #aew mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf imagine #aew nick wayne #nick wayne imagine #christian cage #christian cage imagine

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sourapplesauces · 7 months

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Hey!!!! You should uhhh infodump about your FNAF AU, that would be really cool. If you want. Especially stuff about Vanessa maybe, she's my girl

Hi! Thanks for the ask! I always wanted to infodump abt this but I never found an outlet!!

Gregory Alavarez

12 years old

Argentinian

Vanessa offered to get him a haircut, but he preferred the messy shaggy hair

Has amnesia about his past life; he doesn’t remember his parents

Vanessa caught him trying to pierce his own ears, later she took him to a proper piercer.

When asked why he got the piercing, he said it was to match Freddy

Has a tough bad-boy exterior, but he's softer when in Cassie, Vanessa and Freddy’s company

Has like really good grades, he's a smart kid.

Has a lot of sleepovers with Cassie where they just chill playing video games and doing each other's makeup and nails

He also likes drawing and programming

He gets night terrors, and a lot of nightmares of memories that aren't his

He also HATES the dark, and he's a little bit claustrophobic

Owns a TON of Freddy merch and he decorates his bedroom with it

He sees Freddy as a parental figure, but he’s too shy to express it.

Is GGY/patient 46

Vanessa Alvarez

24 years old

Inspired off of her first poster where she had wavy hair and freckles (I just added a tooth gap bc I thought it looked cute.)

Lesbian

Has little recollection of her time as Vanny, Afton put her to sleep most of the time- but she's had visions and physical scars.

Pre-help wanted: her personality was bubblier, she had hobbies like baking, gaming and cosmetics.

Post-security breach: she’s more on the quiet side, she can get anxious and depressed at times. But shes keeping her head up for Gregory (and she’ll learn to do so for herself as well).

As for hobbies: She likes to read now, and she still bakes occasionally

Can be unintentionally rude sometimes

Her parents are deceased (backstory later ...*wink wink*)

She lived at the Pizzaplex for a while, but after the savior ending she got a brand-new apartment to start things over.

Vanessa and Valerie (tape girl) were romantically involved at some point, but were torn apart by glitchtrap

Freddy and Gregory live with Vanessa in her new apartment

Vanessa has legally adopted Gregory, but their dynamic is more sibling-like than it is parental.

Glamrock Freddy

His immobility slightly bothers him, not being able to express himself properly is the worst part of being just an animatronic head.

Vanessa and Gregory like taking him on road trips to see more of the world, so much so that Freddy considers traveling as one of his hobbies

Vanessa and Gregory connected him to the internet so he's basically like Alexa now (he's just sentient)

Him and Bonnie are long lost lovers (he hardly talks about it though)

He's become a reliable source of advice for both Gregory and Vanessa

Freddy is the peacemaker/glue/dad in the group

Vanessa has been working for a while to make a body for Freddy, though the lack of parts available for him has slowed things down. They resorted to stealing from warehouses and recycling everyday items to create a makeshift body for him. Though it's only halfway completed in the present.

He's really good at singing. Oftentimes, he finds himself singing lullabies to Gregory or singing along to tunes during road trips.

He misses his friends a lot of the time, and he’s still a little frustrated with Gregory for treating them with cruelty.

Dislikes conflict/ likes seeing the bright side of things

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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 1 year

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social media shy

f!potterer!reader x quinn hughes

warnings: swearing

(sidenote: qhuggyhes is quinn's private account - only mentioned once)

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ynofficial: holy mac'n' cheeseballs i'm gonna be in vogue

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fan1: *takes deep breath* I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

fan2: no more gatekeeping, only girlbossing

fan3: we must gatekeep her from the stinky men though

fan4: you're so beautiful

fan5: i actually can't wait

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ynofficial: can someone get me a cat? i'm in desperate need of a housemate that purrs when cuddled. a cat would also keep me company in this big apartment

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fan6: my grandma's cat just had kittens and she's in vancouver if you're interested?

ynofficial: ooh yes please!

fan7: what's wrong with your current housemate?

ynofficial: he smiles and falls asleep on me and leaves vancouver for work often :/

fan8: what's wrong with a smile?

ynofficial: it makes me like him even more that's what's wrong

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qhuggyhes: please don't play the guilt card i WILL fold

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fan9: repping lana as we should

ynofficial: the one and only

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ynofficial: meet harley!! she's so adorable i just want to cry...also she's an incredibly annoying bedmate at times (but she's cute so i'll let her off)

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fan10: you're a crazy cat lady now, welcome to the club

ynofficial: i'm honoured

fan11: i'm assuming harley is the cat?

ynofficial: your assumption would be correct yes

trevorzegras: and harley is YOUR cat?

ynofficial: stfu yes

jackhughes: i see what you did there. clever.

ynofficial: idk what you're talking about

fan12: why the sudden influx of nhl players?

fan13: i don't even know who any of them are

ynofficial: neither do i

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ynofficial: i want you to know i take being a cat mother very seriously and that i'm going to start referring to home as HQ for personal reasons

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lhughes_06: HQ being harley and...

ynofficial: you used to my favourite

lhughes_06: what am i now?

ynofficial: on thin ice

fan14: pretty sure luke hughes has a brother called quinn

fan15: yeah he does

fan16: quinn is in the second photo and i think the last?

fan17: wait does hq = harley/quinn????

_quinnhughes has added to their story

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ynofficial: new 'dainty florals' set on the market!

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fan18: are you on the market too?

fan19: LMAO no

fan20: i'm analysing her hands now

fan21: POV you're here bc of that twitter thread

fan22: me

fan23: the moon mug is giving fairy garden and i love it

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_quinnhughes: been busy lately

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fan24: babe we all know *wink wink*

fan25: that's definitely y/n

fan26: quinn rn: sorry i haven't been posting i've been having a lot of sex

fan28: everyone knows

jackhughes: and i'm still patiently waiting

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ynofficial: congrats on your-

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fan29: -record breaking of 263 games to assist 200 times?

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jackhughes: 🐔

ynofficial: bet

fan30: even the fucking cake is canucks themed

lhughes_06: if you don't i will

ynofficial: it's cute you think i'll let myself be blackmailed

fan31: it's impossible for it not to be quinn at this point

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_quinnhughes: i was told to say 'alexa play cornelia street' as a caption

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bradytkachuk: you're so whipped

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fan32: this is literally the same place y/n posted in her last post

jackhughes: TAG HER

fan33: jack losing his patience is all of us rn

_quinnhughes went live 3 minutes ago!

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jackhughes: because these two IDIOTS are refusing to actually do anything about it, i'm taking the matter into my own hands for my and your mental health. this is ynofficial and _quinnhughes and they are 100% dating and 1000% in love to the point where it actually melts me. thank you and good night

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lhughes_06: i didn't think you'd ACTUALLY do it

jackhughes: do not underestimate me

_quinnhughes: and then you wonder why luke is y/n's favourite

fan34: WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!!!!

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ynofficial: i hate you

jackhughes: you wish you did 😘😘

fan35: i love how y/n and quinn are so private that the only way their relationship would ever get exposed is if someone did it for them

fan36: fr they fit each other so well

fan37: THEY! ARE! PARENTS!

fan38: omg y/n has a harley and a quinn in her life

fan39: HQ makes sense now

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #nhl social media au #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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valyrfia · 10 months

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WTAF?! That Lestappen gif in comparison to how Charles and Carlos greeted each other has changed my perspective. These two are in love and are aware or they are at least aware of their crush on each other but have never acted on it. You can literally taste the UST from the screen. Charles blushing and Max’s grin after. And that wink from Charles and the eye sweep. FUUUUUCK!!! You are making me overly delusional like what was that?

lestappen gifs make me literally insane let me show you a few more of my favourites where you can taste the tension

Exhibit A: Teenagers With a Crush

Max looks at Charles, is caught looking at Charles, they both smile then look away smiling/fidgeting. It's TEXTBOOK crush behaviour it feels like something taken straight from a fic.

Exhibit B: Charles Leclerc's Constant Need for Eye Contact

Something about this gif is haunting. Charles aligning his whole body like he's a lodestone and Max is magnetic north like someone tell this man you're allowed to look away from Max Verstappen.

Exhibit C: Alexa Play Style by Taylor Swift

Them walking absolutely in sync makes me feel ill. That's all there is to say really.

Exhibit D: Austria 2022 Soft Porn

Yeah this one speaks for itself. You didn't even win the race why are you so smiley Max by god I hope these two got a room.

And this is just a summary. Every day I stumble across some other moment of these two that makes my jaw drop. They just...act like this.

#the tension is stifling it's awful #lestappen #GET A ROOM #anon

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jobean12-blog · 10 months

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Driven By Desire

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Mechanic AU)

Word Count: 3,300

Summary: Your car breaks down but you’re lucky enough to be close to a mechanic who’s going to help you out...in more ways than one.

Author’s Note: This is a completely self indulgent fic that I didn’t even have planned but then my sweet friend Cia @holacia3 shared a pic and it all snowballed from there haha YAY thank you so much! I love it! This is only my second time doing his AU but it’s so fun and I feel like Joel fits well with it! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweet Daisy!

Warnings: it’s super fun and flirty and there’s lots of tension, reader is fiery and c-u-rs-es a lot but Joel loves it and he doesn’t hold back either so there’s a lot of back and forth fun. Light d-ir-t-y ta-l-k and o-r-al and f-i-n-ge-r-in-g.

Joel Miller Masterlist

You slam the car door so hard you’re surprised you don’t break something else before you stomp toward the garage, thankful the doors are still open.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the lighting and your ears to the blaring music. You look around, trying to focus on finding someone who works here. Finally you spot a pair of long jean clad legs sticking out from under one of the cars.

One booted foot is tapping in beat to the music and you slowly walk over.

“Excuse me,” you say.

No response. Nothing.

“EXCUSE ME!” you yell, trying to be heard over the music.

Still nothing so you kick gently at the boot.

He flies out from under the car so fast you startle with a shriek, careening backward in your heeled feet. Large hands shoot out automatically, catching you by the waist to stop your fall.

“What the fuck?” you screech.

“Alexa, turn down the music,” he says in a deep, gravelly voice, his hands still on your waist.

Your ears are still ringing when he asks, “what was that darlin’?”

“I said,” and you proceed to press your palms against his hard chest and step out of his grasp, “what the fuck?”

“Sorry darlin’” he murmurs but his eyes are sparkling. “Didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock!” you retort.

“Wow, what a mouth on you,” he throws back but from the smirk pulling at his lips you can tell he’s anything but annoyed.

He tugs an old rag from the back of his jeans and wipes his hands. Your eyes fall to the action and you can’t help but remember what those hands felt like warm and strong on your waist just a moment ago.

You let out a long exhale. “My car started stalling. I barely made it in here. Can you take a look at it?”

“We’re closed but just for you, I’ll take a look,” he winks.

He holds out a still greasy hand and motions for you to walk. You start toward your car, peeking over your shoulder to see if he’s following. He is and he’s doing nothing to hide the way his eyes slowly slide down your body.

“Here it is,” you say as you lean against the door, glaring at him.

He gives you a lopsided smile and steps in front of the car to open the hood. You take the chance to get a good look at him and you like what you see. A lot.

His jeans are tight enough to show off long legs and thick thighs and the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, leaving his forearms exposed so that every time he twists or pulls something you see the cords of muscle flex. And when he bends over the hood you get a good glimpse of his round ass.

“Looks like it’s the transmission,” he says, standing and looking your way.

“Hmm?” you ask, still recovering from your perusal of his body and now studying the handsome features of his face.

His dark hair is mussed in way that tells you he keeps running his fingers through it and his sharp jaw is lined with a dark shadow of scruff peppered with patches of gray. Dark chocolate eyes stare right back as his full lips twitch with a smile.

“The transmission sweetheart. You’re not drivin’ this home.”

You have to stop yourself from letting out a whine and stomping your foot.

“For fucks sake!” you mutter.

“There’s that mouth again,” he teases, but there’s an underlying heat to his words.

You smile wryly, ignoring the unexpected charge in the air and the way it zips down your spine.

“Excuse me, I just need to make a call,” you explain before pulling out your phone and stepping away.

After you call your best friend you walk back to your car, taking another chance to check him out before he stops tinkering with something under the hood.

“My friend is on her way…thanks for taking a look at it.”

He nods and closes the hood before leaning against the front and crossing his arms over his chest.

“You can leave it with me. I’ll get it fixed for ya.”

“How long do you think it will take?” you ask, mentally going over your schedule.

“Depends on parts. If I need any could be up to a week, if not should only be a couple of days.”

He whips his cell out from the other back pocket of his jeans.

“What’s your name darlin’? he asks.

You give him your name and number.

“Joel,” he says when you look at him expectantly.

“Well, thanks Joel and sorry for cursing at you.”

“Don’t be,” he grins. “I like it.”

Rachel pulls up before you can give him a sassy reply and you tear your gaze away.

“Hey,” she says once the window is down. “You good?”

She looks at Joel then back to you.

“Fine, just fucking pissed!” you say, throwing up your arms.

You can hear Joel’s chuckle.

“I’ll call you,” he says when you turn around. “Get home safe.”

“Thanks,” you say as you plop down in Rachel’s car.

When the window is up and she’s out of the parking lot you continue your rant. “Fucking car! It’s probably the transmission and who knows how long that will take!”

“I’m sure hot mechanic guy can fix it right up for you,” she giggles.

“Was he hot?” you ask with a roll of your eyes. “I didn’t notice.”

“Yes you did!” she scoffs. “You were practically eye fucking him when I pulled up.”

“I WAS NOT!” you screech.

“Keep telling yourself that,” she laughs. “And don’t worry he was doing the same thing.”

“Son of a bitch,” you mutter before closing your eyes and leaning your head back along the headrest.

“Hey darlin’” he drawls when you get out of Rachel’s car. He’s smiling and it makes the little sun kissed crinkles around his eyes pop out.

You realize he’s waiting for you to say something so you clear your throat with a greeting.

“Your car’s ready and good as new. Come on.”

You follow him to your car and try to pay attention as he explains what he did. He’s half under the hood when he crooks a thick finger at you, asking you to bend down and take a look. Despite your surprise you do as he asks and can’t help but admire the new shiny whatever it is he put inside.

“That looks like it will work better than whatever piece of shit was in there before,” you grumble.

He turns his face to look at you, smirking again. “You bet it will.”

“What’s that?” you ask, touching the object next to it.

Before he can answer you pull your hand back and see your fingertips are covered with grease.

“Shit,” you mutter.

“That’s the oil pan,” he says, trying to hide his smile. “Pretty filthy.”

“Yeah, I can see that” you answer sarcastically as you try to wipe your fingers clean. “Fucking grease…”

He hands you his rag, folding it to the cleanest side and trying to hold back his smile. With a quiet thanks you take it and try again. It’s really no use so you sigh and give it back.

“It’ll come off with some soap,” he grins.

With one last check he shuts the hood and ushers you into the small office in front of the shop.

“Thanks for fixing it for me so fast and at such a good price,” you say.

“My pleasure darlin’.”

You fidget under his intense gaze, mindlessly rubbing at your cheek.

He chuckles and steps closer, lifting his hand slowly, the question of whether you’re going to stop him filling his steady gaze.

“You just wiped some grease on your cheek. A smudge. Right here.”

“For fucks sake,” you mutter.

He cups your jaw, swiping at your cheek with a delicacy you don’t expect from his rough hands. You feel singed in the wake of his calloused thumb.

“Did you just wipe more grease on me,” you say, trying to sound pissed but it comes out breathy instead.

“Maybe,” he answers, looking smug.

He dips his head, still cradling your jaw as he moves closer.

You lean forward slightly and lick your lips, your body acting on its own accord.

His eyes track the movement and he inches closer still, the electricity buzzing between you.

Rachel’s shrill voice breaks the moment and you rock back on your heels, looking over Joel’s shoulder to see her standing in the doorway.

Her smile widens as she looks between the two of you.

“So,” she says. “You all set?”

“All set,” you mirror, your eyes still on Joel.

Rachel slides up next to you, resting her elbow on your shoulder.

“You know Joel,” she starts. “We’re going for drinks tomorrow night at the dive bar in town. You should totally join us.”

Your eyes go wide and you open your mouth to protest but Rachel cuts you off with, “I mean she really owes you one anyway,” and she points her finger in your direction. “You fixed her car so quickly and all.”

You turn and glare at your friend, narrowing your eyes until you can barely see.

“I’m sure Joel has other plans,” you grit out.

“Actually I don’t,” he answers, keeping his eyes on you. “Text me when and where.”

You let out a little huff and he laughs, leaning toward you and placing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “See you tomorrow night darlin’.”

He walks back into the garage and you stand there, pressing your greasy fingers to the spot on your skin where the feel of his lips lingers.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeee,” Rachel squeaks as she pulls you out by the arm.

When you pull up to the bar you don’t see Joel yet so you sit back and text Rachel one more time to ask where she is.

Your phone rings.

“I’m not coming,” Rachel says before you can say hello.

“WHAT?”

“I’m sick,” she explains with a cough.

“I swear I’m going to fucking kick your ass girl,” you hiss.

“No you’re not. You’re going to thank me tomorrow morning. I promise. Now have fun and be safe. Call me if you need anything. Love ya!”

With her last sing song words she hangs up and you’re left staring at your phone dumbfounded, several expletives flying out of your mouth. The screen lights up with a text from Joel telling you he’s arrived and as you’re typing a reply that you’ll meet him by the door you catch movement out of the corner of your eye.

You see him striding toward your car, his dark eyes full of promises.

He runs his hand across the hood the way you want him to run it over your skin as he comes to the window. With a smile he opens your door and holds out his hand. You look down at it, clean and free of grease.

“Told ya soap does the trick,” he says with a waggle of his brows.

You can’t stop your laughter as you take his hand, letting him pull you from the car. His eyes are locked on you, tracing down your body and when they lift to yours again, he’s daring you to call him out on how he’s blatantly checking you out.

Your smile falters as he pulls you closer, letting every inch of you line up with the hard planes of his body.

“You look gorgeous,” he says. “You ready?”

Once you’re seated at the the bar he finally asks, “where’s Rachel?”

“Do you always sit like that? Manspread like…”

Your eyes fall between his legs before you can stop them.

“Like?” he asks, spreading his thighs wider.

“She’s not coming,” you deadpan, answering his original question as your eyes move up to his. “She’s sick.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he replies with a smile as he grabs your stool to drag it closer.

“Fucking bullshit!” you scoff. “You’re not sorry at all.”

You reach out and whack his thigh.

His large hand settles on the spot you just hit before his fingers spread wide and he rubs them over his jeans.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“Now that’s fucking bullshit,” he counters with a wink. “And you can hit me all you want. I’d say or do just about anything to have your hands on me darlin’.”

Your lips part with a small gasp and his eyes drop to your mouth.

“What? Got nothing to say to that?” he teases.

The bartender interrupts the moment by setting your drinks down. Joel grabs his without taking his eyes off you and takes a long and slow sip. You’re staring contest is broken when a man you don’t know walks up next to Joel.

“Well, well if it isn’t Joel Miller.”

Joel’s eyes squeeze shut at the sound of the man’s voice and he slowly turns on his stool to face him.

“Dave,” Joel says, tone flat.

‘Dave’ smiles widely and then his eyes fall to you.

“And who do we have here?” Dave asks, trying to sound smooth.

You’re trying so hard not to roll your eyes as you hold out your hand and give him your name.

Joel and Dave exchange some small talk that you can see Joel is struggling through, his attention constantly pulled to you and just when you think Dave is going to leave he asks, “mind if I join you two for a drink?”

“Actually,” Joel says. “I do.”

Joel gives no further explanation but you can see his jaw twitch with barely controlled restraint.

Dave’s face falls as he mutters something you don’t quite catch. He recovers quickly enough continuing to mumble as he walks off looking like a scolded child.

“You’re so friendly,” you poke. “Joel Miller.”

You laugh at your own dig, drawing out his first and last name as you watch his lips lift into a grin. “Does everyone address you by your full name?”

He waits a beat before answering, taking another sip of his beer then licking his lips clean.

“First of all darlin’” he croons, “I don’t’ share.”

He let’s his words settle in the small space between you, ignited and ready to explode.

“And second, you only have to scream out Joel. If you can get my whole name out, I’m not doing my job.”

Your thighs press together and you look down at your drink, chugging the rest of it before you answer.

“Fuck me,” you breathe out.

“That’s the plan. “If you’ll let me,” he shoots back. “And that mouth of yours too. Been wanting to shut you up with my cock since the moment you walked into my shop.”

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip and your lashes lower, the thoughts running through your brain only making your skin burn hotter. Your mouth is full of choice words for his bold admission but you want him to do it. All of it. And as if sensing your inner thoughts, he stands slowly and drains what little is left of his beer, stepping into your space as he waits.

You move with him, tucking yourself into his side as he pulls you out of the bar.

He leads you toward his truck, backing you up, two small steps of give, before your spine meets the cold metal and his mouth covers yours.

There’s nothing soft about his kiss. It’s demanding and devouring and when he nibbles your lip, you gasp and leave his mouth to bite the skin of his neck, pulling at the collar of his shirt to expose more of it.

He hisses out your name, holding you in place while you suck gently to soothe the sharp nip. His hands mold over your body, learning every curve as he captures your mouth again.

Your hands slide around his neck, your fingers curling into his hair at the nape before you drag them through his soft locks.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I’m gonna come in my damn jeans right here if you don’t stop.”

You don’t stop, your hips grinding into his and your fingers scorching over his skin. He growls low and pulls away just enough to open the driver’s side door.

“Get in.”

He helps you up and you scoot into the passenger side, barely clicking your seatbelt before the engine roars to life.

When he pulls up to the garage you’ve barely unbuckled your seatbelt before he’s at your door pulling you out.

“I live upstairs,” he says as he tugs you to the side door. He opens it and you start up the flight of steps.

You don’t get very far before his hands are on you, his fingers digging into the back of your bare thighs and teasing along the soft skin at the edge of your dress, dipping underneath when you push your ass toward him.

He presses a soft kiss to the skin just above the back of your knee, teasing you with every whisper of his lips.

“More,” you demand. “I want your fingers.”

You can hear his chuckle as he keeps tracing along the hem, getting closer and closer to your panties. He shoves the dress over your hips and you spread your legs wider, an invitation, one he accepts by grazing his thumb along the soft skin peeking out.

The material is wet and sticking to you. “Fuck, that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Before you can comment on his curses and how he’s going to outdo your dirty mouth, he moves your panties to the side and buries his face between your legs.

You whine his name as he wraps his arm around your thighs, holding you against his mouth, the beard lining his jaw scraping your skin in the most delicious way. Your moans get louder the closer you get to coming but he takes his mouth away before you can scream his name and turns you in his arms, sitting you on the step and spreading your legs.

“I need to see you,” he murmurs, easing one thick finger inside you.

You sigh like it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt and you can see his jaw clench hard. He adds another finger, pumping them in and out while you meet him with every thrust of your hips. And when he brushes his thumb over your clit, you come, crying out his name just like he said you would.

He continues to slowly fuck you with his fingers, dragging out your pleasure until your breathing steadies. He leans forward and licks lazily over your clit to taste your sweetness, his fingers still buried inside you.

You make happy noises of praise and melt against the stairs.

When he pulls his fingers free he pushes them into his mouth and licks them clean, humming at the taste.

“You’re fucking delicious darlin’.”

He helps you to stand and then up the rest of the stairs, his mouth on as soon as he has the door open. You barely get a look at his place as you kiss your way down the hall to his bedroom, your knees hitting the back of the bed as you fall onto it.

You watch as he drops his hand to his jeans and makes quick work of the button, shoving the material down along with his underwear to free his cock. He pumps his hand up and down his thick length and your mouth waters.

“I want that,” you purr as your legs fall open.

“Goddamn, I’m going to fuck you so good,” he growls out in answer.

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love-islike-abomb · 1 month

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Girls, girls, girls

Roman reigns x Alexis (OC)

I've been working in this day by day, adding a paragraph or 2 each day. Writers block sucks! The worm moon has thrown me all off!!

Warnings: smut, bratting, errors I may have missed

Word count: 956

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The night lights of Las Vegas were always drawing people. If the casino walls could talk they would tell stories of crazy nights of parties, sex, drugs, and rock n roll. The secrets they held are what make the saying "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!"

The aura of the desert was mystical and often times provided a place darkness to ensue. The desert was home to more bodies then anywhere else in the country. From people simply getting lost and perishing from lack of water to the more sinister Mafia murders. The desert was unforgiving, merciless, and told no tales.

Bodies disappeared in the sand, never to be seen again. Yet this was the place I called home. I had come in some hard times and ended up as a stripper. I was use to drunk men trying to cop a feel. The other girls didn't really seem to acknowledge the danger of the situation. The security guards tried but there was always one or two they missed.

Several of the guys that came in wanted lap dances but only one caught my attention. I was lucky enough to have a boss who understood that if I didn't feel comfortable with someone or didn't like the vibe they gave off, she didn't force me to entertain them "I see who you've been eyeing Alexis and might I say damn girl you've got taste!" My coworker Alicia said "if you're lucky enough he'll take you home!" She winked at me.

"and what makes you so sure it's him I've been eyeing?" I asked crossing my arms.

"I've watched you take glimpses of him every so often and get that bright smile that only you yet when you think a guy is hot!" She smirked

Touchè!

"and he's been undressing you with his eyes every Time you turn back around to wipe off the tables!" She smiled "I'll take care of the other one!"

Alicia went to the other man and I heard them talking. I hadn't told Alicia or really anyone that I had been dating someone. It was to keep a low profile since he was a celebrity. I didn't tell her i knew who he was and he knew who I was. I was surprised she didn't recognize him.

I walked in the room "hey handsome how-" I stopped when I saw the room was empty. I looked around before I felt a hand go over my mouth "hey baby girl!" He whispered.

He moved his hand away "I should've known you'd be up to something!" I giggled.

"you look sexy in that outfit! You'd look even sexier with it on the floor and my face between your thighs" he growled in my ear. Thinking in the moment I rubbed my ass against him earning a low groan "baby girl... Don't tease! I don't want to have to punish you!"

"but what if I want punished?" I said with an innocent smile.

He put his hand on my throat "I'll fuck you right here and make you scream!" He growled.

"please daddy?" I pouted.

"lock the door" he said. I bit my lip, I always loved it when the exhibitionist in him showed itself. Honestly I didn't care if we did get caught and even if we did, we're in a strip club and a private room. What are they really gonna be able to do?

"sit" I said, a smirk forming on my face.

"oh you're giving orders now huh?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

"why not?" I smiled, leaning towards his ear "you might enjoy it!"

A smirk formed on his face "I'll let you have your fun for now"

"Alexa! Play girls girls girls by motley Crue!" I smiled. As the opening riff played he stood up, lifting me up with him. I smiled, earning a deep chuckle from him "you really thought I was gonna let you order me around?" He said with a low growl "you're mine!"

I bit my lip before I felt the cold wall against my back "how long has it been since i've made you feel good baby girl? How long has it been since I've felt that hot pussy on my cock?" He growled, kissing down my neck. He grabbed my panties and tore them off before dropping his sweatpants, sliding himself inside me, both of us letting out groans of pleasure "uhn, so wet, so tight! You've been a good girl while I've been gone!" He growled "are you my good girl?"

"yes daddy!" I groaned.

"fuck I love it when you call me that!" He growled, his thrusts picking up speed. It took everything I had not to scream "let it go baby! I can feel you're getting close! The way that pussy is gripping my cock you're gonna drain me dry! Milk my cock baby girl!" He growled.

Fuck! The deep growls he was letting out made a shiver run down my spine. I felt my body release and dug my nails into his back "uhn! That's my good girl! Fuck!" His growls sounded like he was enjoying the pain. "Uhn fuck baby girl! I'm gonna fill that pussy up!" He growled.

His thrusts got sloppy and I felt him and twitch inside me. A few last sloppy thrusts and he stilled, both of us trying to catch our breath "I love you!" I smiled.

"I love you to baby girl!" He smiled back, slowly pulling out of me, setting my feet on the ground. He pulled his sweatpants back up "I wanna ask you something" he said "do you wanna travel with me on the road?"

I smiled from ear to ear "do you really even need to ask?"

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sweet-villain · 10 months

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Just A Lie~ E.M

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Anonymous asked:

I have a request

you and eddie have been dating for a few years. You tell him how you're ready to take the next step with him (having a bby) . But he tells you he doesn't see himself as a parent , that upsets you and gets into a big argument . You guys brake up. You move away. You come back to Hawkins years later and run into eddie at the store, but he's not alone. He's with a girl and a baby .

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Angst

He never imagined himself being a father, it scared him to bits. He didn’t want to be a father knowing what he’s been through with his own dad.

He didn’t want to be a big disappointment to his own child. It was tough when you spoke about how one day you dreamed to be a mother.

You couldn’t wait to have little once of your own. Every time it reached Eddie’s ears, he would grimace and look away not wanting you to see the look on his face.

His heart sank about knowing he wouldn’t able to give you your wish. He brushed it off every time you brought it up to him.

You hadn’t taken much notice of how it was affecting him and let alone watching the expression on his face turn into sour. His shoulders would stiff up and he’d close his eyes, but he’d nod along letting you know he’s listening to you.

You’d talk about how cute the clothes would be on your little one. You listed the names to Eddie that you had hoped he liked.

You had told him cute the chubby cheeks on a baby looked like and how good they would smell.

Eddie nodded along thinking if he kept brushing you away like this then you’d forget all about it and focus on the relationship with him.

You met Eddie in one of your classes peeking interest after seeing him in the cafeteria, standing on the table causing a ruckus and causing the attention of Jason Carver, whom you absolutely hated with all your heart.

His dramatics made you giggle that caught his attention. He bowed after his speech and locked eyes with sending you a wink. It was only one look that all it took to hook you to him.

He’d carry your books to class.

He’d compliment how good you smell. He’d invite you for a driver and share his weed with you.

He’d offer you his jacket when your cold and shifting closer that you knee’s touched his. You’d come over for movies nights, meeting Wayne at one point on his way to work.

But it all seems to change when your relationship was becoming stiff with Eddie whenever you mentioned of becoming a mother. It was when you first noticed the stiff expression on his face when the two of you went grocery shopping together to make dinner later tonight.

A little girl looks to be lost holding a doll in her arms, shouting for her mother and her lower lip is quivering with her eyes holding back tears as she looks around.

Eddie had taken something down from one of the shelves when he noticed you weren’t even paying attention to what item he was taking. You were too busy staring the little girl feeling your heart break.

“ I’ll be right back” you tell Eddie not even casting him a look not seeing his face drop and the roll of the eyes with a sigh.

You made your way to the little girl as she stood in the middle looking around, “ Mommy!” She shouted.

“ Are you lost?” She hears the sound of your voice and turns around to face you. With a small nod, little quiver of her bottom lip jutting out, she sniffles.

“ I am” she says. She backs away looking up at you knowing her mother told her not to talk to strangers.

“ My name is Y/N, what is yours?” You ask, voice sounding as kind as ever. Her eyes widen at your name, “ My name is Rose, but my friends and my mommy call me Petal.”

“ Would you like some help looking for your mommy?” She hugs her doll to her chest tights and look unsure for a moment. “ My mommy said not to talk to strangers” she says.

“ We’re not strangers anymore, Rose. You know my name�� she nods still looking skeptical.

You point towards where Eddie stood looking uncomfortable as he waits for you.

“ You see that guy over there?” She nods when she looks over to him.

“ That’s my boyfriend, his name is Eddie. He can help too if you like” she eyes him up and down. “ He has long hair, he’s funny” she says, giggling.

You chuckle, “ His hair is really pretty just like yours” you take notice of her hair in little pig tails. “ It’s a little curly just like his.”

“ His is messy” she scrunches up her nose with another giggle escaping hers.

You giggle with her and this causes Eddie to grip the shopping cart in his hands tighter and he turns to walk away leaving you with the little girl.

Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion on why he was walking away.

“ He’s leaving” Rose says to you holding her doll by her hand now. You nod.

“ Maybe he needs the bathroom” you shrug but know something is off. “ Lets look for your mommy.”

As Rose and you set to find her mother, Eddie doesn’t even glance back at you to see if you have even noticed he walked away and instead he stood at the cashier line wanting to go home.

It wasn’t until you made your way over to him after finding Rose’s mother who was looking for her, that you noticed Eddie looking like he was upset about something.

“ Hey, are you okay?” You asked, putting your hand on his arm. Eddie pulled it away from your hold mumbling he was fine.

His hair shielding the side of his face, and you couldn’t see the sour look on his face.

He was dreading going to the store with you anyways. He knew the kind of thing was going to happen.

“Eddie” you called out to him wanting him to look at you and talk to you. But it was no use as he moved up the cashier line setting down the items you two needed for dinner later that night.

The ride back to the trailer was silent as Eddie drove.

He pressed on the gas a little too much sending you up a bit that you almost came nose to nose with the dashboard.

“ Eddie!” You shouted, a little scared. “ I could of gotten hurt” you adjusted your seat belt throwing him a glare his way.

But it didn’t faze him as he kept jerking the car with gritted teeth. You had no idea what has gotten into him today. This wasn’t like him at all.

“ I don’t know what’s wrong with you today but you need to get your head out of your ass” you tell him when you arrived at the trailer, getting some bags of food that you bought with him not even seeing the death glare he sent your way.

If looks could kill, it would be it the look that Eddie had sent you.

He wasn’t about to get into a fight with you. He hated yelling. But he felt his blood boiling and breathed deeply through his nose as he gotten out of the van making sure to slam the door.

It caused you to drop one of the bags onto the ground which you mutter some curse words at reaching over to pick it up too only have Eddie beat you to it.

“ What is wrong with you?” You continue to ask him, but he was already walking away from you with the bag in his hand and two others in his other hand. He wasn’t about to say something he would regret and then end up losing you.

You slammed the door of the trailer with your foot letting Eddie know that you were upset with him and he wasn’t about act like a child around you with his own anger.

If he was going to act like this then you could too. Two can play that game if he wants to play.

Eddie shrugged off his jacket off throwing it on the couch after he set the bags on the table.

There is tension in the roof that could be cut with a knife if anyone tried.

The rustling of bags is all Eddie as heard and then clutter of pans as you got ready to make dinner without his help. He sat on his couch flipping through his D&D manual to get his anger off that you were sure you could feel it.

The same words and images were scanned over by Eddies’s eyes not twice, not three times but a total of four times and in the corner of his eyes he sees your happily cooking and even tasting the dinner yourself to make sure it was good.

You didn’t give him a taste test like you usually would and he threw the manual on the couch and stood up making his way into the bedroom.

When dinner was ready, you didn’t even call him to let him know that you made a plate for him and set it down. You didn’t wait for his footsteps across the room to cross from his bedroom to the kitchen.

You left extra for Wayne when he would come home to have some home cooked meal to have. It’s been a long time since he had one and you always look after him like he was your own family.

You blew on a spoonful of food when you heard the sound of your boyfriend footsteps making their way down the hall into the kitchen. Eddie stood there with his arms across his chest as he glared seeing you hadn’t called him for dinner.

“ Thank you for calling me that dinner was made” he says sliding into the seat across from you with his own bowl. You were half way done when he sat down not glancing up at him.

He was being rude to you and an asshole so why should you give him attention.

He sighed looking out the window seeing you weren’t going to say something to him.

“ I’m sorry” he says. Your eyes turned to glance over to him, waiting for him to continue and listen to what he had to say. “ I didn’t mean to be an asshole in the store or when we came home” He adds.

“ What made you so upset?” The look on your face when he turned his head, made his heart racing knowing he has to lie to you instead of telling you the truth.

He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings at all, he loves you very much and the thought of breaking your own heart, he couldn’t bare it.

“ Because you didn’t get me my favorite crackers” he frown making it look believable with his brown doe eyes holding sadness.

This was a total lie because he stopped eating them a few months ago.

“ Oh” you mumbled with your eyebrow raised. “ I’m sorry Eds, I didn’t know you liked them anymore. We can go back tomorrow and get them. I’m sorry for not thinking of you”

Eddie wanted to rip his own hair out that he was lying to you and to your face for that matter.

He sees the sincere look on you face that you are really sorry.

“ It’s okay, sweetheart” he shrugs. “ Crackers or not, at least I have you” his foot underneath the table began to play with yours as you giggled.

“ You’re such a softie” you mumbled reaching over the table for his hand which he took and brought it to his lips.

“ Eds! You’ll get hair in your food” your other hand reached out to move his plate but he ignored it as he kissed each finger tip.

Your heart melted.

If only you knew he was lying to your face, then you’d probably rip his own hair out for him.

The next time you saw the sour look on his face when little kids were around was at Family. Video where a family came in looking for something for their two kids to watch.

Eddie rose his hands up that his hands wouldn’t touch into the bumping children that brushed past him a couple of minutes ago.

Steve and Robin looked at one another too, throwing you a look like did you see what we saw.

You defiantly did see what you saw. Eddie had a deep frown on his face when a little boy approached him.

“ Mister” the little boy tugged on the bottom part of his vest. Eddie glanced down after holding a copy of Nightmare on Elm Street in one hand and the other he had the Breakfast Club in the other one.

His eyebrow pinched together and his nose scrunched up in annoyance at what the boy had wanted. He had no time for little kids right now.

“ Do you think this is scary?” The little boy held out to him a movie title that Eddie didn’t really know about and his head shot up glancing around asking for help from either you, Steve or Robin. But all three were occupied with something.

“ Sorry kid, go find your mom and dad. I need to go check these out” The little boys lip stuck out with a pleading look on his face.

“ Please, Mister. I could use your help” Eddie stepped back as he chuckled with annoyance added to it. “ Look kid, I don’t work here” he says. “ Buzz off” he adds which you happen to hear as you make your way over to him.

“ Eddie, be nice to the little one. Hi there” you greet the little boy as he waves at you with a toothless smile. He was adorable.

“ What did you need?”

The little boy looked over to Eddie and waved the movie around, “ What mister thought of this.” He says.

Eddie gritted his teeth and wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose. He wanted to rush out of the store and yell out how annoyed he was. But held his tongue in as he glared down at the kid.

“ Listen here kid, I don’t work here. He does. She does” he points towards where Steve and Robin stood watching the interaction between Eddie and the little boy.

“He wants your opinion Eds. It’s adorable” you gushed putting your hands to your heart.

Eddie rolls his eyes, and sighs.

“ It’s alright kid, not my choice of movie” he answers him.

“ Thank you, Mister!” The little boy says as he run off towards his family who were waiting for him by the door with opened arms.

“ That was really cute” you mumble out, “ one day you’d make a good dad” the words slip out your mouth and reach Eddie’s ears. He throws you a glare on why you said what you said just now seeing you heard the annoyance in his voice.

“ Let’s go” he says dropping the movies back on the shelves as his mood was ruined and there was no way he was watching them later on. You were confused on what just happened.

“ Why aren’t we taking anything out? I thought we were going to have a movie night?” You followed him to the door.

You looked towards Steve and Robin asking what just happened. Both of them look as lost as you are watching you two walk out the door.

“ Eddie” you called out to him trying to get his attention when all he’s doing is walking away from you and not giving you any reason why he’s acting the way he’s acting.

You feel like you didn’t do anything wrong.

His hand was on the handle of the door of the van when his eyes snapped towards you. His brown eyes are no longer that color, they are darker and his look is colder. It’s not friendly.

“ Eddie?” The soft tone causes his face to soften and he closes his eyes, sighing. He wasn’t sure how much longer this was going to take.

He’s struggling with this and he knows it’s not going to lead to anywhere anymore. No matter how much time he has to lie to you and to your face for that matter. It’s too hurtful and he needs to stop.

“ Get in the van and we’ll talk”

Now if someone says “ we’ll talk” or anything related to that, it doesn’t sound too good.

You felt it in your gut that this was leading somewhere that you knew it wasn’t good.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and got into the passenger side while he got into the driver side, closing the door.

He hasn’t started to the car but sits there quietly trying to form words in his brain that seem to make sense to let you know how he feels.

“ Please talk to me, Eddie. I’m right here and whatever is bothering you, we can get through it” your hand reached out from his lap to take into yours but he pulls it away before you can lace your fingers with his.

He doesn’t want to hurt you. But it’s that time that you need to know the truth even if it’s going to hurt you.

“ That’s the thing, we can’t get through this. Not this” he says, turning his head that you can see his face.

His eyes hold sadness in them, sadness he doesn’t want.

“ What are you talking about?” Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion, feeling your heart race at the thought he was thinking about.

“ I know you really want to be a mother one day” you nod letting him know to continue to wherever this was going. “ Eddie, what are you trying to say?” He sighs in annoyance, and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“ I am getting to that, wait for me to finish! Jeez” he yells making you jump in your seat and eyes going wide. Not once has he yelled at you and now he was yelling at you, and it wasn’t a pretty sight.

“ G-Go o-on” you nodded, placing your hands in your lap and playing with the ring on your finger.

“ I don’t want the same thing” your mouth turns into a frown and you tilt your head process the words he said.

“ You don’t want to have kids?” He shook his head. “ Why not? Don’t you want a little mini you to teach guitar one day? To teach them D&D? To play with them and come home to a family?”

“ No” he said it so fast that your heart broke into two.

“ Have you always thought this way?”

“ Yes” he says.

“ But what about us then? You know I want to have kids one day and get married”

“ I can’t take it anymore, I don’t like kids. Every time we encounter one you seem to push me into that direction to notice how much you want them. When you don’t even notice the look on my face! You’re always pushing me towards it and I don’t want it!” He shouts. “ There is always a kid whenever we go there and you always have to butt into it and talk to them and then push me into it!” He throws his hands.

“ Eddie..I..” his eyes harden as he breathes through his nose.

“ I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way” he nods with a chuckle.

“ You don’t talk to me about it anymore, it’s like our relationship isn’t there as it used be. You don’t count in what I want and what I want right now isn’t you”

You gasped, tears forming in your eyes as you shake your head.

“ You don’t mean that, Eddie”

He throws you a thin line smile, with his eyes soften as he reaches his hand to take yours in his. The other places it on top as he looks into your eyes as he says the next words that break both your hearts.

“ I want to break up” tears are running down your cheeks.

“ Please Eddie” you begged with pleading out, reaching over to grab a fistful of his vest and bringing him closer.

But he held onto your wrist letting you grab him for the last time as he stared watching you with his own eyes glossing over.

“ I love you, sweetheart. I do. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you but this is for the best. I can’t give you what you want and one day you’ll be a great mother to someone else’s kid”

“ I don’t want to be a mother to someone else’s kid. I want to be the mother of your child. Please…”

He shakes his head.

“ I’ll drive you home, buckle up” he says kissing your knuckles on last time as he moves away but helps you buckle yourself in the seat.

Your hands reach out to cup his face with both hands, pressing your lips against his.

He can taste the saltiness from your tears as his own mixes in.

He kisses you back before he pulls away to sit in the driver seat, he doesn’t wipe away his own tears and lets them be shown that he’s hurting as much as you that this is happening.

On the way to your house, he hold your hands in his tight for the last time and he takes longer routes too to make the moment last a little longer between the two of you.

“ Eddie I love you” you tell him when he parks the van in front of your house.

“ I know, sweetheart. I love you too” he says. Your eyes meet his for the last time but you can’t seem to get out of his van wanting to stay with him here.

“ Please..” You beg him.

“ I can’t, pretty girl. This is for the best” he helps you unbuckle your seat belt and watches as your hand reaches over the handle so slowly thinking he would change his mind, crying his heart out for you to come back to him.

But he doesn’t as he faces the front of the van looking over the street and hears the sound of the van shut knowing you were leaving.

He closes his eyes feeling fresh tears running down his cheeks and grips the steering wheel letting his head drop as his shoulder shake.

You slowly make your way to the front door thinking he was going to chase after you but he doesn’t.

He still sitting in his van and when you reach for the front door, unlocking it seeing if he would come. He doesn’t. He’s still sitting in the van crying his eyes out.

He doesn’t chase after you like he hoped and when you close the front door of your house, you closed the chapter in your life that you thought would continue with Eddie.

Your story with Eddie is over and since that day, you had hoped he’d come back for you.

Years go by and you and Eddie remain having little as contact only hearing about it from Steve or Robin on that he was doing good. But the both of them held out something important.

They have been hiding the fact that Eddie was moving on after months and months after the break up.

He met someone and was happy with it. Yet, you didn’t find anyone hoping that Eddie walks through the doors with open arms that he wants you back and he’s ready to have a family with you.

But it doesn’t happen as time passes.

Your more shocked when you finally see him after years after the break up between the two of you.

His hair is a bit longer, his arms are filled with tattoos, he has a beard but those eyes of his eyes are the same. He’s been here all along and maybe he was waiting for you to say something.

When you opened your mouth to say something out to him and Steve halts in his steps realizing what you were about to see. Robin puts a hand over Steve’s chest telling him it’s best if you found out on your own.

Your ears pick up on a giggle that you didn’t know where it came from until the little boy raced towards Eddie as he picked him up in his arms. Your mouth drops open and eyes blinking not thinking this is really what you were seeing.

Eddie was a dad to a little boy or was he?

“ Daddy!” The little boy shouts hugging him around his neck while Eddie laughs, hugging the boy back. “ My little man” Eddie says.

“ He wouldn’t stop talking about you all morning” a female voice catches your attention as she comes over to them. Eddie leans over to place a kiss on her lips, shocking you even more.

Tears began to form in your eyes realizing that he had moved on and had a family.

He lied to you saying he didn’t want to be dad when here he was, being a dad to someone else’s child.

Your heart cracked into two as your gripped tightened on the movie you were about to take out.

You wiped away tears heading past them and making your way to Steve who grabs the film once you placed it on the counter. He sends you an apologetic look.

“ $3.45” Steve says. Eddie turns his head for the first time seeing the back of your head and his eyebrows pinch together and his nose hits a familiar scent.

His eyes grow wide once he notices that it’s you in front of him.

He swallow the lump in his throat as he holds his son in his arms.

You slide the money to Steve not saying a word to him. You hear a clearing of a throat feeling your jaws clench tight knowing it was him trying to get your attention. You didn’t want it.

He lied to you and broke your heart in one.

“ What’s up?” Robin asks him instead thinking he was talking to her when his eyes were on you.

“ You know her, Daddy?” The little boy asks him.

“ I do” the sound of his voice still sends chills down your spine like it used to.

But you take the film in your hands and turn around telling the boy you don’t know his dad and hits Eddie in the heart when you do. Your eyes lock with his and he understands there is anger in them, and hurt.

It’s all his fault and he knows it.

When you walk out of the store, Eddie puts down his son and follows you out the door trying to catch up to you.

“ Hey” he catches your arm in his, turning you around to face him in hopes you’d talk to him.

“ What?” You hissed. He steps back putting his hands up.

“ I just wanted to say I’m sorry for what you had to see” he says pointing behind him talking about his wife and his son in there.

“ It’s nothing” you shrugged. “ Didn’t think you were such a lier, Edward” he winces when you use his full name.

“ Look things change you know, and people change too”

“ He’s cute” you tell him. “ Happy for you, Munson. Way to go”

He hums as he locks eyes with you.

“ You know I never stopped loving you”

“ Such bullshit, I don’t believe anything you tell me anymore. Thank you for lying to me and making me feel like a fool all those years ago”

“ I didn’t lie to you” he says.

“ It’s okay Eddie, I’ll be happy to move on now knowing what kind of man I thought I used to love. I needed this” you pat his chest.

“ Hope she makes you happier than I ever did” he catches your hand in his.

“ No one is like you, she doesn’t make me happy”

“ Not my problem, Munson. Have a nice life” you brush past him walking away, leaving him to feeling guilty that all those years ago he would of changed the way things went down between the two of you with time.

Now he’s going to live with the fact that your not in his life like he always wanted.

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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) Part 10

A/N: You guys i’m screaming I have so many ideas for this it’s not even funny💁🏻‍♀️

Synopsis: Jeremiah questions Yn about Conrad at the deb rehearsal. A kiss and run happens.

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Summer, Age 14

My feet tapped along the ground, but it wasn’t working. I couldn’t pick up this dumb dance me and Belly had tried to learn. Belly had given up, but I was determined.

“Steven, can you help me learn this?” I beg.

“In your wildest dreams.” He says laughing with Jeremiah.

“Yn your horrible at dancing.” Jeremiah says playfully.

Conrad just smiles and stands up, walking over to me.

“I’ll help you.” I smiled. That was what I loved about him. We weren’t best friends in a way that we’re always annoyed, we were always talking. He was always doing things for me, sometimes things best-friends don’t do.

“Here, follow me.” He begins to teach me and my heart is spinning. He was so good at the movements, which wasn’t surprising. Conrad was good at everything.

I accidentally tripped on him but he caught me by my waist before anything could happen.

“I’m sorry, i’m so bad at this.” I say through a laugh.

“No it’s okay, your not bad at all.”

We kept going, and that was the first time I felt it.

Love.

—

Present:

Here me and Belly were, standing in the middle of the room with no partner. I guess we would have to go with each other or something.

Josh hasn’t answered me at all. I don’t know if he was freaked out by my performance yesterday on the fourth, and I wouldn’t blame him.

I pulled my phone out and looked over at the Conrad messages. I smiled slightly, thinking about what to say.

yn: morning 🥳

I sighed and put my phone away only to see Jeremiah in front of me, smirking. Belly was now dancing with Nicole.

“uh- what are you doing here?” I say harsher than I expected to.

“Looks like you need a partner.”

He was right.

“Whatever.” I smile and he takes me hand in hand and we start to dance.

It was silent for a few seconds before he began to speak, “What’s going on with you and Conrad?”

Of course. He didn’t actually want to dance, it had just been to ask me about Conrad. This has happened so many times before it’s starting to piss me off. I knew he liked Belly, but he also had this complex about Conrad and being better than him.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t do that yn. You two used to be best friends, what the hell happened last summer?” I gulped.

“Nothing, we grew—”

“You seriously expect me to believe that? You two were all over each other and now your just not? This makes no sense yn.” He then stops dancing and cups my face in his hands.

“Tell me. Please.”

I wanted to tell someone so bad, the only person who knew was Frankie. But that wasn’t enough, not anymore. I couldn’t tell Jeremiah, though, that would just fuck everything up.

“Jere—”

“I’ll get it out of you.” He says with a smirk, letting go.

“Hey Alexa, play so pretty.” Jeremiah says and I immediately put my head in my hands. Everyone starts dancing and I even saw Belly and Jeremiah dancing too close for comfort. It was cute though.

“Jeremiah!” Paige yells and we all stop laughing.

“Paige.” Jeremiah winks.

“Shouldn’t you be cleaning the pool.”

He clicks his lips together, “Ah yes, there was a code brown, lost the keys to the chemical room.”

There were silent chuckles as Paige hands Jeremiah an extra key. Jeremiah looks back at me and Belly smiling.

“Later Bells, and yn.”

When I looked forward, he was there. Conrad, eyeing the whole interaction down. I couldn’t pin point the look, but it was definitely something.

He smiled at me which made my heart flutter. I wave at him only to realize Belly and Nicole are in front of me.

That’s fucking embarrassing.

He looks at me and gives me a guilty look, and I just shake my head. Why would he wanna talk to me after what I did yesterday?

My phone dings, and I look down to see a text from Conrad.

Conrad: see u at the house?

Cant really breathe right now. A laugh must’ve escaped my lips because Belly was looking straight at me. “What’s so funny?”

I shake my head and pull my phone away, “uh, nothing.”

She smiles and then goes back to dancing with Nicole, and now I realize with Jeremiah gone, I have no one to dance with. Damn Jeremiah.

I pull out my phone once again and shoot him a text. An angry one.

yn: don’t have a partner thanks to you 🤞🏻

Within seconds, he’s responding.

Jeremiah: duty calls 🤗

Luckily, the thing ended minutes later.

—

I walked home alone after the deb tea. On the way home, I thought about texting Josh. I knew I would need someone for the deb ball, and even though it’s wrong I should ask him.

hey, sorry if I was a little too drunk last night lmao

I waited for his response and like clockwork, I got it.

Josh: no ur good, just kinda think things got awkward you know?

wym?

Josh: I dunno, I really like you and all but I feel like it’s better if we’re friends at this point, makes things less complicated especially with.. yk?

I didn’t even wanna think about who he was implying. I already knew.

Who would I take to the deb ball? What was I supposed to do? I would lie and say I was sad, but apart of me felt relieved.

oh yeah, no that makes sense. sorry.

Josh: ur good, still see you around?

I didn’t reply because I really didn’t know what to say. It felt good to get that out of the way because too much drama was happening lately.

There was only one person I knew I could talk to about this, so I called them.

why are you calling me when you should be macking a hot boy! frankie says through the phone.

that’s kinda complicated, now

Silence rang through the phone until she spoke again, what did you do, and does it involve the eldest fisher?

nothing happened, exactly.

Liar! Did you guys kiss?

no, frankie! we just, well I got drunk on pomegranate margaritas and then interrupted him during a shower and he asked me if I remembered that night and I said I do and then ran out—

WHAT?! SHOWER?!

I cringe, thinking about how that’s the only thing she took away from my rant. Relax, it was the outdoor one and he had shorts on. He looked good though.

good thing i’m coming in a couple of days so I can fix this. You obviously can’t stay away from him on your own.

frankie—

I gotta go! See you soon bitch!

And then I was alone again. I confined my walk home in solemn, thinking about all my dumb life choices.

—

I never really saw Conrad as the jealous type, especially when it came to Jeremiah. He was flirty with Belly and me at times, and of course it made me red in the face. In my bones, I knew my heart belonged to Conrad. But when Jeremiah Fisher flirts with how can you not go red?

It was one hot summer, when we were all by the pool. Me and Belly had our feet dipped in and Jeremiah and Steven were about to get in. Conrad was still contemplating.

Belly got her goggles on and jumped in, but I was always more hesitant. Susannah would always tell me how every action I made was delicate. She said it was cute.

I was about to get in when Jeremiah grabbed me and threw me in head first. I was 14, and I knew how to swim but it was still a shock. When I resurfaced, Jeremiah was laughing his ass off next to Steven and all I could do was stick my tongue out.

Eventually Jeremiah and Steven got in, but Conrad stood on the side, now his ankles dipped in. I swam over to him and went in between his legs, “Don’t be like that, get in.”

He smiled and once he took off his shirt, jumped in the water, when he got in, he pulled me down with him under. I felt his hand tug at my waist but it was gone once he resurfaced. I splashed water in his face, “Stop that.”

It wasn’t typical. Our relationship. Friendship. Most best friends feel so comfortable around each other. Not me though. I never felt like I could do anything, but at the same time I could. It was such a complex but I still loved it.

Before Conrad could speak I was submerged underneath the water by Jeremiah, who was holding me down. I pushed and pulled and water clogged my nose. He was annoying like that. Jeremiah never got the hint.

Once i came up water came out of my lungs but Jeremiah just laughed. Laughed, laughed. and laughed.

Conrad came closer to me and then flared at Jeremiah, “What the fuck Jeremiah?”

Jeremiah raised his hands, “Relax, I did the same thing to Belly.” I looked over at Belly who looked just as annoyed as I was but even though she said she loved Conrad, I think she loved Jeremiah too.

Conrad acted concerned that day, but I knew what he really was: jealous. He wanted to push me under the water.

But I knew I wasn’t like Belly, I didn’t love them both. Maybe I laughed at Jeremiah’s jokes but I stared deeply into Conrad’s eyes and a fire plunged my soul.

I always thought it would stay that way. Me for Conrad, Jeremiah for Belly. That was how it was in my head, but it wasn’t like that when I open my eyes. Belly was in love with Conrad. I knew the day would come when she would resent me for being this close to Conrad.

I had done everything for Belly, picked her up from places she shouldn’t be, lied to Laurel and take the fall, lended her a shoulder to cry on.

Now it was her turn to do something for me. Let me love Conrad. I wanted that, I did. I’ve never asked anything from Belly, I didn’t need to. I didn’t have the right. They took me in when my parents died, isn’t that enough? Don’t I owe them?

It just happens the one time I did want something, It was the thing she always wanted too. Him.

—

I changed into cutoffs and a cousins shirt when I got back to the house. When I got home Susannah and Laurel and told me Belly had left to go on a date with cam and I just smiled. They snickered like school girls when I walked away but I didn’t miss the edible that went into their mouths. They were fucked.

I didn’t have work today, and even If I did it would have been boring. Sarah was out of town today, and we had been keeping steady contact. She was nice, a nice break from Frankie. I love Frankie, but sometimes we all need a break.

I decided anyways, to go to the Marina. I was bored, and lonely a lot of this summer. That was partly my fault, though. Maybe dean would have something for me to do.

Once I go there, I ended up walking aimlessly down the dock. Watching people boat. I had gotten better over the days and weeks of practicing, but I still wasn’t that good.

As I was walking, I saw him. Conrad helping Cleveland with something on the boat. He looked angry. He was peeling at the wood and I knew something was wrong. I overheard Cleveland say he’ll give him a minute to relax because God knows he needed it.

Cleveland saw me and smiled, walking down the dock to the shop. I looked up at Conrad but something was wrong. He was breathing really hard.

I had this gut feeling. Conrad, the protector always keeping things in. Never wanting people to see him sweat. In that moment, nothing else mattered. He looked so scared, so vulnerable.

When I was 13 we went to the boardwalk and Belly took a picture with Susannah and Laurel in these cardboard things you put your face in. There was only 3 spots.

I looked down, feeling a tear drop. Then, someone was wiping it. Conrad. He cupped my cheeks and forced me to look at him, “Hey, let’s go play a game? I’ll get you something.”

I nodded and the rest of the time he played games with me and bought me everything. He brightened my world. I knew I would love him forever.

I rushed up to the boat, climbing the steps. Conrad was sucking in his breaths and my heart aches for him. Everything he was.

I rushed next to him and wrapped my arms around his face, “Conrad, conrad…”

He was lost. It was like he didn’t even know I was there. His head, body, mind, not here. In a different place.

“Conrad, please.” I rubbed his face and he looked me dead in the eyes.

“yn.. go aw—”

“No. I’m not leaving.” I said while shaking my head. Eventually he gives in and his head his against my shoulder and he’s sobbing.

“Conrad, what’s going on?” I say while stroking his hair.

He doesn’t respond and I don’t push him. Instead he leans straight up and then looks me in the eyes.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” I put my hands around his neck and force him to look at me.

His eyes linger to my lips, and I knew it was wrong. Wrong of me to use this moment. But I didn’t initiate it, he did.

His lips pressed onto mine and then his hands were around my waist. It was wrong, but it felt right. Boy it did.

Then Belly was in my thoughts. The look on her face if she saw us. What Jeremiah would think, it was too much. I pushed him back and he stumbled a little.

“I have to go.” I say, climbing down the steps and not looking back. On the way to the house, I sobbed. Sobbed for myself, sobbed for Conrad and Belly, and sobbed for everything.

—

I didn’t come down for dinner that night. I sobbed in my room thinking about everything that was wrong. I contemplated calling Frankie, but I didn’t.

Hours later I came downstairs, it was 1am. This summer it was a new habit of mine to go downstairs this late. it was refreshing. I searched the cabinets for Susannah’s hidden Vodka and it wasn’t so hidden because I found it.

I drank about a quarter of it which wasn’t exactly normal for me to do but I did it anyways. It wasn’t until a voice lingered that I put the bottle down.

“Thirsty?” Conrad says hesitantly.

I don’t answer him and instead I hop onto the counter top. Conrad walks over to me and his body is in between my legs. He reaches to the side and grabs the bottle of Vodka from me and starts drinking it.

Before I knew it my head was leaned on his chest and we just sat there in silence. Words didn’t need to be spoken because we didn’t have anything to say. It wouldn’t make up for the things we had done.

I found myself trying to stay awake but once he noticed it, he wrapped his arms around my body and my legs wrapped around his torso.

I felt myself being lifted off the ground and my grip on him tightened and he noticed. “I’ve got you, I won’t let go.” I’ve got you. I won’t let go.

I played with the hairs on the back of his head and my head was nuzzled into his shoulder. He smelled the same, like Conrad, My Conrad.

We had done this a couple of times before. On the boardwalk when my feet hurt I would jump on his back and even though he got tired we kept going. When I fell asleep on the couch at 14 years old during movie night, Conrad offered to take me upstairs. I was dazed, but I still remembered how he held me and kissed my forehead goodnight.

Once we got to my room, I was so attached to his touch I didn’t wanna let go. It was like an invisible string, if I let go, would it be broken?

He laid me on the bed and sat down next to me. I felt the vodka swirling in my stomach and I started to regret it.

“Conrad.” I whispered.

“Yeah?” He whispers back.

“I still—” I start but stop when I look at him. He’s staring at me so intently. With a purpose. It made me feel so uneasy but so safe at the same time.

“I know. Me too.” Conrad whispers before leaning down and stroking my cheek, and his touch lingered to my jaw. He kisses my forehead before standing up again. He takes one last look at me before exiting the room.

I think i’m gonna be sick. Lovesick.

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“Do you have an escort to the ball yet?” Belly rambles on about how she ended things with Cam the night before. I didn’t hear much else of what she said.

“Yn?” I shake my head and look up at her.

“Sorry Bells, it’s just still early.”

“Oh, by the way your gonna love my birthday gift tomorrow. When does Frankie come in?”

I shrug, “I think tomorrow at like 10:25?”

Belly continues to talk but my mind is thinking about last night. It’s stuck there. Conrad carrying me. I’ve got you. I won’t let go.

Why couldn’t he mean those words? Say them when it wasn’t the dark of the night and none of it mattered. When he came downstairs he was the same old bruiting Conrad who wouldn’t even look my way.

It stung. Worse than it should have because I realized I had let him back in. He snuck in like he always did. But he was always there.

I quietly groaned and chomped down on the rest of my cereal.

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A/N: Finally a long chapter! You guys next 2 episodes will be heated with heavy information i’m so excited🤞🏻

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kdogreads · 11 months

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Imagine being Chibs’ old lady (part 2)

Read part one here

Check out my masterlist and follow #kdogreads for more Chibs love 😍

He makes your coffee better than you do

You don’t know how he does it, but every damn cup is the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had.

“Two creams, two sugars please!”

“I’ve been makin’ yer coffee for the last decade, darlin’. I know how ya like it.”

He always delivers it in one of your favorite mugs and sealed with a kiss. Even when you are on an iced coffee kick, he obliges even if he doesn’t understand why.

“Ya mean you want me ta make yer coffee, then put it over ice? Cannae understand why, but alright, love. Anythin’ you want.”

When you finally convince him to get an Alexa, he never stops talking to her

“Alexa, what’s the weather like in me beautiful Glasgow?” & “Alexa, play some bonnie music fer cookin’” & “Alexa, tell me what tha’ woman o’ mine ordered now”

Your favorite part is watching him get frustrated when she doesn’t understand his accent. He gets so flustered and cute and finally gives in, asking you to tell Alexa whatever he was trying to say. Of course you oblige, even if you sneakily told her to turn off your Amazon deliver notifications weeks ago.

He brings you a glass of water all the time without you asking

It’s not easy being Samcro’s First Lady, and sometimes you forget to hydrate. Naturally, then, your sweet Filip brings you a glass of water every time he walks into the kitchen or behind the bar. He’ll set the glass down in front of you, not breaking his conversation nor you yours, and wink your way before heading back to whatever he was doing.

He’ll repaint your house as many times as you want

Ever pick a color for your living room, get it all painted, then decided you hate it? Chibby sure knows the feeling. Not that he cares about any color you choose, but he knows it’s important to you to make your shared a home a sanctuary you can both escape to.

“Baaaaaby…”

“Wha’ color am I paintin’ it now, lass?”

And he’ll never complain about it. He’d find a way to bring you the stars if you asked him to.

As much as he does for you, you do just the same for him

There is nothing Chibs could ask of you that you wouldn’t scour the earth to do. Even though he tries to handle everything by himself, he lets you in when he knows he needs help.

Whether it’s running club decisions by you, asking for a hand in the bike shop, passing along the message when the boys pester him for some of your famous cookies, sending you to talk to one of the guys if they don’t have their head on straight, or any other need he could ask you to fill, you happily do so.

He relies on you so much for the mundane, day-to-day stuff like grocery shopping, making sure the bills are paid on time, changing the sheets in the guys’ dorms. He reminds you all the time how important you are to him.

“I couldn’t do this wi’out ya, sweetheart. Dunno how I can ever thank ya for everything you do fer me.”

He’s careful never to project his frustrations onto you

Sometimes he is full up to his eyeballs in club shit, but he tries never to bring it home to you. You’ve told him time and time again that he can rant to you, dump all of his troubles out on the table for you to sort, but he just doesn’t. He can’t make himself burden you with the ugliness he sees. He gladly accepts your comfort and empathy, but he refuses to bring you down to meet the depths of despair his lifestyle pulls him into sometimes, so you drag him up to meet you high above them.

He can’t get enough of you

His favorite look of yours is when you float around the kitchen early in the morning dressed only one of his reaper crew t-shirts. He’ll come up behind you and wrap you up in his strong, thick arms, leaning into you and kissing your temple. You’ll sway in his arms for a moment, leaning back against his broad chest and reach around to comb your fingers through his hair. He can’t help but let his hands drift over your body to your bare thighs, plush hips, your biceps and forearms, the soft expanse of your chest and stomach.

“Are ya gettin’ dressed soon, love?”

“Why? Too tempting for you, baby?”

“Aye, canna focus on anythin’ but this silky skin of yers when yer wearin’ so little, darlin’.”

“My poor baby, so distracted and nothin’ to do about it.”

Of course, you know what you’re doing, and Filip can’t get enough of your teasing.

He’s so possessive of you

Not in the you-can’t-do-anything-without-me kind of way, but in the everyone-is-gonna-know-who-you-belong-to kind of way.

If you go out without him, he’ll probably leave marks just under the neckline of your top, or remind you how good he thinks you look in any of the shirts you have that have short enough sleeves to show off the delicate Forever Filip’s tattoo on your forearm. He’ll kiss your knuckles, lips brushing over your sparkling wedding band, and tell you to have fun. Of course you know there’ll be a prospect or two following you along, but you let him do whatever he needs to ensure your safety. Sometimes he’ll magically show up exactly when you are ready to leave and act like a starved man when he finally gets to hold you in his arms and kiss your alcohol-infused lips. Usually he’ll show up in the truck, not his bike, knowing you’ll probably be too wasted to keep balanced. This gives him plenty of opportunities to whisper dirty thoughts into your ear while he drives about all the things he wants to do to you when you get home.

If you go out with him, he’s never more than an arm’s length away from you all night long. He’ll keep a hand on you whenever he possibly can. A gentle palm on your lower back, his finger tips gripping into your thigh while your seated together at a table, an arm wrapped loosely over your shoulders while you’re sitting at the bar, sometimes it evens ends up a full on grizzly bear hold around your waist the drunker he gets. Sometimes he’ll start pulling you close to him and teasing your ears with all the dirty things he’s going to do to later. Sometimes you make it home before he drags you into bed and shows you just what he means, but other times most of the time he pulls you into an empty dorm room, bathroom, hallway, the car, anywhere he can to remind you how good you have it with him.

And if someone even looks like they might flirt with you… well, god help that man.

#kdogreads #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford #chibs imagine #chibs x reader #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #soa chibs

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fear-and-delight-l · 1 year

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champion~RHEA RIPLEY X READER FLUFF

IMAGINE where rhea ripley has a championship match, and the reader goes out to ringside with her but when the reader takes a punch for the love of her life, Rhea explodes and finally comes out with her true feelings.

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WARNINGS: none. Slight swearing? Erotic fluff? no smut but feel free to request it.

ALSO I TAKE REQUESTS, so if you have an idea, let me know and I'd love to make it come true! Love you guys and thanks for reading!

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I take a deep breath before we step out into the arena. Rhea is full of adrenaline, I can feel it radiating off of her, but I am all nerves. Rhea might have gotten too far ahead of herself this time.

We step out into the light.

Rhea’s theme music plays and the crowd is crazy. I don’t let anyone see my anxiety on my face. I change my expression to true brutality.

“You ready for this, babe?” Rhea cries, her eyes burning bright.

Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe…

“Hell yeah” I say and we head down to the ring, Rhea pinching my arm with a grin on her face.

She climbs up the ropes, fists in the air. (It’s a damn shame that she doesn’t pummel me with those fists.) Her lips are painted black and her hair is slicked back yet looser than usual. It's gotten a little long, and I must say that I want nothing more to put my hand in her hair and pull it, just so I can hear her gasp.

Her smile is brighter than all the lights in the arena and I can’t help but smile at my thoughts. Rhea Ripley is by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her body is toned and muscled but everything about her is graceful and sleek. And really I just can’t get over her damned smile-

Part of me is grateful that the rest of The Judgement Day didn’t come out to ringside this time. I’m so selfish for wanting her all to myself…

The music changes.

Bianca Belair walks into the arena.

I have to give it to Bianca. She has made a name for herself and makes everyone turn their heads and stop what they are doing. She won her Raw women’s championship belt fair and square and has defended it well. Rhea said so herself.

But when Rhea challenged her for it, I couldn’t help but think that the only way Bianca would give up the title is out of her cold dead hands.

As Bianca makes her way down to the ring, I look up at Rhea and she gives me one last look. She winks at me and turns back to the E-S-T.

I am not sure if my heart is racing because I think Rhea is going to take the loss or the fact that she winked at me.

……

Bianca has only managed to pin Rhea once. My nerves have settled a bit because Rhea really has the upper hand in this match. Bianca is strong. HELLA strong. But not as strong as my Rhea. I never should have doubted her.

Rhea hooks Bianca’s arms between her legs and hoists her up. Yes, yes, yes!!! Riptide–

Where’s the ref?

Rhea slams Bianca down and I wince at how hard Bianca hits the mat. Where the hell is the ref? Rhea has had her down for more than a count of three…

I realize the referee wasn’t at the count because Alexa Bliss had made her way into the ring and tried to interfere. The ref turns around and looks in horror that he missed a vital moment in the match trying to get rid of Alexa. Bianca kicked out before he could count.

Oh, I was not letting this happen.

I run over to where Alexa stands laughing. I reach across the apron and grab her by her ankles. She slams to the mat and I drag her out.

“You wanna screw up this match, bitch? Not gonna happen with me.” I say. “So come and face me if you even have the balls to.”

Alexa stands up and screams, running straight into my midsection and slamming me into the post. The back of my head throbs, practically on fire. No way I am letting this blonde bitch beat me.

Trying my hardest to ignore the pain in my head, I push Alexa off of me and grab her by her hair, dragging and slamming her into the barricade. I hear her groan. It’s not enough. I get her on her feet again. I shouldn't try to steal Rhea's move, but I've been practicing just for her. I silently pray that my next move will work.

I hook her arm around my neck.

I pull her other arm between her legs.

I hoist her up.

And with all my force–

Riptide.

Alexa hits the floor, immediately writhing in pain. Her back took the full force of the hit…

“Y/n!”

I look up and Rhea rushes down from the ring and towards me, her hands grasping my sides. Bianca still lay lifeless in the ring. Rhea looks at me up and down and begs to know if I’m okay.

“I’m okay, I promise. My head just hurts a little…”

“That riptide was so good! Have you been practicing somehow?” She asks, her thumbs rubbing circles on my skin. I reach my hands up and grab the sides of her face. Her skin is warm from sweat but I want to kiss all over it anyway. Her smile her smile her smile oh my god I can't breathe....her eyes crinkle in delight at me and I think I am more breathless than she is.

“How else would Dominik have all his bruises?” I laugh. Her hands squeeze just a little tighter on my waist as she grins.

Damn it, her smile! I can’t ever resist it–

It only takes me a split second to notice Bianca barreling towards Rhea. I shove Rhea out of the way just as Bianca raises her fist to strike.

She makes direct contact with my eye.

I feel my body still and I slump to the ground.

Y’know, that kinda fuckin’ hurt. My second hit to the head.

The edges of my vision dance with black spots, and I can hear Rhea’s screams of rage. I reach my hand up towards my eye and wince at the sting. I look for Rhea, and she’s starting to corner Bianca towards the ring, yelling in her face.

“You wanna mess with my girl, huh? You wanna hit my girl? I don’t fucking think so!”

Rhea grabs Bianca’s ponytail and uses it to slam her face into the apron. Bianca groans as she is thrown back into the ring. I sit up, a little dizzy, and watch as Rhea screams at the ref.

“You gonna watch this one, huh? Yeah? You gonna watch this? You gonna do your damn job? Watch this!”

Rhea drops onto Bianca, straddling her. And she starts to lay the punches onto Bianca’s head. She tries to kick out from under Rhea but to no avail. I get to my feet and get on my belly to slide in the ring.

The Judgment Day music plays and Damian and Finn and Dominik run out. Why are they out here? If they try to interfere, Rhea will be disqualified!

I won’t interfere either. I know that it could get Rhea in trouble but I also know that she doesn’t want me to interfere because she knows what she’s doing.

Damian leans onto the apron and screams, “Rhea, stop! Just finish her!”

“Finish her, mami!” Dom cries.

Finn is shaking his head and muttering “She’s gonna kill her, she’s gonna kill her…”

I realize why they are so upset. With the way Rhea is beating Bianca, she is getting too violent and it’s possible that Rhea could get banned from wrestling. Bianca's lip has busted open and little drops of blood scatter onto Rhea's hands.

I look at Damian. He’s got worry etched all over his face.

I stumble to the corner, and I watch Rhea pick Bianca up and slam her back down.

Rhea is rage.

She is anger.

She is graceful yet harsh.

Quick on her feet and fast with her hands.

She is beautiful.

She is a nightmare.

An eradicator.

True brutality.

She beats the shit out of Bianca for a little longer and then she does it.

Arm around her neck.

Leg tucked between the thighs.

Lift–

Riptide.

Bianca is out. I know it.

The ref doesn’t miss the count. 1, 2, 3.

Done.

Rhea gets up and shouts with joy. I run up to her and she opens her arms to me and I jump into her, putting my face into her neck. She’s spinning me and she’s screaming about not how she won but we won. We won.

I’m back on my feet again and a little disappointed that she won’t hold me on her hip so I can wrap my legs around her. The ref hands her the belt and she screams in delight as she hoists it up in the air. Damian and Finn and Dom rush into the ring and suddenly we are all screaming and whooping and crying out our war cries. Victory is ours. No one can hurt us anymore.

Dominik takes my face in his hands and inspects my eye,

“te golpeó muy fuerte, mi amor.” [she hit you pretty hard, my love]

“dominik, estoy bien, lo prometo.” [dominik, im fine, i promise]

He grins and Finn picks me up in excitement. I laugh and Damian laughs with me. Finn sets me down and I turn back to Rhea.

She stares at me, her beautiful, wicked smile gone. She’s breathless and she’s looking at me as though I am her prize instead of the belt she holds in her hand.

Rhea drops her belt.

She rushes to me and grabs my hips harshly but kisses me gently.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh…

Rhea’s lips kiss me so gently but her grip on me is like iron. The only thing separating me and her is our ring gear. I grab the sides of her face and press my lips against hers, begging for more, more, more.

I realize that we are so close that our hips are smashed together and she is enveloping me in her embrace. Her arms snake around to my back and she pulls me even closer.

There is no way for us to be closer but I want us to be closer. I want to be molded into her so me and her are one. I pull away for a moment and I look into her lust filled eyes. I want more, more , more of her.

“I can’t believe you dropped your title belt,” I say with a laugh.

Rhea puts one hand in my hair and says,

“No championship could ever be worth as much as kissing you.”

She strokes my hair and leans down to give me a soft peck that has me trembling and aching for more of her.

“My girl,” she says. “My girl.”

I smile and kiss her again. I don’t care if her black lipstick smears all over me. I don’t ever want to stop kissing her.

“I’m so proud of you,” I say, a kiss between each word. She smiles at me with her teeth and I melt into her. I love when she’s soft.

I look over at Finn who is clapping like the rest of the audience. Dominik is cheering and Damian is wearing a smirk. I can tell that they knew this would happen eventually. I hear Rhea laugh and she picks up her title belt and then picks me up, wrapping my legs around her waist. She is my champion and I am her prize. She looks up at me, her eyes twinkling with pride. She is not ashamed of me. She would never be ashamed of me. I lean down to kiss her, my hands resting on the sides of her neck.

She raises her belt in victory, and I throw my head back in laughter.

My brutal, wicked, graceful, beautiful champion.

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HEY GUYS

im super proud of this one. IDK i just think its neat. Remember, i take requests and i am very flexible with characters and such.

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hayleythesugarbowl · 7 months

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Could you maybe do headcanons for a female, American reader dating James mcavoy? 💖

james mcavoy x reader headcanons

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a/n: hope you enjoy these little headcanons love!!

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dating james would include…

he first met you at an event for one of his movies

you saw each other from across the room and after a wink and a head tilt saying ‘you wanna get out of here?’ the rest is history

like alexa play enchanted (taylor’s version) by taylor swift

you drink so much tea together

and he makes fun of you for that ‘weak watery, american stuff’

whispering cheeky little things in your ear 🤭

so many inside jokes

rubs your back

he takes you to all of his premiers and throughout all of his interviews he just can’t wait to be done and spend the evening with you

everything you do makes him laugh and he’s just so amused by you

breakfast in bed

his hand on your thigh under the table at a dinner party

giving you his coat to where over your dress

he took you back to Scotland once to show you all of his favorite places

you and michael are good friends obviously

your name in his phone is ‘my love’

neck kisses

you guys play just dance and you win every time

he talks big game but he’s definitely the little spoon

except for when he’s on top because ‘if anybody’s giving…’

if you got that reference ily

aftercare KING

he’s so gentle with you it’s adorable

y’know the ‘she fell first but he fell harder’ trope?

that’s you guys

always holding your hand and playing with your rings if you’re wearing any

he just loves you so much and you guys are so happy together <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this babes!! have a wonderful day <3🎀🪩

#james mcavoy #james mcavoy x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #headcanon #x reader #michael fassbender

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Teach Me How To Kiss

Pairing: Liv Morgan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,261

Summary: Liv teaches you how to kiss for a date, but when you don't need it, you put that knowledge to use on Liv instead.

A/N: Sorry for slow uploads, just not feeling any motivation recently. Hope You Enjoy!

1 week ago

You walked down the halls, greeting everyone. "Hello, ladies." You announced to the group of girls while sitting down. They all greeted you and began talking about tonight's show.

"Oh guys, Liv's up!" Everyone's attention turned to the screen, seeing Liv come out in her new gear. "Dang, she's so pretty." You said under your breath, hoping not one heard, but unknown to you, Rhea did.

You watched as she did her signature wink to the camera while sitting on the ropes before entering the ring. Tonight she was fighting Ronda Rousey and if there's one thing about Ronda, it's that she doesn't play nice. The match started and Liv was getting beat.

It didn't help that Shayna was by her side, gassing her up, making her be even more aggressive. Although Liv was getting thrown like a rag doll, she was putting up a good fight. It was all going good until Ronda started distracting the ref.

You've seen this too many times from the two, to know what was gonna happen next. You quickly got out of your chair, running to the ring. Fans cheered as you fought off Shayna, making Ronda distracted. "Hey, stop! Leave her alone!" Ronda yelled at you, about to get out the ring, but Liv took the opportunity to roll her up in a pin.

"1 2 3"

*DING DING DING*

The bell rang indicating the winner. Liv quickly scurried out the ring, throwing herself in your arms. You looked at her with so much adoration, that you almost forgot you were on TV.

You two went backstage and met up with all the girls. "You did good out there, Liv!" Raquel praised, patting her shoulder. "Awe, don't give me all the credit! If it wasn't for this girl right here, I would've been in serious trouble." She said, playfully grabbing your cheek.

A blush formed on your cheeks as you slightly pushed her away, not wanting to embarrass yourself. "Well, imma go take a shower. I'll be back out." Liv left, going back to her locker room.

Oh how you wish you could go shower with-

"Y/n?" Your attention snapped on Alexa. "Huh?" Alexa chuckled, shaking her head. "I asked if you wanted to help me out with my make up before my match." You nodded your head smiling. "Yeah of course!"

You were now doing Alexa's makeup and it was a comfortable silence until Rhea spoke up. "Hey Y/n, quick question." You hummed in response. "Do you wanna go on a date with me?" You stopped blending the blush on Alexa's face, freezing up. Rhea wanting to date you? You've never seen any signs.

Was she for real? So many questions going through your mind, but at the same time, all you could think of was Liv. Even though y'all aren't together, you feel like you're betraying her. You just then realized that you've been silent for too long.

"Uh, sure. I'd like that." Girls started cheering and clapping, congratulating you on your date. You fake smiled, distracting yourself with Alexa, not seeing Liv at the entrance. She shortly turned around, packed her bags, and left back to the hotel.

That was a week ago and now you’re getting ready. Hair done, new dress, freshly shaven, you've done everything you could think of, considering you haven't been on a date in god knows how long.

A knock at the door made you look up, seeing Liv standing there with a smile. "Howdy there!" You chuckled at her fake accent. "Well, don't you look beautiful?" You tried hiding your face, knowing you probably looked like a tomato.

You looked through your lipstick collection, eyes squinting at your options. "Liv, should I got for a red lip, or just gloss?" Liv shrugged her shoulders, smirking. "Anything works as long as you get to give Rhea a big fat kiss!"

She began giggling like a schoolgirl, but soon stopped when she saw your face. Then it all hit her like a ton of bricks. "Wait-" You stood there in an awkward position, not knowing what to say.

"You've never kissed anyone?" You sighed, plopping down on the couch next to her. "No, I haven't. I get it, it's embarrassing, but-" Liv stopped you as soon as those words came out your mouth. "Woah, if it’s anything it's not embarrassing."

You brushed her off, waving your hand. "It's alright. I never had anyone to do it with, so I never learned. No biggie." You picked at the hangnail on your middle finger, avoiding eye contact.

It was quiet for a moment, but Liv said something you thought she never would. "Do you want me to teach you?" You looked up at her with a shocked expression. "What?" Now, Liv looked at the ground.

"Y'know, kiss? I mean- you don't have to if you don't want to, I was just suggesting, y'know because you-" You stopped her, with a laugh. "Liv calm down, you're rambling." She let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of her neck.

“You want me to teach you?" You thought about it for a moment. If you kiss Liv, you'll be messing up your date with Rhea, but then you'll finally get to kiss your crush. “Yeah."

The word slipped from your mouth before you could catch it. "Okay, uh, get comfy real quick." You both shifted on the couch, moving so you're facing each other.

"So first things first, you wanna make sure your partner is comfortable and that you have consent." You nodded, silently telling her to continue. "So when you lean in for the kiss, try to move your head in a different direction. It helps avoid forehead bumping, or teeth clashing."

You took note as she spoke. "Make sure your lips aren't dry and all you do is keep your lips apart enough to allow the kiss to be soft and deep, and keep your mouth relaxed." You licked your lips slightly, keeping your mouth apart, like she said.

“And while you're kissing them, put your hand somewhere. Not their ass, but on their hip or cheek, so they-" Before Liv could finish her sentence, you pulled her in a kiss, head tilting to the side, your hands going to her cheek, slowly stroking it.

Liv froze, not knowing what to do, but soon fell into the kiss, once realizing what was happening. Her hands came around your waist, pulling you closer to her. You slowly pulled back, smiling. "Like that?" She hazily nodded, too lost for words. The moment was broken apart when your phone rang loud.

It was Rhea. You almost forgot about the date. "Hey, Rhea, what's up?" Rhea's sad tone came out. "Yeah, I'm sorry, but I just wanted to let you know that we’re gonna have to cancel the date because I forgot about a family thing."

You didn't even feel a bit sad at all, in fact, happy. "Awe it's okay, hope you’re doing okay." Liv didn't try to hide the huge smile on her face, knowing that she could finally have you to herself. "Hey, at least you can hang out with Liv."

You made eye contact with Liv. "Yeah, I'll see you next Friday." You hung up, staring at Liv. "Liv?" She hummed. “Can you teach me how to kiss, but with tongue?" Liv instantly pulled you in for a kiss, almost shoving her whole tongue down your throat.

Rhea sat outside in bushes in your backyard with binoculars, smiling as she watched y'all kiss.

#liv morgan #liv morgan fluff #liv morgan imagine #liv morgan smut #liv morgan x reader #wwe liv morgan #liv morgan wwe #wwe fluff #wrestling fluff #wwe imagine

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