#🏷.uh oh

[callsign-rogueone]

change of plans

Liam Mairi x reader words: 1.6k 🏷: no book spoilers. she/her reader who Imogen calls a "girl" once. technical part three to the spider and one too many, but can be read as a standalone. these two are getting closer to getting together... I'm on hour 22 of this headache, and it made me think... ✨ riders getting migraines from using their signets too much ✨ and our sweet boy just needs to be taken care and cuddled of for once.

“Good morning, soft one.”

You groan, turning over and burying your face in your pillow. “Too early. Come back in an hour.”

She makes a sound like a laugh. “I thought you wouldn’t want to miss breakfast.”

You blink through the sleepiness, realizing how hungry you are. Did you eat dinner last night? How did you get back from the tavern? Maybe that whole thing was just one of those weird dreams you have when you’re a little too tired — you’re still recovering from that terrible virus that had swept through the quadrant earlier this month. But you must have been completely exhausted if you fell asleep still in your daytime clothes. You’re incredibly picky about that — you don’t even like to sit on your bed in anything you’ve worn outside your room.

And why does it smell like… man in here? Oh, gods…

“Yes, this is your own bed,” she says before you can ask. “And no, you didn’t sleep with anyone. Deigh’s boy walked you back here and made sure you were safe. We are in his debt.”

Deigh’s boy… oh, gods, she means Liam.

You still can’t believe that you fell asleep in your flight jacket. How drunk were you? You yawn into a too-long sleeve, pulling it back and inspecting it. Well, that’s definitely the source of the cologne smell. Oh, shit. Is this Liam‘s jacket?

“Indeed it is. I suggest you freshen up before returning it to him.”

You flop down against the pillow again, groaning. 

“I’ve had enough riders to know that you need hot food after a night like that. And coffee. Up you get.”

She’s right. You scrape yourself out of bed, going through the motions of a shower and heading down to the cafeteria for breakfast, Liam’s jacket draped over your arm in case you run into him there. Hot food does indeed make you feel better, but you don’t see him there, nor any of his usual companions.

You’ll try the gym, maybe. A guy as muscled as him has to be spending his weekend mornings training, too. 

You spot Imogen first, taking a breath before you approach her — she’s intimidating as hell. The twin daggers in her hands don’t help.

“Hi. Uh, is Liam around?”

You regret the question instantly as she looks you up and down shamelessly, unamused. You shouldn’t have assumed she’d know where he was — yeah, they’re friends, but not all Tyrrish move in packs. They aren’t really allowed to, outside of the common areas, anyway. 

You’ve always thought that was a bullshit rule. 

She finishes inspecting you, turning her head and yelling for him. “Liam! There’s a pretty girl here to see you!”

You burn with embarrassment, thankful that the gym isn’t too crowded. At least it’s a reassurance that you’ve cleaned up well enough if she called you pretty. That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever heard her say. 

Liam appears in a split second, out of breath and a little sweaty as he smiles at you. “Hey! I’m glad you’re okay.”

Imogen leaves before you can thank her, clearly not deeming this conversation worth her time. 

“I wanted to return this,” you begin carefully, “and to thank you for getting me back to my room in one piece, and to apologize for whatever dumb stuff I probably said last night when I was super out of it. I swear that’s never happened before, and I won’t let it happen again.”

“Nothing too dumb,” he says, but there’s a twinkle in his eye that tells you otherwise. “And it’s not a problem at all. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

You said that already, Deigh reminds him dryly. 

There’s an awkward pause. You rock back and forth on your heels, Liam rubbing the back of his neck — both wondering who should speak next, and what to say. 

He tries something first. “Do you want to study with me for the physics test tomorrow night?”

You weren’t expecting that. 

“Sure,” you squeak. “Meet you after dinner?”

“Sounds good,” he manages, looking like he wasn’t expecting you to say yes.

As if you’d ever decline an invitation to do anything with Liam Mairi. 

You offer him another smile. “Thank you again, really. I’ll get out of your hair now — your friend is waiting,” you excuse, nodding toward Garrick, who stands twenty feet away, looking impatient. He gives you a slick grin from his corner of the room, raising his eyebrows once. 

Maybe his reputation for being a shameless flirt is true.

Liam manages a goodbye, and waits until you’re out of sight to take a whiff of the jacket — it smells like your perfume.

“You’re down so fucking bad, dude,” Garrick laughs, clapping a hand onto the younger boy’s shoulder. “She’s cute, though. Let me know if it doesn’t work out.”

Liam turns to glare at him. 

“I’m kidding,” he says with a grin. “Not about her being cute — she’s a total catch — but I wouldn’t do that to you. Bro code and shit, y’know.”

Liam still looks unamused.

“You should see the look on your face. You wanna hit me soooo bad. Are we gonna fight, or are you saving your energy for later?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows. 

The jacket is dropped rather unceremoniously as Liam lunges forward, intent on tackling Garrick to the ground — easier said than done. 

“Attaboy,” Garrick laughs, pushing back. “Knew that would get you to stop mooning over her and get back to work.”

Liam blinks, realizing that his friend was just messing with him. His moment of hesitation earns him a swift blow to the stomach, winding him. He doubles over, wheezing. “Fuck, Gare! What was that for?”

Xaden laughs from the sidelines. “It was a clean hit. Be glad he chose not to go for the head — don’t want to bust up that cute little nose before your date.”

Liam groans. “Not you, too.”

“Li’s going on a date? Our baby is all grown up,” Bodhi coos, reaching up to pinch his cheek, but his hand is quickly swatted away. 

“Guys, seriously. We’re just studying.”

“That’s what they all say,” Garrick teases. “But physics can turn into anatomy very quickly if you do it right.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Imogen asks. 

“Sounds like someone’s jealous that I have more game than they do.”

The two of them continue their bickering, showing no signs of stopping any time soon, but Bodhi tries to make peace anyway.

“Hey,” Xaden says, touching his brother’s shoulder gently. “She seems nice. I’m happy for you.”

“She’s great. She… she sees past this, y’know,” he says quietly, looking down at his arm. “Most people don’t.”

“Yeah.” Another small silence. “Wanna fight?”

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You know something is wrong as soon as Liam walks in your door — his usual relaxed and cheery demeanor is gone. His bookbag is dragging him down like an anchor, his shoulders slumped. His eyes squeeze shut for a second as he adjusts to the bright mage light of your room, brighter than the dark hallways. 

He visibly relaxes when you wave a hand to dim it; further evidence of your suspicion. 

“Migraine?” you ask softly.

“Migraine,” he confirms, sounding utterly exhausted and a little embarrassed. “I always get them after Carr’s class. Hurts my eyes to use it too much.”

Poor thing.

“M’sorry,” he mumbles. “Know we were supposed to study tonight, but I feel like shit and I probably wouldn’t be good company. Can’t even think right now.”

“You are always excellent company,” you say gently. “But if you just want to lay down for a while, that’s fine. I feel pretty good about the test, anyway.”

He gives you a few slow blinks in response, like he’s wondering if you mean for him to leave and go lay down in his own room, or…

“C’mere,” you offer, patting your leg and scooting down a little to get more comfortable.

He kicks off his boots, shrugs off his jacket, and climbs up with you without hesitation, resting his head on your stomach and wrapping his arms around your hips with a cute, sleepy sigh, tucking in his legs so that they don’t hang off the bed. 

You bring a hand up to stroke his hair, combing your fingers through the soft blonde strands. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “Feels nice.”

“Did you take medicine? Drink some water?”

He makes a lazy sound of affirmation, muffled by your shirt.

“I’m assuming that’s a yes. I don’t speak mumble,” you tease quietly.

He nods his head yes against your stomach, cuddling into you further with a soft hum.

“Alright, sweet boy. Get some sleep if you can, hm?”

Your hand stills, and he whines softly, complaining that you’d stopped. You shake your head in amusement, starting up again. “Sorry, baby.”

Baby indeed — it must hurt pretty badly for the Liam you know, who’s big and tall and tough, ranked first overall in Emeterrio’s challenges, to be this soft and small, letting someone take care of him. Letting you take care of him.

You feel a little swell of pride that he’s okay being vulnerable with you — you suppose it’s warranted after he’d walked your very inebriated self back home from the tavern two days ago. You can trade embarrassments.

Still, you wish he didn’t have to be in pain to come to you like this, to curl up with you like a fully-grown hound who thinks he’s still a lapdog. It’s adorable.

You stay like this until the sun goes down, petting the soft blonde strands and lightly massaging the base of his neck to relieve the tension, even after he’s sound asleep. When your hand slips from his hair again, it’s because you’ve fallen asleep yourself, comforted by the weight of his body against yours and the slow, deep rhythm of his breathing.

[recaltera]

pretty when you beg

pairing: enzo vogrincic x fem reader

🏷 smut (minors dni) teasing, underwear kink(?), oral (f rec), overstim, orgasm countdown, orgasm control, hard dom enzo and kinda mean enzo if u squint, spitting

a/n: (IMPORTANT!!) hiii this is my first fic ever i hope u like it :D if u wanna i can also translate into spanish so more people can read it. please let me know what u think and if u have any requests let me know in the ask box thingy, i write for everyone in lsdln’s cast. tyvm !! have a good day/night mwah ♡

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deep breaths was all that could be heard, his lips trailing down from your neck to your abdomen. leaving a trail of wet kisses on his way to your clothed cunt.

he kept teasing you tonight, you went out to celebrate your three months together and instead of being all romantic and lovey-dovey, he was whispering the dirtiest things into your ears. but to be honest, you weren’t complaining at all, that’s one of the many things you loved about him, how dirty he could get, even in the most innocent occasions.

— going to fuck you so good tonight, angel.

all you could do was blush and giggle it off.

so here he was kissing your clit through your black laced panties you wore just for him tonight over and over again. it felt so good, yet it wasn’t enough, you needed more.

— enzo, please

he used his thumb to rub over your lips, something he did when he wanted you to open your mouth for him, wether it meant he wanted you to suck him off, or just make you suck in his fingers. however, this time he leaned over to spit in your mouth. and you gladly opened up and swallowed for him.

— shut the fuck up.

you kept bucking your hips into his face, but to no avail cause he ended up pinning you to the mattress, with his slender, pretty fingers sprawled out on your stomach. the fingers you oh so wanted somewhere else. the fingers you had spent HOURS thinking about.

as he was busy making out with your clothed pussy, kissing and sucking here and there, making the lace panties wet with his saliva. you were getting desperate to feel something, anything. you took his fingers into your own hands and guided them where you needed him the most.

— nuh uh, i want you to cum because of my mouth tonight.

you groaned when he finally took your panties off and kissed your inner thighs… slowly. still teasing you.

— fuck please, please, give me something.

and so he did, he kissed your now bare clit and started sucking on it like a desperate, starved man. the sounds he made while eating u out were like music to your ears.

he kept alternating between licks and flicks to your bud until you came, kissing your clit over and over to ride out your high. just to get off the bed and look for your favorite vibrator. he put it on a medium speed and pressed it lightly over your clit making you moan a little too loud from the overstimulation.

— s’too much enzo, no. no. no. no, stop it.

but he knew you didn’t want him to stop, if you did actually want that you would have used your safe word. he knew how fucking greedy you were. how no matter how many times he made you cum, if he wanted you to cum again then that’s what you’d do. you’d do anything to please him. anything for him.

he pressed it harder and started dragging it along your folds only stopping once the toy was on your clit again. he loved seeing your fucked out face, and how just by playing with the bundle of nerves he could get you to look like a mess; legs sprawled out and open for him, cunt red and glistening with your own juices and his spit. it was quite the sight if you asked him.

once you had relaxed and let him have his way with you for a couple of minutes, he used his index finger to put the toy on the highest setting. making the vibrations buzz around your whole body. making you shake because of the pleasure he was providing you.

he knew you were close, he already knew every part of your body, what you liked and what you didn’t. how to make u cum, how to get you on your knees for him, and how you reacted when you were about to hit your orgasm, so without moving the toy away from you, he leaned down, sticking his tongue inside of u going in and out at a fast pace. making you close your legs around his head for that extra feeling. you were so close to the edge, literally about to let go when he says;

— you cant cum until i say so.

he proceeded to begin with his 10 second countdown he loved to do when he wanted you to beg and cry for him. he loved hearing how desperate you were to cum for him. how pretty you looked with tears in your eyes.

“10… 9…”

— m’so close please

you could literally feel the tears in your eyes.

“8… 7… 6…”

— i don’t think i’ll last, please let me cum

“5… 4… 3…“

— please please please

“2…“

— fuck enzo

“1…”

— cum baby, make a mess for me, hm?

you came, you came so fucking hard letting him guide you through it.

— good job, angel. hope you are aware of the fact that we are not finished yet. or is my little doll too dumb to think right now?

he said with a pout on his lips, faking sympathy at your fucked out state. and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want whatever the fuck it was this beautiful man standing in front of you wanted to give you.

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[violetmuses]

Don’t Go Screamin’ - R. Reigns🖤

Fandom: WWE 

Character: Roman Reigns

Love Interest: Female Reader

This Idea 💜

@episodes-ff @expert-texpert @persethegawd @adriennegabriella @fearlesschimera @secretlifeoofmarpessa @mytribalnightmare @adoresmiles @blackgurlnhermoods @babybratzmaraj @luvrsluxe 🏷

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During this special episode of “Smackdown,” timing lined up their annual “Women's Money In Bank Ladder Match” and thousands cheered as the winner raved on screen, grateful to hold this accomplishment. 

In the middle of this deserved celebration, spotlights changed out of nowhere and music switched, thundering beats to cut off everyone. 

“Wait a minute. No! It can’t be.” Commentators scrambled through countless emotions as professionals observed behind the alert table. We’ve heard so many rumors, but it’s finally happening! She’s here. She’s cashing in!” 

Clutching the well-known briefcase, you sprinted down this large ramp and darkened both eyes, ready for war. 

“Take down the winner. Go! You have one chance here. Just go!” Announcers nearly cross-talked over and awaited your possible victory. Even fans yelped back, nearly shrieking in this place. 

“Cover. 1-2-3!” The counting bell rattled out loud and you can’t hear thoughts while falling backwards against this mat. “Holy hell! Meet our new champion, ladies and gentlemen.” 

“I’m here! Who can stop me now?” Standing up once more, you grabbed the championship belt and cheered skyward, feeling invincible.  

“Congratulations to our newest champion! Thank you so much for watching this program. Good night and we’ll return next time.” Announcers pulled one last update to end the broadcast. 

******

For another weekly episode, heroically ominous music pulled various emotions as The Tribal Chief Roman Reigns stood tall, flagged by talented cousins Jimmy and Jey Uso. “Ones” lifted up high as fans elevated greatness on live television. There’s no turning back whatsoever. 

“The Tribal Chief will always exude power..” Announcers welcomed this dynasty with each passing moment. 

Out of nowhere, lighting dropped around the ring and sneaky laughter echoed from shadows with new rhythms, cuing another entrance. 

Once lights brightened again, you appeared ringside in silence, turning everyone’s night upside down. 

“What the hell?” Announcers pulled flabbergasted expressions to heighten this upcoming moment. “Oh my. Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for chaos. She’s back!” 

Sliding into this ring once more, you watched members of The OG Bloodline, noticing when Jimmy and Jey Uso traded glances first. 

Wiseman Paul Heyman covered his mouth in shock, almost terrified that you pulled audacity this evening. 

Soon enough, Tribal Chief Roman Reigns stepped forward, prompting an outright frenzy of screams during this moment. 

Almost towering beyond height, Reigns sported this graphic t-shirt and clothed pants. Sneakers moved along once more. Styling dark hair with a bun, this greying beard welcomed his chiseled face. 

“Be careful, Champ. Roman doesn’t share spotlights.” Commentators pulled their warnings to you again. 

Nearly sizing you up, Roman bit his lip. Even Jimmy and Jey can’t believe what’s going on right now. 

“Before we get to the good stuff, do you even know who I am?” Pulling his Southern accent forward, Reigns almost chuckled through one strong and deep voice. 

“Uh-oh! Our Tribal Chief has spoken. What will you do about it, Champ?” Despite measuring Reigns, commentators still wanted you to help you out and fans offered encouragement. 

“Cat got your tongue, Sweetheart?” Teasing this moment with chances to flirt, Roman went further. 

“Don’t fall for Roman’s charm!” Announcers scrambled once more and thousands of people lost their minds. 

“I saw everything. We saw everything. Gesturing around, Roman still addressed you and this audience cheered even louder. “Last week pulled one of the biggest nights in history.” 

“That’s right. She’s the champion!” Commentary pulled another chance to scope your newest title. 

“Remember that I’m The Tribal Chief.” Roman almost lowered his voice. “Join us.” 

The crowd gasped, waiting for your response. 

“No.” You stood your ground, declining. 

Supportive cheering reached otherworldly decibels. Even when you dropped that microphone down, your music picked back up and spotlights flickered, ending another chapter of this saga. 

*****

“I’lll keep watching her. It was crazy, Uce!” Jimmy Uso huddled with his cell phone and watched your championship match during this new segment. 

“You think Ro likes her?” Jey pulled another question about you and Reigns. Curiosity nagged beyond words. 

“I don’t think so. Flirting’s okay, but Roman acts too selfish.” Jimmy shook his head. 

“Good point. He barely puts up with us.” Jey shrugged, quickly watching your footage once more. 

Moments later, Roman entered the space and welcomed his chance to sit down, joined by Paul Heyman as usual. Fans still cheered through the walls. 

“You good?” Jimmy questioned Reigns. 

“Turn it off.” Roman gestured by Jimmy’s phone. 

Members of the audience booed when Jim’s phone turned silent, but there was no other choice at this time. 

“What’s up?” Jimmy waited. Even his twin brother Jey still looked on. 

“There’s another match. We should go.” Roman faced his cousins, ready to watch your part of the episode tonight. 

“Hold on. No way! We can’t interfere, man.” Jimmy spoke up first. 

“I’m not saying interfere.” Roman corrected his statement. 

“Then what’s going on?” Jimmy scrunched up his face. 

“We just…watch…” Roman almost shrugged. 

“Nah. We run this show, but don’t take the spotlight away from her.” Jimmy looked out for you regardless, especially this time around. 

Jimmy walked off before Roman could respond, closing this segment. 

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“There it is! Another highlight for the Champ.” Announcers welcomed your ongoing victory streak. “Enjoy your celebration.” 

“She’s here!” Fans pulled your slogan once more. 

“USO!” Upbeat yet almost rattling music spiraled thousands out of nowhere and you immediately glanced over. 

Dynamic pair Jimmy and Jey Uso walked down this ramp. Big-time cheering would turn even louder. 

“What’s wrong?” You questioned your “brothers” when this crowd settled. 

“The Tribal Chief’s looking for you.” Jimmy offered the truth. 

“I won’t join your faction. I’ve already refused.” You declined this chance once more. 

“We’re not talking about The Bloodline.” Jimmy explained further. 

“Roman Reigns?! Where did he come from?” Before you could ask more questions, cheering heightened around the venue as commentators expressed shock. 

Towering his muscular build, Roman locked eye contact with you and shadowed power near edges of the crowd. 

“I’m not asking anymore.” His strong voice woke up everyone. 

Joining this ring, Roman passed that microphone elsewhere and sized you up, walking closer until your bodies almost met. 

His famously brown eyes pierced into your soul. 

“The Tribal Chief could plot so much tonight.” Announcers played up fear. 

“You won’t join our team, but I have another idea…” Reigns didn’t even laugh. 

“What?” You’ve asked. 

“Go out with me.” Roman dropped this bombshell. 

“Oh my goodness! What kind of question is that?” Commentators pulled astonishment right back out. 

“Why didn’t you just ask before?” You laugh. Even Jimmy and Jey listened for Roman’s upcoming answer. 

“Never thought I’d say this, but you make me nervous.” For once, this quick smile would brighten Roman’s face as he offered your compliment. 

The crowd swooned everywhere. 

“Why?” You grinned, waiting. 

“Where should I start, y’all?” Roman turned by the audience while still encouraging your presence. Cheering picked right back up. 

“Be careful! We’re still on live television.” Announcers warned Roman no matter what could happen next. 

“You’re talented, badass, and beautiful. Maybe we could…” Reigns trailed, biting his lip once more. 

“Help the family, then we’ll talk.” You understood that power might fall if Roman didn’t stand true on his word. 

Jimmy and Jey saluted, watching you leave this episode on the greatest cliffhanger of all. 

[tihgnari]

ꕤ 48. uh oh

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — lmao uh oh indeed

🏷 i. @rinrinchin @nejibot @viiolettee @katsumikumo @starryeyedkoko @xingqiusliegee @boxdisappeared @lovelyycherries @love6cks @kiyowoir @luvvmeilin @blackberri-jelli @moonlightbqe @kazooms @tricethecharm @lynnforever @kaedear @xiaoisahawtie @crowbird @apotatouwu @xinii @euryrue @aequha​@nuttytani @plinkuro @aixaingela @milesluvrrad @windasteriaa @cherrytomato2 @zannivrs @eishtar @wccycc @ceylestia @sweet-almonds @queenaveryrules @veyu002 @ukinya @adeptusx @x-xxiaos @loveyoutothestars @ssalamanderr

[myysaints]

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ CL16 ꒱ TEAM COLOURS ─ CHARLES LECLERC

CHARLES LECLERC x f!actress!reader

⌗︙・ summary — with one simple instagram story, you blew up the internet. now everyone is eager to know if the rumours are true: is Charles Leclerc really seeing Hollywood's hottest it girl?

genre — social media au, fc irene from red velvet

notes — charles didn't get pole but he did get podium!!!! so here's a gift for all us tifosi's 🥂 also - i'm of east asian ethnicity myself hence why the past 2 smau's have had EA face claims asdfhg but regardless im totally open to doing smau requests for other ethnicities!!! my inbox is open after all haha. anyways i hope u enjoy this one! apologies in advance for the google translated french LOL

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yourusername   screw cowgirls, i’m a car girl 🏎 🏁

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scuderiaferrari   We think you look good in red ❤️

charles_leclerc   I agree yourusername   why thank you charles charles_leclerc  Of course, ma chérie y/nfanpage1   YOOOO WHAT THE-

danielricciardo   Great fun karting with ya on Thurs. You’re not bad – for a rookie 😉

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landonorris   as the kids say, slay ✨

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f1wagupdates   HOT OFF THE PRESS FROM f1anons ON TWITTER 🖤 After a tumultuous start to the season and a breakup from long-term partner Charlotte Sine six months ago, it seems that Charles Leclerc has found love again! The Ferrari driver was seen roaming Melbourne in the days leading up to the Australian GP, and fans have spotted him cozying up to an unknown woman. Neither Leclerc nor Scuderia Ferrari have commented on the situation.

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jamiesgridthots   literally where in the og tweet did it say it was abt charles….

keepittoyaself   Anon straight up said “Sine-ing” off. Who else could it be about? maybeimafool   okay, so here’s the real question: who’s the girl?????? ssumertimedadness   IDK, but she is sooooo lucky 😭

sculderiabullrari   So, we all agree that it’s Y/N L/N, right?

sainzpookiebookie   hate to be that person, but i don’t think they’ve even met each other irl... thegrreat63   ???? charles literally commented on her post about attending the AusGP ??? sennathesenate   Exactly. Why else would Ferrari give her a VIP paddock pass? Just because of one viral Tweet? tifosi55   yall r delusional LOL he literaly just broke up with charlotte theyre NOT DATING!

kimiiiboxbox   i know we’ve only seen them interact like once in a comments section, but i want charles and y/n to be real SO BAD

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f1wagupdates   SUBMITTED BY ANON 🖤 Amidst the rumours swirling about Oscar-nominated actress Y/N L/N being the next to join the wag crew, fans have spotted Charles Leclerc and an unknown woman spending a fun day at the beach in Monaco… 🏖☀️

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maxverstoppening   uh hello????? y/n l/n posting a story about going to monaco ….. charles posting about “coming home” 30 mins later ………. somethings afoot

tsutsumnodas   you’re not seriously suggesting,,,, that theyre,,, maxverstoppening   many thoughts being thunk !

gaslyyup   hollywood it girlie together with racing it boy? man, Monaco gp boutta be crazy fr

atoceanblvd   gonna take a bath with my toaster 🥰🥰

mlniemrtinez   the highway looks so comfy rn omg 😍 d3ftonesgirll   They better be real or I will actually hunt both of them down.

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scuderiaferrari   caught yourusername hard at work 💪💪💪

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yourusername   hey charles_leclerc and carlossainz55 am i doing a good job?

carlossainz55   Absolutely 👍 ! charles_leclerc   Dunno about best, but you sure are the prettiest ;) yourusername   …..i don’t know if i should be offended or grateful charles_leclerc   ❤️😂 paddockfemcel   they know EXACTLY what theyre doing 😭😭

user1   y/n and charles in the comments playing with our feelings BOI IF YOU DONT TELL US THAT YOURE TOGETHER RN-

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charles_leclerc   Hard at work in Monaco. What a great race week. Finished P2. It’s good to be back.

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carlossainz55   You do too much, cabrón 😂

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scuderiaferrari   And onwards we go! To P1 and beyond 🚀

yourusername   looking good, leclerc ;)

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y/nl/nfanpage1   WHAT IS Y/N DOING HERE???

user2   no like….. seriously.... girl stand UP….. user3   I don’t get what she sees in him. He drives around in circles for a living 🙄 user4   Jeez why are yall so pressed 😭😭 they’re literally just friends… user5   !!!! that’s what im sayin!!!!! everybody’s so upset but they haven’t even confirmed if they’re dating or not LOLOLOL

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[caption: Bumped into someone familiar in Monaco today @/yourusername]

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yourusername   quick pit stop to smell the flowers… 🌷☁️👒

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landonorris   A true rose

yourusername   gosh you’re so cheesy landonorris   I was talking about me not you charles_leclerc   Hey, both of you play nice landonorris   stay out of it Leclerc

ana_d_armas   Stunning, Y/N!

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charles_leclerc   💐🖊

yourusername   💌💌 clarleslaclarc   excuse me – what???? raikkkkonon   oh so they have inside jokes now… racketpiquet   Bro chill, it’s just a flower emoji, yall r doing too much 🤣🤣

babygotback   They are so UNSERIOUSSS first Y/N with flowers on Charles’s story now this??? 😭

jantalksalot   AND THAT LAST SLIDE. WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT!!!! mickymousemacher   atp i bet they’re just messing with us for the fun of it

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f1wagupdates   It seems Charles Leclerc isn’t afraid of packing on the PDA – Here he is with an unknown woman at a local bazaar in Monaco! According to sources, the Ferrari driver is reportedly “very serious” about their relationship, and a source tells us that the two are “very happy” and “very much in love”.

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nyccelebgoss   Formula 1’s hottest commodity, Charles Lecclerc, spotted Monday night outside an exclusive Soho bar. Doesn’t help that a certain Y/N L/N is also in the city… Could Leclerc’s elusive beau be the award winning actress? All we know is: Leclerc may be kissing – but he certainly isn’t telling 💋 Follow us for more NYC celebrity gossip 🤫

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tsunogaslys   okay, as much as i wanna know whats going on, don’t they deserve a little privacy??

y/nluvrrrr   Was just thinking that. I hope they’re ok with all this media attention.

charlosscuderia   What the hell is charles doing in NYC?

mymuppetlando   Y/N made a story about being in NY. You can put 2 and 2 together lol. gridgirlfriend224   oh so he’s WHIPPED whipped 😭

warytonsennea   OK, now they HAVE to make some kind of statement.

y/nfanupdates   Yeah, there’s literally no way around this one LOL it’s def Y/N

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charles_leclerc   Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag. So here I go: Mon amour, the past one year I have spent with you has simply been the best year I’ve ever had. Ma Cherie. You bring light to my life and a smile to my face each time I see you – Up on the silver screen, in the paddock cheering for me, or when I wake up next to you. Your love means more to me than you could ever know. Tu es ma vie et ma lumière. Merci d'être mienne. (You are my life and my light. Thank you for being mine.) I love you forever. ❤️

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yourusername   i love you so much mon amour. here’s to one year and counting ❤️

charles_leclerc   ❤️❤️❤️

danielricciardo   FUCKING FINALLY!!!! congrats you two 🙌

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landodelrey   ONE YEAR????? THEY’VE BEEN KEEPING THIS SECRET FOR ONE YEAR???

Liked by yourusername Liked by charles_leclerc tifosibabette16   i just KNOW that parasocial alex is smiling to himself somewhere 🤭

landonorris   S’about time. Oh, and you’re too good for him, Y/N ;) McLaren is waitingggggg

yourusername   sorry lando, but it's just like seb said: everyone is a ferrari fan (including me) charles_leclerc   😘 That’s my girl.

lewishamilton   ❤️

charles_leclerc   ❤️ yourusername   ❤️

scuderiaferrari   Welcome to the family yourusername!

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[tr0p1cal]

cats got your tongue smau

sixteen - very wrong

➤ finding a cat in the alley beside the Star was not how you expected to end the worst day of your life, but maybe it’s just what you need to bring a little light back in on a gloomy day.

general warnings: sexual themes and language, cussing, mentions and consumption of alcohol, mentions of cheating and toxic relationships, kys/kms jokes

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a/n: uh oh spaghettiO

tag list🏷

@thisrandombitch @lakeeeee @hanniemylovelyquokka @minniepoo143 @puppy-minnie @jiisungllvr @samhomo @clumsy-writing-rdb @skzhoes @gaysontheprince @miniature-tragedy @conwunder @mae-is-cute980 @deadcrow-donteat @aalexyuuuhm

[steelthroat]

🏷👻💌

? :>

Oh hello helloooo and thanks for the ask :333

Sooooo

🏷-is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics?

Hmmmm, I've started doing so recently because I was looking for political/arranged marriage megop fics... (there's scarcity, oh my god) but other than that nope.

💌- mh... good question. I don't really know how to answer, I haven't really found a style or a trope that I would say is my favorite to write... mh does crack treated seriously count? It's not a trope tho... uh- the stuck together/unfortunate coincidences made them do it(?) trope maybe????? Ajshhdhfhfh

👻- wildest headcanons:

Actually I don't think I have many...

Megatron and his Thing for electricity

Optimus is able to give anyone parental issues just by talking to them

Megatron's opinions about the Italian authors I'm studying (it's my newfound strategy to study and remember more things. Also because for some things I can make parallelisms, "rosso malpelo" I'm looking at you)

Rung is actually a terrible therapist but atm he's the only one left so they're going to him while the others finish their training (HE IS A HORRIBLE THERAPIST LOOK AT THE COMICS COME ONNNNNN)

Soundwave taught Megatron how to dance and they are the best Decepticons on the dance floor

To run a bar, you gotta have a degree in chemistry first because you could inadvertently kill someone because of a chemical reaction you didn't know would happen mixing [x] with [y]

[scented-morker]

I Don’t Speak Success

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“Yn!”

The young girls head turns immediately. “Oh it’s just you.”

Jungwon cringes, “yeah sorry.. who’d you think it was?”

She shrugs, “I’m not sure. I was hoping it was a crazed fan.”

“You wanted it to be a crazed fan? Why would you ever want that?”

Yn let’s out a laugh, and Jungwon realizes he really likes the sound “because that would mean I have a fan.”

“Oh.” It goes quiet for a moment before Jungwon speaks again “can I walk you home?”

“I don’t know, are we going to get caught by Dispatch or your adoring fans?”

He cringes, “Yeah, sorry about that. I shouldn’t have assumed you were a fan. I probably seem like the worlds biggest narcissist right now.”

“Nah, did you see the basketball team tonight? You’re behind at least half of them.”

“No I actually didn’t watch the game, I just came to pick my members up. We didn’t have a schedule and I didn’t know where they were and it was really stressful.”

Yn’s brows furrow, “you’re way too young to sound this old and worried.”

He shrugs, “I’m the leader, it’s my job.”

He can tell she wants to say more it decides against it. “If you say so.”

They walk in silence for the rest of the way to her dorm.

“Can I have your phone number?”

She looks shocked, “I thought big stars like you weren’t supposed to give that info out.”

He rolls his eyes “are you ever gonna stop?”

Yn’s grin has Jungwon’s stomach doing flips, “probably not.”

But she gives him her phone anyway, letting him write his contact and send a message to himself.

“I’d say let me know when you get home safe, but your company van has been following us the whole time so I think you’ll be okay.”

He turns around and sees the van she was talking about, and Heeseung waves from the front seat.

“Yeahhh… Uh goodnight yn.”

“Goodnight Jungwon.”

And with that she closes the door in his face. He fights the urge to text her while in the car, and waits until he’s home.

🏷 @chuubear @bat-shark-repellant @flowerjun @jihyoscrown

[flowercrowngods]

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

hi there! sorry i’m only getting to this now, i know it’s been in my ask box for a while now but unfortunately i do not control the brain 😔🤍

🏷️ is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

oh i’m always looking for hurt/comfort first! i think the first tag i searched for in this fandom was Steve Harrington Needs A Hug. and then i love to go through the fandom-specific tags, yknow, get the tone of the fandom kinda. Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart is also top tier tag!

so yeah, always the hurt/comfort ones, whatever they look like specifically in whichever fandom we’re talking :D (and ofc hurt/comfort on its own)

🦈 which character is the toughest to write?

this might come as a surprise, but steve is pretty tough to write sometimes in the time travel au (i’ll try. i’ll try. (but i couldn’t be better)) because he’s Going Through It and all that angst can be very emotionally draining sometimes (but i love it still)

i think i can find tough aspects about everyone tbh, and when i think about it hard enough, i’ll say everyone?? i don’t usually think too hard about voice or getting it right, because i will lose myself in it and then just not write at all. all those characters can be super tough to write, depending on what you wanna achieve. mostly because they’re teenagers. or tweens. they don’t make sense because they don’t have to, they can communicate or just not, they can do the most batshit things or just not, they can be completely out of character on purpose or not — lord knows i feel like i’m a different person every month, and that was worse as a teenager.

so uh. i think the toughest thing is finding a voice i like for whatever story i’m going for, get the basics of the character right, and then just hope it adds up. sorry for the non-answer 😅

🚦 what sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

oh isn’t that the million dollar question :D i’ll be nice and say ambiguous. but in the sense that the heaviness of whatever they went through is still there, still palpable, but it’s over. it’s a bittersweet sort of ending where they acknowledge that they should never have had to go through what they went through, and will never quite get over it, but they’re not alone anymore, and they won’t have to go through it again.

i love those kinds of endings. the john green kind, if you know what i mean.

realistically and statistically, though, i write happy endings much more often — because i too am here for the catharsis of creation a lot of the times. i just personally don’t believe in happy endings after immense trauma. life itself will have a bittersweet aftertaste, i think. it’s just the ambiguity that differs from story to story (and it lies in the eye of the beholder too)

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[callsign-rogueone]

where were you in the morning? - b.d.

Bodhi Durran x gn!reader words: 408 🏷: no book spoilers this time! just a little thought about our sweet boy 🥰 very brief mentions of torture (RSC), implications of sexual activity, no mention of reader’s appearance or gender.

You’d nearly given Bodhi a heart attack when he woke to find only cold sheets beside him. He’d checked his room and the bathroom attached before throwing on a shirt and heading upstairs to bang on Garrick’s door to ask if the section leader had seen you - he’d grumbled that he hadn’t, and that the younger boy needed to go the fuck back to sleep.

His head spun. Had you been kidnapped for another round of survival training? Were you chained to a wall right now, begging for mercy?

He finds himself in front of your room next, poised to knock, but puts his hand down before his knuckles can touch the wood. What if you left in the middle of the night because you thought this was a mistake, or a just one-time thing? Had you not enjoyed yourself? Oh gods, what if he'd made you feel pressured to-

“Hey,” you greet with a soft smile, interrupting the spiraling thoughts, and he whirls around, stunned.

“You’re okay,” he breathes, inspecting you for wounds — you’re a little out of breath, and there’s a fading bruise on your arm from a few days ago, but you’re otherwise unharmed.

You laugh nervously. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I thought they’d taken you for RSC, or that you regretted… what we did,” he admits, and your heart drops at the realization.

“Oh, no, love, I just went to go on my daily run with Imogen and Vi,” you explain, wrapping him in a hug and resting a palm over his pounding heart. “I’m sorry I scared you. You looked too peaceful to wake, so I just left a note on your desk.”

Oh. He’d assumed the worst immediately, too busy freaking out to look for a note. 

“Please wake me up next time, okay?” He asks in a soft voice, still holding you tightly, his face resting in the sweaty curve of your neck.

“Okay,” you agree, but he doesn’t let go. “Bo,” you prod gently, “I need to shower.”

“Right,” he says, taking a step back, a dark blush across his cheeks. “I’ll, uh, see you around, then.”

“Unless you want to join me? I’ll prove to you that I didn’t regret any of it.”

He blinks once, twice, cheeks reddening further as he realizes what you mean, and he nods a little too eagerly. 

You laugh. “Come on, lover boy. Breakfast is in half an hour, we’re burning daylight here.”

[ppnuggie]

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　　『　gender neutral human reader + g1 decepticons    』

　　—  004

　　— back at it again with more memes of my story ;) once again even more on off with the pov and pronoun switches of them and you !! also we get to meet the stunticons in this and mother soundwave <3

　　＜　one , two , three , five    ＞

          newly adopted, (y/n) stared around at the small cult circle of cassettes around them. they suspiciously eyed at the cassettes, waiting for them to say anything or make a move. though soundwave, your new guardian, had warned them. he specifically said not to harm them or be mean to them. it was like he was their dad and they were his 20-30 year old kids who lived in the basement, or well, in this special case, they lived in his boobies.

kinda sus if youre honest, but hey, who wouldnt want to live in boobs? they all looked at you as though you were a big glob on the ground that came from the sky. you weren't exactly sure how to feel with that.

          "it moved!" a purple bot gasped, pointing at you. a scoff came from you, rolling your eyes, "of course i moved you idiot, im not some lifeless animal." you growled. "strange," the cat like minicon spoke up, "why has soundwave taken you in?" he narrowed his optics at you, circling your form with his tail swishing around behind him.

"because," frenzy spoke up, "i asked soundwave to!" that caused the attention of the other minicons that were once staring at you to divert towards frenzy. "why would ya do that exactly?" the purple minicon asked, raising a optic ridge at his twin. "because!" frenzy put his servos on his hips, "they're fun to mess with! come on, rumble, its an excuse to cause trouble, take squishy with us, and blame it all on them. its the perfect plan!" frenzy exclaimed, rubbing his servos together like a villain with the worst evil plan ever in existence. its like the time plankton ran out of ideas to take the secret formula, and decided to do the dumbest thing ever.

          'rumble' had put his servo on his chin, deep in thought before nodding along. "yer right! we can do that!" he turned back towards you, before approaching and grabbing your upper arm roughly. "come on squishy! we got some stuff to do!" he dragged you towards where frenzy was at by the door. a sigh came from you, shaking your head before you started to limp after them so they wouldnt drag you.

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the twins snickered to themselves, well, more like howling like hyenas with their loud ass laughs. the plan as of right now was to prank starscream, whoever that was. all you had been told was that he was a loud guy who didnt shut the hell up. kind of reminded you of a guy back at work, dumbass hoe who didnt know how to use the coffee machine and complained whenever he was given actual work to do. god he gave you a headache.

the twins grabbed you and ran to hide behind a surface, loud footsteps approaching where they were before. following the footsteps came a loud scream, the twins hooting and hollering with triumph. they tiptoed out of their hiding place, dragging you behind to see their masterpiece. except their smiles had only fell into frowns, confused by the quick change of emotion, you looked to where they were looking.

up ahead stood a group of different bots with different heights. one was drenched in hot pink paint with purple glitter, who was screeching about being targeted. another bot, who was yellow, was laughing his ass off with another bot, who was grey and red. the tallest one had a purple face, and a larger structural body than the others. the other one, who was wearing a visor and was red, just stood his with their arms crossed.

rumble and frenzy looked at each other and then at the large bot, then back to one another. they both grabbed you, and started to 'silently' — aka horribly — walk away. until they were grabbed by the larger bot, his hands large enough to fit around their bodies and pick them up with ease. they both shrieked and started wiggling about, banging their tiny fists against his fingers. "let us go!" frenzy growled, and rumble was trying to bite one of the fingers wrapped around him.

the bot only made a 'tch' sound before speaking. "tell me why you did this to breakdown before i decide to squish you between my digits, and watch your energon drip onto the ground." he sneered at the two, who had frozen up in his grasp. they both peered down at you, their digits pointed towards your form sitting on the metal ground. "it was the squishy's idea not ours! you have to understand, motormaster!" rumble barked out. "the squishy forced us to do this!" frenzy added.

          motormaster's optics looked down at you, before back at the twins. he let out a hard laugh, “as if that pathetic creature could do anything. its broken already. as weak as you two are,” motormaster brought them closer to his face, “that human wouldnt be able to do anything.” he growled, teeth baring at the two minicons.

“motormaster,” a familiar voice came by. looking over, soundwave stood near the stunticon leader, servo held out. “request : put frenzy and rumble down.” he said, pointing down to the floor. motormaster glared at the third in command, before complying with his request.

“you better keep an eye on those two, soundwave, or else next time i wont be able to guarantee their safety.” motormaster warned before heading back towards his group. soundwave didnt say anything, only watching the stunticon walk away before directing his gaze towards his minicons. “rumble , frenzy : not mad, disappointed.” he said before catching your form.

he kneeled down, servos moving to carefully and gently grab you, holding you close to his chest. “(y/n) : alright?” he questioned, waiting for an answer. you only nodded, wrapping your hands around one of his digits. it was nice, being held gently like this. it felt like something you could get used to.

[hyunlixr]

pretty when you beg

pairing: hyunjin x fem reader

🏷 smut (minors dni) teasing, underwear kink(?), oral (f rec), overstim, orgasm countdown, orgasm control, hard dom ! hyunjin if u squint, spitting

deep breaths was all that could be heard, his lips trailing down from ur neck to your abdomen. leaving a trail of wet kisses on his way to your clothed cunt.

he kept teasing you tonight, you went out to celebrate your three months together and instead of being all romantic and lovey-dovey, he was whispering the dirtiest things into your ears. but to be honest, you weren’t complaining at all, that’s one of the many things you loved about him, how dirty he could get, even in the most innocent occasions.

— going to fuck you so good tonight, angel.

all you could do was blush and giggle it off.

so here he was kissing your clit through your black laced panties over and over again. it felt so good, yet it wasn’t enough, you needed more.

— jinnie, please

he leaned over to spit on your mouth. and you gladly opened and swallowed for him.

— shut the fuck up

you kept bucking your hips into his face, but to no avail cause he ended up pinning you to the mattress, with his slender, pretty fingers sprawled out on your stomach. the fingers you oh so wanted somewhere else. the fingers you had spent HOURS thinking about.

as he was busy making out with your clothed pussy, kissing and sucking here and there. you were getting desperate to feel something, anything. you took his fingers into your own hands and guided them where you needed him the most.

— nuh uh, i want you to cum because of my mouth tonight.

you groaned when he finally took your panties off and kissed your inner thighs… slowly. still teasing you.

— fuck please, please, give me something.

and so he did, he kissed your now bare clit and started sucking on it like a desperate, starved man. the sounds he made while eating u out were like music to your ears.

he kept alternating between licks and flicks to your bud until you came, kissing your clit over and over to ride out your high. just to get off the bed and look for your favorite vibrator. he put it on a medium speed and pressed it lightly over your clit making you moan a little too loud from the overstimulation.

— s’too much jinnie, no. no. no. no, stop it.

but he knew you didn’t want him to stop, if you did actually want that you would have used your safe word. he knew how fucking greedy you were. how no matter how many times he made you cum, if he wanted you to cum again then that’s what you’d do. you’d do anything to please him.

he pressed it harder and started dragging it along your folds only stopping once the toy was on your clit again. he loved seeing your fucked out face, and how just by playing with the bundle of nerves he could get you to look like that; legs sprawled out and open for him, cunt red and glistening with your own juices and his spit. it was quite the sight if you asked him.

once you had relaxed and let him have his way with you for a couple of minutes, he used his index finger to put the toy on the highest setting. making the vibrations float around your whole body. making you shake because of the pleasure he was providing you.

he knew you were close, he already knew every part of your body, what you liked and what you didn’t. how to make u cum, how to get you on your knees for him, and how you reacted when you were about to hit ur orgasm, so without moving the toy away from you, he leaned down, sticking his tongue inside of u going in and out at a fast pace. making you close your legs around his head for that extra feeling. you were so close to the edge, literally about to let go when he says

— you cant cum until i say so.

he proceeded to begin with his 10 second countdown he loved to do when he wanted you to beg and cry for him. he loved hearing how desperate you were to cum for him. how pretty you looked with tears in your eyes.

“10… 9…”

— m’so close please

you could literally feel the tears in your eyes.

“8… 7… 6…”

— i don’t think i’ll last, please let me cum

“5… 4… 3…“

— please please please

“2…“

— fuck hyune

“1…”

— cum baby, make a mess for me, hm?

you came, you came so fucking hard letting him guide you through it.

— good job, angel. hope you are aware of the fact that we are not finished yet. or is my little doll too dumb to think right now?

he said with a pout on his lips, faking sympathy at your fucked out state. and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want whatever the fuck it was this beautiful man standing in front of you wanted to give you.

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hiii this is my first fic ever i hope u like it :D please let me know what u think and if u write let me know how i can improve in the ask box thingy tyvm !! have a good day/night <3

[violetmuses]

Terry Richmond + Female Reader ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Rebel Ridge” Film Universe

Character: Terry Richmond

Main Storyline: Your “best friend” offers some news.

@episodes-ff @becauseimswagman1 @helloncrocs @diaries-of-me @liquorlaughslove @babybratzmaraj @cloveroctobers 🏷

This Idea 📞

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2024

Blocking time off from work, you noticed that your cell phone started ringing out of nowhere.

Officer Jessica Sims from the Shelby Springs Police Department called.

“Jess?” Picking up this afternoon, you definitely responded.

“Girl! I'm so sorry for not reaching out, but guess what?” J's Southern accent revealed itself.

“Don't worry.” You're fully aware that the rural precinct struggled now. “What happened?”

“Think I found your husband.” Despite that police station keeping vintage technology, you noticed Jessica's humor loud and clear.

“Oh, God!” You nearly laughed out loud. “What are you talking about?”

“I helped out this man earlier and…” Jessica wouldn't go on.

“Spit it out, J!” You kept listening to her no matter what.

“I'm working, but we don't have reception outdoors.” Jessica cleared her throat for a moment. “He's fine.”

“Don't play matchmaker again.” You quickly rolled both eyes.

“Listen: Light eyes, in shape with service tattoos, and acts respectful.” Jessica detailed this man.

“Sounds too good to be true.” For once, you don't believe her.

“Visit tomorrow. He's still in town. Bye!” Jessica dropped the call before you could say anything else.

Here we go. You thought.

*****

Uniformed once more, Jessica traded this brief smile when you entered the department.

“I'm here. What's going on?” You spoke quietly en route to her desk.

“I'll explain everything.” Sims then faced your direction.

Just before you could sit down and learn gossip, the door opened again.

Leaving her desk behind, Jessica held your wrist and you both hid near one corner, watching whoever arrived.

“What's wrong?” Your voice immediately whispered to Jess.

“That's him!” As Jessica pointed upfront, her accent pulled all over again.

Uh-oh. This time around, you finally realized what Sims meant.

Remarkable eyes noticed the building and service tattoos inked along his muscular frame.

This morning, the handsome individual paired another tight shirt with jeans and sneakers.

“Go back to work. We'll talk soon.” You prompted Jessica to speak with this man.

“All right. Pardon me…” Jessica excused herself from your side and sat down, addressing the man.

******

“Who was that?” When Officer Jessica Sims found her longtime desk this morning, veteran Terry Richmond chuckled through his deep tone.

“My friend…” Jessica would pull this vague response.

“I could use some good news at this point.” Terry encouraged Jessica. “What were y'all talking about?”

“Nothing.” Jess shrugged while beginning to work as usual. “How are you holding up with the case?”

“No better than before.” Richmond lost bail money for his cousin during an altercation with law enforcement. “Know any lawyers if I can't reach out on Monday?”

“Attorneys pool from the local courthouse, but workloads get swamped over there.” Jessica declined.

“Fair enough, but you didn't answer my other question.” Terry arched his brow.

“Which question?” Jessica asked.

“What were y'all talking about?” Catching Sims red-handed, Terry's smile offered brightness.

“Should I tell the truth?” Jessica spoke up for many reasons.

“I don't appreciate falsehoods.” Terry crossed both arms.

“You.” Jessica stopped playing around and headed out for lunch. “Good luck with your case.”

Right when Officer Sims walked away, Terry glanced down and noticed a sticky note waiting on her desk.

Jessica had discreetly written your phone number on paper.

******

“Sorry.” Terry apologized when you first met him up close. Drama flew all over the police station now.

“Everyone hopes for better circumstances around here.” You picked up Richmond and started driving away from this hospital.

On the other hand, medics helped legal assistant Summer McBride for various reasons.

“Sims told me about you.” Terry changed the subject.

“Surprised you didn't call me first.” You know that Jessica slipped your phone number by this man.

“Chief got in the way.” Richmond almost laughed and chided Sandy Burne.

“Where should we go since you're free?” You learned that Terry confirmed this settlement for this case, especially with his cousin Mike gone.

“Anywhere you want.” Terry grinned toward you and watched the city limits disappear.

[taromolktea]

— See you in my 100th life. [III]

pairing. scaramouche x reincarnated!reader

summary. your first meeting with the balladeer was one you'd remember forever. no matter how many centuries pass or life's you live. [loosely based on the webtoon see you in my 19th life]

tags. fluff ; friends to lovers ; enemies (?) to lovers ; eventual smut (will be tagged accordingly).

status. on going // chapter I ; chapter II

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CHAPTER III — "What are you? Poor?"

You've come to realize that Scaramouche is a little like a cat. I know, blasphemous. The 6th of the Fatui Harbingers, the one and only Balladeer, reminding you of a simple house cat? Surely a joke.

But the way he squinted his eyes at you when you entered his office with a cup of warm tea, only to act disinterested when you set it on his desk. He'd take a while to take a sip, adding to the little act he was putting on for you. The truth is, he's a great actor, and if you didn't know him for centuries now, you'd think he was ready to kill you.

Well, that last part is kinda true, Scaramouche wouldn't hesitate to kill you if you gave him a reason, as little as it could be. He doesn't know who you are after all. And you're not planning on telling him either. Well, not until you got him falling in love with you first... again, you didn't have a plan for that too.

Where were we? Ah yes, Scaracat. The grumpy little meow meow.

It was your first day working as Scaramouche's secretary, as he called you. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, even though it's just been 20 minutes since you started the day.

"Trying to get into my good graces by bringing me tea first thing in the morning?" He suddenly asked, making you jump in place. "You'll need more than that."

You regained your composure. "Nonsense, what kind of subordinate would I be if I couldn't do something so simple."

"Oh, so you're a kiss-ass. Is that how you managed to charm the Tsaritsa?"

"I am not—" You coughed into your hand to not raise your voice and seem disrespectful. "I mean, Her Majesty, The Tsraritsa wouldn't be persuaded by something so simple... that's not the reason she sent me here."

"So there is a reason." You seemed to get right where he wanted because as soon as those words left his mouth, he was raising from his chair, approaching you until he got you cornered against the wall. "Are you here to spy on me? Is that so?"

Oh Archons, he's so close and smells so good. You didn't realize how much you missed his scent and how it reminded you of home. He was home.

"Uh... no, actually— The Tsaritsa said you were a little... volatile and asked to help you make more reasonable decisions... my lord." You added the last piece as soon as he furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance.

Scaramouche huffed and turned his back to you, walking to his desk and grabbing his hat. "Let's go."

"Uh? Where are we going?"

"I need to give a fucking speech to the new Fatui members." Ah, you remember those, Childe was the one you delivered to you when he was visiting Inazuma. "And you need to go buy groceries. The market is near the plaza the speech will take place."

Ah, so he wants company. You didn't dare to say that out loud though, he might kill you for real.

You followed Scaramouche closely behind to the main city. The locals seemed to be at ease, unlike the subordinates under the Harbinger in front of you. He wasn't as violent with them as he was with the members of the organization it seems.

Even though you've walked through the streets of Inazuma city countless times, you couldn't help but sigh in awe at the breathtaking beauty of the place. From the sakura trees to the little kids running around with treats in their little hands, the city had this unique charm to it. Still, you hoped the Soukoku decree would be lifted soon. You missed seeing people from all over Teyvat enjoying the beauty of the nation.

"Ah, a dango stand!" Your eyes nearly sparkled once they landed on the stall selling the common street delicacy. "I love them so much, they're my favorite treat."

"Were you poor growing up or something?" Scaramouche bluntly asked. "It's just dango."

The question took you back, and you almost said "we" were poor growing up, but decided against it. He wouldn't get the reference anyways. "Well, I lived with my single mom growing up, so dango was a special treat we only got during festival season." You reminisced your younger days and the times with your true mother. The one before the reincarnations started. Oh, you missed her so much, but knowing she was out there living a better life made you feel at ease.

"You remind me of someone." Scaramouche's voice sends you back to the current time, and when you turned your head, he was looking at you ever so softly. That's when you realized you might've said too much.

"Uh- were they nice?" You asked, trying not to look more suspicious.

"She was a country bumpkin." You felt a jab at your side and your eyebrow twitched. "...One tricolor dango, please."

Your eyes widened in surprise as the clerk handed Scaramouche the treat before he passed it to you. "I- Uh—"

"I'm going to the plaza, don't forget the groceries." And just like that, the Harbinger was gone.

"You two make such a cute couple, I and my husband were just like that in our younger days, though I gotta say, I was the stubborn one." The clerk said, catching your attention.

You shook your head sadly. "We're not a couple ma'am... but I hope that changes one day!"

"Oh, I know it will. You two seem to have a very strong connection... Maybe you were lovers in your past life."

You couldn't help but giggle at the irony. "Who knows..."

Once you were done with groceries and some more errands the sun had already set. It all took you longer than you anticipated, and when you arrived at the Fatui headquarters, Scaramouche was already in his office. And once again, just like a cat, he pretended not to notice you.

"I'm back my lord." You greeted, with only a small bag in your hands, the rest were already given to other subordinates who would take care of putting them away.

"Took you long enough, did you get lost in the way?" He asked, disinterested. "Maybe I should tell the Tsaritsa you don't know your way around these parts as much as you made it out to be."

"N-No! I didn't, I got some other errands to run for the Fatui... since I don't help you around much they gave me some other tasks." You mumbled. "But, I got you something too!"

Scaramouche looked up from his papers, on eyebrow raised, skeptically. "What?"

"A young man was selling these, they didn't seem very popular, but they tasted pretty good!" You took a small bottle out of the bag and set it on top of his desk. "It's called dango milk, it's milk... but as sweet as dango!"

Scaramouche's eyes were going back and front, between you and the bottle. He finally took it in his hands and swiftly unscrewed the cap. He took a sniff before taking a sip. You were squeezing the fabric of your clothes in your hands as if he was tasting your own creation in a cooking competition. Why did every interaction with him have to be so tense?

"It's good." He simply stated before taking another sip, bigger this time. "I guess you are useful for something." He was smiling! Well, it was more of a smirk, like he was making fun of you, but it was something!

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, my lord! Shall I bring you some tea for the night?"

"No, this is enough." He said. "A shame though, your tea is not half-bad."

You couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach. It's been years, so every crumb of kindness he sent your way was enough to make you feel giddy inside. Pitiful? Yes. But your own existence was pitiful sometimes. Not now though. Right now, it was perfect. "Thank you, my lord!"

"You are dismissed for the day, tomorrow be here at the same hour. Don't be late."

"Of course! Have a good night." And just like that, you walked out of the office, closing the door behind you.

After you went to your room, Scaramouche waited for half an hour before calling one of the other underlings. "You. What do you mean [🧸], who's supposed to be my subordinate, was tasked with mundane errands for the lowly like you?"

"W-well, my lord, according to hearsay she wasn't of use to you, so a higher-up decided to have her run some errands." The man gulped when The Balladeer's annoyed eyes snapped back at him.

"As you know, [🧸] was sent by The Tsaritsa, no one here aside from me is her higher-up." He chided. "From now on, she'll answer to me only... understood?"

"Y-yes, my lord."

"Good." He sat back down on his chair, back turned to the man. "Now get out before I kill you."

The man was gone in a blink of an eye, and it was now Scaramouche's turn to let out a  sigh he was holding in.

Am I getting soft because of some damn dango milk?

[themisfitqueens-blog]

Twins of Eddie Munson

Chapter two

summary: Eddie expresses his feelings about what happened with the break up with the boys in 87” after two years of being on the road and they finally get to come back home to the town of Hawkins.

warnings : mentioning of drugs, alcohol and sex. I know it’s a fluff story but there’s gotta be a little spice thrown in every now and then. To make it a little more interesting.

Twins of Eddie Munson

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Corroded Coffin

{Gareth’s Pov}

A/N this will clear up on why reader can never get ahold of Eddie.

June 17th, 1987

It’s 11:30 pm all of us are sitting around at the front of the tour bus watching Friday the 13th eating spaghetti o’s since we really don’t have much to eat. Eddie’s in the back on his bed probably playing around on his guitar or smoking a joint.

All of a sudden the phone in the kitchen starts ringing. The boys all look at me and not moving once. I guess I’ll be the one to answer. Rolling my eyes. I get up to go answer it.

It’s probably one of our family members or Dustin. He’s always calling to talk to Eddie about girl problems or just to hear about how the tour is going. Dustin never once brought up y/n,which we’re all thankful for because to be honest with you Eddie goes nuts man . He’ll start drinking heavy, harsh drugs and bringing anything he could fuck onto the bus for a night.

“Hello, This is Gareth”waiting for the other person on the other line say something.

I hear slight sounds of what sounds like a baby crying in the background but I shake it off.

Probably nothing

“Gareth..uh it’s me..” y/n says in a soft voice.

She sounds like she’s been crying. Great man.. We all hated how things left with those two but Eddie acts like he doesn’t care.

Eddie hasn’t once opened up to any of us about the breakup and it’s been a year. I’m honestly worried because most days he isn’t himself… pushing himself to live on the Munson name. Something he thrived to never do especially when he was with y/n.

“Hey..everything okay?”

You can hear y/n get choked up “uh yeah is he there..Edd..” before she could finish I knew who she was looking for.

“No he’s not..I’m sorry he must’ve went out for a bit after the show.”

I hated lying to her. Looking back towards Eddie sitting on his bed on the back of the bus playing around with his guitar with a joint in between his lips.

“Oh okay..well can you let him know I need to talk to him Gareth.”before you can say anything she hangs up.

You put the phone back into its place so it hangs up the dial tone.

“Who was that”Eddie yells from the back

“It was y/n man. Seriously how long are you going to fucking do this to her?” Raising my voice at him walking towards him.

“What I do is none of y’alls business anymore, you hear me. Like I’ve said before I don’t care about y/n” Eddie clenching his jaw line.

“But you do still care . You got mad at fucking Jeff the other night mentioning a memory of when y/n joined the hellfire club helping us beat Vecna when we were playing D&D the other night” shaking my head “but whatever man go ahead and fuck that all up to”

“There’s a lot of people hurting from this whole situation do you not realize that? Wayne can’t talk to her because you get mad at him. Dustin her own cousin is too damn afraid to mention her name because you become a asshole the second y/n is mentioned” before Eddie could even get a word out I walked out of the bus to go smoke. Finding myself sitting on a picnic table outside of the venue we just played at.

Few minutes pass and Eddie is walking out of the bus with the rest of the guys.

“Look I’m sorry okay” Eddie says rubbing the back of his neck “it’s just hard okay?”

“Hard about what man ? You really haven’t told us anything that happened or how you feel about all of it” while Jeff and Jarrod agree with you shaking their heads in silence.

Eddie sighs and lights a cigarette.

“Y’all really want to know” Eddie says looking at the boys with a -i fucked up face-

“I fucked up okay...the week before we we’re leaving I treated y/n like absolutely shit hoping she would break up with me so I had the thought of not being the one to break up with her..she never budged ever after all the fights I caused.” playing with his metal ringer on his middle finger.

“The last thing I could think of was to cheat so two nights before we left we went to the hideout to grab a few drinks. Well I had a little to much and ended up disappearing with some random girl. Y/N was too drunk to even realize I was gone. Till the next day the girl showed up to my trailer and it went all down from there.” looking at us with glazed eyes like he’s about to cry “ I watched the girl I love break into pieces right infront of me and I acted like an asshole” a tear rolling down Eddie’s cheek. “That’s why I hate people mentioning her,the day I broke her replays in my head. I just want to get back home to fix the pieces that I’ve broken. She was the one I wanted to die next to, marry and have at least two kids with.I took that from myself”

Now I understand. He’s hating himself for what he did.

a/n that’s the end of the flashback. I just wanted to see how everyone would feel about having flashbacks into the fic.

1988

It was the last show on tour and the boys had mixed emotions about it being the last one for a year.

they were playing in a city not to far from Hawkins so they could have a easy ride tomorrow morning.

Gareth met a beautiful woman named Jennifer Vale and he can’t wait to take her home to visit his family. Their relationship reminded Eddie a lot of y’all. Polar opposite’s but fit perfectly together like a puzzle needs a piece to be complete. She supported Gareth like y/n did for Eddie.

Eddie met a few girls on tour but all one night stands to wash out the memory of you. Definitely worked for him for two years but he’s dreading going back home with the thought of you being there full of mixed feelings towards him. But he doesn’t blame you. He’s ignored the one girl he truly loves for two years. He will try anything to gain your trust and the chance to love you again.

{Eddie’s Pov}

“Come on man let’s go smoke a cigarette before we start” Gareth says while he finished putting up the last piece of his drum-set together.

“Yeah man” grabbing the cigarette tucked behind my ear putting it in between my lips lighting it.

The guy and I walk outside the back door to smoke and talk. A crowd of noise started coming from the distances “look people are starting to show up” Gareth says pointing towards the end of the ally where there’s a crowd of people walking towards the front door.

“Hell yeah man, gonna be a great show” put my hand on his shoulder slightly shaking him.

The boys all smile in excitement and throw the buds of their cigarettes onto the ground “Let’s fucking go man !!” Jeff says throwing the backdoor open.

We finished our show after almost 2 hours of playing originals and covers people wanted to hear.

“Man that was fucking great!!” Gareth says playing air drums

“Most Metal Ever man” I said smiling at the boys.

“Let’s go get fucked up on our last night of tour!” putting my baby in her case. Sitting it by the back door.

“Fuck yeah” they all said in excitement agreeing with you.

We walk out to the bar area and order some drinks and talk with random fans throughout the night. I thought I saw y/n at one point but I shook it off. Just my mind fucking with me because we’re going home.

After awhile of partying we decided it was time to go crash.

•Next morning•

“Man I’m ready to get home..” throwing my suitcase into the back of the van while the boys threw their stuff in the back.

“Yeah me to”Gareth and the rest of the guys say all loading up in the van.

I get into the driver seat and start up my old beat up van. Hoping it will make it to Hawkins without any problems.

Hint of lovely Marry Jane hits my nose and you look over at Gareth rolling up two joints.

“You need one man” Gareth says finishing up the first joint handing it to me

“Thanks man..” I take it and place it between my lips. Grabbing my lighter to light it. Taking in a long drag to wash out my anxiety about going back home..to her.. I left her heartbroken and mad at me for no reason. Just because I wanted to have fun on tour and man did we have fun. GIRLS,DRUGS AND MORE GIRLS. that was our life on the road. I did everything to keep her off my mind and it worked.

“So who’s the first person you’re going to see man ?” Gareth ask while taking a hit off of his joint.

“Wayne man, I missed my old man.” sighing in relief of getting to see Wayne again. “That’s if he’s home, if not I gotta see my little man Dustin. I have some stuff for him from the tour”pointing my finger to the back of the van.

deep down y/n was the first person I wanted to see but I’m definitely the last she wants to see.

“What if y/n is at Dustin’s?” Gareth says in a sincere tone.

“Shit I didn’t think of that..”

Yeah I did but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Well if she’s there don’t try so hard okay. Girls are different then us” Gareth taking another hit off of his joint “

“Shit Harrington probably swooped her in already.he’s the picture perfect guy”Gareth laughing. I shot him a death glare

“Steve isn’t her ty..”

“That you know of man. Y/n could be the type of girl who only cares about the love and care from the person”

Deep down I know he’s right. Y/n doesn’t have a type as long as their a good person.

a sign comes into our line of vision

HAWKINS 50 miles

One hour later of us just driving down the road talking about all the things we wanted to do when we got back home. We see the Hawkins sign.

“Fucking finally” all the boys say at the same time groaning.

“I’m just ready to get into my bed” Jeff says stretching his arms into the air.

“Same” I said laughing.

“I’ve been around you freaks for to long”

“Okay Eddie the Freak Munson” Gareth says laughing.

As you guys drive through town you notice how some things have changed around town since the last time y’all were here.

“Damn it looks different”

“Very different” Gareth says looking out the window as they pass everything.

You pull up to Gareth’s house to drop the guys off. Since they all left their cars at his place since the day we left.

“I’ll see y’all next week for our D&D campaign with Dustin and the rest of the club right?” looking at the guys before they get out of the van

“Yup”

“Yeah man”

“Uh duh what kinda question is that”

I laughed at their responses

“Alright later guys”

I pull off to head home to see if Wayne is there and as I pull up to the trailer surprisingly he isn’t home.

Dustin’s house it is I guess. I haven’t told little dude I was coming home yet so hopefully he is up for a surprise.

On the drive to Dustin’s I blasted my heavy metal music just so the people I passed knew the one and only Eddie Munson was back home finally.

I noticed I was getting close to Y/N’s house so I decided to drive pass a little faster hoping she wouldn’t see me..

As much as I just want to bust through that door to get my girl back.. that’s not happening after how I’ve been towards her.

As I was pulling up to Henderson’s house I noticed Steve’s BMW in the drive way.

“I guess I can surprise Harrington today also”

Oh man only if he knew.- author

I park my van on side of the road by the mailbox and get out to grab the stuff I got Dustin from the tour.

As I’m walking up to the door I can hear sounds of little kids laughing.

Guess Dustin and Steve are still babysitting kids after two years.

I knock on the door and as soon as I did the first knock the door swung open

“EDDIE?!?!” Dustin says in shock

“Don’t sound to excited to see me man” I said grabbing the top of his head to mess up his hair. I’m still a bit taller than Dustin so I over looked him and noticed Robin rush upstairs with two kids not even saying a word to me.

Weird she probably hates me for what happened with y/n.

“Come in” Dustin says smiling hard from the fact that Eddie is back home. Moving over to let him in

“Thanks man” I walk in and see Steve.

“Munson” Steve says kinda cold

“Harrington?” I said confused looking at Dustin hoping he knows what Steve’s issue is

“Ignore him. It’s his time of the month” Dustin says trying to keep Steve from saying anything else to Eddie. Dustin knew how much hate Steve has towards Eddie right now.

Steve scoffs and says something under his breath “now he’s back”

“What was that?” Clearly he didn’t think I couldn’t hear that.

“ Oh only if you fucking knew man..” walking towards Eddie as Steves voice is raising up to where Robin can hear him.

“What is your problem man?” Stepping up closer to him.

Robin starts walking downstairs after putting the twins down for a nap in Dustin’s room,but freezes as she noticed something bad was about to go down.

“My problem is you fucking break Y/N’s heart like it was nothing to you. Then you don’t even have to balls to call her to tell her you’re sorry” Steve says clinching his jaw causing a vein to show up on the side of his neck. “I still don’t understand how she can even bring your name up anymore after everything you did”

Robin looks at Dustin and mouths “stop it before it gets worse”

Dustin tries to step in “so how was..” but was cut off by Eddie

“Oh so you’re mad that she hasn’t gotten with you is what I’m hearing?” I laugh in his face knowing that will set him off.

“No I’m mad at the fact that while you’re living your life she’s at home taking ca…” the sound of the oven alarm going off caught everyone’s attention

“Saved by the bell!!” Dustin and Robin yell in relief.

Robin grabs Steve’s arm and drags him to the kitchen.

“Are you fucking crazy ?!” Robin ask Steve.

“Look he didn’t even hear the last part oaky calm down..” Steve says in a upset tone.

“He can’t know okay. Not without her here”

“Robin I know.” Steve looks at her shaking his head.

Robin grabs the pizzas and puts them onto the kitchen counter.

Cutting the pizza for everyone.

“Here man I got you some stuff from the tour.” I said handing Dustin a bag

“Awesome!!” Dustin snatches the bag from my hand looking at everything I got him

“A new hat!!” Throwing his old one off and putting on the hat with our band logo on it.

“How’s it look” Dustin losing his head with his hands like he’s in a vogue magazine

“Looks great man” I said laughing at how silly this kid is

“I’ve missed you man” pulling him into a hug while laughing at how funny he can be.

“I’ve missed you to” dustin hugging Eddie back.

Robin and Steve come out to the living room where the guys were.

“Pizza is in the kitchen” Robin says holding up a plate of pizza

“Hell yeah” dustin says

“Awesome Thanks Buckley” shooting her a smile walking into the kitchen with Dustin.

You look around the kitchen remembering many nights you’ve had in here with y/n making food for us and Dustin all the time. As I was looking around I noticed a picture of y/n and two babies on the fridge. My heart dropped into my stomach..she had kids already? With who? When? Fuck I should’ve never left..those could’ve been my kids.

“Dustin did y/n have kids ?” pointing at the picture on the fridge noticing Dustin freezes at the sound of my words.

“Uh..uh no man those are just our baby cousins that were born last year” Dustin says lying straight through his teeth.

“Oh okay man they’re cute” staring at the picture of y/n a little longer. Knowing how she would always be a great mother when it came time.

Dustin shoulders drop in relief that Eddie believed him without questioning “they’re kinda of annoying” handing you a plate of pizza.

“Oh most babies can be Dust..” before I could finish what I was going to say,the front door swings wide open and stood in the doorframe was HER.

My heart dropped again down into the pit of my stomach with the sight of her.

A/n IM SO SORRY TO LEAVE IT OFF LIKE THIS BUT I WANTED TO POST THIS CHAPTER TONIGHT BECAUSE I’Ll BE EXTREMELY BUSY THE NEXT FEW DAYS. Next chapter is a big one and I wanted to take my time on it the next few days ! 🖤

[notjohnlegere]

Hiii! This isn’t the Toxic Pt. 3 that everyone has been asking for, but I did promise you guys some fluff! Let’s take a break from all the drama for a second and get back to our regular Timmy! ☺️

This super short, little imagine was inspired by my own life, where I just got my dream job! So I decided to write a little something to share my excitement and happiness with you guys. Enjoy ❤️

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Timothée Chalamet x Reader

reader gets a brand new job and celebrates with her boyfriend, timmy. 100% fluff.

*obligatory mobile formatting apology*

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“Oh, uh- thank you so much!” You stuttered into the phone, doing a little happy dance in the middle of the kitchen. “I can’t wait to start. Thank you so much again, bye.”

You squealed so loud it awoke your sleeping boyfriend, who you could hear complaining from his bedroom. You had spent the night with him the night before, and had woken up before him, so you decided to make breakfast for the two of you. That’s when you got the call.

“Hey, don’t break my wine glasses with that pitch!” You heard the sleepy boy shout in a groggy voice. You giggled to the complaint.

You ran down the hall and into his bedroom, pouncing onto the bed and atop your boy, grinning as bright as the sunlight.

Instantly, his lanky arms found your waist and he pulled you against him. He always loved when you lied on top of him. Something about it felt so safe and comforting to him, and he couldn’t get enough. Sometimes even in his sleep he would pull you on top of his body.

“Well somebody’s in a good mood this morning.” Your boy gazed up at you with sleepy eyes, a small smile on his lips. You couldn’t resist the urge to peck kisses to them.

“I am.” You said between small kisses, your hands finding his curly mop. “I just got off of the phone with the hiring manager.”

“And?”

“And I got it, Timmy!” You shrieked. “I got my dream job!”

“Hell yeah!” He cheered with you. He held your waist tightly and rolled around on the bed until you were eventually pinned under him. “When do you start?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Next week.”

“Well you know what that means, don’t you?”

“Hmm... shopping for new work clothes, adjusting my schedule, making sure I don’t have any appointments that conflict with my hours.” You said, humming in thought. A whine was drawn from his throat.

“No.” He stressed with a giggle. “It means we’re gonna celebrate for an entire week.”

“I’ve got too much to do, I can’t celebrate for an entire week, Timmy.” You replied matter-of-factly.

“Well my next movie doesn’t start filming for another month. So yes you can. I said so.”

“Oh, you said so, huh? Because if you say something, that means that’s how it is?” You giggled.

“Exactly right.” He responded with a cheeky grin.

“What if I say I want something? Is it not so?”

“Well that just depends on what it is.” He said. His lips traced your hairline with small kisses.

“Well I want to go turn the stove off.” You said.

“That would probably be a good idea, but I don’t want you to go.”

“Okay, you go turn the stove off, and I’ll wait here for you.”

“Will you be naked when I come back?”

“Timothée Hal!” You fussed with a laugh.

“Don’t blame me, blame him.” He said and stood, holding his hands up in defense, then gesturing to little timothee. “I’m just saying, I wouldn’t complain if you did want to get naked.”

“Oh I’m sure you wouldn’t complain.” You said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes.

The next thing you heard was a crash and a squeal that was nearly as pitched as yours was before.

“Stoves are hot!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his exclamation.

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ao3 is johnlegere, find my fics there too. requests are open, send one in my ask box. hope you enjoyed :)!

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