#🏷.uh oh

[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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[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.

[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

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[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 😉

yourusername   oh hush you dannyricdannieric   iconic new wag alert?????

landonorris   as the kids say, slay ✨

yourusername   i see i’ve taught you well 😌 landonorris   Haha, learnt from the best! y/nl/nsleftpinkie   GIRLYS PULLING THE WHOLE GRIDDDDDD purpleporschegirl   FR like i’ve never seen them this active 💀💀💀

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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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📍Circuit de Monaco

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scuderiaferrari   caught yourusername hard at work 💪💪💪

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yourusername   doing my best for the best team 🫡

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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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???

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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.

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[violetmuses]

Don't Look Back - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

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Part II ❤️‍🩹

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2024

With James McGrath outright dead, the Miami Police Department could work together and exonerate deceased Captain Conrad Howard.

“Be good.” Detective Mike Lowrey glanced toward his estranged son, previous criminal Armando Aretas.

“It's not up to you, Detective.” Aretas pulled confidence without smiling and fist bumped Lowery, trailing this motorboat to escape the federal government.

One evening, the doorbell rang when Lowrey and his wife Christine finished dinner.

Checking that RING Camera, Christine almost jumped through kindness upon realization.

“Mike, open the door!” Christine cheered with the biggest smile and nearly giggled for once.

Armando returned.

Standing on the porch tonight, Aretas held small luggage and waited.

“Hey.” Revealing slightly accented English, Armando greeted Mike for the first time since leaving.

“Come inside.” Knowing better than to overreact, Lowrey welcomed his son regardless.

______

By that next day, Armando plotted the guest bedroom located upstairs, yet few belongings took space when essentials grounded his spot.

Taking this much-needed shower, Aretas headed downstairs and joined breakfast, thankful to survive at all.

“Morning.” Mike clipped, sitting with Christine at the kitchen table.

“Good morning.” Armando spoke here, but wouldn't grin and quietly accepted this meal through silence.

*****

Sooner than later, red tape pulled strings when Armando finally came back to the police department.

“Nephew!” Marcus Burnett, Mike's longtime partner, almost shouted to look for Aretas.

“Ignore what's going on.” Mike rolled both eyes after taking off sunglasses.

“Okay.” Armando stopped himself from driving back home

Marcus shuffled footsteps across the room, but Mike shook his head.

“Uh-uh! Don't even hug him.” Lowrey warned his best friend.

“Aww, Mike! Why didn't you tell me?” Marcus set theatrics and nearly cried. “He's back.”

“We'll talk, all right?” Mike settled Marcus down and walked toward the briefing room with Armando.

______

Voices echoed when Aretas joined Mike near seating.

Despite everything, Armando glanced over and noticed you for the first time.

Perhaps time ruined his focus, but Armando couldn't help observing.

No matter what happens next, you look gorgeous right now.

“Who's that?” Aretas leaned toward his father, genuinely curious.

“Oh!” Joyful, Mike then raised one brow and smiled. “She's your partner. Hey, Rook!”

When Mike shortened one nickname, you glanced to see him waving closer.

“Hi! What's going on?” Smiling, you greeted both men.

“This is my son Armando.” Mike stepped back for the introduction.

“Hello.” Cordial beyond rumors and headlines, you shook hands with Aretas. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you.” Profesional, Armando wouldn't illuminate his expression.

Before anyone could move forward with their conversation, Captain Rita Secada stood behind the podium and began this meeting.

No games whatsoever. You thought.

_______

Sunset painted this Florida skyline as you left the building.

“Take care.” You stand near Mike's classic Porsche while Armando takes the passenger seat.

“Hey, c'mere.” Aretas gestured his hand and motioned calls.

“What's up?” You stepped closer and Aretas took out his new cell phone.

“Just in case.” Setting that number, Armando traded contacts.

“See you next time.” You leave, but Armando watches your car roll out.

*****

“Armando!” One loud voice screeched throughout the nightclub when Tabitha strutted past neon lights.

Oh, no. You've heard stories and Mike definitely explained Tabitha's wild card.

“Not the time.” Armando took charge, no longer wearing his Bud Light shirt with dirty jeans.

Sporting black, Aretas looped his arm around your shoulder for the mission.

“Oh, she's really cute. Do you want some money?” Tabitha scoped your appearance.

“No, thanks. Help out.” You then spoke up this time.

“What's the plan?” Tabitha sized you up and Armando stepped back regardless.

“Tell us the drop location or I'll shut everything down.” Your hand lingered this veiled firearm.

Another drug deal would poison this city if law enforcement couldn't move fast.

“Just a few blocks away, but are y'all fucking each other yet?” Tabitha stuck out her tongue and messed with you.

“Stop it.” You whispered, trading gum instead and leaving with Armando.

_______

Red and blue overcasts brightened all streets to end this caper. The AMMO squad hustled once more.

“You good?” Armando learned the habit of checking after missions took place.

“Tabitha asked me something stupid.” Your eyes rolled skyward.

“What?” Armando squinted past his brown eyes and you couldn't veil the truth here.

“She asked if we hooked up.” You immediately cringed right now.

“Not unless you wanna…I mean…shit!” Aretas caught himself moments later.

“Wait!” You playfully nudged his arm and ran in heels while laughing.

“My bad, I'm sorry. It was a joke!” Armando catches your footsteps, but you kiss his cheek, exiting the crime altogether.

[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

[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

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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

[callsign-rogueone]

glad it was you

Bodhi Durran x reader (darling) words: 2.2k 🏷: no book spoilers, set pre-FW (year of the revolution). mentions of parental death (reader's and Bodhi's -- Calldyr executions), lots of crying on everyone's behalf, Bodhi is a sweetheart :( bb bo and darling are awkward lil cuties, more husband!bo coming soon maybe (I really want to continue this storyline... so much glorious fluffy angst planned for them pre-Basgiath), proofread with intense brain fog so uh. yeah

June 628 

You wake to the feeling of a warm hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently. You hum sleepily, turning to see your parents sitting on the edge of your bed.

Something must be wrong, very wrong, if they’re here right now, waking you up, but they don’t seem panicked — so this emergency, whatever it is, must not fall into the same category as the house being on fire.

You rub the sleep from your eyes, sitting up. 

“There’s something we need to tell you,” your father says softly. “Your mother and I have been involved with the revolution, helping them transport weapons and gather information, funding them through the company.”

You blink, still trying to wake yourself up, and to process the information. Your parents, involved with the revolution? You’d known that Xaden’s family was involved, and Bodhi’s, but… 

You suppose that explains how your parents met them.

There’s a sinking feeling in your chest. “Why are you telling me this now?” you ask softly, even though you already know deep down — this is a conversation that would have happened in broad daylight, if it could, yet they’d woken you up in the middle of the night, and they’re fully dressed, ready to go out… 

“We’ve been discovered. If Riorson’s scout is to be believed, then we have about an hour before Navarre will be at our doorstep.”

Your heart drops, your mind racing. “We could run — to the summer house, or leave Tyrrendor entirely, and…”

He shakes his head, taking your hand gently. “We will not spend the rest of our lives in hiding. We have given so much to this cause, this fight — we will not stop now, and we will not turn our backs on friends.”

The look in his eyes tells you that they’ve both accepted this, that they’ve seen it coming, that they are as prepared to be carted away to gods-know-where, to whatever cruel fate that Navarre will give them, as they can be.

You cling to them both tightly, realizing that this may very well be the last time you can do so.

“You’ll be okay, dearest,” your mother soothes, fixing your sleep-mussed hair — always searching for perfection, even at a time like this. “You’ll be the lady we raised you to be, and Bodhi will protect you. He’s a good man. I hope that you can learn to love him.”

It all makes sense now. They’d rushed to marry you off because they knew this was coming, and needed to secure a future for you before… this, whatever it will be. You don’t want to imagine it.

The look in your father’s eyes is enough to confirm your suspicions. “I’m so sorry, princess. We did everything we could to keep from being discovered — and that meant keeping this from you, until now.”

You finally start to cry. He hasn’t called you princess in more than ten years, when you ran to their room during a thunderstorm and begged to sleep in their bed with them, where it was safe. You certainly feel like that scared little girl right now, not the lady they want — need — you to be.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “Laurents don’t stand idle.”

Your father holds in a sob at the words, the reminder he’d given you dozens of times over your seventeen years — ranging in meaning from go socialize with the party guests to speak up for what is right. 

“Our dear girl, all grown up,” he whispers, shaking his head. “We love you so much. I’m sorry we didn’t say it often enough.”

Your mother continues stroking your hair. “We left everything to you, as you’ll be of age in a few months. Look after your brother and sister.”

Oh, gods, the twins. They’re still asleep in their rooms down the hall. Is it better to wake them, so they can say goodbye, or to let them have one last peaceful slumber, unknowing of their parents’ fates?

“We’ll tell them,” she says softly. “Not the whole truth, but… that we’ll be gone, for a while. And we might not be back.”

Your head is still spinning, but you shove down the swirling thoughts and pull back the covers. “I’ll go with you — to talk to them. I should be there.”

You throw a silk robe atop your nightgown, not bothering with slippers as you follow them down the hall for what may very well be the most difficult conversation of your life.

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one week later

You manage to gather the twins into your arms, letting them hug your legs and hide their faces in your skirts. “Don’t look,” you say softly. “Hold on to the stones. They’ll protect you.”

You grip your own tightly, holding it in a fist that you rest on your younger brother’s back as he shakes with sobs.

You have never met the rest of these kids, only Xaden and Bodhi, but your heart breaks for all of them — there must be over a hundred here, from teenagers to infants. You pray that some of them are too young to remember this moment. 

Someone guides you back by your upper arm, turning you to face him — Bodhi. He lays a hand on your back, the other on your sister’s.  

You know what is going to happen in a few seconds, but for a moment all you can focus on is the warmth of his touch, the look in his eyes as he pulls you closer, silently tucking your head into his collar.

He hardly knows you, but he is holding you as tenderly as one would a lover, shielding you from the sight behind you and wrapping you in warmth and security.

You close your eyes just before you hear the screaming — then it stops. You nearly crumple to the ground, knowing what that silence means, but he holds you steady, keeping you upright as you tremble.

There’s a muffled sob from your left hip, distracting you from your own grief. 

They’re both still covering their eyes, as you’d directed. Thank the gods.

You settle onto the ground, not caring about the rocks that dig into your legs nor the dust that covers your skirt as you embrace your siblings, letting them cling to you and cry into your chest.

“Just keep looking at me,” you tell them, sniffing away your own tears. “We’re okay.”

There’s the sound of shifting gravel as Bodhi kneels down beside you, one hand still on your back, smoothing up and down idly. 

You don’t know how long you remain there, the four of you wrapped up in each other, crying wordlessly.

Evidently too long, as a soldier comes by to shoo you away. How much more cruel can they be, to force you to watch your parents be killed, and then chase you off like animals?

You glare at him, but know better than to say anything.

Bodhi hefts your sister into his arms, letting her cling to him and sniffle into his shirt collar.

You take your brother's hand, momentarily stunned by the sight of your arm, the spiraling black pattern that runs from your wrist past your elbow. You can see a matching one on your sister, and another peeking out from Bodhi’s sleeve.

“We’ll be okay,” you whisper down to your brother, as much of a reassurance for yourself as it is for him. “We have each other.”

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another week later

“She’s in the sitting room,” Anna says quietly, gesturing to the left. 

Bodhi thanks her, entering.

He hasn’t been here since that party your parents had hosted, the one to celebrate your engagement — that had completely blindsided you both.

The house looks different now, dim and bare; walls that were once covered in paintings now decorated only with rectangular patches of darkened wallpaper, furniture missing, likely having been taken away for auction.

You sit not in the two great chairs your mother and father would always occupy, rather at the end of a small couch, your sister asleep with her head in your lap as you stroke her hair absentmindedly.

He supposes you’re the lady of the house now. You look the part, poised and refined even without an audience. He’s never seen you with your hair up like this before. It looks remarkably similar to your mother’s, a neat and simple updo.

He can barely spot the black swirls peeking out from the top of your gloves — the fabric extends past your elbows, a bit longer than is fashionable, but you’d likely chosen them to hide the mark you’d tried so hard to wash away. You’d scrubbed your skin until it cracked and bled, to no avail; this is magic, that can’t be undone with soap and a washcloth.

You finally notice him standing in the doorway — with nearly all of the staff gone, there is no one to announce his presence. “Bodhi,” you greet, flushed. “I’d stand, but...”

He gives you a soft smile. “It’s okay. We don’t need to be so formal anymore.”

He has a point — you are legally married, and with your parents gone…. You motion for him to sit across from you. 

“How are the twins?” he asks quietly, nodding toward your sister.

You gaze down at her — she finally looks peaceful, for the first time this week. You wonder what she’s dreaming about.

“They’re sleeping through the night now,” you answer, “but she’ll hardly let me out of her sight. I think she’s afraid I’ll be next.”

He exhales, sitting with the admission for a moment. He himself is old enough to understand the situation, but a child… he can’t imagine what it must be like for those even younger than the twins.

“How are you?” you ask gently. 

“Managing,” he answers, truthfully. He looks like he hasn’t slept well, deep creases under his eyes and exhaustion dragging his shoulders down. 

He takes a breath. “I wanted to talk to you about… us.”

You smile at him softly. “I will not hold you to the terms decided for us by our parents, if that’s what you’re asking. I know neither of us had any say in the matter.”

You can’t tell if the fleeting look on his face is disappointment or relief. You haven’t been able to label many of your own feelings lately, haven’t had the time to.

“If you want to have it annulled, I understand. But even if we don’t have a… traditional partnership, I’d like to be there for the three of you. I enjoyed what little time we had together, and I hope we can become friends.”

“I’ll leave the decision to you. But I’d like that,” you say quietly. “It would be nice to have a friend — someone who understands.”

He realizes that while you and your sister are dressed in mourning black, there are no condolence cards on the table, no flowers... It had taken a few minutes for someone to answer the door, and the woman who had looked genuinely surprised to see anyone.

There will be no callers, no cards, no flowers. You’re entirely alone. Your family’s allegiance to the revolution has ostracized you. You’ve been shunned.

“Of course,” he says warmly. “I’ll continue to write, but… maybe I could start coming by once a week? Or whenever you want, just… just to talk?” he rubs the back of his neck nervously, wondering if he’s overstepped.

“I appreciate the offer, and I’d like that very much, but we’re going to move in with my grandmother next week,” you say quietly. “In Tirvainne.”

That explains all the missing pieces, and the lack of staff — you’re slowly letting go of everything, and everyone, before you leave.

“That’s where Xaden is moving, too. So I’ll have twice the reason to come visit,” he says with a soft smile. 

You return it, but there’s still a profound sadness in your eyes as you do. “You’re a good man, Bodhi. I’m glad it was you.”

He looks a little flushed at the comment, but takes it in stride. “I have no doubt in your ability to care for them, but you shouldn’t have to do it alone. If you ever need anything, I’m only a letter away,” he says softly, standing to take his leave.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

Your sister still hasn’t roused, finally sleeping soundly — you won’t disturb her, lest this be the only sleep she can get. She deserves the peace, anyway. 

So you stay in place, not having moved an inch since Bodhi’s arrival a few minutes ago, watching him leave.

You wish he would have stayed longer, but what would you have done if he had? What would you possibly have discussed, if not the events of the last week? Would talking about anything else be a dishonor to your parents? It certainly wouldn’t feel right to enjoy anything right now, but sitting with him in complete silence would be preferable to being alone with your thoughts.

You run your fingertips over the cover of the book you’d brought down as a distraction, but had been unable to pay attention to, your mind otherwise occupied.

In another life, marrying Bodhi would have been nice. You’d have a calm, comfortable existence, with charity functions and needlework and nights at the ballet, walks along the river in summer and ice-skating in the winter when it freezes over… and eventually, a house full of children to do it all with. Your parents would come to visit every month, and spoil them rotten. The two of you might have even fallen in love.

Maybe it’s selfish of you, but you’d pick that story over this one, a thousand times over.

[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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[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.

＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿

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.

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From Scratch - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Title: From Scratch - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Rebel Ridge” Film Universe

Character: Terry Richmond

Pairing: Terry Richmond + Female Reader

Main Storyline: After escaping Shelby Springs, Terry Richmond doesn't know what to expect.

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2024

With his cousin Mike gone, veteran Terry Richmond slid evidence by the police station and drove away, leaving that rural but dangerous town of Shelby Springs. There's no other choice.

Scoring this new home later, Richmond organized his few belongings and just planned to settle, hopefully comfortable within the unknown space.

After mowing his lawn this morning, Terry glanced across the street and noticed that someone took down one of those long-awaited “For Sale” signs.

Before long, this U-HAUL truck arrived without fail and different staff members hopped, ready to assist whoever else could join the neighborhood.

Once folks carried various boxes inside, another car pulled right into that driveway and this woman stepped out, gathering luggage from this trunk.

Thanking everyone for helping, you entered this house and closed the front door. No partner or wedding ring joined in sight, not yet at least.

Taking this much-needed shower, Richmond quietly acknowledged your presence.

Who knows what could happen next?

________

Later that night while listening to music, you cooked dinner, but someone rang the doorbell out of nowhere.

Setting down work in your new kitchen, you checked the lense of that peephole just in case and found this man holding gorgeous flowers.

“Can I help you?” You opened the door, but took the porch to stand by.

“Uh, sorry to bother you. I…” His deep voice almost chuckled through nerves.

You gently smiled for a moment. “I just moved here.”

“Me too.” Terry grinned back.

“Is everything okay?” You asked.

“Yes, Ma'am. These are for you.” Richmond postured the bouquet again.

“Oh!” Your voice nearly gasped upon realization this time. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome.” Terry exchanged the flowers and planned to head back, but you still reached him.

“What's your name?” You cleared your throat.

“Terry…” His striking eyes locked down when Richmond faced you again.

“Nice to meet you.” You've nodded right back in return.

“Good night.” Just as Terry left the porch, you noticed that this tight shirt clothed one muscular frame and dark tattoos inked past corners.

Damn. Who are you? Your thoughts jumbled.

*******

After visiting porches back and forth, you exchanged numbers and invited Terry over, still offering boundaries no matter what happens next.

Nothing crazy lined up that afternoon. You both planned to share lunch and Terry would leave before sundown. You'd have work in the morning.

Tonight though, talking moved past midnight and you accidentally fell asleep on the living room couch.

Right before Terry could slip away, you somehow woke up again.

“T….” Your voice rasped.

“Don't worry. I'll leave.” Richmond knew so much better.

“It's dark outside.” You would caution him regardless.

“Appreciate your concern, but I live right across the street, remember?” Terry pointed.

“Yeah, but I'd feel better if you stayed here until tomorrow. It's late and I have a guest room upstairs.” You kept looking out, worried.

“Thank you.” Richmond nodded, heading to your guest room for the first time.

He was a good person even after moving away from Shelby Springs. Richmond deserved safety like everyone else in the world.

*****

By morning, you found each other leaving this house and stood in the driveway.

“Thank you.” Terry repeated himself.

“Of course.” You just held the car keys and smiled.

“Don't fall asleep.” His chuckled warmed your heart again.

“Very funny. Bye.” You planned to drive away, but Terry gestured for your chance to roll down the window.

“No more flowers.” Towering height, Richmond tapped the roof of your car and you left, prompting this man to grin all day.

[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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{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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Congrats

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Congrats

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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