#happy Saturday night!!!!!!! i hope we're all doing well

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Jenni's Version)

Jenni Hermoso x Child!Reader

Summary: You go home

You don't understand what's going on.

Well, you do but you don't know why everyone is acting so weird.

Last night, Mami came to visit. She took one look at you and burst into tears. She held you close and cried. She cried and cried and cried and you didn't know how to make her feel better. She just kept crying and holding you.

At first, it was nice. To be held by Mami, you mean, but suddenly her arms felt like shackles around your body, like bricks tried to your legs as you try to fight against the pool you've been thrown into. Everything about her was too hot and too restrictive and you could do little but go limp as she held you.

You're much too tiny to fight against Mami. She is big and strong and you are small and weak.

She released you a little while later and said goodbye.

There was something in the way she said it that seemed very final. You don't know why you called out to her but you did.

She turned, a glimmer of something in her eyes but you just gave her back the train you desperately wanted all those months ago. The one that you had hoped to get for your birthday but didn't. The one you had hoped to get for Christmas but didn't.

You gave it back to her.

"I'm sorry that I don't want to play with it, Mami," You'd told her before retreating back to Mama.

But that was last night and today is different.

Today, you got up early and got dressed and brushed your teeth until they were squeaky clean.

Tia Alba drives you and Mama to the airport. You don't really go to airports a lot.

Mami never liked it bringing you to camps with her so you didn't travel nearly as much as she did, only for very special occasions like the Champion's League final.

Tia Alba comes with you both through check in and she holds you while Mama goes through the scary scanning machine and waits for you on the other side.

It's big and scary and you don't like going through it but Mama is on the other side and she scoops you up into a hug as soon as you make it through.

Airports are big too but you're holding Mama's hand so you feel safe as she leads you through.

It's early and you're hungry and you get a small snack to hold you over.

"Private plane, huh?" Tia Alba teases as she sips a coffee.

Mama rolls her eyes. "They're just happy to have me back. We're lucky they didn't send over an escort to make sure we got home safe."

You don't know a lot, you're only little but you know you're travelling somewhere today. You know this because Mama has two documents that say you're both travelling. She's got your new passport too.

It's got your new name on it and that's how you know it's new.

It's tucked into her coat pocket nice and safe.

You're travelling with your Mama, you know that for certain.

A lot has changed though and you're not too sure what it is exactly. You have a new name and you don't know why. You like your new name though. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Putellas-Hermoso is in your passport now.

You've always thought that the Putellas part of your name looked lonely. You like that it has a friend now.

Tia Alba looks at you and smiles. "Are you happy to be going to Mexico, Bambi?"

"That's where you live!" You tell Mama and she laughs, fondly brushing your hair from your face.

"It's where you live now too."

You frown. "But ballet-"

"There's a ballet studio right down the street from our house," Mama tells you," You've got lessons on Wednesday for two hours and then nine until lunch on Saturdays."

You don't know how to respond to that, perplexed that Mama already knows your new dance schedule.

"That sounds fun," Tia Alba says," I'll have to come visit soon."

Your brows furrow. "You're not coming, Tia?"

She shakes her head. "My life is here, bambi," She says.

"So's mine," Your voice isn't even above a whisper and no one hears you. You've never thought about leaving Spain before, not permanently anyway.

Mami told you that it's because you're like her. You're a homebody. You're just like Mami.

You don't know if you want to be like Mami anymore.

The Putellas in your old passport always looked lonely. It has Hermoso now so it's not lonely anymore. But you don't think Hermoso would be lonely if it was by itself.

A fancy man in a suit comes up to Mama, whispering in her ear and she nods, picking you up on her hips easily.

She and Tia Alba wheel the suitcases after him.

You wander through the back halls of the airport until you're on the tarmac where a plane is waiting.

Tia Alba called it a private plane. You know Mami's been on those lots but you haven't been once. When you've travelled, it's been with Tia Alba or Abuela in one of the normal people's planes.

This is new and a little strange but not unwelcome, you think.

There are stairs leading up to it and Tia Alba stops at the bottom of them. She kneels in front of you and cups your face.

"I love you, bambi," She says to you, looking deep into your eyes," And I will come visit you very soon." She gives you a big hug that you somehow feel in your very soul.

"I love you too, Tia Alba," You say and Mama takes your hand to lead you inside.

You don't remember much of the flight.

You know a few things though.

It is long, very long. You sleep a lot and eat when Mama says that you should. She holds you as you sleep. You are not coming back to Spain for a long while.

You don't know that last one for sure but you still think it's true.

Deep down, you know it is true.

You think Tia Alba knew that too which is why she came with you all the way to the plane steps.

But still, you sleep for most of the flight, wrapped up protectively in Mama's strong arms.

You float between sleep and awake but Mama never disappears. Her arms hold you close and her perfume wraps around you like a blanket.

You are still tired when the plane lands. You remain tired in the trip from the airport to where Mama lives.

It is dark out now, night time and you should really be asleep.

You're sleepy but you can't sleep. Mami once said you got that from her too.

You don't want that from her though.

You only got the bad bits from Mami, you think. You can't sleep because she can't sleep. You don't go out because she doesn't go out.

You wish you got the good parts of Mami like her ability to kick a ball. You think Mami could have loved you if you could kick a ball. You think Mami would have let you stay if you could kick a ball.

Or, maybe, you could have gotten her confidence. Mami knows how to speak to people. She knows how to tell people how she's feeling. You can't do that. Maybe, if you had told Mami at the beginning, when she still loved you enough to care, she wouldn't have sent you away.

Maybe, if you had tried to be the good parts of Mami instead of the bad then you could have lived with her and Olga and Jaume.

You are with Mama now though. That is good. You like that. You know you're going to like living with Mama but some awful part of you still yearns for the Mami from Before.

You think that Mami from Before would have come to you when you fell off the slide.

You'd like to think the Mami from Before would do that but you wonder if the Mami from Before even cared about you. You wonder if you were her little guinea pig so she could be a good Mami to Jaume.

You hope you aren't.

But...

The car shuts off and Mama picks you out of your car seat. She drags in the bags but sets you on the floor so she can pick out her house keys from her pocket.

Mama has a doorknocker on her door. She doesn't have a doorbell like Mami does. Her doorknocker is pristine. It is clean and not stiff at all. You can tell it is old though but it's definitely looked after.

Mama ushers you inside, flicking on the lights as soon as she gets the lights on.

"Do you want to look around by yourself or do you want me to go around with you?"

You don't answer Mama.

She's got a mantelpiece above a fireplace that you wonder ever gets used.

But it's neither the mantel nor the fire that actually has your attention.

There's a picture that you're focussed on.

Mama is smiling at the camera. She's holding you when you were a baby, wrapped in the soft pink baby blanket she bought for you when you were very little.

She's beaming as she looks at the camera and you look perfectly happy and content in her arms.

"That's you," Mama says," When you were still a baby. I visited you and Alexia in hospital. After her and the doctors, I was the next person to hold you."

"Really?"

"Really." Mama's hand rests on your shoulder and you lean into her legs. "How about we get ready for bed? It's late."

You let her lead you away, up the stairs into what you assume is your new bedroom.

It is different from your bedroom back home. There is a mirror and a barre like at your ballet studio and rows of ballet pumps lined up next to it.

"I had someone do it up while I came to get you," Mama explains as she rummages through a few boxes for pyjamas.

They're train-themed and Mama has to puppeteer your arms because you're so exhausted.

You're so tired and you feel so strange and Mama is so warm and safe that you burst into tears.

They bubble up from some secret part of you and tear from your throat. They're full-on sobs as well, your body shaking from exertion as each of them comes out.

Mama's hands flutter uncertainly around you before you're lying against her on your new bed.

Your tears drip-drop onto her shirt and one of her big hands cup the back of your head, pushing it further into her like you're a little baby like Jaume.

You wonder if Mami is going to give your train to Jaume. You wonder if she did it last night after she visited you. You wonder if Mami is happy you are gone now.

You wonder if she's going to turn your room into Jaume's new playroom. You wonder if she's going to be happier now that she doesn't have to fit your ballet into her schedule anymore.

You have Mama now but that doesn't mean you don't think of Mami while you cry. You have Mama and she is strong and brave and you think she can take care of your feelings for you while you're still weak and scared.

You have Mama but she is not Mami like how Mami is not Mama.

Mama could never be Mami and you don't want her to be.

Mami never wanted you. You think you know that now. You think you know you were the biggest mistake of Mami's life. You think you are lucky that she loved you enough to look after you until someone else could.

You think Mami is special. She wins lots of awards for her football. People admire your Mami. They chant her name and scream their praise. Mami wins medals and trophies. She's one of the best football players in the world.

You think she'll be the best Mami in the world to Jaume too.

No, you know she'll be the best Mami in the world to Jaume.

Mami has always been a good Mami to Jaume. Jaume who is named after Abuelo. Jaume who is Olga's baby. Jaume who is wanted and loved and planned.

Everyone loves Jaume.

You love him too though you wish that you didn't. You think you would be happier if you could hate Jaume, if you could dislike him at all but he's only little and he's still your brother so you love him.

Your family shares love equally between you and him, you think, or they try to. They try to have the same amount of love for you as they have for him. You don't think that's easy to do.

You think that's why you've gone away with Mama.

It is hard and it is mean but it is what has happened.

Jaume is littler than you. He needs more help to grow up. He needs more love than you because he's a little boy and you're a big girl. You think he's going to be a footballer like Mami so he has to stay close to her so he can learn.

If one of you had to leave, of course it would be you.

In a secret part of you, hidden deep down, you think it is nice that you're left with Mama. She will never love Jaume as much as she loves you. It is bad to think about that but you like it.

You like that you don't have to share Mama's love.

You like that you will be the only child she will hold like this. You will be the only child she will tuck into bed or help at bath time. You will be the only child who will live in this house with her.

You will be the only one who she loves like this.

You do not feel bad that Jaume will never experience your Mama. He has Mami and Olga and the rest of the family.

He has a Putellas. He has always been a Putellas. He will always be a Putellas. He is Mami's son.

You have Mama. You are a Hermoso. You haven't always been a Hermoso. You will be a Hermoso forever though.

You are Mama's daughter.

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My Sweet Cairo (Part 2)

Synopsis: The Ravens' Soccer team Captain fell in love for Cairo Sweet

Warning: Slight cursing, Student-Teacher relations. Other than that, none that I know of (but feel free to correct me)

Words: 1.7k

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A/N: Thank you for the warm welcome. But I think confusion would start here before the good climax. Happy Reading!

"Before we start our lesson, we want to congratulate our soccer team’s captain for winning us the semi finals last saturday night." Mr. Miller told the class where they cheered and whistled. Y/N smiling humbly while she saw Cairo clapping with them, a warm smile on her face.

"Told yah we'll bring home the championship this year." Y/N told Mr. Miller who laughed.

"I do hope so. Alright, let's continue!" He clapped and proceeded with their class.

Despite Cairo just sitting prettily in the front row, Y/N did not mind her as she was so engrossed with their lesson.

After their class, Y/N waited for Cairo outside of class patiently and she was out in minutes with Winnie.

"What do you want now, superstar?" Winnie asked in playful annoyance, rolling her eyes.

Y/N rolled her eyes as well. "I'm not here for you, miss creepy girl. I'm here for her." Y/N said, turning to Cairo with a sweet smile.

"To what do I owe you, superstar?" Cairo teased which made Y/N groan as she leaned her head back.

"See what you did there?" She turned to Winnie who raised her hands in surrender which Cairo giggled.

"What is it?" Cairo finally asked, curiously.

"Would you want to have dinner with me? Saturday night?" Y/N asked, fidgeting on the strap of her duffel bag.

"Are you asking me on a date?" The smile on Cairo's face never left.

Y/N shrugged. "If you want to call it that, I'm not complaining." She smiled.

Winnie and Cairo gave each other a look before the shorter girl turned to her.

"I'd take you up on it, but I got something going on saturday, I'm sorry." And that, my friend, hurts like a fucking bitch.

Y/N nodded, her face faltering at the rejection. But she still managed to smile and nodded.

"I see. It's okay." She said, starting to walk back slowly. "I'll see you around, then."

She was not feeling herself after that but she saw this coming as well. It's reaching to say that Cairo's gonna accept immediately after just a small interaction and one game.

"What's with the long face, sweetheart?" Jasmine asked as soon as she sat down in their physics class.

Y/N gave her a small smile as she shook her head, getting the rejection out of her head. "Nothing, just feeling a little under the weather." She said and said nothing more.

She was bummed out until saturday and her mother noticed it.

"What's wrong, darling? You've been looking a little down lately." Y/M/N, her mum, said while putting the lasagna on the table.

Y/N smiled at her mum. "Nothing. Just tired." She said before she stood up.

"Where are you going? We're gonna have lunch soon." Her mother called her but she just continued walking.

"I'm gonna take a breather. Don't wait up. Love you." She said before she took her bike and went for a small ride.

She was feeling the breeze and all that when the rain started pouring.

"Goodness gracious!" She muttered as she went faster to find a place to shelter on. And she did, on a big tree in front of Vanderbilt. She was drying herself up when her gaze fell on two particular people on the porch of the place.

"What the fuck?" She muttered to herself, it's Cairo and Mr. Miller, close to each other, smoking.

Her mind was running a thousand times over. What the fuck is Mr. Miller doing with Cairo outside of class? But then again, both of them are writers, it's a poetry place. She stared for a long time, watching and waiting and praying for nothing to happen. And when nothing did, she let out a small sigh.

She shook her head to get back to her senses before she rode her bike again. An anger about to blow inside her and the more she stays, the more it bubbles. She can't have that. So, she rode, fast on the rough wet road.

"Fuck!" She screamed over and over and over again until her tires bumped into something, causing her to lose her balance and be thrown off her bike a couple of feet away, her body slamming on the rough road causing a few nasty scratches in her left arm and a bump on her head.

She laid there, breathing heavily as she tried to feel her body, her legs, her arms. Thankfully, she's still functioning. So she pushed herself up, groaning as she limped to her bike, she checked on it first and was thankful that it was not wrecked. She sighed before she got on her bike and pushed through despite her entire body aching from the impact.

When she got home, her mum immediately rushed to her, checking her up from head to toe before leading her to the living room couch to sit.

"What happened to you, darling?" Her mum asked worriedly as she got a baskin of hot water and her medical kit.

"Didn't see a rock on the way." She answered quietly as her mother started tending to her.

"Was it pouring hard? You should've taken shelter and waited for it to stop." Her mum said softly while cleaning her scratches on her arm and face.

The two of them were silent while her mum's patching her up. After she was done, she kissed Y/N's forehead and fixed the things she used.

"Go get changed before we have our dinner." Y/M/N said, she did what she was asked to.

Y/N walked up to her room, threw her clothes in the laundry basket and changed. The image in her head was not leaving but she soon blocked it out when her mother called her for dinner.

"The finals is a week away. You should take care of your body if you want to win." Y/M/N told her gently while giving her a portion of her food.

Y/N smiled softly. "I know. I was being reckless, I'm sorry I made you worry."

Y/M/N smiled, patting her hand gently before they started their dinner together.

"Will you be able to watch?" Y/N asked in the middle of their dinner.

Y/M/N grinned beautifully. "Of course. I've already told the hospital I'm taking a leave to watch my wonderful daughter crush the opposing team and win that championship cup!"

Y/N chuckled at her mum's enthusiasm. "That's over reaching, mother." She says but her mum shook her head.

"This is your final game before university and you will, for sure, by no means, win the cup. And I'm so so proud of you."

Y/N's heart warmed at her mother's proud smile. She's been talking non-stop about this championship and how it's gonna look on her university portfolio, so her mother wanted her to do her best to win this championship this season.

On monday when she got to her English class, worried looks were thrown her way when they saw her wounds and the scratch on her face. Even Winnie did not give her the usual flirty attitude she usually gives whenever she sat down beside her.

"What happened to you?" Winnie asked worriedly, checking her up.

Y/N shrugged. "Just some scratches here and there."

"You have an entire bandage on your arm, Y/N. Not to mention, that thing on your face. That's not some scratch." Winnie said, concern laced in her voice.

Y/N gave her a smirk. "You worried now, sweetheart?" She tried but Winnie did not smile one bit.

Y/N sighed and faced her to show her the bandage. "Look, I fell off my bike, okay? But I'm perfectly fine now. My mum made sure of that the entire weekend." She assured the girl.

Winnie stayed quiet for a moment before she nodded. "Sure you're okay though? No broken bones or something?"

Y/N chuckled. Winnie can be adorable when she wants to.

"I'm perfectly fine. No broken bones or something." She assured Winnie who nodded with a smile.

Their class starts with Mr. Miller introducing another quote from a book and they're to make their own interpretation of it and present it in their next class.

After their class, Y/N immediately fixed her things hoping to run away from a certain brunette girl which she failed miserably as she was already in front of Y/N before the taller girl even had the chance to step out.

"What happened to you?" Cairo asked, her voice gentle and worried.

Usually, Y/N would smile and be all giddy but after what she saw last saturday, it's like all the happiness in the world had vanished.

"I fell off my bike. Excuse me." Y/N said, pushing past Cairo who followed her outside.

"Are you really going to be like this?" She heard Cairo saying from behind her.

Y/N groaned, letting her head fall back before she turned to look at the smaller girl. Winnie's even worried while watching.

"Like what, Cairo?" She asked, annoyance evident in her voice.

"This." Cairo said, pointing a hand at her as she walks in front of Y/N. "Are you really going to ignore me? What? Because I said no to you last saturday?"

Y/N's ears tinged at what was being accused of her. She wanted to burst out and say she saw her and Mr. Miller at Vanderbilt together, close and inappropriate. But she refrained herself, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves down.

"I'm not avoiding you. I have physics. And why do I care if you're out somewhere with God knows who? I'm not expecting you to say yes just because we had a small interaction and you watched one of my games. I'm not that shallow." Y/N's voice was restrained, her face red from trying to calm down.

Cairo was shocked to see this. She was not expecting Y/N to have a side like this. The few times she's seen this girl, she's always smiling and laughing. Never this angry.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? Let me make it up to you. Come by to my place, let's have dinner tonight." Cairo said, holding a hand to Y/N's chest and caressing it gently. Her big brown eyes are soft and apologetic.

Y/N stared at her for a moment before she sighed, bowing her head to calm before she gave out a small smile.

"Forget it." Y/N said as she stepped back, letting Cairo's hand fall on her side with a pained look.

"Finals on Saturday night, Winnie. Hope to see you there." Y/N said before she walked back and went to her physics class, not bothering to throw Cairo another glance.

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It's always you

A/N : This lovely concept was @starlight-starks idea ❤️ Hope you guys like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : Peter has skipped your fourth weekly movie night and you aren't very happy about it.

Pairing : tasm! Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : angst, fluff, mutual pining

Your phone pings with a text message, thinking it must be Peter you eagerly reach for it to let out a disappointed sigh when you read the text.

Gwen wants me to help her with the robotics project. Raincheck?

Sure. You type back.

Sorry, I know it was our weekly movie night.

Yeah the fourth movie night in a row to be exact as you look at the large popcorn bowl sitting on the coffee table you had prepared and he chose to ditch you again.

Don’t worry I’ll be fine. Goodluck with the project 👍 you reply.

I’ll make it up to you. I promise :)

You read his text and lock your phone before tossing it to the side on the couch. Grabbing the tv remote you scroll through the wide selection of movies, choosing one in random you press play. You then pick up the popcorn bowl and start munching on them all alone in your apartment. The sound of the movie playing drones in the background as you get lost in your own thoughts.  

You and Peter were slowly growing apart, the niggling worry has been eating you up from the inside lately.  And you knew if you had voiced your worries to Peter he would have clearly dismissed you saying you’re being silly. 

But you needed that reassurance from him even more now because you were aware of the little crush he had on Gwen. You didn’t want to appear as a jealous friend but the more they got closer the more insecure you felt. 

It is childish, you know, to cling to the pact you made when you were in middle school that whatever happens you will make time for each other. And these weekly movie nights were a sacred part of your friendship which you weren’t ready to give up for anyone. Hell you didn’t want to share him with anyone.

You stopped eating surprised at your own thoughts. Where did that come from? You wondered.

****

Saturday night there was a party at the Greek row. One of Harry’s frat brothers was celebrating his birthday so you and Peter were invited as well. After a few rounds of drinking and dancing you were all gathered around the couch playing truth or dare. Harry spins the bottle and it stops at you.

“Y/N it’s your turn. Truth or dare?” He waggles his eyebrows.

“Truth.” You declare.

“Boo boring!”

“I’m too drunk and I don’t trust you so much with your dares Mr. Osborn.” 

“You wound me Y/N.” Harry clutches his chest dramatically, appearing to be in pain. He then thinks for a second and asks. “Ok, the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”

“Hmmm well…” You think of an answer before replying. “Don’t worry about me, I'm fine.”

“Don’t we all say that?” Carin agrees sitting beside you.

“You know when we say I’m fine we're denying our true feelings and experiences; we're hoping to convince ourselves and others that everything really is okay.” Brody the tall and muscled quarterback of the football team adds in.

“Oh here we go.” Harry rolls his eyes.

“No, no it’s true we pretend to be fine to avoid conflicts.” Brody goes on. “Sharing our true feelings or opinions might cause someone to get angry with us and that's scary or at least uncomfortable.”

“Y/N this is your fault.” Harry scowls at you.

“What did I do?” You giggle.

“You know Brody turns into a psychology nerd when he is drunk.” 

“Well I think you need it even more given the fact you’re always running away from your problems.” You snicker and Harry gives you the finger.

Amidst all of your banter Peter’s mind was stuck on what you said as he tried to recall the number of times you’ve said those exact words to him. He was so lost in his thoughts that he startled when you snapped your fingers in front of him.

“Yo earth to Peter. You okay?”

“Yea..yeah.” Guilt washed over him anew as he looked at your smiling face. He had let you down but you never once complained or stayed mad at him. He had to make it up to you as soon as possible.

***

Next day after your classes ended for the day you are walking out of the university campus when you hear Peter call out your name.

“Y/N wait!” you turn around to see him running towards you. He stops in front of you panting, handing you a white envelope.

“What is this?” you frown pulling out a paper from inside it. 

VALID FOR ONE

One Full Day of Fun with your BFF.

Redeem by : Anytime   Expires : Never

You looked up at him cluelessly.

“This is a free coupon to a fun day with your best friend,” He explains, pointing a finger at himself.

“What?” You giggle with your brows raised in amusement.

“I know I’ve been a very bad friend lately.” Peter goes serious. “and I want to make it up to you.”

“That isn’t necessary Peter.” Your expression turns soft.

“Ah ah nothing of that. Tomorrow we do whatever you want.” He states.

“Well I’ve been meaning to visit this vintage bookstore I found online. We could go there I suppose.” You shrug.

“Ok done! Gotta go now, Psych class. See you tomorrow.” He drops a kiss on your cheek and runs back to the science building as you stand in your place trying to piece together everything that happened.

****

The doorbell chimes and you rush to open the door excitedly. Peter stands at the threshold with his hands in his pockets. His face lights up as soon as he sees you.

“Hey.” 

“Hi..” You smile.

“You look pretty.” He observes. 

“Thanks.” You blush, tucking your hair behind your ear. You had taken a considerable amount of time to decide what to wear today as if it was a date because honestly it felt like one. Finally you had chosen a pale pink knit sweater, blue jeans and ankle boots.

Together you walk towards the subway station and board a train. There are no empty seats so you stand at an empty corner. And like always Peter stands in front of you like a protective wall caging you with his body from the crowd of passengers. Your bodies pressed together as Peter peers down at you smiling and you smile back feeling a giddiness inside your stomach.

Twenty minutes later you get off the train and begin walking along the sidewalk. The map showed the shop was just around the corner of the street. So it was as you stood in front of a small antique bookstore.

The bell chimes overhead as you push the door open. The scent of old books hits you as your eyes take in the cozy interior of the shop. Tall wooden shelves lined with stacks of books illuminated by the soft glow of the yellow lights overhead and you thought you’ve gone to heaven.

You run your fingers through the spines of the books; some are leatherbound with their beautiful gold detailings still intact.

“OH MY GOD!! Look at this!” You hear Peter squeal excitedly from the other side. “This is the original Lord of the rings book set from the time it was first published and it has the author’s signature too!” 

You laugh seeing Peter’s face light up like a child on a christmas morning.

“This place is so cool!” He announces.

“I know right?” you say smugly.

“You kids find anything you like?” An old man emerges from the back of the shop.

“Yes, how much for this book set?” Peter asks.

“That will be $130.” He answers. Peter’s face falls hearing the price.

“Oh I don’t have that much at the moment.” 

You would have lent him a few bucks if you could but after paying rent and your monthly supplies you were as broke as him.

“It’s ok we can come back for it later.” You rub up and down his arm soothingly.

“I say what boy you give me $20 for now I’ll hold that book for you until you pay the full amount.” he proposes.

“You would do that?” Peter’s expression turns hopeful.

“Yeah why not? You seem to really want that.” He chuckles.

“Thank you.” Peter says bashfully.

After paying the old man you took a stroll through the central park eating your favorite ice creams before catching a subway back to your home.

As soon as you got into your apartment Peter had quickly changed into his spare clothes he kept at your place due to the amount of time he stays overnight. 

You walk out of your room changing into your comfy pajamas and stop at the doorway to watch Peter in the kitchen heating some popcorn to eat while watching the movie you had chosen.

Peter feels your eyes on you and looks up. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing, it's just been awhile seeing you in my apartment.” You say plopping down on the couch as you lean forward to grab the remote from the coffee table to switch on the tv.

Peter carries the bowl of popcorn and places it on the table and sits down beside you. “Hey” He reaches to take your hands in his. “I’m sorry for bailing on you all those times. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“It’s ok, Peter.” You lovingly cup the side of his face. “Besides being spiderman you’ve your own life too. I can't monopolize all your time.”

“Don’t you even think of that.” His expression turns serious as he holds your hand a little tighter. “You will always come first to me no matter what.”

“Aww I’m honored Parker.” You joke trying to lighten the mood.

“I mean it Y/N.” He says unamused.

“Ok, ok tiger calm down. You’re important to me too Peter now can we start watching the movie?” He nods and leans back, getting comfortable on the couch as you press play.

The movie starts and you sidle closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder putting a throw blanket around yourselves.

By the time the movie ends you were fast asleep all cuddled up against him. Peter looks down at your face so calm and beautiful. You let out a small sigh and snuggle closer to him. 

Peter smiles and reaches to brush off a strand of your hair falling over your face. On many occasions during a movie night you both have ended up cuddling together but somehow today it feels a lot more intimate. You in his arms feel so right as if you belong to him and he belongs to you.

It feels like home.

He has been keeping a secret from you and that was one of the reasons he bailed out those few nights. He was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you. And he was scared that if he were alone with you he would act out on those feelings. And what if you didn’t feel the same for him? 

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silver Lining 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You yawn as you look into the barren depths of your cup. Bucky sits up and rolls his shoulders, a dimple in his cheek. He looks you over as you furrow your brow curiously; do you have something on your face?

“W-what?” You bat your lashes.

“Should've got ya something with caffeine,” he says.

“Oh… little l-late,” you look over as the baristas wipe the counters. It's almost closing time, “s-s-speaking of-f.”

“Mm, yeah, I suppose,” he slides over his stapled papers, “you got all my notes. When I get back, we'll figure out the final draft and get the mic going.”

“S-sounds g-good,” you stutter and swallow another yawn. When you're tired, you can barely speak straight. “I sh-should head ou-out.”

You chomp down as yet another yawn rolls up your throat and your eyes nearly roll back. You smile as best you can and stand, grabbing your bag to pack up. He gets to his feet and pulls on his jacket.

“I'll give you a ride,” he offers.

“No, n-no, it's o-okay–”

“You shouldn't walk,” he looks outside as the night contrasts the white ground, snow still piling high.

“J-just as bad d-driving,” you comment.

“I got snow tires,” he insists, “really, I'd… I'd feel bad if you walked.”

“Y-you would?” You snort.

He gives you a look. That look. The one that warns caution. You put your hands up defenselessly.

“Fine, I-I'll let y-you drive m-me,” you surrender. “B-b-but you should know, I'm n-not that h-ho-hopeless.”

“Never said you were,” he pulls a beanie over his gray hair, “not a big fan of the cold myself.”

“Yeah, i-it probably m-makes your b-bones hurt,” you slide your arms into your coat.

“You making fun of me?” He scowls.

“No-o, I just… my st-stepdad always says–”

“It's fine. It does,” he sniffs, “cracked a few ribs playing ball in college. They never heal right.”

“Ouch,” you hook your bag on your shoulder.

“You got a curfew?” He checks his watch.

“Wh-what? I-I'm thirty,” you exclaim.

He chuckles. That takes you off guard.

“I know, I'm not too old to make jokes too.”

“Y-yeah, I w-wasn't–”

“Relax, it's fine. Better go before we're snowed in,” he leads you to the door, thanking the staff as he opens the door and waits for you to go ahead of him.

Well, there might blizzard brewing outside but he seems to be thawing.

🩶

You get home to a quiet house. Your sister, Kira, hushes you as you come upstairs, her children already asleep. She has a clay mask on as she hogs the bathroom going through her nightly routine. You dip into your room and hide.

You didn't expect them to wait up for you. That's ridiculous, but no one even asked about the job. It must be the excitement of a full house. Your sister does everything right so of course they'd want to focus on her. Maybe tomorrow.

You get in your pajamas and settle into bed. It’s hard to still your mind and the jittery energy still swirling inside of you. You put on a lofi video and let it play as you close your eyes. You have the weekend to make the last tweaks and you’ll finally be onto the next step. You hope.

You spend Saturday penned up in your room, hunched over at your desk as you go through the notes from your meeting. As the clock ticks close to noon, your phone vibes, drawing you back to the land of the living. You rub your eye sockets and groan. You need to eat.

You check your phone; you have a message. You flick your thumb up and blink at the text. It’s Bucky. You still haven’t saved him as a contact, recognising him only by the last four digits of his number.

‘Quick pitstop. Forgot to ask last night. How can I pay you?’

You chew your thumb as you think. That’s the awkward part. Even though you’re doing work, it’s still a bit strange. It isn’t like a company where the money just pops into your account on schedule. 

‘I can give details when you get back. Hate to add stress to your trip.’

You hit send and sit back, stretching your neck. Your phone buzzes again. You don’t expect a quick response.

‘Asking now. Will be heading into no reception. Wanted to pay you for scriptwork. Will pay rest after recording.’

Your stomach knots. You’re trying to be polite but you can’t deny that you could use the money. With Christmas tiptoeing closer, you should really get on gift shopping.

‘Right. I have Venmo.’

You tap the arrow and wait. He doesn’t answer right away. When he answers, it’s just the thinking emoji, followed by another text.

‘I’ll figure that out. Do I need your email or something?’

You sweep away the chat and tap into your app. You copy your payment code and paste it into the chat. You follow it with a quick message; ‘should prompt you how. If you need to wait, it’s fine.’

Thumbs up. That’s it. You accept that. To be fair, from him, it’s an improvement. It seems you’ve found a tenuous truce with him. You’ll take that if it means you’re not scooping into your savings.

You can hear your sister and mother gabbing as you leave your room. You stop at the top of the stairs and brace yourself. Things didn’t exactly leave off on the best terms.

You descend and sneak past the dining room where they sit and sort through your mother’s vast Christmas card collection. You’re careful not to draw any attention as you enter the kitchen and quietly pop a pod into the keurig and set your mug on the tray.

Your coffee brews with a grind, giving away your endeavour. You don’t look back as you hear the scuff of slippers. Kira enters and clinks her empty cup down on the counter not far from you. She couldn’t wait until you finished.

“So, how was your job? A bit late to be rushing off to work.”

“It’s f=freelance,” you say. “It’s g-g-good.”

She scoffs, “ah, well, that’s great. You can get out of mom and dad’s hair soon enough.”

“Y-yeah,” you agree, cheeks scalding with embarrassment, “w-working on i-it.”

“Oh, I’m sure. You know, Catherine called me the other day…” she mentions your previous coworker, her friend from college, “guess she got a promotion.”

You nod. She’s goading you. What does she expect you to say? Does she expect you to apologise for leaving a bad situation?

You take your cup of coffee and sidle away. She chuckles, the way she always does when you don’t feed into her drama. Her mug hits the tray heavily.

“I’ll tell her you say hi,” she preens.

You keep going without an answer. You yawn as you come upstairs and hear whispers ahead of you. You rush forward, sloshing hot coffee onto your hand as you approach your open door. Why didn’t you close it?”

As you get to the threshold, there’s a sudden clatter and you gasp. Jamie sits in your desk chair as your laptop lays face down on the floor. Casey is underneath the desk tugging on the power cord. You shriek and sloppily slam the mug onto the shelf mounted just beside the door.

“W-w-w-what are you d-d-doing?” Your emotion overwhelms your voice, “how–”

You hear footsteps rush up the stairs and Kira hisses as she marches down the hall, “shhh, my kids are sleeping.”

“No, th-they aren’t,” you hurry forward and take Jamie out of the chair. As you shoo Casey, your sister enters your room.

“Don’t hurt him,” she demands.

“Wh-what? I w-wouldnt–”

“Don’t touch my kids,” she comes forward and scoops up Casey then takes Jamie’s hand, “they’re just curious.”

You bend down to pick up your laptop. You turn it over and find lines streaked up in a spectrum. Smashed. Broken. Demolished.

“They b-broke it,” you whimper.

“Ugh, whatever,” she hauls her kids back to the door, “it’s just a computer.”

You stare at the ruins and shake your head at her back. What are you going to do?

[damon-loves-pie]

Girls Talk Boys

"Girls Talk Boys."

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader.

Word count: About 3,200 words

Warnings: 18+, Some ‘smut’ not much though kissing, talking about sex, some touching, but nothing too vivid. Talks of sexual relations, hidden relationships, sex toys implied. Henderson reader, and of course Eddie and Max never got hurt. 

ANOTHER WARNING: Max does imply asking about sex toys and how people are in bed just like most teenage girls I know, I know she’s young but going off how I was at 14/15 I was buying them already and experimenting with things like that. She DOES NOT DO anything sexual, she just teases Nancy and the reader and asks about their sex life. But if it’s going to bother you I ask you please to not read it, or hate on it since again I am writing based on how I have experienced life.

Summary: After defeating Vecna the party has made it mandatory to have dedicated hang out days. It is boys/girls night at Steve and El/the byers. Eddie and the older Henderson Sister have a secret relationship while people ask why they aren’t together. 

Author’s note: Hello everyone! I am back with another story! I feel great to have been able to write not one, but two stories! Especially after not having had motivation to do anything in months. I had gotten inspiration for this actually weeks ago but just couldn’t find a way to put it in words. I was driving and girls talk boys by 5sos came on off my playlist and it got me thinking. And yes I did listen to the song 10 million times while writing this. It is 3 AM where I am, so I have not proofread and don’t want to wait to post because I was excited about this. I hope you all enjoy! 

Writing Masterlist

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Summer of '86 was unlike any summer before. It felt like there was more pressure to make it as normal as possible for all of us, especially after what we've been through the last couple of years. We all realized after the final battle against Vecna we were bonded for life and needed to make sure we took care of each other.

Which is why that March after the government somehow cleared Eddie's name, we started having dedicated nights for the party outside of our usual hangouts. The second Saturday had became movie/game night for everyone. While the 4th Saturday of the month was dedicated to boys/girls night.  

It was something that was all agreed upon. We would switch out homes, parents fully understanding the need of it. (Well besides Mr. Wheeler of course, but Mrs. Wheeler is quick to put him in his place.) Though it seems the usual hosts tend to be Steve and El/Byers. Steve's parents still don't seem to care to be home and Joyce somehow convinces Hopper we're all grown enough to be alone and that if anything were to happen, it would somehow happen even with them there by reminding him of high school.

All the parents knew of everything though. After the upside down broke through to the real world, there wasn't anyway of hiding what we all had been dealing with the last couple of years. Steve's parents just wanted to make sure their house was okay, while the Sinclair's were pissed to find out both of their children had put themselves into dangerous situations.

Dustin and I's mom wasn't happy with us, after having lost our father she didn't want to experience the loss of someone else important to her. (We didn't have the heart to tell her what happened to Mews though, that will forever be a secret.) Max's mom couldn't believe she had moved her daughter to a place more dangerous than California, when she moved here in hopes of keeping her safe.

Mrs. Wheeler and Mr. Wheeler didn't have a lot to say, Mr. Wheeler still doesn't believe that we've spent the last couple years actually fighting these things. He claimed we all had great imaginations, while Mrs. Wheeler was in shock but made us promise to tell her and the other parents if anything were to ever happen again.

Wayne didn't care about the upside down, or the monsters. He was just happy his boy was safe, and had gotten cleared of all chargers. He claimed to have known the government was hiding more than the masses were being told of. Said if they had just been honest, maybe none of this would of ever happen.

I don't really know what happen with Argyle’s parents, to be honest I'm not even sure if they know, with him being 18 when the events happened. Robin's parents at first wanted to move her away, to shelter her from all of this. She was supposed to be focused on graduating and band, not getting involved in this mess. But she convinced them to stay since she was already 18 and an adult, plus since she only had a few months till graduation.

Which talking about graduation; Nancy, Robin, and Eddie managed to graduate. Nancy and Robin were a given but Eddie got through with a loophole. After the 'earthquake' ruined half the town, they wanted to push out all of the students to make room for those who needed shelter. So basically everyone got passed for the remainder of the year.

But the weirdest thing to have happened since Vecna is Eddie and I. After Eddie almost got killed in the Upside Down, I couldn't keep my feelings a secret anymore. Little did I know before speaking out to him about it that night in my house, he himself was preparing to tell me how he felt.

Both of us couldn't imagine having not told each other how we felt and didn't want to risk another moment. That night lead to where I am today, pinned under Edward Munson as he begs me to skip girl's night.

It was June 28th, 1986. The last Saturday of the month and instead of getting prepared for going to El's, I was listening to Eddie's excuses.

"Come on sweetheart, do we really have to go tonight?" He teases against my neck, lips loosely moving against my skin while he leaves small, sweet kisses. The air was thick and heavy as he held me beneath him, letting his rough hands hold my hips in place while his lips explored my body.

My body ached with desire at the thought of staying in the sheets with Eddie. With my hands running beneath his shirt, nails lightly scratching into his back as he bites my earlobe slightly, causing me to gasp softy.

"No," I moan lightly, his tongue swirling around my collarbone before he bites the sensitive skin. "B-But, I think it would make everyone question where both of us were." I stutter, feeling his hands roam up underneath my shirt onto my stomach, shivering from the touch.

"We can just say we forgot," He breathes, continuing to work on my body. His lips trailing kisses up my neck to my lips, connecting his with mine. My brain fogged as his tongue traced my bottom lip before entering my mouth. Moaning into the kiss, I roll my tongue against Eddie’s, his hands moving to feel under my breast, cupping them slightly.

Part of me wanted to say fuck the others and stay right here melting beneath his touch. But I can't, we can't. Pulling away, I set my forehead against his. Both of us breathing heavy as we look into each other's eyes.

"Eddie, till we tell everyone, we can't risk anyone asking anymore questions than they already do." I tell him, feeling my chest move up and down heavily. Eddie nods slightly, understanding.

We both had wanted to keep it a secret because we hadn't wanted to give our friends another big change to deal with. We felt like it wasn't fair to them especially after everything that had happened, given we didn't expect to keep it a secret for so long. But the town was finally getting back to normal.

"We don't have to sneak around much longer, I promise." I smiled at him, pushing back his hair out of his face.

"I know, (Y/N). The town has almost everything rebuilt and people are finally starting to move back into their homes." He nods, leaning over to grab a cigarette off the nightstand. I watch as he sits up, lighting it before leaning against the wall of his bed.

Wayne and him had gotten a good amount of hush money from the 'misunderstanding' and bought a nice little house for the two of them here in Hawkins. People were fleeing after having realized Hawkins was more 'cursed' than they thought. But that meant that Wayne finally had his own room ever since having taken Eddie in when he was a boy. I hated how it had to of happened, but I was happy they were able to make the best of things.

I smiled at him as he offered the cigarette to me, taking it between my fingers. Bringing the cigarette to my lips, I inhaled deeply picturing the reactions of everyone once they knew.

"Do you think they would find it weird? Even though they keep asking why we aren't together yet?" I look at him, watching his eyebrow furrow as he takes the cigarette back between his fingers.

"Why would they find it weird?" He asks, blowing smoke out of his lips. Shrugging, I blush slightly.

"Because it actually happened? And maybe they will find it weird because they didn't expect it to." I tell him nervously.

"Do you think dating me is weird?" Eddie teases, passing the cigarette back to me.

"No," I laugh as the smoke bursts out of my mouth.

"Well then they shouldn't think any different." Eddie reassures me placing his hand on my knee, giving it a light squeeze before handing me the cigarette with his other hand.

"It's just this will be big news to them, especially Dustin. He looks up to you so much." I sigh, putting the cigarette out in his ashtray.

"I know sweetheart, but I don't think them knowing would change anything, hell like we said they keep asking both of us when it's going to happen." He reminds me, drawing circles on my knee with his finger lightly.  Eddie chuckles, causing me to smile I turn towards him.

"What?" I laugh lightly.

He smiles slightly, shaking his head.

"It's just you've never actually told me what the girls say to you." Eddie tells me, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I felt my face redden as he looked at me, knowing there was a reason I never told him about what goes down at girl's night. It's the same reason I try to not pry about boy's night.

Pulling my hands to my face, I feel a nervous laugh escape my lips.

"They just ask the normal things. Like what I think of you, if would I date you," I tell him, as my voice trails off " or If  I would uh um sleep with you." I mumble, hoping he didn't hear the last part.

But unfortunately Eddie did, causing a grin to spread across his face, brown eyes shinning.

"Oh and what do you say? Would you sleep with the freak?" He teases.

"Wouldn't you wish to know." I laugh, shoving my shoulder against his.

"Well I tell the guys I think the world of you." Eddie smiles knowingly, connecting my hand with his.

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Girls night has been a on full spring, El and Max shoving Chinese takeout into my hands as soon as I walked through the door. We watched some movies we all brought since we couldn't check out movies from Family Video after it had been destroyed. We also painted our nails, and even convinced El to let me pierce her ears after watching Grease.

It had been a fun night so far. Which is why at 1 am when we ended up laying around the living room, I knew it was far from over as our monthly talk was executed.

As always Max started the conversation, turning towards Nancy.

"Okay, so Nancy we need to know. How is it with Jonathan being back?" Max asks innocently, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth, watching as Nancy smiles. "Leaving your bedside drawer alone now?" Max continues, getting straight to business as Nancy's eyes widen while her face goes red.

I laugh, as Nancy gasped.

"Max," She laughed nervously, tossing some popcorn at her. Giggling, Max puts her hands up in defense.

"Hey, were were all thinking it." Max shrugs as Robin chuckles at the sight.

"You still didn't answer her question Wheeler." Robin smirks making Nancy glow more as she pushes her hair off her shoulder nervously.

"It's uh- um been nice." Nancy admits, "And yes, I've-um been leaving my bedside drawer alone more often now." She said sheepishly, bringing her hands to her face as we all erupted in a howl to her response.

Still giggling Max turns towards me, still wanting to start off tonight's talk headstrong. I raise my eyebrow at her in challenge as she grins in acceptance.

"Now enough about Nancy, how about you (Y/N). Have you found someone to take place of the box in your closet?" She questions, making all the girls turn towards me.  I shake my head, popping a few M&Ms into my mouth.

"I think you need to stop snooping through our rooms and take a look under your boyfriend's bed." I laugh, leaning back into the couch.

"Erica has said some things." I tell her as she shakes her head in disgust.

"Uh gross, I don't care to know what boys look at. They go feral over a piece of bread." Max shudders. Making us all snicker at her sudden repulsion.

"But let's be real, has anyone caught your eye yet?" Robin continues for Max, making eye contact with me. As I shake my head, shrugging.

"I'm just not looking to get into a new relationship." I admit, telling partially the truth. El furrows her eyebrows at me.

"Don't you want to be happy?" El asks, making me shake my head at what this poor girl has been taught.

"You don't need someone to be happy, and my box in my closet takes care of me very well." I tell them, pointing at the other three. They all share a glance before Nancy turns back towards me.

"You know who I think would be okay with your box?" Nancy says, making me hum in response as she gains confidence.

"Eddie." She smirks as Robin claps in excitement.

"Oh yes defiantly! Remember when we were in his room and saw the handcuffs on his wall!" Robin reminds Nancy. Causing Max to smile in response.

"He defiantly is a freak for reasons people don't know." Max nods as the older girls nod in agreement. Poor El looked confused, not understanding how far sex can actually go.

"Why would he have handcuffs in his room? He's not a police officer." El asks, causing all of us to laugh nervously.

"That's a conversation for another day honey." I tell her as she nods, understanding I'll explain it to her a different day. I was trying to not let my face redden at the conversation at hand, because I had defiantly used those handcuffs on multiple occasions; on me and Eddie.

"I still haven't heard a no, have you ladies?" Robin raises a eyebrow, glancing at the girls.

"I have not either Robin." Nancy agrees as all their eyes go back on me causing me to laugh lightly.

"Eddie is just a friend." I lie causing all of them to roll their eyes.

"So was Jonathan." Nancy states.

"And so was Lucas." Max reminds, making me feel defensive.

"That doesn't mean me and Eddie are going to become anything." I point out.

"But he likes you." El states, not understanding why we wouldn't date each other.

"What?" I choke on my drink, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"He likes you, I can tell." She tells me.

"He most defiantly likes you." Nancy agrees.

"And you like him too." El points out.

"I don't think you guys know what you're seeing." I roll my eyes, throat starting to tighten under the pressure of the girls.

"(Y/N) will you please just admit you're into him." Robin begs. As Max fights herself on sharing a piece of information, before deciding to share it with the room.

"You're over there almost every night for some reason." Max speaks up.

"You pay attention to when I'm over there?" I look at her, raising an eyebrow.

Eddie's home hadn't been the only one available in the neighborhood he moved to, just like his trailer wasn't the only one to get ruined. Max once again had became his neighbor as her mom had to find a new place to live.

"Funny enough the nights you aren't there, Eddie doesn't seem to be home either." Max smirks, knowing she connected the dots a few months ago as the girls soak up the information.

Nancy's face lights up as she realizes what she just heard.

"OH MY GOD." She says sitting up, slamming her hands on the floor.

"OH MY GOD!" She squeals, "You two are already dating!" She points at me as my face turns red, not knowing how I could get out of this.

Everyone jumps up slightly at my face turning red. Sighing, I pick up a Twizzler.

"You can't tell anyone." I point it at them as they scream. After everyone calms down Max leans forward.

"So does he really live up to the freak title?" Max asks, causing a laugh to escape my lips.

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Eddie's P.O.V

Instead of being in bed with (Y/N), I'm stuck here listening to Dustin give Steve Harrington love advice. Not that I don't find it amusing that King Steve is now needing a 15 year old to tell him what to do to find a girlfriend.

"I'm telling you that you need to find your Suzie dude." Dustin tells Steve while all of us guys lay in different parts of the living room. Steve looked annoyed with the young boy, wondering why he always felt the need to help him.

"How come you don't bug Eddie on finding his Suzie." Steve says defensively, wanting not to the the topic of conversation.

Curiously I glanced at Dustin, wondering why I haven't heard him bug me on finding someone for a few months actually.

Anyone could tell that Steve's words had taken Dustin aback especially by the way Dustin goes to speak and then pauses for a second when he realized all the eyes were on him. Putting his hands up in defense he goes to speak.

"Okay it's not my place, but I think Eddie has already found his Suzie." Dustin tells us, making my throat turn dry.

"What do you mean?" I ask, rubbing my neck slightly. Dustin turns to me, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, I hear you sneak into my sister's room every other night." Dustin reveals, causing everyone to gasp. "My mom might be deaf but I'm not, and those walls are thin." He tells me.

"Hell yeah man, you found the girl of you dreams. Good for you dude." Argyle smiles, lifting a his drink at me in cheers. While I nod, before turning to Dustin.

"Dustin I don't know who you're hearing but it's not me." I shrug, trying to keep my cool as the boy rolls his eyes.

"How many other people roll up listening to heavy metal? Plus you park right down my alley." He tells me. "Also, I'm not stupid." The younger brother reminds me.

"I park down your alley at midnight, why are you out at midnight?" I question him, leaning towards him.  

"Why are you down my alley if you're not dating my sister?" He challenges, leaning forward as well.

"Hold up, hold up. You're telling me Munson here is screwing Henderson?" Steve asks. "How the hell did that happen?" Causing a chuckle to escape my lips, I always knew he had a thing for her, it's probably why he was nice to Dustin in the first place.

I watch as Dustin physically gags.

"Ew dude, don't say that. She's still my sister." He shakes in disgust.

"Well it sounds like you've been listening to it for a few months." I laugh, pulling my beer up to my lips.

"They make Walkman's for a reason." Dustin shivers.

While everyone else caught onto the words that just left my mouth.  

"Months?" Mike and Lucas's eye's widen.

"Months," I nod.

"Now that's not fair, I thought she was off limits." Steve shakes his head in annoyance.

"She was supposed to be, but it looks like someone didn't listen." Dustin eyes me, causing a chuckle to escape my lips.

"Okay, to end on a serious note. I am going to need you guys to not say anything because your sister will kill me if she knew I told." I explain to them.

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Thank you!

[callsign-dexter]

Lovers Forever (18+)

Request: Hiiiii ! Oh my God thank you Soo much for the Connor masterpiece "Exes to lovers" ❤️ it brightened up my day so so much ! ☺️ I hope I can be a bit selfish now and maybe ask for a second part where they maybe have their first night together after your wounds healed and he is super careful and all soft just to be sure you're all fine 🙊

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Fiancée!Nurse!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut

First Installment: From Exes to Lovers

Second Installment: Lovers Forever

It had a been a few months since you had your accident and you were finally healed. You were engaged to The Connor Rhodes and you couldn't be happier and neither could he. Even though you were happy that you were engaged, there was one thing that was bothering you. That thing was that Connor had barely touched you and you wanted him to. You even brought this up over supper one night.

It was a Saturday night and neither of you had to work, which you were both grateful for. You had cooked Connor's favorite food, which honestly was yours too. As he was coming into the kitchen you had already started to plate his food and then when you were done you handed it to him then you started to plate yours. You both were silent when you sat down at the table and begun to eat. After awhile he started to talk about his day or crazy shifts that he had and you would answer him wordlessly, which he picked up on. This confused him, you were normally very cheerful and ready to talk about your day as well.

"What's wrong, Babe?" He asked you and you shook your head.

"Nothing is wrong." You said and continued to eat the food that you fixed. It was silent so you looked up and saw him looking at you. "What?" You asked.

"Something is wrong. You're normally more talkative when it comes to talking about our days and crazy shifts." He said taking a bite of food. You shrugged.

"I've just had a lot on my mind." You said and still picked at your food and occasionally took a bite.

"You would tell me if something was wrong right?" He asked and you nodded your head.

"Yes of course." You said and then it was silent again but you couldn't hold it in any longer. "Why won't you touch me?" You asked and looked up at him.

"What do you mean?" He asked no fully looking at you.

"I mean we haven't had sex or you haven't touched me intimately since we together the first time and the accident. I miss it. I mean we're engaged now." You said and he was silent "You know what? Forget I said anything." You said and then got up since you had lost your apatite for food and put your plate on the counter. You put your hands on the counter and leaned bowing your head. You heard his chair scrape on the floor but didn't pay any attention to it.

Connor came up behind you and put his hands on your waist and started to kiss your neck which you leaned to the side to give him more access. "You wanna know why that is?" He asked breath fanning against your neck and you nodded.

"Yes." You said breathlessly

"It is because you were still healing. I didn't want to hurt you." He said going back to kissing your neck and nipping at the skin which had you moaning. "I didn't want to hurt you further." He said and gently turned you and lifted you onto the counter where your plate wasn't. He kissed you passionately and you returned the kiss and brought your hands up to his face. You only broke apart for air, you both pressed your foreheads to each other and you smiled.

"I missed this." You said "Shall we continue this in the bedroom?" You asked and he nodded. He gently picked you up and and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he navigated you both to your bedroom. "I love you, Connor." You said into his mouth as he gently laid you on the bed.

"I love you too, Y/N." He said and then he started to take off his top and then he gently climbed on top of you and then slowly got rid of your shirt and then your bra. Your top part was fully exposed to him and you felt no shame. He went back to kissing you and then you felt one hand trail up your stomach to your left breast and and when he pinched the nipple your back arched. He went to kissing your neck and you turned your head to the side to give him more access. "You're so beautiful." He said into your neck and trailed down to your breasts and took your left nipple into this mouth and sucked on it and gently bit it. He rolled it around in his mouth all while your hands were gripping the bedsheets. He pulled off it and then switched to the other one giving it the same treatment.

One of his hands went down to the hem of your pants and and popped your jeans open with one hand and his hand wen into your pants and into your underwear. He ran his fingers through your slick folds. "Oh Connor!" You moaned out and he pulled of your right nipple and looked up at you. He saw your eyes closed and just in bliss.

"You're so wet for me." He said and then brought his hand out from your underwear and undid your jeans and slid them down your legs along with your underwear. You had opened your eyes and were watching him.

"I've been waiting for this for so long." You said and lifted up so he could have an easier time getting them off of you. He got rid of the rest of his clothes as well. He climbed in between your legs licked a broad stripe up your folds all the way to the clit. You had let out a pornographic moan. "Yes! Just like that!" You exclaimed and he swirled your clit into his mouth and gently bit. You were already close but before you could climax he stopped and you whined but didn't get a chance to say anything because he was moving up and pushing himself into you. You both moaned out, this is what you had been waiting for.

"So tight. You're incredible." Connor said as he started to move slowly and stretching you in all the right places. Oh how you missed this.

"Faster. Go faster, Connor." You said and shook his head.

"No this is about you. I don't want to hurt you." He said and you shook your head.

"You're not going to hurt me." You said "Please go faster. I'll let you know if you hurt me." You said and nodded and he picked up the pace and it was amazing. You were so close to your climax and you could tell he was getting there. His head wen to your neck again and your hands went to his hair.

"I love you." He said into your neck and bit into your pulse point and that is what did you in.

"Oh, Connor!" You exclaimed as your climax hit and you came hard and then his thrusts started to get sloppy a sign that he was close. Your walls clenched around him and he reached his climax a few seconds after you. He stilled and spilled inside you and painted your walls white. When you both came down from your highs you were both panting. You looked at each other and smiled. You both kissed each other passionately.

Connor slowly slid out of you and that had you moaning due to being overstimulated. You watched him walk into the bathroom on raised elbows. He came back and wiped the excess fluids off of you and then ran it through your folds which had your legs shaking and you jumped a little. "I'm sorry." He said once he was done but you shook your head and grabbed his head and brought him into a kiss and then broke apart.

"Nothing to apologize for. You know how overstimulated I get after sex." You said with a chuckle and he chuckled and he nodded.

Connor pulled the covers back and you crawled under them and he climbed in behind you. Your back was to his chest and you could feel his warmth. "I can't wait to marry you." You said and started to drift off to sleep and he smiled and kissed the back of your head.

"I can't wait to marry you too." He said and watched your breathing even out and once he knew you were safe and comfortable he let himself fall asleep. You are the love of his life and nothing is going to change that. You both couldn't wait to marry each other have kids and watch them grow. Everything was and is perfect. You couldn't wait to share the rest of your life with this man and he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with the woman he loves.

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[phantomfallacy]

Fontaine is wild.

Back in Genshin Impact after a long, long hiatus haha.

Finally, we're in the heat of the story and I don't have to wait 10000 years for a new quest. In fact, I'm so behind I feel rich with undiscovered primos...

ANYWAYS, I came back for Clorinde but stayed for Wriothesley...

He's such an interesting character. And I'm not just talking about his buns.

The Surging Sword of his burst reminds me of the Sword of Damocles. It's the symbol of a looming sense of catastrophe, the overhanging reminder of death and oblivion.

This could apply to all of Fontaine, as a whole, but Wriothesley, as someone who knows the truth about the Primordial Sea and the sluice gate, is burdened by this metaphorical sword more than most. Furina cannot compare, because although she does not want this catastrophe to fall and is just as anxious about it, she will not be a victim to it. In the end, she'll be left alone, but she'll also be left unscathed.

Other Fontainians know about the prophecy, but not the details. They do not control the flow of this information information that Wriothesley does. Thus, the responsibility of the metaphorical sword is heavier on him than most.

Ceasing my simping for a bit, there's also the Fortress of Meropide itself, which I find extremely, EXTREMELY interesting. It's a place where the worst of the worst end up. It's a place where they're reborn. It's a place where people created an economy and livelihood, for happiness.

How confusing.

Is it a good place? Or is it a bad one?

Welfare meals and stable jobs, but treachery and breeding grounds for people like Dougier…

I have some suspicions that the actual Fontaine is a hotbed of crime. You know the concept of society creating villains because that specific society requires villains to function? Well isn't that just Fontaine? The Oratrice requires the "dramatic justice" to create fuel, so Fontaine obligingly hosts crime like it's Saturday Night Live.

As such, Fontaine's society cannot be as simple as we see it in game. That's just not logical.

In Neuvilette's character quest, we see just a drop of the politics, and though in present day, the threat against Melusines are gone, there are no doubt other undercurrents.

There's the child trafficking ring that persisted from Wriothesley's childhood to Lyney's childhood. Who's to say it doesn't still exist?

There's Sonny and Luca. For those who haven't played the quest, you can start with Virgil. Pretty sure everyone's seen him around. The game puts him in such an obvious area, and Sonny and Luca appear in the same spot afterwards. It's like a quest that's bound to have 95% players complete.

And don't tell me no one thought Spina de Rosula isn't a mafia.

People who cannot win the rat race get trampled on, and who are those people if not a majority of the prisoners who decide to stay in the Fortress of Meropide after their sentence is finished? They would rather live peaceful lives than participate in what goes on up above, which proves I may be right to say Fontaine's upper echelons is rather difficult.

You could say that the Fortress is a refuge for exiles as the game claims, but I think it's also a fortress by its most proper definition. Guarded by Wriothesley, how would the unnamed factions of Fontaine reach in? Why else does the game repeat the fact that it's an autonomous entity, that of which even the courts of Fontaine have no hopes of influencing?

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OH MY GODDD HIIII I HAVE AN IDEAAA!!!

I think you are the only active writer on here who writes for Jimmy Keene (I cannot thank you enough for your service ma'am ) so can I request a one shot where the reader and Jimmy are visiting family. The reader has an older brother who has accepted Jimmy (and maybe even play football togheter sometimes) and a younger sister. Now I have a bit of a laugh and a bit of a hard time imagining this BUT the reader also has a younger sister (toddler) who enjoys giving Jimmy "glow ups" or making him watch idk Barbie. Long story short basically Jimmy always goes along with it and yea just a cute little moment and laugh for my imagination :). Hope u like it <3 have a nice day mwahhh

Family Gathering / Jimmy Keene x fem!reader

Summary: Jimmy comes with you to visit your family one weekend, and your little sister has a little too much fun with your boyfriend.

Warning: nothing, just pure wholesome fluff 😁!

Authors note: HI HELLO MY LOVE 😁! I am happy to be of service 🫡 I am glad you are enjoying my stories 🥰 Oh 🥺 I love this idea! 😂 Absolutely, of course! I added an extra family member, I hope that is okay! I am more than happy to fuel your imagination into a story ☺️ Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy and like what I came up with my love 😘 Have a nice day also sweetheart 💜 mwwwaaahhhh. For anyone wondering, I am going in order of oldest to newest requests, this is the oldest. Thank you for reading, commenting, reblogging, and liking really helps me out! Enjoy ☺️

Word count: 1.035k

You and Jimmy had been dating for two years now, and your family loved him. He had come with you to visit them often and they had become just as attached to him as you had. You were thankful for that. Especially your siblings. You were one of four, your parents had always loved the idea of having a big family, and honestly, so did you. You adored all your siblings, you always had a really good relationship with them all. Your older brother hadn't long turned twenty-eight, your younger brother is fourteen, and your baby sister is two and a half. You were the second eldest. And your younger siblings had immediately become attached to Jimmy, your older brother liked him too.

Your younger siblings had often dragged Jimmy to play with them. Your brother often asked him to play video games or football out back. They had formed a beautiful bond and we're super close, he turned to Jimmy for advice often. And your sister, unwillingly, dragged Jimmy to play dolls, house, dress up, all the typical things you would expect. Jimmy could never resist when she spoke in that cute baby voice and struggled to say words, it pulled at his heartstrings and he would honestly do anything she asked. Which is what led you to today.

You and Jimmy are over at your parent's house for your weekly Saturday night family dinner, you were helping to set the table. Jimmy had gone outside to play football at your brother's request to join, and all three were enjoying themselves and luckily, not getting muddy because the weather was beautiful. You were helping your mother to cook, spending about two hours doing so, whilst your father watched football on the TV. Your baby sister was playing in her playpen with her toys, babbling happily to herself. You heard her mention something about 'a good dolly' and 'make food'. She was obviously learning and watching you and your mother, it was quite adorable.

Honestly, the afternoon couldn't be more perfect if you'd planned it yourself, it was amazing and everything you've always wanted with a partner. Watching Jimmy interact with your brothers was something you absolutely adored, it was so sweet and heartwarming to watch them bond so well with one another like they do. You hear the sound of footsteps coming towards your direction, looking up from the cookies you were making for dessert, you see Jimmy standing in front of you grabbing a drink. Jimmy flashes you his million-dollar smile, adding a wink when he notices you staring and admiring his beauty.

He leans over the counter, avoiding the chocolatey dough everywhere and kisses you. His one hand cups your face tenderly, thumb stroking the soft skin of your cheek. You smile into the kiss before pulling away, having to push Jimmy away because he kept coming back to peck your lips multiple times. You giggle happily, "Go! You're distracting me from my cookies." you fake stern shout, pointing a finger to the back garden. Jimmy chuckles but leaves nonetheless, joining your father on the couch with a beer in hand. You smile as you hear your father greet Jimmy happily, the sound of a hand slapping against a shoulder lets you know he greeted him in his fatherly way with the boys. You were grateful for the closeness of your family's bond with him, it was wonderful.

This was how you loved your evenings, surrounded by family who loved each other and your partner. Your brothers playing football outside, your sister playing with her toys and babbling happily, your mother humming a tune you loved as she manoeuvred around the kitchen with years worth of practice to be perfect at cooking, and your father happily yelling at the TV as he drank a beer with your boyfriend.

Eventually, after three batches of baked cookies and most of the food is done cooking, you take a peek to check on your little sister. You frown when you notice she isn't in her playpen anymore and is also very quiet. At the same moment, your little brother comes into the kitchen for a drink, he and your older brother had come in from paying shortly ago. "Hey little man, where's sissy?" you ask as you pass him a bottle of water from the fridge and place a kiss on his head. He shrugs as he hugs you, "dunno. Went with Jimmy to her room I think?" You nod and then clean your hands before going to investigate where the pair had sneaked off. On your way down the hallway, you hear the familiar sound of your sister's favourite movie, Barbie The Princess and The Pauper. You smile and almost laugh as you hear Jimmy and your sister singing along to the song 'I Am A Girl Like You' one of your personal favourites.

You push the door open gently and lean against the doorframe, almost bursting into laughter as you catch sight of your sister sitting on Jimmy's lap as she plasters his face in pinks, purples, and blues with makeup to match Barbie on the screen. You try to giggle silently but it alerts them both, your sister comes running towards you and pulls you by your hand into the room to join them. You come and sit next to Jimmy, placing a kiss on his cheek with a teasing smile, "you looked absolutely beautiful. Honestly, the best you've ever looked I would say." Jimmy growls, not looking the least bit menacing with pink eyeshadow and overlined pink lips. Your sister points to Jimmy with a little giggle and smiles saying, "Look! Look! Pwetty Jimmy."

You kiss her forehead and fuss her, "he looks so good! Well done sweetheart, high five!" you cheer happily, loving the way she laughs as she high-fives you. Jimmy can't help but smile at the noise, he was a softie for your sister through and through. She had him wrapped around her little fingers, which is how he gets into these situations. "Come here you!" Jimmy growls playfully as he grabs your sister, making her squeal with delight as she gets tickled. Yeah, you loved your boyfriend.

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"Rolling Up the Welcome Mat" by Kelsea Ballerini Sentence Starters

MOUNTAIN WITH A VIEW

"I should be missing you."

"I wonder if you even know where I am."

"I'm wearing the ring still, but I think I'm lying."

"I think we're done trying."

"I think that this is when it's over for me."

"I can't handle another year of you and I just being fine."

"I've shared all my secrets and I've paid for all my crimes."

"Our stars ain't falling back in line."

"I think that this is when I set myself free."

"I'm taking the ring off."

"I'm finally crying."

"No reason to fight it."

"You'll say I'm crazy for being the one to leave."

"Looks like our ending ain't ending happily."

"I'm the only one alone at a table meant for two."

JUST MARRIED

"I don't think I lied when I said I wanted that life."

"Maybe I was too young to understand what I wanted to begin with."

"I wasn't strong enough to keep on with all of the weight that I carried."

"Tired of asking when I'll see you next."

"It was a beautiful wedding."

"I wish I wasn't this ready to undo I do."

"It was, it really was."

"Then it was just married."

PENTHOUSE

"When I left town, did you hate me?"

"I changed the second we were moving out."

"One day, the curtain started coming down."

"You changed the second we were moving out."

"And now we don't talk."

"I kissed someone new last night."

"Now I don't know where you're sleeping, baby."

"Now I don't care where you're sleeping, baby."

"You sad it was wrong. I wanted it all along."

INTERLUDE

"There's a thin line between love and hate."

"It was love, but it wasn't fate."

"This wasn't how it was supposed to play out."

"So, which side are you gonna take now?"

"People that I loved are just people that I knew once."

"Ain't it like this town to only criticize a woman."

"It's kinda scary opening a wound that time had mended."

"I guess we've done each other wrong now."

"We really turned goodbye to a game to a hobby."

"You collected bones, but I buried the bodies."

"All this back and forth, well, it's getting pretty sloppy."

"Happy ever after ain't always true."

"Forever's just the interlude."

BLINDSIDED

"Was there nothing ever wrong, cause you were always right?"

"Tell me, were you blindsided or were you just blind?"

"I know the truth is hard to hear, but it wasn't hard to find."

"We had to get drunk to ever really talk."

"I told you what I needed, didn't have to read my mind."

"I didn't want a family."

"Tell me, when did I start looking like the enemy?"

"You couldn't say it to my face."

"You would've searched the whole world over."

"Yeah, sure, okay."

LEAVE ME AGAIN

"I hope you're feeling happier than you've ever been."

"For a while the shoe fit, but then I outgrew it."

"Staying only made me get real good at pretend."

"I hope to learn to love myself like I loved you then."

"I hope that when I see you that you smile."

"I hope that you find somebody new."

"I hope that you get the house, and the good wife/husband/spouse, and the kids."

"I hope I never leave me again."

HOW DO I DO THIS

"They say to get out with the old you get in with the new."

"I haven't been out on a date since I was twenty-two."

"Are you free Saturday? I know a spot."

"I'm scared of looking stupid."

"I think it's time to keep it moving."

"Everything I knew about love is ruined."

"How do I do this?"

"What if it's feeling right?"

"What if it's too good to be true?"

"I know who I am, but what the fuck do I do?"

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hi!! i wanted to request marilyn x fem reader, where they are lingerie shopping and the reader teases marilyn a little. (some hints of smut and smut) thank youu!

Yess!!! here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))

Let's have some fun

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, strong language maybe, car sex

Word count: 2,392

Summary: You love to tease her, and after being in a lingerie shop, you can’t wait to play with her…

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Well, I think we can go home now, right?” Marilyn said, carrying a few bags.

Saturdays at the mall were a short of torture for her. You needed to buy clothes, and after some pleas with your best pity face, your girlfriend agreed to go with you.

“Wait, wait, Kate has told me that they have opened a lingerie store that is awesome,” you said looking around you to locate it. Marilyn snorted and looked up. “Come on, Mari, don't complain so much. I think we should both renew our intimate wardrobe, don't you think?”

She frowned at you and opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out of her.

“Okay, but then we're going home.” she answered you. You clapped and kissed her quickly. “You always manage to convince me, (Y/N).”

“That's because you adore me,” you said in a victorious tone.

“Yes... Unfortunately...” The redhead whispered picking up the bags from the floor.

After walking through the mall, you finally found the store your friend told you about.

“Here it is, here it is,” you crooned.

Since you started a relationship with her, your world has completely changed. You went from being the typical quiet, introverted and shy girl, to being a whole new one. You were finally happy, and you wanted to shout it out to everyone. Two wonderful years passed and you were convinced that you would spend your whole life with her.

You entered the store and you widened your eyes. Everything there was ideal for you. Your credit card was going to go crazy.

“Oh… Look at this, Mari,” you said to your girlfriend, pointing to a beautiful lace outfit. “It would look great on you.” The redhead moved closer to take a better look and she shook her head.

“Isn't it… a bit… Sexual?” she asked, touching the fabric and watching it cautiously.

“Sexual? Please, it's perfect. I'd love to see you wearing it,” you whispered in her ear, causing her to jump a little.

“I don't know… It's not my style,” she said. “You know that my tastes are simple.”

“I know…” You whispered, looking for something more similar to what she used to wear. “Oh, oh, and what about this negligee?” You said running towards the suggestive garment.

“(Y/N)…”

“What? It can be used for one of our romantic nights…” You said raising and lowering your eyebrows. You were happy, and all those sexy outfits conjured up lustful thoughts on your mind.

“Let's see,” she told you, approaching. “Do you really think it would look good on me?”

“Of course, please, buy it,” you said grabbing your hands pleadingly.

“Maybe another time,” she said, tapping you on the shoulder.

“You killjoy,” you said, loud enough for Marilyn to hear.

“What have you said?”

“You’re such a killjoy,” you repeated, defiant. Marilyn shook her head and pursed her lips.

“Okay, (Y/N). Let's do something,” she told you, probably not wanting to argue. “You go your way and take what you want and I go mine.”

You rolled your eyes but nodded. After all, the idea of entering that store was yours.

You were entranced by the variety of underwear that was available. You were clear about what you wanted, and you immediately located something nice, without forgetting the occasional surprise for your girlfriend. The redhead was on her own, taking a look. It seemed that she also liked the store, as she took several things with her.

“Are you finished?” You said when you saw Marilyn with two more bags. She nodded smiling.

“Yes, I already am.”

“Give me 5 minutes and so I will,” you said, picking up several outfits at once. The redhead put the bags down and dusted off her hands. “Hey Mari, can I help you?”

“Calm down, I'm just trying to prevent my circulation from cutting off in my fingers,” she said, amused. She gave you a lot of pity, she always offered to carry all the stuff. She was so protective... How could you not love her?

“Why don't you go to the car to leave all the bags? I'll go right away,” you proposed. She was thinking for a second but she smiled, kissing you on the lips.

“I think it's a great idea, (Y/N). But don't take too long, or I'll leave without you,” she told you, taking the bags again.

“You're not capable…” You hissed.

“Don't try me, honey.”

After a few more minutes of compulsive shopping, you left the mall, laden with three bags of lingerie. Some very fun nights awaited you…

The redhead was waiting for you along with her little beetle.

“Wow, you've taken it easy, (Y/N).”

You mockingly stuck your tongue out at her. You left the purchases on the floor and went to open the trunk.

“Don't even try it, (Y/N), it's impossible,” the redhead told you. Indeed, there was no free space in that small trunk.

“I told you to bring my car…” You sighed, closing it in frustration.

“That junk? No, thanks, I prefer to live,” Marilyn teased. “Bring them to me, we'll put them on the back seats.”

Playing with the little space that car had, you managed to put all the purchases in and you got ready to return home. You couldn't help it. You turned back and picked up a couple of bags to peer into their contents.

“What are you doing, (Y/N)?” The redhead asked, concentrating on the road.

“I’m looking at that horrible pack of 10 panties you bought,” you joked, rummaging through the bag. She hit your leg.

“I bought what I need. Can't you wait to get home?” She asked with a firm and somehow annoyed tone.

“Nope,” you said, ignoring her, of course. There were a lot of underwear that you used to see her in, but at the bottom of the bag, there was something that caught your eye. “I can't believe it, you bought it,” you said smiling, seeing that negligee that you showed him in the store.

“Thanks for messing up the surprise,” she said with a mocking tone, but not annoying. It was very difficult for her to be angry with you.

“I love it, I can't wait to see it on you…” You said, caressing her leg gently.

“Well, wait until you get home at least,” she told you, laughing, moving in her seat so that you would stop caressing her.

You looked out the window and recognized the landscape. A dangerous idea crossed your mind.

“ Wait, do you see that road? Turn that way,” you said, pointing the entrance to the path effusively. The redhead looked in that direction and frowned.

“Over there? That path goes to the woods,” she told you, surprised. You agreed.

“I know, it's a shortcut,” you said. You were lying, obviously. Marilyn didn't trust you, and she did well. “Come on, come on, turn, turn,” you insisted, taking the wheel.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” The redhead told you, slapping your hand.

The car turned onto the road. Everything vibrated when walking that old path. You knew that trail, you had been there many times.

“Oh… The shock absorbers…” The redhead lamented. You made a gesture with your hand, dismissing it.

“It's a beautiful path, isn't it?” You said amused. Marilyn looked at you with wide eyes, trying to keep control of the car.

Just as you had planned, the end of the road came.

“There, there is no other way, (Y/N). Didn't you say it was a shortcut?” Marilyn asked you, beginning to understand the trap she had fallen into.

“Oops, I lied,” you said, putting your hand over your mouth to emphasize your attitude. The redhead rested her head on the steering wheel.

“I should have imagined… Okay, would you be so kind as to tell me what we're doing here? In the middle of nowhere?”

“Contemplate the landscape… There are amazing views…”You whispered in her ear, moving the hair away from her neck. She got up quickly.

“Sure, of course. What I want most right now is to contemplate the…”

You didn't let her to finish talking. You started to kiss her passionately, leaving her totally still. She didn't push you, she didn't push you away, but in order for her to understand what it was you wanted, you needed to do something else. You reached for the keys and turned them, turning the engine off. With the other hand, you caressed her leg again, but this time, under her dress.

“(Y/N)… What are you doing?” She asked panting.

“I’m checking one thing,” you said, without separating your hand from her leg while you kissed her neck. Marilyn put a hand on your chest to pull you away a bit.

“Checking one thing… Checking exactly what?” She asked with raised eyebrows.

“That you're not boring,” you whispered, biting her earlobe. She pulled away from her abruptly.

“What did you say? Me? Boring?” She said, pretending to be offended.

“Yeah, you, boring.”

“I bought that negligee you told me about, (Y/N). And I think you have no problem having fun with me,” she told you, caressing your cheek. Your hand was still on her leg, of course.

“Prove it, redhead. Come on, let's have some fun under the shelter of the trees,” you whispered, without losing your suggestive and lustful tone for a second.

“Here?”

“Yes, here. Just let yourself go...”

Your hand kept going up until it reached its target. You started stroking her up and down through her underwear. Marilyn seemed a bit scared to do that kind of thing in broad daylight in the middle of the woods, and she was looking everywhere. You stopped touching her and took her chin with your other hand.

“Hey, relax. There is no one here, for sure,” you said. She sighed, but she nodded and closed her eyes.

You continued your caresses as you took off your belt so you could get a little closer.

While you kissed her with affection and desire, your hand was inserted through her clothes, thus being able to touch her bare skin. The redhead gasped when your fingers reached that point of maximum pleasure and rubbed against it, sending gusts of pleasure through her body.

“Fuck, don't stop, (Y/N)…” She whispered. Apparently it no longer seemed such a bad idea to her. You decided to stop making fun of poor Marilyn, and make her enjoy.

You stopped touching her and moved to get on top of her in one clumsy motion. The horn of her car rang out in that deserted place when you hit it with your butt.

“Oh, sorry,” you said, blushing a little. She smiled and looked at you, her eyes bright with desire, hungry.

“Wait,” she said, lowering her hand under her seat.

With a loud “click”, the seat moved back, giving you more space.

“That's much better,” you commented, while your hand returned to the place where it was before.

“You're crazy, (Y/N)…” She told you, gradually turning her gasps into moans as your caresses began to surround her entrance.

“Yes, crazy for you,” you answered, inserting two of your fingers into her. It was difficult to maneuver in that position, but you did it the best you could. She didn't seem to care at all. Within seconds, she was squirming under you.

Your rhythm was irregular and you kept your eyes open, watching your girlfriend enjoy your touch. It was a strange place. The car was small and uncomfortable, but none of that seemed to matter to you.

You kissed every part of her body that you could, while she leaned back slightly to give you better access. A short time later, her body was moving more and more out of control. Her hand gripped your hair tightly, indicating that she had completely lost control.

Marilyn stiffened and moaned loud and intense. You laughed as you withdrew your hand.

“Fuck, (Y/N)… That was…”

“Shut up, we're not done yet,” you said, getting off of her. Clumsily, and also pushing your seat back, you took off your pants and pointed to your crotch.

“Return the favor,” you said, biting your lip. The redhead was trying to catch her breath, but she nodded and moved to get on top of you. She kissed you with affection, with love, but also with hunger and desire. You didn't think it would be so easy to convince her to do something so risky. Of course “no one passed by” was another one of your dirty lies. It was a path quite frequented by hikers. Fortunately no one seemed to be there that day.

Marilyn reached into your side and pulled a lever, lowering the back of her seat so that you were lying down. You got quite a scare, but she also seemed amused to see your scared face for once.

She now she could fit between your legs with a little more room.

Soon your underwear disappeared around your ankles and immediately after you felt her lips where you needed them most.

“Oh, that's it, Mari…” You whispered. She scratched your leg to shut you up. She might seem very shy, but she loved feeling like she was in control. Her fingers were skilled, they knew where to play and how to play. You were going crazy and hardly cared how hot it was in the little beetle.

You had to admit that you were wrong about her. Now you would have many things to do, and in many different places.

You exploded with pleasure feeling how her hand pulled your hair. You pulled her up to kiss her, while her fingers flexed, sending millions of electrical currents through your nervous system.

After your orgasm, Marilyn sat back in the driver's seat.

“Who's boring now?” She asked, getting back into a comfortable driving position.

“Okay, okay, you win,” you said, making movements similar to a turtle trying to turn around “A little help, please.”

The redhead tugged at your hand so you could sit down again, and get dressed, by the way.

“Let's go home, I need a shower,” she told you, starting the car again.

“And then I'd like to see you with the negligee,” you said, as if you still hadn't managed to get completely free.

“You will see me, (Y/N), you will see me…”

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400 Follower Celebration | Song Lyric Prompts

*You know I'm a sucker for a good song lyric game. XD

Muse: Donald Pierce Song Lyrics: "I turn my back and you're messin' around. I'm not bein' jealous. Don't like lookin' like a clown." -Joan Jett & the Blackhearts ;)

If not that one, then here's another encouraging nudge from yours truly… ;)

Muse: Quinn Mckenna Song Lyrics: Runnin' just as fast as we can, holdin' onto one another's hand. Tryin' to get away into the night and then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground and then you say, "I think we're alone now."

LMAO! I couldn't resist. I figure that whole scenario would make for a great getaway scene that could lead to something hot and heavy with Quinn endin' up on top of the other muse or somethin'. LOL! Either way, I have absolute faith in your abilities to tap into both muses, sweetheart! Just have fun with it and go for whatever gets those juices flowin'! Happy 400 Followers, darlin'! *hugs tight and smooches yer cheek* MUAH! <333

DAX!!! Thank you so so much for following me and I know we haven’t had any lately (I’m sorry) but I love our little chats, they always make me smile 😊 I send you all the hugs and smooches right back to ya! ♥️

And thank you for sending in this prompt and being a part of my celebration . I chose Pierce for this one (maybe I’ll do Quinn too at some point) but I wanted to get this one out for you. But please be gentle, this is my first time writing for him. I hope you like it ♥️

I Hate Myself for Loving You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Donald Pierce x F! Reader

Warnings: A swear word or two, bit of angst, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 2k-ish

Summary: Your new job at Alkali-Transigen has you crushing on the head of security

A/N: This is my first time writing for Pierce, I hope I did an ok job. Thank you for reading!

You accepted the job at Alkali-Transigen because it was the only place willing to hire you with little laboratory experience but you also hoped it would be temporary. You were very familiar with what they did there.

Yes, they were mutants but they were children. They didn’t have families, they grew up inside the facility, treated like science experiments, and were designed to be used as weapons.

But they were just kids and they deserved to grow up in a place where they could just be…kids, not in a holding room or being watched by armed guards outside their rooms.

Even though you didn’t work directly with the kids, you did everything you could to make them feel like someone cared like by bringing them candy, little toys, coloring books, and crayons.

You just felt bad for them and always wished you could do more.

Donald Pierce was head of security and leader of a militant group called the Reavers and when you saw him on your first day at Transigen, you were smitten even though you knew you shouldn’t be. Everyone told you to stay away from him but you didn’t listen.

You had heard he dated a couple of the nurses at Transigen that didn’t end well. And he was also the one they sent out to bring back anyone that tried to run, so you did your best to keep your head down and do the job you were hired to do.

Temporary…it’s only temporary.

He found you working on a Saturday morning in the lab, finishing up some paperwork you didn’t get done the day before.

“Oh…I’m sorry, darlin’. I didn’t know anyone else was here.” He said.

God, his accent was sexy. You played it cool though.

“Oh it’s alright, Mr. Pierce. I’m just finishing up and I’ll be leaving soon, if you need me out faster I can just—“ You stated before he cut you off.

“Now, now I didn’t say you had to leave. You just took me by surprise, is all. That’s not easy to do either. And Mr. Pierce is too formal for someone like me, so please call me Donald or Donnie is fine too. It’s nice to meet you Miss…” He trailed off.

You were hypnotized by his sly smile and southern charm but you snapped out of your trance long enough to answer him.

“Oh! It’s y/l/n…y/f/n y/l/n. I just started a month or so ago.”

One side of his mouth curled up into a slight smile.

“Oh no, I remember. You had your hair pulled back in a low bun that day and I noticed you had a little skull and crossbones pin on your lab coat there.” He said. “As you can see, I’m a fan of the skull and crossbones also.” Chuckling a little, he pointed to the tattoo on his throat.

His memory was impressive. There were a lot of new hires that started that day and he remembered you.

“You have a good memory Mr. Pierce.” You said, completely forgetting that he said it was alright you call him by his first name.

“Well, I never forget a pretty face.” He said with a warm smile, flashing his gold tooth.

Heat rose to your cheeks and warmth spread across your chest as you felt yourself turn different shades of red which is when he asked you to go out for a drink with him. It was the first of many dates with Donald Pierce.

He definitely did not look like Prince Charming, however he could be VERY charming and sweet. That slight southern drawl when he’d call you “sweetheart” or “baby,” made you weak in the knees. The bad boy type always enticed you, gripped you tightly and never wanted to let go and Donnie was no exception.

It was difficult to explain why you were attracted to a guy who had a mechanical arm, a throat tattoo, and a gold tooth but he really was handsome and his bad boy persona made him irresistible to you. He couldn’t be all bad though, could he?

But you weren’t the only one who found his bad boy image irresistible.

It seemed like everywhere you went together, women found Donnie attractive and they never tried to hide it either but what really upset you was when he would flirt back. Who knows what he did when you weren’t around. Maybe you were starting to regret not taking the advice from your co-workers, they did warn you after all.

You wondered if any of them had developed deeper feelings for Donnie so they hated seeing him with you and you hated the fact that you might be in love with him. Was he husband material? Or were you just having fun?

He hasn’t said what his feelings are toward you either so maybe it was just a fling and that’s why he flirted with other women. There was never talk of being exclusive and Donnie did seem like the guy you used as a fling between boyfriends rather than being an actual boyfriend.

He seemed to really like you too though.

“You haven’t run screamin’ for the hills yet but I’m not exactly the kinda guy you bring home to meet mom, ya know? The things Transigen has asked me to do…you don’t know the half of it, sweetheart. But I have to be a strong leader and I relay the orders I get to the Reavers. I can’t appear weak. I’m just not a good guy. I promise you, I do my best not to hurt them when I bring them back after they run.” He told you.

“I know the kind of work you do. I tell myself that ‘it’s just his job, it’s not all that he is’. You’re not a bad guy, Donnie.” You told him.

It scared you to think of telling him how you actually felt about him. He said he was surprised that you didn’t even flinch a little when he touched his mechanical hand to your skin. It was something that he was always a little ashamed of and it surprised you that he actually shared that with you.

“I’m not whole, darlin’.” He had said.

You had touched his mechanical hand, held it in yours and told him that it was just a part of him. It didn’t make him any less of a person in your eyes but he worried. He worried about hurting you, if he gripped your skin too tightly there wasn’t any sensation in his hand so he didn’t know how much pressure he was applying.

“I know you’d never hurt me, Donnie. You never have.” You had said.

But that was a lie.

True, he had never hurt you physically but emotionally, it hurt to watch him flirt with other women though and more than you cared to admit to. It wasn’t necessarily jealousy, it was just humiliating.

And it all boiled over one night when you met him out for dinner and drinks at your favorite local bar. Earlier on the phone, he said he was having a rough day and that he just wanted to relax with dinner and drinks with “his girl.”

As you stepped into the crowded bar, you scanned the crowd for Donnie and found him sitting at a low table in the dimly lit bar area. A wide smile stretched across your lips as you got closer to him but that smile disappeared when you saw the beautiful blonde in a short tight dress sitting across from him.

“There she is. Hey baby.” He waved and turned to the blonde and said, “you’re in her seat, darlin’.”

Your cheeks flamed with anger and your tightly clenched fists rested at your sides with your knuckles showing white.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ya know what? I’ll go. You can have dinner with “legs” here.” You said, turning on your heels and heading for the door.

You heard him call out after you.

“Baby wait! Y/N!”

Suddenly, you felt cold hard metal wrap around your wrist and then your body was being pulled into the coat closet.

“Let go of me, Donnie…NOW!” You yelled.

He shook his head and pressed his lips together in a straight line before saying, “No, I’m not letting go until you tell me what the hell that was all about, sweetheart.”

He gazed down at you with his sky blue eyes, standing close enough to you that you were sharing the same air and because he was holding onto you with his mechanical arm, he couldn’t feel how hot your skin was from the pent up anger you’ve been holding on to for awhile now.

“I don’t like lookin’ like a fool, Donald! How do you think that makes me feel when you flirt with other women like that? And that’s not the first time!” You said, sternly.

Still holding onto your wrist, he replied, “They flirt with me, baby. I don’t wanna be rude. Are ya jealous?” He asked calmly.

“I’m not jealous, I’m embarrassed and I am mad at you and I hate myself for it because it’s not like we’ve ever talked about being exclusive or anything, so I know I don’t really have any right to be angry or jealous but...” You said trailing off with tears burning the back of your eyes and turning away from him so he wouldn’t see the tears that were about to spill over and streak down your cheeks.

He let go of your wrist and with his other hand turned your head toward him and tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes.

“Baby, I don’t want you to feel that way. Why would you say that you hate yourself?” He asked.

You inhaled sharply before letting out a long exhale.

“Because…I’ve fallen for you, Donnie.” You whispered. “And I’m afraid you don’t feel the same way because of the way you are always flirting with other women in front of me.”

Your tears had spilled over.

“Well, number one that’s no reason to hate yourself, I am pretty easy to fall for. It’s the accent isn’t it.” He said with a smug smile on his face as you rolled your eyes. But his tone changed as he said, “I really don’t mean to flirt back, I am just tryin’ be polite, darlin’ but I’ll do better because…I’ve fallen for you too, Y/N.” He said, brushing the tear away from your cheek.

Shaking his head, he said. “I don’t hear the L-word very often. But that is what you meant, right?”

You snaked your arms around his neck and gave him a warm smile.

“Yes Donnie, that’s what I meant.” You said and gently pressed your lips to his. “I do love you, ya know when you’re not sitting with hot blondes in tight dresses.”

He let out a little laugh.

“Your ass is the only one I wanna look at in a short tight dress. I love you, sweetheart.” He said.

You pulled him into a tight embrace and Donald winced in pain.

“Easy darlin’, I got shot today.” He said with a slightly wicked smile.

Your mouth dropped as you lifted his shirt and saw the bloody bandage on his oblique but it didn’t look bad.

“Is this what you meant earlier when you said you had a ‘bad day!!?’” You asked with concern in your voice.

He captured your lips again, his were warm and firm as his tongue parted your lips to tangle with yours. The bristles of his beard lightly tickled your cheeks, causing you to giggle. His mechanical hand gripped your waist tightly, pulling you flush with him while his other hand tangled in your hair.

He winked and gave you a sly smile, showing off his gold tooth. “It’s just a flesh wound, baby. C’mon, I’ll tell ya all about it over dinner.”

Tagging: @munsonownsmyass @ilovewhiteroses (I know you ladies love Boyd also) feel free to ignore 🤣

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hiii there! i saw ur matchup is open, soooo if you don't mind, i'd like to request a romantic matchup for my hero academia 💕

🌟 i'm 22 years old. my pronouns are she/her

🌟 i like studying and learning new things! my favorite fields to stusy are linguistics, human behaviour, and society.

🌟 i tend to get lost in my head often. like, if we have a conversation, i often reply to you... in my head. so i say less than i think. however! if we're very, very close... this would be different. i'd talk a lot if i feel like i'm safe and comfortable with you

🌟 i also loveeeee physical contacts (only with someone i love, tho). i love hugging, cuddling, holding hand, and biting 🐈🐈

🌟 i am protective!! i always take care of people i love.

🌟 i can be... childish. i love cartoons, animation movies, plushies, toys, and coloring books. my voice (as many told me) also sounds like a child. which makes some people made a mistake regarding my age..

🌟 i love making people i love happy. usually, i do this by saying something stupid so they'd laugh (which, this is why some people call me an airhead).

🌟 i'm afraid of mean people, loud noises, and abusive people. if someone is raising their voice while talking to me, my mind would automatically go to flight-or-fight response.

i think that's all. omg i hope this is not too long. if it is, i'm so sorry.

thank you so much. have a nice day 💕

Thank you so much for your request and I am so sorry that this has been sitting in the inbox for so long! I do how that you like your match-up!

Tw: None

I match you with.............

Sero Hanta

Childish. Look at this man's face and tell me that he isn't childish in some way, shape, or form. The man cracks jokes, pokes the bear that is Katsuki Bakugo and lives to talk about it, and is overall, a pretty optimistic guy through and through, even in the hardest of times.

As soon as you two are together, this only amplifies, especially when you are both in the same room as one another. The literal life of the party is brought to 1-A through the both of you, and yes, he will feed into the childish antics.

You can fully expect this man to join you in decked out pajamas (with snacks, this man knows the assignment) and will chill with you and you both will be watching cartoons into the dead of night, or even on Saturday mornings. It's one of his favorite moments to look forward too. And yes, he will be bringing coloring books with the amazing 64 pack of crayola crayons with the built in sharpener on the back. The man colors in style.

He may not look it at times, but the man is very keen on how you are feeling at any given time, especially when things start getting too loud and out of hand (*cough* Bakugo *cough*), and if he can't diffuse the situation, he is quick to at least get you out of the chaos until it all dies down. While he does cause some of his own mischief that leads to said chaos, he cares more about your well being and making sure that you are taken care of.

This man is all about physical touch and seeing just how much you love it, expect this man to always have an arm at least draped over you, holding you close. If you're walking down the hallway, arm on you or holding your hand. Watching a movie, he has you cuddled up next to him. Sleeping? Any way that you are comfortable is just fine with him. Big spoon, little spoon, any kind of cuddle. If you're down, so is he.

Even if you do get lost in your own head at times, he still loves you. It's like a little extra quirk that you have that he finds adorable and he is someone who is very understanding about it all. If you apologize, he'll just give a laugh and brush it off. He thinks it's cute.

Overall, you and Sero can literally just exist in any space and it's the perfect space. Cuddles on a rainy day while watching cartoons surrounded by little plushies that he has gotten you after going through at least 3 coloring books, you couldn't ask for anything more.

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This is a fine mess we're in Pt. 1 (Henry Standing Bear x Reader)

•• OMG IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I WROTE ANYTHING! I am happy to see others getting into Longmire 👀 and that may have sparked something in me to write this yesterday. I hope you all enjoy! 🥰••

One thing that was nice about living in Durant, was the stillness at night. Even for a small city like Durant was. Tonight was a quiet July Saturday night, and Henry had the ceiling fans on high to try and keep air moving throughout the bar. The sounds of the crickets and cicadas outside were almost drowning out the music coming from the jukebox in the far corner. You and Henry were busy cleaning up the bar. On Saturday nights The Red Pony closed at 2, but you both usually stayed another hour or so to get it cleaned up before leaving. Well, at least before you left. Henry lived above the bar. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him pause and look at the clock.

“Go on home, (y/n). I can finish this in the morning.” You’d been working for the man for three years, and every Saturday night he pulled the same trick. He never finished it in the morning. It was forgotten about until Tuesday and you both had to rush to finish cleaning before you opened. You’d only let that happen a few times.

“Henry, you know damn well I ain’t doing that.” You smiled with a grunt as you flipped a chair onto a table. “It will be easier just to finish it now.” Henry didn’t have time to give a smart remark as you both jumped at the doors being swung open so hard they crashed into the walls, cracking some picture frames. A man rounded the corner.

“Hey! The bar’s closed! Sorry buddy!” You stated, looking him over. He looked like he’d gone through the wringer. His hair was jetting out every which way and he was caked in sweat. He put his hand up on the doorframe to the bar room and stumbled forward. A bloody handprint was left behind.

“I think y’all are gonna do what I tell ya.” He smirked. You took a fearful step back as he pulled out a gun from the back of his pants. While lifting his jacket you could see that he’d been shot in the lower abdomen. That explained the bloody hand. He quickly pointed it at Henry. “Now you, Cheyenne. Get over there. You too.” You and Henry complied with his order, going to stand beside the Jukebox. He motioned with his gun as he walked behind the bar. “Down on the ground, both of ya.” You crouched before leaning up against the Jukebox.

At the same time, the music shifted to a much louder song and the man snarled, showing his blood-stained teeth. “Shut that piece of junk off!” You hated seeing how your hand shook as you reached around to the other side to unplug it. Being so close to everyone at the Sheriff’s Department, you thought you’d be more than prepared for this type of scenario. You were wrong.

“What do you want?” Henry asked defiantly. His voice stayed as strong as ever. He might have been doing it for your benefit. He probably saw how scared you were. “Just take the money in the cash register and leave.” Henry dictated that last word in a much harsher tone. He laughed.

“I just hit the biggest bank in Durant, I don't need your money.” He picked up the phone before starting to dial a number. “We’re gonna have ourselves a little hostage situation. Long as that dumbass Sheriff gets me what I want, we’ll all go on our merry way and never see each other again.” He flicked his eyes upwards. “Now, just sit there and shut up.”

It was a tense few minutes of silence before the man finally started talking again. You wish he would utter his name so you didn’t have to keep referring to him as the man. It was getting kind of old.

“Yes, Deputy Ferguson, you can help me. See, I just robbed the City of Durant bank. I’d like for you to tell your boss that I’ve got two hostages down at the Indian bar by the Reservation and if my demands ain’t met, well, someone’s gonna get shot.” He shot the screen of the jukebox, just above your head, and you screamed. Glass and sparks showered over the top of you, Henry putting himself between you and the falling debris.

“Are you alright?” He whispered. “Were you cut anywhere?” You gulped down a lump of fear before you could respond.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You somehow found yourself able to let out a low chuckle. “I guess I should’ve let you finish cleaning.” Henry wrapped an arm around your back and gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before pulling you closer to him. He pressed you right against his side. Despite the situation, you could almost feel the blush spread across your face. Henry’s eyes never left the man behind the bar, even as the lights from Walt’s bronco came through the windows, you could hear his siren blaring.

“Walt will get him. If he can not, then I will.”

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Aesthetics

Summary: All you want this weekend is for Eddie to notice you at the Corroded Coffin concert. Luckily, you are hard to miss. 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (Girly Girl)

Warnings: AFAB Reader. I really don't think there's anything else, but please let me know if there's anything I should add.

*I am aware that Promises came out in 1999, but I think it fits so well, so we're all just gonna pretend a little.*

Notes: Any comments are appreciated. And there will be a taglist at the end if anyone would like to be added. You can also access the taglist to add yourself here.

You and Eddie could not be more different, he was all jeans and leather and metal while you were all florals and lace. Yet over your time at Hawkins High, you had found yourself drawn into his circle and you didn’t want to leave. 

Sure it was confusing seeing you dressed in your floral skirts and cardigans seated next to Eddie in his leather jacket and Hellfire Club shirt during lunch. Your nose tucked into a book or focused on the sketchpad in front of you while the guys around you joked and were gross, as teenage boys did. Eddie always kept the ick factor to a minimum if he could, not wanting to scare you off. 

Eddie noticed the looks you were given as people passed by your table during lunch or when they saw you talking to him in the hallway. You said that you didn’t notice them and Eddie wanted to believe you, but that little nugget of doubt in his brain made him worry that one day you would get tired of being an outcast and leave his world forever. 

You weren’t stupid, of course you had noticed the stares but you ignored them. Why should it matter what other people thought? You were happy to hang out with Eddie and the gang. They made you feel accepted, and they were a great group of people, sure, they were a bit weird, but who wasn’t weird in their own way?

On Saturdays, Eddie had band practice and he always invited you to join and listen in. 

��This way you don’t have to worry about fitting in at a concert. Unless you have a secret metal side you haven’t shown me yet.” Eddie said, nudging your arm. 

You laughed and pushed him back, “I might surprise you one of these days. But I appreciate the thought.” 

Eddie rubbed his neck, “You don’t have to do that, I think your style is cute.”You blushed at that, “Thank you.”

That had been at one of the first practices you had gone to, almost a year ago. Now you were a permanent fixture at the Hideout while the guys worked through their songs, adjusting what needed to be fixed, and workshopped new songs. You even helped them with lyrics when they would get stuck, it didn’t happen often, but every once in a while, Eddie’s creativity stalled. 

Now, you were reading your book, tapping your toe to the beat of the music coming from the speakers. As you listened to the music, your mind began to wander, not focusing on the book at all. The band had a gig coming up the next weekend and you were wanting to surprise Eddie by showing up. 

You wanted to see what Eddie looked like up on the stage, when he was totally and completely himself, not a care in the world. You had seen him plenty of times at practice, but you figured that seeing him at the concert would be truly breathtaking. 

Saturday nights after band practice, you and Eddie always had movie nights. Tonight you had gotten to pick the movie and as Eddie made himself comfortable on the couch, you pulled out Ladyhawke from your purse. 

“Hope you made the popcorn before getting comfy, you know I always burn it.” You said as you went to put the VHS player. 

Eddie groaned and rolled off the couch, grumbling as he made his way to the kitchen, “Just because you don’t know how to make microwave popcorn doesn’t mean I have to make it all the time. How are you ever going to learn?”

You laughed, “I don’t want to waste all your popcorn. Now hurry up, I want to start the movie soon!”

Eddie stood in the kitchen, getting the popcorn ready. He poured it into a bowl before adding seasoning salt and shaking it to coat all the pieces. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” Eddie said under his breath as he brought the bowl out and placed it in your already outstretched hands. 

Grabbing the bowl from Eddie, you waited for him to sit down before you leaned into his side, placing the bowl on his thigh and snagging a few pieces before grabbing the remote and pressing play. 

Eddie placed his arm around you, pulling you into him, a position that you had been in so many times before. So why did it feel different this time? Why did your heart flutter and your stomach feel like there were butterflies in it? 

You didn’t know it, but Eddie was wondering the same things. How could something that was so routine for you both feel so different. The feeling of having you leaning against him just stirred something inside him. Maybe it was just how comfortable you seemed to be, snuggling into his side, or maybe it was that he could smell the tropical shampoo you used. Everything about tonight just seemed different. 

Eddie held you as you watched the movie, laughing as Matthew Broderick’s character, Phillipe or The Mouse, tried to gain Navarre’s trust, only to be shut down. He watched as you gasped when it was revealed that the hawk was actually Isabeau, Navarre’s one true love, and when you learned that Navarre transformed into a black wolf as the moon rose. 

You jumped when Navarre got caught by the wolf trapper and buried your head into Eddie’s side. He pulled you in closer and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. You peeked out to see if the danger was over and sighed with a slight smile as Phillipe and Navarre made it back to the river banks. 

The movie continued and you were on pins and needles learning about how the curse could be broken and how Navarre brazenly ignored all the advice he was given, opting to charge ahead and try to kill the bishop. His attacks only stopped when he thought Isabeau had been killed. 

At that moment you gasped and tears sprung to your eyes, “No! She can’t die! The curse will never be broken now!” 

Eddie chuckled against you, “There’s still time, maybe something will happen.” 

You nodded, hopeful, as the music swelled and it was revealed that Isabeau was still alive. Navarre and Isabeau confronted the bishop under the darkness of the solar eclipse, both in their human form and broke their curse. 

As the credits rolled, you smiled and turned to Eddie, “That was really good, thanks for watching it with me.”

“Anytime Sweetheart.” Eddie said, getting up to take the popcorn bowl to the kitchen, “Are you sticking around to watch another movie? It’s not too late.”

You looked at the clock on the wall, seeing the hands pointing to 10:50. “Alright, but you pick this time!”

Eddie came out of the kitchen, “Ok, but while I rewind this and pick the next movie, you’re on popcorn duty.” 

You groaned and held out your hands for Eddie, “Help me up first, and then I’ll think about making popcorn.”

Eddie moved in front of you and wrapped his hands around yours before gently pulling you up. He didn’t take a step back as you steadied yourself and you found yourself chest to chest with him, looking up into his eyes, it was like you were stuck there in that moment. 

“Eddie.” you breathed out, voice barely above a whisper. 

Eddie’s hand came up to brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, before his fingers found your chin, holding you there. 

You both found yourselves leaning towards each other, lost in each other. The world vanished around you as Eddie’s lips ghosted over yours, before

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG.

The sound of the clock on the wall made the two of you jump. You cleared your throat and moved past Eddie towards the kitchen. 

“You should.. I mean, if you want to… You should pick the next movie?” You said, moving around him and into the kitchen, not sure what had just happened. 

Eddie nodded, his eyes still slightly clouded and brows furrowed, “Yeah, right. I’ll pick.”

As you started the microwave, you leaned against the counter waiting for the popping to stop. You thought about how close Eddie had been to you, the way that you felt the shadow of his lips on yours. You brought your hand up to your lips trying to replicate the softness that you had felt, but it didn’t feel the same. 

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the microwave was almost done, so when it beeped you jumped slightly, being brought back to the present moment. You pulled the bag out of the microwave and shook it before opening it up and pouring it into the bowl. 

You walked out to the living room with the bowl of popcorn to see Eddie lounging on the couch as the previews rolled. 

“I think I did an ok job this time, didn’t see too many burned pieces, there’s some there, but not as many as normal!” You told him, proud of your achievement. 

Eddie smiled at you, “Proud of you, now come get comfy, the movie is almost ready to start.”

You handed him the bowl and went to sit in your normal spot on the couch, only to find Eddie’s legs in your way. 

“You gonna move or do I need to sit on them?” You asked, looking from Eddie’s legs to his face and back. 

“Well, I did choose a scarier movie, I figured you might want to cuddle for protection.” Eddie said with a wink and cocky grin. 

You paused and shot Eddie a playful glare, “You know I’m a baby when it comes to scary movies! You did this on purpose!”

Eddie grabbed your hands and pulled you onto the couch between his legs, “I absolutely chose this movie on purpose.” 

You didn’t know how to respond to that, so you just gave a shy smile and relaxed into Eddie’s chest as the beginning of Friday the 13th came on. 

As the movie played, you found yourself turning into Eddie more and more often as the carnage continued. You would peek out during the moments of calm, but as soon as Jason would come out, your head was planted into Eddie’s arm or chest. 

Every time you would hide in Eddie, his arms would tighten around you. He knew you didn’t like scary movies, but after what had happened earlier, he wanted to see if he could press his luck a little, and so far it was working. He found it adorable that you would hide in his body, that you found comfort in him. He wanted to press a kiss to your forehead, but restrained himself, opting instead to give you another squeeze.

“We can watch something else if you want?” Eddie asked.

You shook your head against him, “No, this is ok, I’ll make it through.”

Eddie laughed lightly, “You sure, you haven’t even watched like half of the movie.”

You looked up at him, “I've watched plenty of it! All the important bits, just not the killing parts.”

This time you laughed with Eddie and then turned back to the tv. 

The rest of the movie went about the same, but at one point you just opted to stay turned towards Eddie. As the movie played on, you found your eyelids getting heavier as sleep claimed you for the night. 

When Eddie noticed that you had fallen asleep, he couldn’t help the grain that broke out on his face. He gave you a squeeze before returning his attention to the screen as the rest of the movie played, his chest feeling warmer with some sort of unspoken emotion.

You had made it through the next week unscathed, the thoughts of what had happened at Eddie’s playing in your head over and over again. That almost moment that had happened, you falling asleep in his arms, waking up in his bed, they never went away, you were honestly surprised you didn’t get in trouble for all the day dreaming you had done. 

But none of that mattered now as you stood in front of the mirror in your room, looking at your outfit. Your parents were away on a weekend trip and had left you money to buy food, but you had put it to better use. 

You pulled at the fabric against your skin, you had never been in something this tight or revealing. The black ripped jeans you were wearing clung to your legs and accentuated every curve you wished you had, and the floral shirt that you had cut the neckline to was hanging dangerously low off your shoulder. 

The person that you saw in your reflection looked like a completely different person, but you weren’t upset about it. You just had to keep your confidence high so you wouldn’t back out. 

You had managed to do just that until you got into The Hideout and saw how many people were there to see Corroded Coffin. They were all there in their leather jackets or their all black outfits and you felt like you stuck out like a sore thumb. You knew you should have bought a different shirt, but you couldn’t find any that you had been comfortable with. 

Even so, you took your place at the bar and ordered a Coke to sip on while you listened and waited for the right time to make your presence known to Eddie. 

It didn’t take long for the band to come out and for the crowd to go absolutely wild for them. You were glad that they had amassed such a strong following, it made you happy to see that all of their hard work had paid off. 

About halfway through the set, you noticed your chance, a hole had opened up closer to the stage and you seized your opportunity to get closer. You didn’t mind the volume of the music, you were absolutely mesmerized by seeing Eddie play to the crowd. He had a glow about him, which you were sure came directly from him, not the stage lights shining down on him, and he just looked so in his element. 

As one of their last songs finished, you cheered and screamed along with the crowd and Eddie’s eyes swept over the crowd, connecting with whoever he could. You felt slightly nervous as he looked you in the eyes, you could see his face go from confusion to elation as he realized who you were and he quieted the crowd with a motion of his arms.

“I want to thank everyone who has come out tonight! We appreciate you supporting us, but there’s someone in this crowd who is super special to me, and I want to welcome her to her first official Corroded Coffin show! Everyone give it up to the most important person in my life, Y/N!” Eddie gestured to you in the crowd and the people around you turned to look at you before cheering for you, some even giving you hugs and welcoming you to the show. 

Your face burned red when Eddie pointed you out and you stuck your tongue out at him, “Rude!” 

Eddie just laughed before turning back to his bandmates and talking for a moment before turning back around. 

“So this next song we’ve been working on for a while, it’s a cover, but it doesn’t really fit with our sound that much, but seeing as we have a special guest here tonight, would you guys be ok if we played it for them and you all?” Eddie asked the crowd, smiling again when he got a cheer. 

You heard the count off and the intro to Promises by Def Leppard started and you looked at Eddie who was already looking at you. You smiled at him and began singing along with him. 

Last night I was blown away 

I said a million things I'd never say 

I was knocked right down, it got to me 

Gonna get me some of your chemistry

You had always loved this song and made Eddie listen to it with you almost every day. As you listened to the words, you started to feel the words hitting closer to you. 

I won't make promises that I can't keep 

I won't make promises that I don't mean 

I'll even mean the things I tell you in my sleep, yeah 

I won't make promises babe, that I can't keep

You smiled as the song continued and watched as Eddie poured his heart into the song. 

Oh my my, I lost control 

I told you everything, I said it all 

You came right out and said to me 

"Gonna get me some of your honesty"

As Eddie got more into the song, his eyes closed and his fingers danced over the strings to his guitar. When he finally opened them, his eyes met yours and he broke out into a smile. 

You smiled back at him and continued singing along with the music. 

As the song came to a close, you cheered and screamed with the rest of the crowd and Eddie grinned and gave a bow, “Thank you for letting us take a little detour. We’ve got about two more songs left and then we’re out of here till the next show!”

The crowd cheered again and the band started up their next song. 

The person next to you nudged you, “Seems like he’s got a thing for you, they don’t usually play that sappy shit for just anyone.” 

You laughed, “Eddie? No, we’re just friends. Been friends for a while now.”

They shrugged, “If you say so, but I wouldn’t dedicate that song to just a friend.”

You laughed again and went back to focusing on the music. 

As Corroded Coffin finished their last song, you cheered with the crowd, feeling the rush go through you as the band left the stage. 

You started back towards the bar, you felt a hand on your wrist and you slowly turned around. 

“Hey Sweetheart, where you going?” Eddie looked at you, sweaty and smiling. 

You smiled back at him, “I was going to head back to the bar, wanna buy a girl a drink?”

Eddie pretended to think about it for a moment, “Well, I usually only buy drinks for the groupies that we have, you know, in hopes to get them to come home with me.”

You knew he was joking, but you couldn’t deny that even that seemed to hurt a bit more than usual, but you laughed and gave Eddie a push, “Well then, looks like I’m buying my own drink.” 

Eddie’s face fell a little before he placed his arm in yours, “Well, I might not be taking you home tonight, but I can still buy that drink for you, as a thank you for coming out to the show.” 

As you both made it to the bar, you reached up on your tiptoes and gave Eddie a kiss on the cheek before whispering in his ear, “Who said you weren’t taking me home?”

Eddie froze as you leaned back before he got a wolfish grin on his face, “Is that so Princess? Here I was thinking you couldn’t surprise me anymore than you did by showing up, but here you are playing games as well.” 

You both ordered your drinks and you leaned back on the bar looking at Eddie, giving him your best innocent eyes, “Games? What games? I’m just talking with my good friend after his amazing show.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed at you before he leaned towards you, getting a hair's breadth away from you, holding eye contact. You felt your heart rate pick up as you maintained eye contact, your breath came out faster and you saw Eddie’s eyes drop to your lips before he licked his own lips and leaned back from you, drink in his hand, and let out a pleased hum. 

“So, what did you think of your first show?” Eddie asked, changing the topic.

You cleared your throat, trying to regain composure, “It was really good Eddie, I’m a little upset that I waited so long to come to an official show.” 

Eddie nodded, “That’s fair, but better late than never. Did we make a metal head out of you tonight?”

You gave a slight giggle, “You might have started the transformation, I think I’ll need to come to more shows before I can be called a metal head for real.”

Eddie shrugged and reached a hand out to touch your shirt, “Speaking of transformation, this is a new look for you.”

You felt the blush creep up your cheeks, “It’s nothing that different, I just wanted to fit in a little bit better, but I still felt out of place, this floral in a sea of leather and denim? I stuck out like a sore thumb.”

Eddie was still playing with your sleeve, “But paired with those jeans, you look like a goddess, perfect mix of hard and soft, like a random thunderburst during the perfect summer day.” 

Your cheeks were burning and you tucked your head to keep his gaze off of you, but you were stopped by a hand under your chin. 

“I mean it Y/N, you’re beautiful, I try to tell you every time I see you, even if you don’t believe me.” Edd said, hand still on your chin.

You tried to respond, but no words came out for a few seconds, “What do you mean you try to tell me?”

This was the first time Eddie had seemed shy all night, “I try to tell you every day, but I scare myself, I don’t want you to think I’m weird.Like what if I tell you you’re beautiful and you don’t like it and then you don’t want to be around me because I made you uncomfortable.”

You felt yourself laugh, “Eddie, of course I’m going to think you’re weird, but I already thought you were weird, we both are, that’s why we get along so well. But as for calling me beautiful, I wouldn’t have thought you were weird for that. In fact it might have helped speed things along.”

Eddie looked at you with confusion clearly evident, “Speed what thi-”

He was cut off as you pulled him closer to you, running your hand up his cheek before getting your fingers tangled in his hair and closing the distance between the two of you and finally connecting your lips. 

Eddie’s hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

When you both broke the connection, you looked up at Eddie through hooded eyes, “As much as I loved that, I think you said something about taking me home?” 

Eddie let out a small laugh, “I think what was actually said was, ‘Who said you weren’t taking me home?’ And you were the one that said that.”

You rolled your eyes, “You want to split hairs on this one, or do you want to take me home?”

Eddie grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, giving you another kiss, “Option B please.”

“Lead the way, lover boy.” You said as Eddie grabbed your hand and all but dragged you out of the building, to his van waiting outside.

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[aphroditeslesbian]

Honestly, pretending that Christians don't think god is male is just pathetic. That's just factually incorrect. You can reinterpret your emotional support book all you want, that does not change what is actually in it, and what has actually been done with it historically.

Get help. Learn to read. Stop fooling yourself, your cult ain't cute. It is a cult of woman hatred.

And before there's another long rant as though I'm pulling this out of my ass... I studied the bible at school since kindergarten. I've been indoctrinated since before I could fully read. I live in an extremely religious country, where religious tradition is commonplace and expected.

Don't try to pass off your new agey version of an asexual agender god as the absolute truth when you KNOW 99.9999% of christians do not have this interpretation in mind. It's just so fucking disingenuous and ignorant of basic reality... It shows what a fanatic you are, and to what great lengths you'll bend reality to for jesus... You know, the male son to the male god who, as per your precious book, was placed into Mary. Did she have a choice? Did she really?

"Came unto" can be interpreted as came upon, came over, entered, overtook. Don't pretend your personal favorite bible translation is absolute. Mary was TOLD she would bear the male god's male child by an angel. She was not asked, she was informed. Be honest. You know this is what you were taught as well. If it wasn't, then you are part of a small, very specific Christian community. This is what I learned in Catholic church, this is what I learned in Sunday school, this is what I learned in Seventh Day Adventist church, this is what I learned in Saturday school, this is what I was taught at SDA primary, secondary, and high school as well.

Just because they reframe it and pass along the interpretation that Mary was told she had been impregnated by the holy ghost and she rejoiced, the truth is she was informed by a male coded creature that she was to bear a child that wasn't hers. She was a child and had never had sex and she had no choice.

Also I don't think you wanna be claiming one particular translation and interpretation as absolute when it comes to the bible at all, considering the sort of deeply misogynistic stories present in that hunk of trash. It's all fun and games when we're all "love thy neighbor" or whatever the fuck, but please go ahead and spend some time explaining how woman positive [these passages] are.

Just because the bible isn't 100% about how bad and evil and gross and wrong and sinful and disgusting women are, it doesn't make it okay that so much of it dismisses women altogether.

Also please, the praise of Mary as a perfect holy being because she took a pregnancy she never chose, and bore a child she never wanted, and bowed her head, and said she was happy about it doesn't make the bible woman positive. It makes it propaganda for women to take their marital rape with a closed mouth and nobility, so that maybe they'll be remembered as beautiful, chaste, perfect martyrs as well.

Don't get me started on the concept of virginity that surrounds Mary and how it is used to degrade and control women.

Christians/new agey godly types often twist reality of the religious beliefs they claim to adhere to, so I truly hope your very very very male god keeps you warm at night, and that you'll at least start being honest about what you believe in, rather than making excuses for it. If you wanna be in a cult, go all out, don't pretend to hold out. It's even worse than just being outspoken about the inherent misogyny of your religion, because you fool other women into buying into your bullshit. Just be fucking honest.

[fallingforel]

Can you write something angst with prompts 104 and 105 with brad simpson? like there’s proof he’s cheating but it’s fake but y/n doesn’t know if she should believe him cuz he’s been acting sus lately

a/n once again so sorry its taken me ages to write this, I hope this is something you wanted. Lots of love and on with the showww.

PROMPT 104 & 105: "I'll be there in a few minutes." & "You're not going anywhere"

words: 612, but the other bits makes up for it.

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DAILY MAIL

MONDAY 4TH SEPTEMBER

BRAD AND Y/N OVER FOR GOOD?

On saturday, Brad Simpson was pictured out without fiancee Y/n Y/L/N. Loved up on A yacht with another woman. With the two expected to marry sometime next year, although that looks out the window now. considering brad was pictured kissing someone that was seemingly not Y/n. could the twos engagement off for good?

Following saturdays events Y/n was pictured walking out in London engagement ring free while wearing an upset expression on her face. Could this be the end for the happy couple?

We are still waiting on comments from both Brad and Y/n's team. Could this be the end for the happy couple or could we be hearing wedding bells in a few months?

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SUNDAY 3rd september

TWITTER

username1 you can't be serious. cheating on my girl Y/n like that. She's gorgeous. So kind as well. Brad fumbled when he got with that girl last night. Punching when he got with Y/n. Brad man sort yourself out.

username2 I've said before Y/n deserves so much better than Brad. last night proved that

↳username3 wait what happened I'm so confused

↳username2 Brad simpson, cheated on Y/n L/n yesterday on a yacht. Daily mail made an article on it. heres the photo

↳username3 that's not brad though. he doesn't look like that whatsoever. When did we start believing the dailyfail? all these news outlets aren't true. Unless it comes from the people themselves.

↳username4 🙌🙌

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wiping my tears I got off the bed wandering down to talk to brad about the photo that had just surfaced on twitter of brad. Bought to light by the daily mail of him kissing someone

"Yeah I'm coming right over now. I'll be there in a few minutes" Brad said to someone over the phone. I didn't know who it was. presumably the girl he was with on saturday when he went out and said he was with Tris and con but their stories on instagram lacked Brad.

"You're not going anywhere" I said hurt lacing my voice

"Yes I am. You're not my mother. You're not the boss of me Y/n I can do whatever I damn well please" he says getting up from the sofa but I block him from doing so.

"You aren't going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck this is Brad because I've had enough of your bullshit lies that you keep spitting at me" I say chucking the phone at him.

he sits there for a while staring at the photos scrolling through the daily mail article that spouted about this morning.

"Y/n this isn't me. I told you I was with Connor and Tristan yesterday. How can you think this is me. It's not. and since when did you start believing the daily mail anyway?"

"Yeah sure it isn't. of course you were with Connor and Tristan where their stories lack sight of you. I was at home planning our wedding which is not to mention in a few months while you were out kissing another girl. Not to mention you were on a yacht, that was supposed to be me." I say pulling the star studded 6 carat diamond ring off placing it in his hand

"You can't be serious Y/n"

"I am. I'll be back tomorrow with my mum to get my stuff, I expect it packed, it's the least you could do. We're over, don't think about texting or calling your numbers already been blocked."

I say grabbing my handbag and keys walking out the door and setting off to my mums house where I would reside for god knows how long.