#I also loved that from the moment we knew they went to shoot something outside of mexico city with just ana and mariana

[hauntingblue]

Jaya time

I love these moments of nearly cosmic horror when they encounter inexplicable things (at first) they are so intriguing

Is strawhat here?! *Megan thee stallion saying AAH 😜*

This cover just goes hard... Get it chopper

[nathaslosthershit]

A Much Needed Interview (OP81)

(Part 2 of Teen Dad) Summary: After the shock of Oscar revealing himself to be a former teen dad, he joins an interview in the hopes of clearing everything up and limiting the overwhelming amount of questions he has been getting.

“Oscar, it is nice of you to sit down with us. I know it has been an interesting few weeks for you and your family. How are you guys all doing?” The interviewer asks.

‘Yeah, y’know, I had expected to one day have to open up about it all, but I never thought I’d have to do it the way I did. It has been fine, obviously my kids are young enough to not be impacted because they aren’t on social media, but it has been strange for my fiancée who is now getting hundreds of requests on her private account. I have sort of decided to take a break from social media because the response has been overwhelming and like none before. Mostly positive but I think a few people have gotten the wrong idea so I was hoping to clear everything up.” Oscar rambled. He was more nervous about this interview than any he had done before.

“Of course. Why don’t we start at the beginning, how did you and your fiancée meet?”

“We actually met at one of my races. She went to support one of her close friend’s brothers. After the race that I sadly didn’t do too well in, I saw her with her friend and I was kinda frozen in my spot, immediately head over heels. Sadly, it seems like everyone but her noticed. I was too scared to do anything so I just watched her leave. I think I sulked for days, totally regretting my decision to do nothing. A totally heartbroken 16 year old. I looked for her every single race until she finally came back a few months later.”

“Oh please tell me you finally got the confidence to shoot your shot.”

“Nope! I just stared at her and stuttered when she caught me looking then ran off. I then had an amazing race, I think part of me was just trying to make up for the embarrassment and luckily it seems my car got the memo. After the race she came up to me and asked for my number.” God, he was blushing profusely at the memory. He knew he would be getting slack for this for a very long time. 

“Such a story! The young Oscar Piastri was no ladies’ man.”

“He was absolutely not. Soon after we started dating.” Oscar awkwardly laughed, sensing what was about to come up.

“And then kids came shortly after?” The interviewer asked with care in his voice, certainly able to sense Oscar’s change in attitude.

“Yeah. Uh, obviously not planned. I don’t think many people plan to become parent’s at 18. It was a shock… I didn’t handle it the best at first, something I think I will always regret. She was scared and while so was I, I should have been more supportive. I was embarrassed for a while. Felt like a total idiot. I didn’t tell anyone outside of my family and made them swear to secrecy. I also began to isolate myself from friends because I couldn’t bring myself to tell them but also felt terrible lying. A few months in I finally snapped myself out of it and began to focus on all the wonderfulness that was to come. I loved her more than anything and I would be lying if I said I hadn’t already imagined a life together in great detail. By the time we found out it was twins, a boy and a girl, I was ecstatic.”

“Well mate, I don’t blame you for your feelings. I definitely would have been a terrible father at 18 so I salute you.” The interviewer joked.

“Honestly, I had the same thought for a while, even when I was excited to have kids. I had so many doubts about it, I mean how could I not? But when it came down to it, I couldn’t afford to be anything less than a great father. Of course I had my moments, and still do years later, but I wouldn’t be able to let myself be anything less than I am. If you love your kids enough, you find a way.”

“How did having kids so young impact your career? Obviously it didn’t hurt it too much considering you are in your second year driving in Formula 1.”

“Well, I decided I wouldn’t advertise my situation unless a team was very serious about me. Prema knew, Alpine did too and of course McLaren does. All were welcoming and accommodating, as much as they could be. I don’t think I would have gone with any of them if they weren’t cool with it though. I realized the minute my kids were born I would give it all up for them, which scared the hell out of me.”

“That is admirable. All these years later you are still with their mother, correct?”

“Yes! I asked her to marry me over break. Everyone close to us had been confused as to why it took so long but we had discussed marriage together many times and made the decision that because our relationship moved so fast with having kids so young, we would wait a bit. I mean, we are still young but I honestly couldn’t wait any longer. She is everything to me and the most wonderful mother my kids could have.”

“Have your kids been around the paddock yet? I assume they are old enough to understand what you do.”

“They have been to the factory and come with me to meetings when we haven’t had a sitter for them. Luckily, they are both very well behaved in public, they also really like watching the races on tv and have somewhat of an understanding of what I do. They don’t believe I actually drive the car though.” Oscar rumbled. Trying to convince his twins that yes, their father actually does drive the cars they see going super fast, has been an ongoing issue. They seem to believe he is tricking them but have no problem believing Uncle Logan and Uncle Lando drive the cars. It has definitely humbled him immensely.

“Well you will have to fix that soon huh? Will they be attending races in the future?”

“I am trying to work that out with my fiancée actually. They are almost four so we don’t want them traveling too far, I also don’t believe they will be able to be entertained solely by the race the entire time so we have a lot to deal with. But I think seeing them on the paddock supporting me will be one of the best moments of my life. I selfishly can’t wait for them to come.”

The interview wrapped up shortly after that. Getting to reminisce on the start of his relationship and how far they have come and how many wonderful things are in the future put Oscar in a deliriously happy mood. He couldn’t wait to get home to his family. 

Walking through the door, he was immediately welcomed to the sound of toddler meltdowns. Fully entering the house, he saw his very tired fiancée rubbing her face as she tried to calm her babies down. Clearly this had been going on for a while.

Despite how upset she looked, she immediately perked up at seeing Oscar had returned. But that immediately went away as she remembered the screaming kids and how messy the house and herself were.

“Sorry honey, I know you are probably so tired after the interview and meetings earlier and these two missed their nap so they are so cranky and I just-” He cut her off with a kiss. Once he pulled away she looked at him, perplexed. A kiss from Oscar was never unwelcome but it was the last thing she expected at that moment.

“Hey, look at me.” He said as he put a hand on her cheek. “I love you and our little family so much and you never, ever have to apologize for something as trivial as this. Why don’t you go get in the bath and relax a little and I will try to wrangle these two, okay?” 

In her eyes, Oscar had never been hotter than he was now. Now it was her turn to surprise him with a kiss, even more passionate than the first. They would have continued if it hadn’t been for more screaming from their two kids.

Still, Oscar wouldn’t change a thing.

[toiletclown]

numb, but i still feel it. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

spencer agnew x f!reader

angst/miscommuncation with a happy ending :3

summary: when your feelings start to be too much, you pull back. but is the pain of being away from spencer any better than the pain of telling him how you feel?

word count: 5.5k

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“Hey, Y/N, did you want to get food after work? I’ve been craving a triple dipper from Chili’s,” Spencer asked his best friend. 

“Oh, sorry, Spen. I have plans tonight. Maybe some time next week?” She replied, face stoic. She started messing around on her phone, and the space between them grew just a bit wider. Spencer had to force himself not to focus on it.

“Oh. Sure, no problem.” He walked back to his pod, dejected.

That was how it started. She stopped seeing him as much outside of work, then suddenly wasn’t scheduled for games shoots for a week or two. And when she was on a games shoot, their usual bouncy, spitfire interactions just weren’t the same. They had been on a livestream together earlier in the week, with Shayne and Amanda. He didn’t check the chat or comments on that one. Spencer already knew what they said.

Week after week, texts went unanswered, or answered days later. She wasn’t present around the office. Spencer was hurting, but he didn’t know who he could talk to about it. For two months now, their dynamic had become entirely different. And he didn’t know what the fuck he did. If he even did do anything.

He was tired of being tossed to the side, feeling discarded. Y/N had been his best friend for more than five years now, and he hadn’t seen her outside of work in months. He knew he had to talk to someone about it.

After some internal struggle, Spencer decided Courtney was his best bet. Angela was closer with Y/N, but Angela would also be biased. Not that he could blame her, he was biased in Y/N’s favor more often than not, too. It was hard not to be. She was magnetic, her energy addicting. He missed her. Courtney would be more pragmatic, and give some better advice. No shade to Ang, she was a great friend, but he couldn’t trust that she wouldn’t say something to Y/N that would derail their friendship further, unfortunately.

Once Y/N had left for the day, Spencer creeped around the office, trying to catch Court before they left.

“Court! Can I steal you for a second?” He yelled, running after Courtney. They were clearly on their way out, and he needed to talk to them today. She turned around, seemingly surprised to see Spencer. 

“Oh! Hey, Spence. Yeah, can I meet you in your pod in like five minutes?” They were fiddling with their necklace, a nervous habit, and Spencer pretended not to notice. He nodded and made his way to the kitchen to grab a Kickstart. Y/N had already left for the day, and Spencer knew he wouldn’t be able to talk to Courtney if she were still in the building. She’d sense it somehow and find him spilling the metaphorical beans and ruin whatever chance he had at salvaging this.

After standing around in the kitchen for a moment, slightly procrastinating the conversation, he went back to his pod to find Courtney already there. “Oh, hey, I must’ve lost track of time, my bad.”

Courtney stood and walked over to Spencer, putting a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Spence, I love you, but if you’re going to ask me anything related to Y/N, I would really prefer not to get in the middle.”

Spencer deflated, confused. “Uh, can I ask what you mean by that?” His eyes shifted around, ensuring no one was in the hallway or near the door. He didn’t want whatever was happening to be overheard.

“Well, I know you two are, like, going through it right now, I guess. I don’t want to get involved… I don’t want to… take sides or whatever.”

Now he was even more confused. “I wasn’t aware that we were going through it… or that sides were needed?”

Courtney led Spencer to sit down so they could be a little more clear. They didn’t want to hurt Spencer’s feelings, but she might have to be a little mean if it meant getting her point across.

“Spencer. We’ve all noticed something going on with you two. If you two are going to break up we just want it to be amicable, we all love you both so much that–”

“Break up?” Spencer cut them off, his confusion surpassing a new level. “What the fuck do you mean, break up?”

“Well, we don’t want you to! But if that’s where it’s heading–”

“Courtney! Me and Y/N aren’t even dating?” Spencer’s face flushed without his consent.

“But you told us all months ago that you wanted to ask her out… and then you both were so different after a week or two that we all kind of thought you were just toning it down to be, you know, professional.” Courtney looked embarrassed, but so did Spencer.

“Oh, my god.” Spencer was horrified. “No, we are not dating, I still haven’t asked her out or, or even told her how I feel.”

“Well, I guess I can tell Shayne to stop worrying now. He thought you were, like, keeping the relationship and hot goss from him. You know how much he loves love.” Courtney smiled fondly.

Spencer felt extremely nauseous. “No, of course I would be telling him everything. But there’s nothing to tell. And I wanted to talk to you because I’m starting to get worried that there never will be anything to tell. She’s pulled back a lot and I don’t know what I did wrong or what happened. I was hoping you’d be able to give me some insight.” He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm brewing in his head and his stomach. “It’s like, everything was fine. And then randomly, out of nowhere, it wasn’t. But as far as I can remember, we didn’t have a fight. I can’t think of anything I could have done to upset her like this, and I’m willing to apologize for whatever it is but…” He let out a sigh, “It’s like she’s a different person now. She won’t text me back, or she’ll respond days and days later with some shitty excuse. She’s not on that many games shoots anymore and when she is, she doesn’t seem to want to interact with me. I just want to fix this. My feelings for her aside, I miss my best friend, dude.”

Courtney wrapped Spencer in a hug, knowing that physical touch in moments like this always helped. Something she had actually learned from Y/N. After a soft pat on the back, they pulled apart. “Honey, I’m so sorry. We all misread the situation. I hope you don’t think we were uncaring, or that we didn’t want to help. We all knew something was up, honestly, you both wear your hearts on your sleeves. But we thought that it was more of a personal, relationship issue than… this. I’m so sorry, babe. Tell ya what, me, Ang, and Amanda will have a bestie’s night with her and see what we can figure out. Sound good?” 

Spencer nodded, wiping a small tear that threatened to escape his eye. 

“I can’t promise I’ll be the best double agent, depending on what I find out. But I’ll see what I can do. I know you love her, Spencer. We’ll get this sorted, okay?” Courtney gave Spencer a little pat on the head, and he left the conversation feeling a bit better. 

//

“Y/NNNNNNNN!” Angela called down the hall, searching for her friend. “Yo, Shayne. Have you seen Y/N?” 

Shayne shrugged his shoulders, “Haven’t seen her all day. Did she call off?”

“You’re no help!” She replied, letting him walk away.

Alex Tran then turned the corner into the little lunch area, and Angela decided to accost them next. “Alex! Where’s Y/N?”

“Uh, I don’t know? I thought she called out today.” 

“What the fuck.” Angela took her phone out, immediately texting her.

yo where tf are u??? did u call out alex said u called out??

Angela then took a seat, a little out of breath from running around the Smoffice looking for her bestie. Luckily her phone vibrated nearly immediately.

yea sorry i got a lil stomach bug :/ hoping it’s a 24 hr thing bc i feel like ASS!!

“Okay she has a stomach bug everyone! Calm down!” Angela yelled, as though the lunch room was, a) populated and b) interested. She was interested.

stomach bug, eh? what’d you eat? spencer’s ass?

ANGELA???

what i’m curious sue me

i did not eat spencer’s ass. i had some leftover chinese food that might have been a little too left over. iykwim. be nice to me it’s coming out both ends!!

ok that’s tmi i fear

you just asked me if i ate my best friend’s ass

i asked if u ate spencer’s ass not mine <3

i fear after this convo u have been demoted to second best friend sorry queen </3

i’ll be over with some meds n soup after this shoot. u will forgive me then.

maybe.

After Angela finished her conversation with Y/N, she hopped over to the games set to do a quick livestream. It was slated to be an hour, but she silently hoped it ended a little earlier. After Courtney told her and Amanda that something weird was going on between Y/N and Spencer, she knew she had to sneak attack before the real attack. They had scheduled a bestie’s night out on Friday, and it was Wednesday. All three of them accosting Y/N at once wasn’t ideal, and she knew Y/N would clam up if she wasn’t eased into it, so she told Courtney and Amanda she would try and get some intel one-on-one first.

As Angela walked onto set, Alex informed her that he was swapping out for her in the stream, so she could head out whenever she wanted. They had winked when they told her this, so Ang could only assume this was a joint effort that he was in on. Good to hear.

She made her rounds to say goodbye and make sure she didn’t have any other tasks to finish that day, and confirmed with Ian and Anthony that she could head out. Once she was all good to go, Angela texted Y/N to let her know she was picking up food and then would be on her way.

//

You were laying in bed, curled up under the covers trying to come up with an excuse. Why did you have to say it was a stomach bug? You should be able to be open and honest with your friends. After a nice deep sigh, you got up and put on some sweats and a t-shirt, knowing Angela would arrive in mere minutes.

You grabbed a Red Bull from your fridge, needing a kick of energy. You should text Spencer. He had messaged you about an hour before, just to say he hopes you feel better. Damn your lie. You opened the text thread with him, looking at your frankly embarrassing lack of responses or late replies. He deserved better than that. That was the problem, though, wasn’t it? He deserved a better friend. And a fantastic partner. And you knew that he didn’t want that, despite how badly you did.

The feelings you had been harboring for Spencer were getting to a point you couldn’t deny them anymore. You’d been pushing them down since that very first day, and your heart was hurting. A lot.

– Five years ago –

You walked into the office, head held high despite your anxiety. You wanted to make a good impression, and you weren’t letting your brain get in the way of that. You couldn’t. Greeted by a man a few inches taller than you, though not by much, you felt oddly at peace right away. He had glasses and little tattoos decorating his forearms, and his curly brown hair was wisping to and fro under a hat with the Smosh logo across it. 

“Hey, are you Y/N?” He asked, and you nodded silently, finding yourself at a loss for words. “I’m Spencer. I’ll be sitting in on your interview. I help out on the games channel and edit here and there.” His smile was bright, and you felt yourself returning it.

“Oh, cool. Uh, I think I’m supposed to be meeting with Ian?” You said, despite him clearly already knowing this information.

He smiled again, and your stomach fluttered without your permission. The calm feeling that came over you was certainly reassuring, but if your body kept reacting to this random man like this, you were expecting a few problems in your future.

“Yeah, we’re meeting right down the hall here. I’ll take you over but then I’m going to run to the kitchen to grab a Kickstart. Ian should already be in there anyway, and he’s definitely going to appreciate your timeliness.” Spencer glanced at the watch on his wrist, seeming to mentally note that you were around five minutes early. Truthfully, you had arrived twenty minutes before your actual interview, but you didn’t want to be that early. After sitting in your car and listening to some music to relax, you had made your way in with eight minutes to spare. You got a little caught up at the door and the very kind and conversational woman at the desk, but still managed to be early.

You nodded again, and followed Spencer down the hall to a meeting room that was spacious but cozy. The man sitting at the head of the table – Ian, you assumed – smiled and stood as you entered.

“Hey, Spencer.” He walked to meet you both at the entrance, and he held his hand out to shake. “And you must be Y/N! I’m Ian Hecox, we spoke over email.” 

You shook his hand, introducing yourself and thanking him for the opportunity. 

Spencer told Ian he’d be right back, and you and Ian grabbed seats at the table. “I see you’ve met Spencer! He works on the games channel, but he’s lined up for a promotion to director of games so I asked him to sit in on the interview just so he’d be comfortable when he actually had to start interviewing people himself.”

“He’s very nice! He made me feel welcome right away.” You were lightly fidgeting under the table, anxiety coming back now that Spencer had left. 

You and Ian got to talking about your past experiences – improv with Groundlings, two one-woman plays at Dynasty Typewriter, and some script work here and there at small entertainment companies. You had applied for cast but told Ian you’d be fine behind the scenes as well, hoping to have a shot at one or the other and emphasizing your willingness to wear multiple hats.

Soon, Spencer returned and shut the door behind him, sitting across from you at the table with Kickstart in hand.

After the interview, Ian had called you personally a mere hour afterwards to tell you he was impressed with your resume and interview and wanted to bring you on. You’d start doing some script work, and then would transition to cast full-time if you liked it. You were ecstatic, but couldn’t help but be even more excited at the concept of getting to know Spencer better.

Unfortunately, by the end of the interview you could already tell you were developing a work crush on Spencer. You’d had them before, and you’d kept yourself in check. You could do it again, right?

Five years later, you weren’t so sure.

//

You were pulled out of your reverie by your Ring doorbell going off. You knew it was Angela because she also knocked afterwards, the same catchy little knock she always did. You took another sip of your Red Bull and ventured to your door, pulling it open and giving Ang a hug.

“Well, you don’t look all that shitty, considering you’re apparently shitting your brains out and puking them up as well. Spill, bitch,” was her only form greeting as she came into your apartment and sat the little soup containers on the counter. She turned around and glared at you, but there was no real venom in it. Angela could see through you like nobody else, even Spencer. He understood you in a way that was different, for sure, but you could never lie or even lightly fib to Ang without her immediately calling you on it.

Another sigh escaped you, and you sat on your couch to get into it. “Where should I start? Actually, tell me your hypothesis and I’ll go from there.”

Angela scooted up close to you, leaning her head on your shoulder. You were big on physical touch, and she somehow always knew what you needed. “You’re in love with Spencer and having trouble coming to terms with it because you think he doesn’t return your feelings so you’ve been silently freaking out for probably two months because you hate talking about your feelings even though I’m your best friend and know exactly what you’re feeling at all times even when you try to hide it from me.”

“You didn’t take a breath for that whole sentence, you know,” was your only response.

She poked your thigh, “Don’t deflect.”

You rolled your eyes, affectionate in every way, because you couldn’t be mad when she was fucking right. Because of course she was. “Is it deflection if you already know you’re correct, you demon? Yes, you’re spot the fuck on, as always. Jesus.” You laid your head on the back of the couch, trying to remain calm. “I don’t know what the fuck to do. I can’t hide this shit anymore, and it’s getting to a point where it’s interfering with my work, clearly. I know he doesn’t feel the same – I can’t even give myself hope that he does because, like, I feel like he would have told me at this point, you know? We’re always honest with each other, occasionally too honest, and I find it hard to believe he’d be able to keep that from me. He’s an open book, and I can read him like you can read me. I don’t know. I’ve been feeling lost about it, I guess.”

Angela let you get your feelings out, awkward pauses and teary eyes given grace because she’s always good to you. But then she laughed. A deep, rumbling laugh from the depths of her soul. Which hurt a little bit.

“Why the fuck are you laughing at me? I’m emotional, be nice, you freak!” You laughed beside yourself, because even though it did hurt a little bit, you know her intentions were golden.

“Y/N, you idiot. Walk me through your thought process here. Why do you think he doesn’t return your feelings, seriously. I want an explanation.”

“Like I said! He hasn’t said anything! I’ve just been pushing him away because that’s easier than being near him, Angela, it hurts to be next to him knowing I can never kiss him or tell him what I’m really feeling. I want to do everything with him. I want to carpool to work with him, I want to go to dinner with him and cook food for him, I want to go on Kickstart runs with him and try to understand why the fuck he drinks that shit when Red Bull exists. I want to understand him, inside and out. I want him, in every sense. And if he wanted all that too, he would have told me by now!” You were tired of keeping everything inside, and you knew Angela wouldn’t sugarcoat anything or lead you astray. 

Ang grabbed your hands, rubbing her thumbs against the backs of them – your favorite form of physical comfort from her. “Babe, I’m quite literally going to hold your hand when I tell you this. You’re way too in your head about this. Step back, take a deep breath, and try to see his perspective. You haven’t told him anything either, and now you’re ignoring him and doing your best to not be anywhere near him. How is he supposed to interpret that? How could he be honest with you about his feelings when you won’t even text the poor man back? What if he was gearing himself up for it, finally ready to be open, and then you pull back so far he doesn’t feel like it’s a good idea to tell you?”

After a few deep breaths on your part, and a nice inhale on Angela’s, you started calming down. “Well, yeah, I guess. But what makes you think he returns my feelings? What gave you that inclination?”

“I’ve been in an office with you five days a week for two years. And my eyes work. With or without my glasses. Y/N, I’m not trying to push you or stress you out, and I’m also not trying to tell you how Spencer feels. Only he knows what he’s feeling, but I know what I see. The way he looks at you, the way his smile fades just the slightest bit when you leave the room, the way he tailors his jokes to make you laugh the hardest, not even trying to make jokes that would land for anyone else. I can’t tell you that Spencer returns your feelings, but I can tell you that I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if he did. You need to let him in, and even though you don’t have to tell him how you’re feeling right away, you need to be more honest with him. He’s your best friend, and even if he somehow, in some extremely strange turn of events, doesn’t feel the same, I don’t think that he’s going to cut you off for loving him.” She punctuated her sentence with a hug and a kiss to your forehead.

“Can I have some soup?” You whispered, tears threatening to spill.

“Do you deserve soup? You are a liar. I don’t think liars deserve soup,” Angela replied, despite standing to grab the containers. You laughed, grateful for her lack of seriousness, and grabbed a tissue from your end table to dab at your eyes. 

She brought over the containers, setting them on the coffee table and handing you some napkins and a spoon. “Everything will be okay, honey. But you have to talk to Spencer, and soon. Can you promise me you’ll text him today? Even just to say hi. Like I said, you don’t have to tell him everything right away. But you can’t keep pushing him away, okay?” 

“Okay.”

After some soup and an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Angela headed out after nudging your phone closer to you. You nodded, and gave her a hug once you thanked her for her time and the soup. 

You put a record on, some random piano and instrumental album Spencer had gifted you after he found it at the thrift shop. Sinking into the couch once more, you muscled up the nerve to pick up your phone.

Angela had sent you a text encouraging you once more, and you sent some hearts in return. Opening the text thread with Spencer, your single pinned conversation in the messaging app, you took a deep breath and started typing.

hey bug. are u free?

His response was immediate, almost alarmingly so. You knew his phone was on do not disturb, but you also knew that you came through all his different DND modes. 

yeah what’s up?

can you come over? i miss you

omw love

The fast responses were a bit anxiety-inducing, and you realized you should probably make yourself a little more presentable. Making your way to the bathroom, Find My Friends app open and live-updating, you brushed your hair out and changed into one of Spencer’s shirts you stole however many years ago. You tossed on some pants, not wanting to be in sweats when you knew you were probably going to spill your guts as soon as he knocked on your door. Some mascara also probably wouldn’t hurt, but the Find My Friends app informed you that he wasn’t far away. Plus, you didn’t expect to make it out of this conversation without tears.

Spencer had to have been speeding with how quickly he got to your apartment. LA traffic was no joke, but it didn’t seem like he had encountered any somehow. When you first checked his location after texting him, you saw he was at the office, so you wondered what he told Ian and Anthony to be able to leave so quickly. 

You had finally managed to calm yourself down, and then he was in your apartment’s little entry alcove. You had given him a key as soon as you got the place. He hadn’t asked, but you were given two keys and knew if you needed him for anything he’d be over quicker than anyone else.

“Hey,” you whispered, taken aback by his natural beauty. He was wearing his glasses, which you secretly preferred. They suited him so well, and they made his eyes just a bit brighter. 

Spencer walked over to you, wrapping you in a hug with absolutely no hesitance. You appreciated that about him – no matter what was going on in either of your heads, you could always count on him to give you a hug when he saw you for the first time in a while.

“Hi, love.” He placed a small and quiet kiss on the top of your head, something he had been doing for years at this point, but it almost hurt a little bit this time. You were beginning to worry again. How could you deal with not having that physical affection if this went badly? “Get out of your head, Y/N. What’s going on, just talk to me, please.”

You both relaxed onto the couch, mere centimeters apart, as always. The strongest gods to exist couldn’t pull him away from you.

“I’m really sorry, bug. I’ve been shitty.” You looked down at your hands, decades-old habit of fidgeting with your thumbnail returning with a quickness. Spencer put his hand on yours, knowing you’d pick at your skin if he didn’t intervene. God, you really loved this man. “I’ve been pushing you away because I’ve been having my own internal issues, and that’s unfair to you, and I’m sorry. I’ve been a bad friend, but I want you to know it’s not your fault in the slightest. You know I tend to bottle stuff up, and I’m sorry I haven’t been honest.”

Spencer put his arm around you, pulling you ever-closer to him. You rested your head on his shoulder, a mirror of you and Angela a mere thirty minutes prior. Tears started falling, and you didn’t try to stop them. You had to let it out, holding it in wouldn’t do any good. Yeah, Angela tried to reinforce that you didn’t need to tell Spencer everything right away, but talking about it with her helped enough that you were confident now. It was time.

“Spence,” you started, looking up at him through your lashes. “I love you, you know that, right?”

He smiled, brighter than the sun, “Of course. I love you, too, Y/N.” 

“Yeah, but I’m not entirely sure you love me the way I love you.” You looked away at this point, unable to hold eye contact when you knew you were about to let far too many words fall out of your mouth. “Five years ago when I walked into that office and you greeted me, I was so, so anxious. Your presence immediately calmed me down, and I honestly knew then and there that I was fucked. You were just so kind, and in the interview you asked questions that made me feel like I’d known you my whole life. We fit together like two strange little puzzle pieces, and I’ve felt this way since that day. I’m so fucking in love with you, Spencer. It’s killing me. I don’t expect you to return my feelings and I promise, although it might hurt a little bit at first, I really, really don’t want us to go our separate ways. But I can’t keep this inside anymore.”

You took a breath, steeling your nerves. “I want to do everything with you, and I want to be everything to you. I’m head over heels over ass over dick in love with you, and it’s driving me crazy. I tried pulling away, I thought it might help the feelings fade. But I just feel like a dick, since that’s what I’ve been for months at this point. I’m really sorry, I was trying to preserve my own sanity but I didn’t take your feelings into account and that’s unfair and shitty. I can’t say that I love you and then treat you how I’ve been treating you. I hope you can forgive me for how I’ve been acting. And above all, I hope you can forgive me for loving you. I can’t make it stop, but I promise I won’t hold anything against you. And I promise I’ll be a better friend.”

You finally separated from his side, grabbing yet another tissue to dry your face before daring to look at him. When you did finally turn your attention to Spencer, he was silently crying too.

“Y/N, you wouldn’t believe how happy I am to hear that. I’ve not been fair to you either, and I promise I’m not upset and I don’t hold anything against you. I’d be extremely hypocritical if I did.”

You were quiet, hoping he’d continue to elaborate. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, you needed to hear it from him. You needed him to say it.

When Spencer realized you weren’t going to respond, he gave you what you silently asked for. Always a mindreader, him. “I love you too, Y/N, and I have loved you just as long. When I saw you all those years ago, my heart started racing, and I thought I was having a stroke.” A quiet laugh escaped him, reminiscing on that fateful day. “You were effortlessly gorgeous, and you held yourself so confidently. I’ve been gone for you since that day, so no, I’m not upset. I’ve been meaning to tell you, too, but right when I finally decided to nut up, you started pushing me away. I got super paranoid that you had somehow realized how I felt and were, like, grossed out and decided to distance yourself. But I love you too, I have for years, and I will continue to do so for the rest of my life. It’s been you for five years, and it’s always going to be you. I can promise you that.” 

He had been holding your gaze the whole time he spoke, and you could tell he was being a hundred percent genuine. All your anxiety dissipated and was replaced with a burning happiness deep in your veins.

Feeling all too bold, you quickly asked, “Can I kiss you?” 

His response came in the form of soft lips on yours, no pressure, no rush. Just… bliss.

You started to lay back on the couch, bringing him down with you, until you were both wrapped up in each other, lazily kissing like you had all the time in the world. And it felt like you did – time had stopped entirely and the only real, tangible thing in this universe was Spencer. 

It was easy, falling into this. But it had been easy all along, you had just made it hard because you were scared. And Spencer didn’t hold that against you, he understood better than anyone. When he did finally pull back, your smiles were both so wide you knew your cheekbones would be hurting come morning. All you could do was thank him. For the kiss, for his compassion, for his forgiveness. For returning your feelings, and not judging you for being a shithead for two months. For giving you the time and space you needed to pull your head out of your ass. Spencer wasn’t having any of it, of course.

You knew there was a conversation that needed to be had, about what this friendship or relationship was now, and how you were going to navigate this change. But that could wait. You had forever, hopefully, and you knew Spencer would give you any time you needed. 

That’s why you love him, after all – he understands you better than anyone, and he had more patience than anyone else you’d met. 

You weren’t exactly looking forward to getting off this couch and moving forward, to be honest. You just wanted to stay in this moment and in Spencer’s arms, his lips on yours and his hands on your waist. But life waits for no one, and after all, Spencer was in your life, for good. You weren’t worried about the future, per se, but you had been waiting more than 1800 days for this, and you were planning on savoring it for as long as you possibly could.

You had a feeling Spencer did, too.

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told you!!!!!! send me all the deets when he finally leaves xoxo gossip ang

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another fic in the books who fuckin cheered!! i hope u enjoyed pls leave feedback if u feel so inclined... i love u!

[writingduhh]

listen im lowkey obsessed w the idea of schlatt x reader who doesnt stream or anything but is a guest on chuckle sandwich

Ok I LOVE THIS! My mind immediately went to when Charlie was still on the pod so hope that’s ok! (You can just pretend it’s tucker for all the tucker lovers)

Also, this is Fem reader!

Jschlatt || Podcast Cameo

You’ve always been a little outside the world of streaming and content creation. While your boyfriend, Schlatt, was making waves online, you preferred to stay in the background, supporting him quietly. You loved the privacy, the comfort of your normal life, and the knowledge that while he entertained millions, he came home to you.

But one day, that quiet routine was interrupted when Schlatt casually mentioned, “Hey, how would you feel about being on Chuckle Sandwich?”

You looked up from your book, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Me? On the podcast? Schlatt, I don’t even use social media. No one knows me. What would I even talk about?”

He grinned, leaning against the doorframe with that mischievous look you knew all too well. “That’s the point. You’re not like anyone else we’ve had on, and I think it’d be fun. Plus, it’s a chance for the world to see why I’m so obsessed with you.”

You rolled your eyes, your heart fluttering despite yourself. “Obsessed, huh? You’re laying it on thick today.”

“Can’t help it,” he shrugged, walking over to sit you, pulling you into his arms. “I just think you’d be great. Besides, you already know and like the guys. They’ll make it easy on you.”

You hesitated for a moment, then sighed, resting your head on his chest. “I don’t know, Schlatt. I’m not used to being in the spotlight like you are.”

He tilted your chin up, his gaze softening as he looked into your eyes. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be right there with you the whole time. And if you don’t like it, we never have to do it again. But I really think you’ll surprise yourself.”

With his arms around you and that earnest look in his eyes, it was hard to say no. “Alright, fine. I’ll do it. But only because you asked.”

“Good choice,” he murmured, leaning down to press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. “I can’t wait to show you off.”

The day of the recording arrived faster than you expected. You felt a mix of nerves and excitement as you walked into the recording studio with Schlatt by your side. Charlie and Ted greeted you warmly, as they always did, immediately making you feel at ease. They were as goofy and charming in person as they were on camera, and it wasn’t long before you were laughing along with them.

“So, what made you decide to put up with Schlatt here?” Charlie teased, leaning back in his chair as the recording began.

You shot Schlatt a playful glance, “Honestly? I think it’s his weird mix of sarcasm and sweetness. It keeps me on my toes.”

Schlatt grinned, resting his hand on your thigh under the table.

Ted jumped in, his voice full of curiosity. “So, how do you handle the whole ‘dating a youtuber’ thing? It’s gotta be pretty different from a regular relationship.”

You thought about it for a moment, feeling Schlatt’s thumb gently stroking your leg. “It is different, but it’s also kind of nice. I love that he has something he’s passionate about, and it makes the time we spend together even more special. Plus, I get to see a side of him that the audience doesn’t. A side that’s softer, sweeter… maybe even a little bit shy.”

Schlatt laughed, his hand giving your leg a light squeeze. “ Me!? Come on, you’re making me sound soft.”

You turned to him, your eyes sparkling with affection. “You are soft, sometimes. Especially when we’re alone.”

The guys erupted in playful jeers and teasing comments, but Schlatt just leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “Keep talking like that, and I might just have to show you how rough I can be.”

Your breath hitched slightly, your cheeks flushing at his words. You shot him a look that was both amused and flustered, and he chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying your reaction.

The conversation continued, flowing effortlessly from topic to topic, with Charlie and Ted keeping the mood light and fun. They asked you questions about how you and Schlatt met, your life as someone without social media, and what it was like dating someone with such a large online presence. You answered honestly, with Schlatt chiming in every so often with a sarcastic quip or a teasing remark that had you all laughing.

At one point, the conversation turned to pet peeves, and you couldn’t resist poking fun at Schlatt. “He leaves his clothes everywhere. I swear, it’s like a trail of evidence from the front door to wherever he is.”

Schlatt groaned, but there was a playful look in his eyes. “And you’re perfect, huh?”

You shrugged, giving him an innocent smile. “Pretty much.”

The banter flowed naturally, and before you knew it, the recording was wrapping up. Ted turned to you with a grin. “You did great. You’re super entertaining. Ever thought about starting your own channel?”

You shook your head, laughing. “Oh, no. I think I’ll leave that to you guys. I’m happy just being the supportive girlfriend.”

Schlatt wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “And I’m more than happy to keep you all to myself.”

As the recording ended and the mics were turned off, you felt a wave of relief mixed with a sense of accomplishment. You’d done it. You’d stepped out of your comfort zone and had actually enjoyed yourself.

Charlie and Ted both gave you hugs, thanking you for being a guest. “You’ve got to come back sometime,” Charlie said with a wink. “We’ll make a regular out of you.”

“We’ll see,” you replied, smiling. “Maybe I’ll make a cameo every now and then.”

As you and Schlatt left the studio, he slipped his hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “See? Told you you’d be great.”

You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. “You were right. I actually had fun.”

“I’m glad,” he murmured, his voice softer now that you were alone. “And just so you know, I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to show you off. I love that you’re mine, and I wanted everyone to see how amazing you are.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you stopped walking, turning to face him. “You know, for someone who tries to act tough all the time, you can be really sweet.”

Schlatt grinned, his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer. “Only for you. Don’t go spreading that around.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he leaned in, his lips touching yours. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

[asraindarkness]

If it’s okay, not necessarily BuckTommy but -

This season feels SO weird. It’s even weirder because for the first time they had a long time to plan it - they knew they were renewed for a Season 8 early into Season 7. So much so that, for the first time, they let the season end with a cliffhanger. Multiple, even.

And they they dropped all of them in a rushed and unsatisfactory way. If they didn’t want S7’s plots to continue on to 8, they could’ve ended them in S7. Never bring Ortiz or Gerard back. But instead, they went with the oddest choice and created a nice cliffhanger, only to disappoint pretty much everyone.

But for me it’s more than that. It’s also the way the characters don’t always feel like them. You’re telling me Buck never went into a deep dive about queer history or rights when he discovered he’s bi?? that Maddie would make the making men gay comment?? that Chimney wouldn’t talk to Hen about the possible second pregnancy?? I could go on and on.

And the dynamics also feel… broken. We barely have friendship moments, at all. Buddie this season feels weird, like Eddie doesn’t really want to be bothered by Buck. Hen and Chim are barely communicating. The firefam doesn’t have moments outside of emergencies (save that montage of them asking Bobby for help).

It feels like the writers have stopped knowing how to write these characters and their dynamics. And for me the found family that I fell in love with at first watch feels gone, you know?

i’ve been saying this since s6!

like aren’t they tried of keep writing buck the same all the time??? he doesn’t get promoted on his job that he’s fucking good at it, they had a kind of story about it when buck wanted to be captain in s6 and then bridge fall happened and buck was a fucking powerhouse in it and i thought they finally gonna show buck more that just a young goofy firefighter that thinks on his feet, show them he’s a leader but then they dropped it.

he doesn’t get into lasting relationship and is always chasing one and apparently now he’s gonna forget his character’s growth and gonna be right back in s1. it’s like buck’s always gonna be the boyish bratt they made in s1 when he was 25/6 not a 33yo man!

eddie can’t fucking move on for 6/7 years and tries constantly to make a mom out of everything woman he dates but now a confession and a random priest apparently healed him like he was possessed not fucking mentally traumatized!

madney are most of the times are dealing with doug that comes out like random jump scares. maddie had 2 stories last season both was about her trauma with him. yes you can’t heal from something like that for a long time or possibly never but for god’s sake that woman raised his brother as his own child when she was still a child herself and what did 911 do with this part of her? NOTHING

and you don’t need me talk about hemren’s endless suffering

and where is athena’s children???

it’s been a mess since s6 but now it’s wors cuz tim starts writing 5 minutes before they start shooting. i said it 100 times the only thing good about s7 was buck’s bi arc. they make a big deal out of problems and solve them in most childish ways in the same episode!

i know it’s basically a soap opera but ffs it’s not a fantasy. they pulled dead wife no.2 cuz it’s a soap but in what word a child can land a plane?

honestly after i reed that tim rewatched the whole thing before writing for bi buck i was sure the show gonna back to its root where chim and hen are besties and hen and athena spend time together etc etc, but apparently all he got from that is abby had a boyfriend named tommy

[winchestersisterimaginessss]

request: Can you do one that the sister keeps going out without warning them, like in the middle of the night, and they get suspicious of her dating or hunting alone, and they go after her but turns out she is just having some alone time?

A/N: fluff fluff fluff, so cute I’m gonna cry. I made John somewhat nice at some point even though ewwww. but anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one!!! Requests are open and I’m still working on a ton. Some are just easier to write about while others are taking me a while. I love all of the requests I’ve been getting and I’m so excited for you all to read them!

Dean and Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader

Your life was extremely different from the rest of the kids your age. You were fighting monsters and risking your life every single day. You never knew if you were going to make it out alive at the end of the day and you also never knew if your whole life would crumble beneath you the next. Each day that went by was a blessing and you wanted to remember that. It was hard but if you didn’t focus on the tiny bit of the good in your life then it would be too centered on the bad. You were thankful for each day that you and your family made it out okay because you knew that one day it might end differently. So you held onto those moments. You would leave the bunker at night to sit under the stars and journal about your gratitudes. The alone time was good for you, but you could tell Sam and Dean were getting suspicious. You didn’t know if they heard you leave or if they noticed your absence in the middle of the night, but they were starting to ask questions that made you assume that they found you not in the bunker. They had asked you if you had a boyfriend or if you were hunting alone. You reassured them that that was not happening, but they never let on to why they were asking. So you weren’t actually sure if they knew that you were sneaking out or not.

Tonight you really needed to clear your thoughts and there was also supposed to be an incredible meteor shower so you were super excited to see the shooting stars. You grabbed your journal and went to head out. It was about 11:30pm and you told your brothers you were going to head to sleep an hour ago so you didn’t think they would notice if you left. You passed Dean’s room and heard both of your brothers talking.

“Sam I’m telling you, she’s going to get herself hurt.” Dean sighed.

“We don’t even know what she’s doing. It’s only been a few times in the couple months where we realized she wasn’t in bed.” Sam trailed off.

“She’s still a kid Sam, I don’t need her running all over town by herself in the middle of the night. She could be out with a boy or hell, hunting alone!” Dean said stressed out.

“I know,” Sam sighed, “I’ll go talk to her and figure it out.” Sam finished. You quickly tiptoed back to your room and hopped in bed, pretending to be asleep. You didn’t want them to confront you about sneaking out and leaving the bunker in the middle of the night because you thought that they would prevent you from doing it again. Journaling and looking at the stars were something you really loved and truly brought you some sort of peace so you weren’t willing to give that up.

You heard Sam knock on your door and when he heard no answer from you, he pushed the door open.

“Hey bug, you awake?” He whispered. You stayed still and stayed quiet, pretending to be asleep. He lingered for a few seconds before you heard the door shut and his footsteps get further away. You sighed and realized you’d have to wait a little longer to go out. So you waited until around 12:30. The bunker was quiet and you slipped out the door with ease. You walked on the path outside before getting to your spot. You sat down on the top of the hill that you always sat on and started journaling. After about twenty minutes you sighed and dropped your pen. You laid down and stared at the stars. Though, you didn’t get a second to admire them before you heard someone close behind you. Without thinking twice, you jumped up leaving your journal behind and got ready to run. You felt someone grab your wrist and you let out a strangled cry before reaching to thrash at them.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey it’s Dean kiddo, it’s Dean. It’s okay!” You heard Dean’s voice.

“You scared me!” You whined before bringing your hand to your chest, trying to control your breathing and heart rate.

“Sorry kiddo.” He said sending you a sympathetic look and ruffling your hair.

“I told him not to sneak up on you.” Sam sighed from behind you.

As soon as you heard Sam’s voice you jumped out of your skin and let out a gasp.

“Jesus Sam! I didn’t even know you were here too!” You shrieked.

“See you just scared her too!” Dean smirked.

“Whatever,” Sam huffed.

“What are you two doing here?” You sighed, already knowing that they followed you.

“We noticed that you’ve been leaving the bunker and we just want to make sure you’re safe bug.” Sam explained.

“I’m fine.” You said softly trying to keep it short, but knew there was going to be more questions.

“Really? Because you know damn well you’re not supposed to leave the bunker without at least letting us know, so what are you doing out here in the middle of the night?” Dean pushed. You looked between your brothers and both of their eyes pierced through you, waiting for your answer.

“I’m just journaling.” You said quietly, feeling embarrassed.

“Journaling?” Dean asked.

“Yes.” You whispered, looking down at the ground.

“Well why can’t you journal in the bunker, kiddo?” Dean asked gently, noticing your expression change.

“Well it’s really peaceful out here and I like to look at the stars.” You explained softly.

“Okay,” Dean replied. Your brothers glanced at each other before he continued, “Can we join you tonight then?” He asked. You looked up at him and smiled.

“There’s a huge meteor shower tonight! They said that the best time to see them is between 12-2am so hurry up!” You said excitingly, laying back down. Your brothers chuckled and followed your lead, laying down.

“We’re going to see so many shooting stars!” You smiled.

“Okay bug, we can’t wait to see them all!” Sam said, trying to match your energy and encourage your excitement. You looked at the sky for a few moments before Sam spoke up.

“What were you writing about?” He asked softly, trying to understand where you were at emotionally. You sighed.

“I just want to remind myself of the good that happens every day because if I focus too much on the bad, I’m afraid I’ll lose myself.” You said quietly.

“Okay.” Sam nodded, understanding.

“So I like to journal about the blessings I experience every day and when the day ends and I still have you two in my life it’s always a day to remember and be thankful for.” You finished. Both of your brothers sat up immediately and you sat up after them.

“Hey, you’re always going to have us, alright?” Dean said, looking at you with concern.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“Nothing is going to happen to us bug, not if we have anything to do about it.” Sam reassured you.

“Okay.” You smiled slightly, nodding and looking back up at the sky.

“Hey kid, all stars twinkle so do you see that one right there that’s not?” Dean asked, pointing to the sky.

“Yes.” You replied, looking up at where he was pointing.

“That’s a planet, so whenever there’s something that looks like a star, but it’s not twinkling, it’s a planet.” Dean explained.

“Wow that’s so cool!” You beamed.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure that one is Mercury, and you can usually always see Mars too, but Mars has a reddish tint to it.”

“Oh there it is!” You exclaimed pointing at the sky to the reddish dot.

“Yup, that’s definitely Mars.” Dean said, smiling.

“That so cool De, I never knew that.” You said.

“Yeah, Dad taught me that a while ago.” Just as Dean finished his sentence, the brightest shooting star flashed across the sky.

“Wow!!! Did you see that?!?” The three of you exclaimed before chuckling at each other’s outburst. Once you all quieted down, you let out a small smile.

“Hmmm maybe that was his sign that everything’s gonna be alright.” You said out loud, finding comfort in the stars.

“Yeah bug maybe.” Sam said softly as Dean rubbed your back, smiling lightly. This was definitely a moment to be thankful for, you thought as you reached for your journal and pen.

[pyrodolls]

i loved you from the start (raiden x gn! reader)

warnings: none!

summary: just a pure sfw story of raiden having a crush on the reader. (gender neutral, only pronouns used are “you”)

a/n: yeah so. remember when i used to be a havik account? LMAOO sorry i think raiden is very laufey coded and he’s so wholesome in mk1 :> anyways this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 days i'm so glad i finally let it out of the basement

“hi y/n! it’s great to see you. lovely weather we have today, right?” raiden greeted, with his signature bright smile.

raiden was well beloved in your village, and everyone always appreciated his and kung lao’s efforts as farmers to help the village thrive. you were never very close to him, but you still respected him.

"thanks, raiden. yeah, the weather's been real nice lately. i'm glad i can finally walk outside without my skin boiling." you sighed.

raiden laughed. "indeed. i'm glad the weather's been going easy on you."

"i suppose so. what about you? i can imagine you aren't very comfortable working under the burning sun. has it been better for you these past few days?" you asked.

you both continued your little banter for a couple hours, just walking around the village with no particular destination. but little did you know, he had the biggest crush on you, and he was ecstatic that he could finally talk to you.

it was because he was usually very shy around you. he gets quiet when there's nobody else around, it was usually you two being together in awkward silence. but today was different. he woke up that morning wanting to talk to you. he immediately got himself freshened up and went around the village to find you with his newfound courage. he was glad his day with you went well and he didn't mess up or say anything weird.

"it's getting dark. the time went by so fast, but i didn't even notice because i was having such a fun time talking to you." you admitted.

"well, i suppose time goes by when you're having fun." raiden smiled.

you chuckled. "yeah.. i guess so."

you both stood in silence for a bit, neither of you wanting to go home.

"you should get home now. it's getting late." raiden advised. he didn't really want to see you go, but he also wanted you to stay safe.

"okay.. goodnight raiden. i'll see you tomorrow." you said, before placing a kiss on his cheek and walking away.

raiden stood there for a solid minute, frozen where he stood. did that really just happen? is he dreaming? he hoped he wasn't.

he walked home with a cheeky grin on his face, and even went to sleep with that same grin. that moment where you kissed him replayed in his head over and over until he finally fell asleep.

that next morning, unfortunately he couldn't immediately talk to you. he had to go back to work. but he was okay with that. he knew once he was done, he can go talk to you again and maybe even offer to take you out for a nice dinner. he was tired of just looking at you from afar, yearning for more than friendship. he was tired of not having the courage to make a move, fearing rejection. he was tired of being completely head over heels for you, and never doing anything about it. he was always feeling as if cupid himself shoots an arrow through his heart every time he speaks to you. he had to do something now.

"you seem happy today. is there something exciting about our harvest?" kung lao scoffed, noticing his best friend's excitement as they worked.

"the harvest? no, not really." raiden replied.

"oh? so if it's not the harvest... is it a special someone? ooh, does someone have a crush?" kung lao teased, playfully elbowing raiden.

"w-what? no.. i mean.. maybe.. how did you know?" raiden stammered.

"i saw you walking around the village with someone yesterday. is that who it is?" kung lao asked.

raiden blushed, hiding his face with his hat.

kung lao laughed. "oooh, i wanna meet this person! let me see if you two are a match made in heaven."

when they got done with their work, they both immediately went to find you. when they found you at madam bo's, kung lao was ecstatic.

"hello there! y/n, is it? raiden talks about you all the time." kung lao greeted. raiden elbowed him.

"oh really," you laughed. "i'm flattered, raiden."

raiden loved hearing you laugh. it was like a sign that you were pleased by something he said or did. there are many things he would do for your approval or just to make you laugh. even if it slightly makes him look like a fool.

"it's such a coincidence you both found me here. you know, raiden and i talked almost all day yesterday. it was very fun." you shared. after hearing what you said, kung lao had a mischevious grin on his face and raiden blushed.

"oh really? that sounds like lots of fun. wanna tell me more, raiden?" kung lao teased.

"i- uh... um.. i have to excuse myself to the restroom." raiden stammered, running off.

you looked over to kung lao, in confusion. "what was that all about?"

kung lao laughed. "i think raiden has a crush on you!"

"me? really?" you asked.

kung lao shrugged. "but you didn't hear it from me. i'll leave you two alone to figure it out."

you sat there, confused, as kung lao left.

"hey, y/n, sorry about that. i guess i ate something weird." raiden laughed. he was lying. he didn't even touch the toilet. he had paced around the restroom nervously until he gained the courage to come back. he sat down across from you, hoping you wouldn't question it.

you laughed. "your friend says you're interested in me."

raiden blushed. "me? uh.. i.. don't know what he is talking about."

you smiled at how flustered he became all the sudden. "no worries, raiden. i am interested in you too."

his eyes widened in surprise. "you are?"

you nodded. he let out a sigh of relief.

"in that case.. how about i buy you some food? we're already in madam bo's. might as well enjoy a nice dinner." raiden offered.

"i would love to." you replied. you both ended up enjoying the food, and became closer that night. surprisingly, raiden was thankful that his friend exposed him. if kung lao never revealed raiden's feelings to you, he wouldn't have such a wonderful significant other now. (kung lao is forcing you two to offer him free food at your future wedding just because he's the reason you two are together.)

[splendidunboyfriendable]

hold on (brian quinn x reader)

[I know this is a little random but you know what older men do to me. Trigger warning for mild descriptions of sexual assault. This is also posted to the japage3moondog ao3.]

Part One: Hold Me Back

Part Two: Hold Me Down

"So, what would you say is Q's biggest flaw in your relationship?" Joe asked.

"I love him," You answered. "but he can be a little jealous."

"In Q's punishment today," Sal started to explain. "we are going to be exploiting this flaw."

"We're gonna see if we can get him to punch someone in the face basically." Murr joked. 

... 

You had been dating Brian for almost half a year now. He'd kept your relationship pretty much just between the two of you, especially in the early months. The privacy was nice. Even though he wasn't a necessairily big celebrity, he still attracted some publicity and you weren't really the type to enjoy that.

Brian was your dream man. He was almost too good to be true. You could have serious, intelligent conversations with him but he could still make you laugh. He made you feel safe, loved and respected. Every moment with him was a cherished memory. His only real flaw was his jealousy.

Everyone who knew Brian, knew about his possessive tendancies. He would glare at every guy who looked at you when you were out. He was fiercely protective and shut down any joke or jab at your expense. He would keep his arm wrapped tight around your waist in public, keeping you close as possible.

As far as he was concerned, anyone who hung around you for too long was trying to get in your pants. He made it his mission to show those punks that you were happily taken. You knew part of it was just his touch-starved side but there was definitely some underlying insecurity you were trying to work through together.

He made you aware of the implications of dating him from the start - the show, his tight friend group, his insecurities. All thanks to doing a risky 20 questions on your first date. You were grateful that he was upfront, if not intimidated by his honesty.

Meeting the guys was like meeting his parents. It was a little awkward, given how well they knew each other but you got along fairly well. When Murr asked you if you were interested in being featured on his show, you were surprised that they wanted you to be involved.

You had to give it a lot of thought and they had to give you a lot of convincing but eventually you agreed. They were waiting on an episode where Brian would lose so they could use you in the punishment segment. Something involving random strangers hitting on you while Brian was forced to deal. Initially, you were hesitant to touch on such a sensitive part of your relationship but the guys assured you that they'd take the fall if anything went awry.

...

The guys stood outside of the club, riffing while they waited for the shoot to start.

"Q," Murr said, grinning at the camera."you are the loser of today's episode."

"And for your punishment," Sal explained. "you're going to the club!"

Brian rolled his eyes as the other jokers laughed at him.

"Why don't you take a look at this outfit, buddy?" Joe threw clothes at him that landed at his feet. 

Brian picked up the shirt first - a cropped baby tee with the phrase 'SINGLE & READY 2 MINGLE' across the chest and 'GRAB MY ASS 4 MY PHONE #' along the back in pink, puffy paint. He chuckled, comparing the small size of the shirt to his chest. Underneath the shirt, laid a pair of equally small, booty shorts that looked like they would cut off the circulation to his legs. 

"Uh, I don't think these are my size, fellas." Brian said, confused.

"That's 'cause it's not for you," Joe went on, between laughs. "it's for your lovely girlfriend."

Brian's pleasant expression dropped immediately. The thought of a random guy groping you made his blood boil. He subconsciously curled his fingers into tight fists at the hypothetical. 

"While your girlfriend is out making some new friends," Sal laughed. "you're going to be behind the bar of this club behind us." 

"And if you make any drinks wrong," Murr added. "let's just say we'll be upping the anti."

...

You put on the outfit the guys had chosen for you. You had to admit that it felt nice to be part of one of their jokes but you were nervous for the outcome. You checked yourself out in the club bathroom mirror. The shorts clung nicely to the curve of your ass, leaving a cheeky bit of flesh visible. The tshirt barely covered your bra, the text stretched over your chest. You smiled at your appearance, hoping that Brian would get to see you like this. 

You checked the time on your phone, awaiting the start of the punishment. Sal had sent you a text, telling you to sit at the bar but not to order anything yet. You followed the instructions, picking the stool farthest from the noise of the DJ's booth. You were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend in dinky bartender's garb.

"Can I get you anything, sweetheart?" He asked, leaning over the bar to be closer to you. 

"They told me not to get anything yet," You answered. "your outfit's adorable."

"I'd say the same to you if we weren't here right now." He spoke through his teeth. "If anyone even looks at your ass, I swear to god, I'll murder them with my bare hands."

You could see the anger burning in his eyes. His usual big brown irises shone with flicks of colour from the club lights. His brow was furrowed and he was biting the inside of cheek. He was trying to keep true rage a secret, but it was written all over his face. He moved closer to you, his fingers grazed your chin, tilting your head upwards. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips connected. As embarrassing as it was to be the type of couple to make out in public, you knew you both needed this. 

"Hey!" Sal scolded, sitting beside you at the bar. "Cut that out, you're making it seem like she's off the market."

You pulled away, still tasting him on your lips. Brian was already shooting daggers at Sal, exhaling deeply through his nose. 

"Can I get you anything?" Brian asked, his jaw clenched. 

"A beer," Sal said, pulling out his wallet. "and a drink for my lady friend here."

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose before pouring Sal a beer and slamming it down on the table in front of him. 

"What would you like, baby?" He turned to you, placing his hand on yours.

"Just a water please." You answered as he slid you a bottle of water. 

Sal put down a ten dollar bill and slid an arm around your waist. 

"Why don't we hit the dance floor?" Sal set your drink down and you followed him away from the bar, but still in Brian's field of view.

You could see the anger burning in his eyes. His usual big brown irises shone with flicks of colour from the club lights. His brow was furrowed and he was biting the inside of cheek. He was trying to keep true rage a secret, but it was written all over his face. He moved closer to you, his fingers grazed your chin, tilting your head upwards. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips connected. As embarrassing as it was to be the type of couple to make out in public, you knew you both needed this. 

"Hey!" Sal scolded, sitting beside you at the bar. "Cut that out, you're making it seem like she's off the market."

You pulled away, still tasting him on your lips. Brian was already shooting daggers at Sal, exhaling deeply through his nose. 

"Can I get you anything?" Brian asked, his jaw clenched. 

"A beer," Sal said, pulling out his wallet. "and a drink for my lady friend here."

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose before pouring Sal a beer and slamming it down on the table in front of him. 

"What would you like, baby?" He turned to you, placing his hand on yours.

"Just a water please." You answered as he slid you a bottle of water. 

Sal put down a ten dollar bill and slid an arm around your waist. 

"Why don't we hit the dance floor?" Sal set your drink down and you followed him away from the bar, but still in Brian's field of view.

You looked back at Brian, shooting him a sympathetic look as you danced with Sal. 

"It's a pity we haven't spoken much before this." He said, twirling you to the music. "It does make this funnier though."

"Are guys really going to grab my ass?" You asked nervously. "I don't want Brian to catch a charge."

"It'll be fine, I'm here to make sure nothing gets too crazy," He assured you. "just relax and have fun."

You did your best to listen to him and focus on the music. You didn't go out often, especially not out to clubs, so getting to dance around was a treat. The music wasn't what you'd usually enjoy but there was something about the lights and the people around you that just made it perfect. Sal would shoot you a comforting grin every now and then, reminding you of the joke. 

It took barely twenty minutes for the first guy to grab your ass. If you hadn't felt it, Brian shattering a beer glass against the bar would've felt it for you. You turned around to a stranger holding up his phone with his contacts open. Out of shock, you put in a bunch of random numbers so he'd go away. You looked back at Sal, jaw still grazing the floor. He had his fist in his mouth, cackling away. 

You turned to see Brian trying to jump over the bar, Joe and Murr holding him back to prevent the murder that was about to occur. You mouthed at him that you were okay but the distance between you made it unintelligible. You tried to walk back over to him but Sal pulled you back.

"I'll talk to him, just wait here." He said. "Murr'll come over, we'll switch places."

You were definitely more stiff without the security of Sal by your side but Murr didn't make it a long wait. You were just waiting for the punishment to be over, trying to enjoy what you could.

"Q is totally going to kill someone tonight." Murr laughed.

You looked back at your boyfriend, Joe and Sal calming him down. 

"How many guys have to grope me before this is over?" You asked.

"Only a couple more," He answered. "do me a favour, give the next guy Q's number."

You giggled at the thought of Brian getting a late night text from a horny stranger. The next guy looked about half your size and you could feel his hands shake even though the touch was only for a second. You dutifully put Brian's number in as your contact, leaving a winky emoticon next to some made up name. You didn't even have to turn around to know that Brian was fuming. Murr looked like he was about to die of laughter. You giggled along too, the humour of douchebags thinking they had a chance with you forcing up a chuckle.

The final switch was made, Joe taking Murr's place. He awkwardly danced next to you, glancing at Brian every so often. 

"You having a good time?" He asked.

"I'm alright," You shrugged. "but, I'm a little worried about Brian's blood pressure."

"We'll get him on pills." Joe joked, making you laugh.

"Hey, baby." A stranger came up behind you and pulled you up against him by your hips. You froze for a moment, in shock of what just happened. After the realisation hit, you turned around slapping the man across the face. 

"Where's my number?!" The guy snapped. 

Joe signalled over club security, pulling you away from the creepy guy. The bouncer

"Holy shit," Joe said. "are you okay?"

"I'll live," You answered honestly. "I knew it was a possibility, I'm fine, really."

Brian rushed over to you, hugging you as tightly as possible. You reciprocated the embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him hold you. You could feel his rapid heartbeat thud against your chest. His breathing steadily evened out as he held you.

"God almighty, sweetheart," He whispered in your ear. "I'll never let that happen again."

"It's okay, Brian, I'm yours" You assured him. "I'll always be yours."

When you pulled away from the hug, you saw the guys huddled around you, looking shaken up. 

"Is everything cool?" Sal offered you a sympathetic look. "We don't have to air this."

"Yeah, we can always put him in a cage with spiders." Murr joked. 

"No, you should use this for the show," You said. "it's funny."

"You guys can head home," Joe made shooing motions. "we'll stay and film the outro."

Brian nodded at them, sliding his arm around your waist as he led you to the car. You rested your head on his shoulder, relieved to feel his hands on you instead of some perverted stranger. You breathed in his cologne while he gently rubbed your side. 

"I really am fine." You said, looking up at Brian.

"I know, I know," He spoke gently. "you just seem cold. I can feel your goosebumps, honey."

He opened the passanger door for you, giving you a chaste kiss before getting in the car himself. He rested his hand on your thigh while he drove. You leaned against the window, listening to him hum along to the radio. You could still see a glint of anger in his eyes.

"Just so you know," He made eye contact with you through the rear view mirror. "I'm going to destroy your ass when we get home."

[disturbedbeautywrites]

I love you, dummy - JJ Maybank

A/N: here’s a fluffy JJ imagine that I also couldn’t get out of my mind 💚

“Guys, I think I’m falling in love with her.” JJ was sitting on the porch of the chateau talking to John B and Pope, his head falling back against the wall. He had been your best friend since the two of you were in elementary school, but lately you were showing up in a different light.

He would see you walking around in his tshirt and your shorts and he would wanna hold you and never let go. He wanted to kiss you and tell you how perfect you were to him. He didn’t know when it happened, but he had started to fall. It was against the rules, he knew that, technically. But, he didn’t care at this point. “Dude, just tell her.” Pope the ever naive one spoke up and JJ just scoffed, taking a hit of the blunt between his fingers. “Yeah, Pope. Because it’s just that easy.”

“What are we talking about?” Your voice could be heard coming through the front door of the chateau as you walked outside and plopped down next to JJ casually. Your knee brushed against his and he swore he felt like he was going to explode.

All the boys looked at each other as you sat there for a second in the silence, your tongue clicking as you took a sip of the drink in your hand. “Oh… kay. Guess I walked out on something I wasn’t supposed too.” JJ shook his head and reached over to squeeze your knee, telling you it was okay.

“JJ is in love with someone and he refuses to tell her.” John B finally spoke up, earning a glare from JJ that would pierce right through him if looks could kill. You looked over at the blonde boy, your mouth dropping in surprise. “JJ! Why didn’t you tell me you jerk?!” Your tone was mock offended as you watched him turn a scarlet pink, suddenly flustered. “Who is she? Do I know her?!” Your voice was more and more excited as you realized your best friend, the one who didn’t believe in relationships, was now in love with someone.

“More than you know.” The words left Pope’s mouth and he and John B snickered before excusing themselves to go inside, shooting the two of you a knowing look. You just furrowed your eye brows together as you looked at the blonde boy beside you, fingers gingerly moving up to brush his hair out of his eyes. “J, we gotta go tell her. Come on! This is big!” You excitement was palpable as you bounced up and down in the chair.

JJ watched you with amusement, his eyes running over every single feature on your face. He was trying to memorize this moment and store it in his head in case this went horribly wrong. It would be the calm before the storm. He wanted to memorize how your eyes were lit up, your mouth was lifted in the biggest smile he had ever seen, and frankly you looked like a damn angel. He allowed his tongue to brush against his lower lip as he chuckled at your antics. You were now grabbing him by the hand and trying to force him out of the chair.

But, he just laced his fingers through yours and gently pulled you back to sit down next to him. “JJ, come on! She’s going to be the luckiest girl in all of OBX to date you. If she doesn’t realize that then she’s just dumb. Now, come on.” When you tried to pull him up again he cupped your cheek in his hand, leaning in to press his lips against yours. He couldn’t hold it back anymore.

You were shocked, a small sound of surprise leaving your lips before you melted against him, your hand moving up to tangle in the hair on the nape of his neck. “You want me to tell her I love her?” His voice was deep as he pulled away from you just enough to talk, his eyes locked on yours. “Fine. I love you.” He reconnected his lips to yours again, all the passion and unexpressed emotions coming out all at once.

“JJ…” your voice was quiet as you pulled away, a smile on your lips and a blush on your cheeks. “I love you too, dummy. I have for so long.” Before you could kiss him again you heard a loud thump from inside, your body turning to see John B and Pope stumbling out the front door. Pope was holding his head as if he hit it and John B was cracking up laughing. Those damn spies. “Finally! Now we can move on with our lives.”

[fantasylandloser]

Protector

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: Idk Reader saves JJ

Warnings: gun, gun shot, fight, JJ thinking he doesn't deserve to be protected

A/N: Was thinking about this when I woke up

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JJ was a protector to the pogues. It was one of the things you loved liked about him. That protective trait only multiplied when he got that gun, but it was always there. When you first met him and the other pogues you didn’t talk much, and you didn’t stand up for yourself either. So, when JJ saw Rafe harassing you at a party you both were working at, he promptly spilled an entire pitcher of water on Rafe. Then he grabbed your hand and ran. You both lost your jobs but it didn't really matter, because that was the first time you felt like you were in safe hands. He’d been your best friend since then.

But because JJ was always protecting everyone it didn’t really seem like he had anyone protecting him. Even though he was the one that needed it the most. 

So when that fight broke out at the movie night and Kie had jumped on Topper to save Pope, and you saw that JJ was alone, struggling to breathe, something in you snapped. You hated guns, swore to yourself that you would never touch one, but you picked up his like it was second nature. You don’t remember shooting it, you don’t even hear the loud curses or Rafe saying that you would pay for that. You just remembered JJ panting to get air back in his lungs, a dumbfounded look on his face as he made his way to you.

You didn’t realize you were shaking, not until JJ took the gun from you, tucking it into his shorts and whispering that it's okay. You remember the look in his eyes, like he couldn’t believe that you would do that for him. But then Kie screamed for the two of you to come on, so he grabbed your still shaking hand and the two of you took off behind them.

It had been about two days since then and JJ was being weird. You kept catching him staring at you. Or he would just linger around you and you could tell he had something he wanted to say and you wish more than anything that he would just say it. 

You were never one for confrontation but this was JJ. You needed to know what he was thinking and why he was acting so strange, so when he went outside to smoke you followed him out, much to your nervousness.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You ask sitting beside him, legs dangling off the porch. 

JJ blew smoke out his mouth letting a small grin settle. “I got no thoughts when I’m with this girl.” He says gesturing to the joint. He tries to laugh at his little joke, trying to be casual but you see through it.

“What happened to no secrets between pogues?” You ask softly, knowing it was his favorite rule to use against you, when you wouldn’t open up about something. He chuckled softly at you parroting him but it didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“You don’t like guns.” He states. You’re a bit confused but you nod in agreement. “I don’t.” 

“You actually hate them. You don’t want to be around them. You didn’t even want to touch it when I first got it.” He tells you. You knew all that though. 

“Right.” You agree again, unsure of where this was going.

“So, why?” He’s looking at you now, his eyes all soft and confused.

“Why, what?” You ask. Confusion muddling your thoughts now too.

“You know what. Why did you save me from Rafe? He wouldn’t have actually killed me. We all know that.” He tells you, but you definitely did not know that, because in the moment that seemed like exactly what he was trying to do. 

“How is that even a question JJ?” You ask, sounding and looking appalled and almost sad that he asked. “You weren’t breathing.” You ignored the way your voice cracked. “You’re always protecting us, and putting yourself on the line. We see that.” You reassure him. “I’d rather die before I didn’t do the same.”

JJ didn’t like the sound of that. But he also loved it. “Look, I’m gonna be in the cut for the rest of my life, but you guys have a chance to be something-’” You had heard this from him before and you didn’t like it.

“You don’t get to blow your life saving us all the time, and then not expect us to do the same.” You interrupt. “At the very least  you should expect me to do the same. ‘Cause I will, at every turn.” 

JJ is holding back tears now. You see it, but you don’t point it out. “I’m supposed to protect you.” He says, his voice rising slightly out of frustration.

“And someone is supposed to protect you too. Lucky for you, you get me.” You intertwine your fingers with his. “For life. Okay?” You tell him.

His grasp on your fingers tighten and he looks away from you. You see a tear slip but you still don’t point it out. “For life.” He whispers back. 

[shrimplymoray]

This is... Very much self-indulgent and for my own comfort right now. So, excuse anything that may be off, or a bit OOC. TW: Apathy crisis, existential crisis.

Cronus Ampora x Reader - Apathy

Cronus was never the smartest fish in the sea when dealing with people, especially when it is other's feelings. He may seem like the emotional type of guy (he has cried multiple times for human love songs), but dealing with others is way out of his league. He - and the rest of the Beforus trolls for that matter - keep wondering how he managed to actually score one. He was used to shooting his shot at others and missing by well over a mile, so his oh-so-not-smooth flirts actually hitting a soft spot for you made him lose his composure, and get fidgety. An adorable view, truly. Though in past times his bluntness and lack of emotional knowledge never affected you, it seemed as though fate had other plans. Apathy. Something all 13 of you have become used, almost acquaintances to. Sadly, being used does not mean it is easy to deal with. Some of you, like Meulin and Rufioh, have mastered the art of surrounding yourself with others to get better. Latula and Porrim tend to dive into hobbies to lessen the effects. You? Oh... Even after what seemed like thousands of years, it is a mystery what actually helps you. That is why, this time, Cronus went too far for you. It was simple, you were faking till you got better, but he ran his mouth too much. "Heyy~ hot stuff, are ya mad at somefin? Did'ya stub yer toes? Ya so dry it shorelly must'vwe been somefin goin' on." A pause, and an answer "I don't know what you're talking about Cro." "Huh? C'mon, bae~ Lemme guess... Meenah talked shit 'bout yer hair?" "Is... there something with my hair?" "wvah- NONONO! No it, uh, it looks as great as ya! Like alwvays, I just, uh, y'knowv howv she can get, haha!" You knew he was not trying to make you mad, yet... He didn't seem charming when being a dork, this time. Your pause, the look in your void white eyes that stared at his, and your look at the distance. That showed him something really was up. And also that he fucked up big time by running his mouth today. "Hey... Hey, look at me." "What?" "Y'knowv ya can trust me, right? Ya been here for me, wvhat good of a matesprit wvould I be if I didn't do the same?" ... "It's the... the thing, again. This stupid thinkpan of mine can't seem to co-work with my bloodpumper. It's like... Y'know how, like, sometimes the reality hits us? that... that we are gonna be here, forever. We will never grow old, travel the world, or... or have a life, again. We are stuck in the bubbles, and we don't have a future ahead of us anymore. Any... certainty we had once, from the moment our session ended, it will never occur, like, ever again." "Wvoah..." It took a while, the two of you staring at the abyss, on the edge of the dreambubble you two have been sitting on, a special place for you, as this is one of your bubbles. No one said anything. You couldn't feel uncomfortable, at that moment. The lack of emotions took a deep toll on you, but you instinctively looked at Cronus. When he looked at you, however, he didn't seem worried. Or afraid. He took his goofy fake 'human' cigarette put it on the corner of his mouth, and gave you his side grin. Not the smug one, the one he puts whenever he is really confident about what he is going to say. "I mean, ya not wvrong, by any means but... heh... Do ya think it is bad? I mean, hey! Wve are gonna be all here forevwer, so that means wve can at least, like, be together for eternity or wvathevwer. I used to be pretty damn bad wvith these apathy shellnanigans but... I'm not really that afraid anemonemore. I havwe the best fuckin' matesprit in the wvhole 'bubbles and, like, I'm pretty damn shore I can live the rest of a boring eternity if I havwe ya to make it interestin'!" As you two stared to the far, far void of nothing, outside the bubble, you instinctively reached a hand on top of his, which, as always, sent his face into a violet blush mess, and managed to drag a smile and chuckle out of you. "Can't complain with that, really."

[towriteloveontheirarms]

"A trip down memory lane"- The kissing booth AU Chapter three

part 4 of 4 || series masterlist || previous part

pairing: modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader, side modern!Aemond Targaryen x modern!Floris Baratheon

summary: After beginning your secret relationship on a high note, it can only get worse. Or can it?

word count: 3.9k

warnings: kissing/making out, verbal and physical fighting, love confession, angst with a happy ending

Taglist: @fan-goddess

(If you want to be tagged in this fic or any specif character taglists, send me an ask)

“We´re supposed to figure out how not to get caught.” You try to stay focused on the discussion. 

“No one thinks I have a girlfriend. It´s cool.” His tone is laid back. Almost irritatingly so. 

“Yeah, because gods forbid anyone thinks you have a girlfriend.” You shoot back sarcastically. 

“I have my reputation to think of.” He defensively holds up his hands. 

“Really?” A huffed laugh escapes you, despite wanting to stay stern.

In the end you end up making out again any way. He is just too good to resist. Your lips move against each other passionately and your hips grind down against his. Small moans and groans escape both of you, but just as he is about to pull your shirt over your head, someone knocks at the door. Loudly and unrelenting. You trip as you try to get off the mattress, tripping over the rug floor and rolling underneath the bed to hide, just a millisecond, before Alicent comes into the room. You see her shoes dangerously close the bed multiple times as she walks around. You clamp a hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut. The suspense is killing you. Eventually she stands still only a couple centimeters from the two of you. None the wiser to your existence 

“Oh, don´t forget were going out on Saturday to celebrate your big news.” Aegon gives a begrudging sound of approval prompting his mother to remind him to be nice to you. “She has a crush on you.” 

“Oh really? I didn´t know.” The smug laughter in his voice makes you roll your eyes in order to not give up your position. 

“Yeah, you boys never do.” Alicent replies in a calm tone and finally leaves. 

The moment the door closes behind her you are up on the bed. Jokingly hitting Aegon´s arm as the two of you share a laugh. If only she knew. 

You spend every remaining free minute together after that. Wanting to make as many happy memories as possible before he went off to uni. He takes you out on dates to the cinema, the beach, the arcade and on long drives on the motorcycle with no particular destination in mind. You also visit that spot outside the city that he had shown you multiple times. It was the only safe spot you knew off. More than once you went out only to encounter one of your school mates or Aemond or one of your parents, who you were pretty sure were onto you already anyway. Ending up in having to hide behind corners or putting an empty popcorn bucket over your head multiple times. Your favorite was when you made your way back from the beach when you saw the guy that grabbed you at the beginning of the school year. Aegon noticed him before you and so he hastily put the motorcycle helmet over you and kissed you as passionately as he normally only ever did when you two were alone. Naturally it ended up with sneaking you into his room for some more private fun afterwards.

One afternoon when you spend some time with Aemond at the arcade, he suddenly turns to you with a serious look pulling down his features. 

“What´s going on with you? You´ve been kinda weird these past weeks.” 

“What do you mean weird?” You feign ignorance to his accusation. 

“You tell me. Is it because you have no date for prom still? Cause if it is you can go with Floris and me. I bet she would love having you with us.” He threads his eyebrows together, trying to get a read on you. 

Seeing this as good as any situation to finally confess what had been going on. You open your mouth to say something, struggling with the words, just as Floris joins the two of you. Leaning into Aemond´s side, they share a greeting kiss. 

“Hey, it´s okay if we all go to prom together, right?” He asks her. 

“Yeah, sure. The more the merrier, you know?” The smile she gives when she looks at you is so innocent you can´t help yourself. 

Taking a deep breath, you close your mouth again. 

“Yeah, it was about that. Thank you. That´s really nice of you.” You thank her quietly, deciding then that it just wasn´t the moment. 

Still, it wears you down for the rest of the day. Eating away at you, that you still couldn´t tell your best friend about something that had initially made you so happy. 

Days later you sit in the Targaryen´s garage. A small radio plays quiet music and you sit to the side, watching Aegon working on his motorcycle. 

“Can you give me the toolbox on top of the shelf, please?” He asks as calm as you have barely ever seen him. 

“Yeah, sure.” You go to get what he has asked for, but the metal box slips from your hand and comes down on your face. 

It leaves a pretty nasty cut, which Aegon is quick to clean out. Just as he is about to grab a band aid though Aemond bursts through the door. The two of you whirl around, alarmed by the sound of the door. The younger sibling takes a closer look at your face and immediately starts to question if his brother was the cause for the damage. Saying things like he wouldn´t put it past him. His accusations work Aegon up quickly. The only thing that can prevent the situation from escalating then and there is you putting yourself in between them. 

“Aegon, look at me! Look at me!” You call the older one back to reality. 

Waiting until he physically relaxes, before pulling Aemond away. It is a shock that takes a while to stomach. However, once you do it gets just so much worse than you ever thought it could.

Aemond is onto you from that day on. Yet somehow, Aegon and you had managed to lure yourself into a false sense of security. 

It is a day much like when you had hurt yourself. Aegon and you sat together closely, feeling safe in being the only two people in the house, talking about how best to tell Aemond about the two of you. Aegon leans in to kiss you. The door to the large living room space swings open and there your best friend stands before you. Catching you in an unmistakable situation.

He runs away before you get the chance to explain yourslelf and so you run after him. Of course, Aegon runs after you, competely dismissing your plea for him to stay inside.

“Aemond, wait. You weren´t supposed to find out that way.” You asseverate over and over again. Feeling the sting of tears on your lower lash line.  

”From what it seems like I wasn´t supposed to find out at all.” He points an accusing finger at you.  

“What?” You ask exasperatedly.  

”Hey! It´s not her fault.” Aegon now puts himself into the conversation.  

”Don´t get me started on you. Telling other guys to stay away from her to protect her and then you treat her like… Like that.” Aemond’s words become louder as his rage grows with every passing second.  

”Alright, you may be smart, but you’re not all knowing.” Aegons fists tighten at his sides.  

”So you two have not slept together.” Aemond turns now looking you in the eyes. The burning look in them rendering you speechless. “I knew it.” 

”Aemond, that’s enough!” 

”No! She has no clue what she´s gotten herself into with you and she deserve to know!” Their screaming match continues. 

”That´s complete bull.” 

His words seem to do the final trick, because in the next moment, Aemonds face lands quare across Aegons jaw. You yelp at the scene. Pleading with them to stop only to be ignored by both of them. Aegon tackles his brother with a running start. The thumb that the action results in pulls a gasp from your lips. Aemond struggle against him heavily. Still Aegon manages to hold him down for a while.

  

Once he frees himself from his brother´s grasp, he runs away again. You are not willing to give up on your friend yet though. 

“So much for rule number 9.” He scoffs as he slams the door of his car shut behind him.  

“I didn´t mean for this to happen. I promise.” Your tears fall freely, while he still fights his  

“My whole life Aegon has gotten everything he ever wanted. The only thing that I had and he didn´t… was you. And now he has that too. You two really deserve each other.” 

He pulls out of the driveway and drives away at a pace that makes you scared for him. He shouldn´t be driving in this state at all. You wince when Aegon comes up behind you and lays his hands on your shoulders. 

“He´ll get over it. And now that he knows we can go to prom together. There is no need for secrets anymore.” He sounds hopeful, but that just aggravates you even more. 

“I told you to stay inside. What is wrong with you?” You hit his chest. 

“Hey, this is not all my fault.” He defends himself by holding your wrists still in the air 

“Just leave me alone.” You pull yourself free from his grasp. 

“No problem.” As Aegon leaves too, your thoughts are with Aemond. A little voice telling you that you lost him forever. 

What follows the dispute are the loneliest weeks of your entire life. Aemond completely ignores you and Aegon has basically gone missing. It gets bad to a point where Alicent, in one of your talks, tells you that he might not be able to graduate if this continued.  She also helps you though. Telling you that in her many years of friendship with your mother they had fought many times and now she couldn´t even remember what any of those fights were about. 

So, reminded of rule number 7, you make a detour to the Ice cream place on your way to school the next day. Buying a cone of Aemonds favorite ice cream. No matter how mad you are at your best friend; you must forgive them if they bring you ice cream. Holding it out to him with the best puppy eyes you can muster, you are surprised when he wordlessly takes it. Only to get any bit of hope crushed immediately after when he throws it away on his way to class.

So you get used to doing everything from then on. Or at least you try to, but it just isn´t as much fun as it was with Aemond. 

Only for it to change one gloomy evening. You had gone to the arcade alone as so often. Sipping on a slushy and just sitting around thinking how all of this could go so wrong, that you couldn´t even tell your best friend about this really good thing, that made you really happy and that he should have been happy with you about.

And as you are so lost in your thoughts, he walks in. Heading directly for the machine you usually spend all your time at. You hear the coins clatter once and let out a deep sigh debating if you should just walk over there and join him in another attempt to make up. Then you hear the clatter if the coins a second time. Realizing he had paid for you as well, you make your way over hesitantly. He doesn´t look at you or speak to you at all, but you see it as an olive branch. 

By the end of the game, it´s like nothing had ever happened. The two of you laugh and hug and apologize for how everything went. 

However even with the friendship restored and seemingly stronger than ever, Aegon was still missing. You try not to think about it too much, but that was a virtually impossible task. Everything somehow reminds you of him. No trips to the cinema or beach or library or whatever that Aemond and Floris took you on either alone or together remedied that ache. On the contrary. Whenever you see them, as happy as they were, you couldn´t fight that drowning sensation overcome you.

Now, prom should have given the perfect opportunity for that.

After taking the mandatory pictures at home and driving up the building that hosts the event in a limousine, you get some drinks and start to dance the night away. Rarely stopping for a drink. The planning committee had truly outdone themselves.  

After a while the strobe light becomes too much and the music too loud, so you step outside for a break. Leaving your friends to dance alone for a while. The fresh night air offers a perfect opposite to the stuffy atmosphere inside and you use the quiet outside to calm down well. 

You get back inside just inside for them to open the memory lane that has been constructed with candids and pictures from the previous year. It´s fun to reminisce in the memories and laugh again at the particularly funny moments captured. If there wouldn´t be so many pictures with Aegon in them, that work their hardest to force the tears back into your eyes. At the end of the long corridor the hall opens to another smaller area. 

As the crowd in front of you parts, you recognize the kissing booth from the fundraiser. Before you get the chance to really react, Aemond jogs up to it and puts the blindfold over his eyes. Reaching one of his hands out for Floris to join him, which she does instantly, to reenact their first kiss. 

The people around you start clapping and cheering and for the first time you can feel yourself feel truly okay. Finally, there is not one thought of Aegon or anybody occupying your mind. And as a sense of serenity fills you, whatever deity may exist up there or rather down there decides to have a laugh at you for the pure chaos of it.

“I think your next” An all too known voice calls out to you over the cheers that erupt once more. 

“No.” You whisper as your eyes meet his. 

Much like his words before he left the apologetic look in his eyes now, does nothing to console you. 

“No. I can´t do this.” You turn on your heels and start to walk towards the exit at a fast pace. In the end you barely make it past the people around and get a hand on the doorhandle. 

“Princess, wait.” He calls out. His voice raised almost an entire octave in desperation to stop you from running.

“Why should I wait? Hm? You left me alone, for weeks! Without a single sign that you are still alive. Jeopardizing your fucking graduation as if it is nothing! And now all of a sudden you just show up out of the blue and expect me to what? Fall around your neck and accept that you are back without any lasting feelings?” You air out all the frustration that had built up and collected in the depths of your gut. Your eyebrows knitting together tightly, tears blurring your vision and frozen to the spot you stopped in. 

“Okay, I´ll give you a reason to wait. How about, wait, because standing here, in front of everyone I am telling you that I love you.“ In any movie you would have swooned at his proclamation of love, but this was no movie and no pretty words could erase the hurt the both of you had caused. 

“I just can´t keep hurting people that I care about because of you. In case you couldn´t tell, nobody wants us to be together.” You stand your ground. 

“But what do you want?” Aegon takes a step towards you and holds out his hands for you. 

“I want to go.” Released from the state of shock, you run away. 

In the days following that disaster, you kind off go off the grid. Locking yourself up in your room and only replying to Aemond´s texts when it is necessary to plan your joined birthday party. Which is also the first time you emerge from your cavern of gloominess. 

Going over to the Targaryen's house to get into your costumes together, Aemond fills you in on the decision his brother had made the night prior. To not attend the party and instead leave for uni a week early, to settle in. The news puts a damper on the party mood you had gotten yourself into. Putting on a mask of indifference, you proceed with the party as planned. Blowing out the candles on your cakes and dancing with as much enthusiasm as you can muster with all the kissing couples around. You feel the all too familiar sting in your eyes and quickly get away from your friends as to not have to answer any questions. 

“What happened?” Aemond catches you by the shoulder. Looking as worried as ever. 

“I love you.” Your voice wavers. “I always want to be close to you but being my best friend doesn´t give you the right to tell me who I can love. What if I didn´t want Floris around?” 

“Then I´d break up with her.” He provides a simple enough sounding solution. 

“See, that´s what´s wrong. You shouldn´t have to, just because I say so.” You helplessly throw your arms in the air helplessly. 

“This isn´t the same thing and you know it.” He refers to the friendship rules. 

“Listen, we made up our rules when we were six, okay?” 

“So? What are you trying to say.” He takes a cautious step back.

“I´m saying that love Aegon. I want him and I´m sorry if that hurts you and I´m so sorry that I lied to you before. But I would be lying again if I told you I didn´t. And if you can´t... accept that, then maybe you can´t be part of my life.” You speak slowly. Trying to put this as nicely as possible. 

“You´re making a mistake” Aemond warns you. 

Then that´s my mistake to make.” 

“I know. I just want you to be happy.” He hugs you tightly to his strong chest. “Meet me outside in five. I´ll help you find him.” 

You tell your father and Alicent where the two of you are going and then head outside to the car. 

Aemond is already waiting and with the `mission´ on your mind, you completely forget to ask why he is wearing the mask to his costume. Instead, as you pull out of the driveway and onto the street, you thank him profusely for his support, rambling on and on about how hard it was seeing Aegon again after such a long period of radio silence. So caught up in it, that you don´t even notice the much deeper voice than usual, when he agrees with something you say. 

“I just regret not telling him that I love him, you know?” You look over at him when you are finished speaking. 

“You just did.” The person beside you pulls the mask off. Revealing Aegon´s choppy head of hair and a humble, but satisfied smile that crinkles the corners of his baby blue eyes.

“What?!” the wave of happiness and shock that crashes over you leads your attention away from the street, almost causing the two of you to crash into the oncoming traffic. 

You barely manage to turn the steering wheel around and park at the side of the road. “I thought you were already gone.” 

“Yeah, I was planning to, but I had to see you one last time. And then Aemond came and told me everything. He also said something about rule number 18 or whatever.” He waves his confusion about his brother´s words away with the wave of his hand.

Looking at the sky you thank the god or gods or whatever for rule number 18. Always be happy for your besties successes. 

 ”Wait... So, what about Harvard?” You ask with a still unbelieving chuckle. 

“Forget about that for a second. I´d rather wanna know what it was that you wanted to tell me so urgently.” 

“Oh... Um, nothing important...” You try to deflect as nerves get the better of you. 

“No no. No excuses or deflections. I wanna hear it. And it can´t be that unimportant if you left your party in a rush to tell me.” His smile tells you how much he enjoys seeing you squirm. 

”Okay.” You sigh and take a deep breath before speaking again with the words he had used back at the prom. “Sitting here in front of… no one in particular, I´m saying I love you.” 

“And I love you.” He concedes. 

The two of you lean over the center console at the same time. Your hand on his cheek and his on the back of your neck. The first touch of your lips makes you come alive again. As if your body had been on standby ever since he left and was only now getting turned back on. You taste nicotine on his lips and your hand slides into his hair. Needily tugging at the tresses. You are almost scared to think how happy he makes you, but it´s something that just happens whenever you are in his proximity 

When the time comes you drive him to the airport. Of course, only after one last goodbye brunch with both of your families. 

“Don´t turn around for a final wave, because that would be way too cheesy and romantic.” You put up a warning finger. 

“Even for you?” He feigns surprise. Laying a hand over his chest and leaning his upper body away from you. Yet he never takes his other hand of your shoulder.

“Yes. Even for me.” You nudge him with your shoulder as you walk the last couple steps together. 

“I was right. You are cute when you´re being bossy.” He relishes the way you roll your eyes at him. You don´t contradict him though. You are smart enough to know that it would be of no use. 

Walking together as far as you are allowed to accompany him, Aegon pulls you in for one last goodbye kiss. To the two of you it´s so much more than just the last kiss you will share for a while. It´s a manifest to how much you love each other. A promise that this would last even if he would be a distance away now. And that you would be able to hold each other like this again soon. It´s a beacon of hope. Aegon picks up his bag from the ground and wordlessly makes his way up the stairs to his gate. Once he reaches the top of it, he pauses. For a moment it looks like he is going to disobey your warning words, but he continues his way without looking back.

You stand there long until he rounds the corner, before you get back to the motorcycle that he has gifted you. Despite your protest. Starting it up you have one peaceful thought occupying your mind. 

Even if things wouldn´t work out there was always gonna be a part of you that belonged to Aegon Targaryen.

[stonesylove]

A night out in Berlin pt.4

"Babe"

Chapter 3 - Chapter 5

Alessandra was glad she got her alarm on when she woke up because she could never wake up on her own especially after a night out and even more when she had sex the night before, she looked over to the other side of the bed and he was there looking so hot even when he was asleep, Alessandra couldn’t believe what happened the night before but she didn’t have enough time to just sit down and daydream about the man sleeping next to her, so she got up put on her clothes getting mentally ready for the walk of shame to her home, it was truly a bad idea wearing a short shear dress in fall but as her best friend likes to say “A bitch never gets cold”. Alessandra took a cab and quickly texted him so Tom wouldn’t think that he was just a night stand or maybe she was the night stand but still it was worth taking the shot and inviting him for lunch, the Italian girl got to her flat around 8 am knowing she had to be at the studio at 8:30, at least it was close to her building.

The class went by as planned but Alessandra was completely sore from the night before, Tom was a big guy but she didn’t know a British man could do all those things, she thought that he was gonna be a fun vanilla man but she was so wrong, she knew she wouldn’t be giving her all and Giuliana was giving her funny looks through the mirror which made the situation more unserious, when the class ended Alessandra reached out for her phone in her bag to see a text from the British boy, and he was talking about his eyes but that message didn’t make sense to her until she realized she had posted a pic of her outfit and a little secret message for him, she loved that he take everything so lightheaded and didn’t make it serious.

Alessandra Di Maggio

well Tommy I know a couple blue eyed boys, so I had to shoot my shot and wait for someone to fall

My British boy (Tom)

Hmm I remember a short Italian girl kissing me outside of the club telling me that her favorite color was the color of my eyes 🤔

Alessandra Di Maggio

Such a hot girl move from that Italian girl

My British boy (Tom)

Yeah, she’s taking me out for lunch today

I need to talk about her riding techniques, I was impressed 

Alessandra Di Maggio

Hold your horses cowboy and reverse cowboy

My British boy (Tom)

That doesn’t make sense but I’ll give it to you😂😂😂

Alessandra Di Maggio

You just ruined the moment with that emoji grandpa

But I’m down if you wanna teach me some new stuff

My British boy (Tom)

You can’t call me grandpa and then ask me to fuck you in new ways

I guess that’s how ipad kids flirt

Alessandra Di Maggio

I can’t please you, you don’t like my cowboy jokes and you don’t like the grandpa jokes

My British boy (Tom)

Baby you please me in every way possible but you’re way too funny sometimes

But that’s okay, we can search for your funny bone tonight 

Alessandra Di Maggio

Maybe we can also search for your hair bald guy

My British boy (Tom)

I know the buzzcut turns you on funny girl

But I rather see you looking out for your clothes tomorrow morning

Alessandra Di Maggio

We will see, don’t be so desperate let me rest 

See you at 2 o’clock outside of your hotel British boy

Alessandra didn’t know how to feel about Tom yet, of course he really knew how to make her scream and she loved that but she didn’t want to get too caught up with him. Time passed by pretty fast to her liking and when she was brought back to reality she was waiting for the tall man outside of his hotel; she saw his figure walking out of the lobby and fuck he knew how to look like the hottest man alive. “Hi funny girl” Tom said hugging the short girl, “Hi daddy” Alessandra said making him laugh so loud.

“I like experimenting but I don’t think the “daddy thing” is something I like” Tom said catching his breathe, “You don’t like any of the nick names I gave you, literally such a boomer” she said trying to sound hurt but she loved to poke fun at him “Would you prefer if I call you tom nice balls?” She tried to be as serious as she could while saying that, to what Tom shrug his shoulders and said “okay nice tits”; the stupid conversation continued until they arrived to the café.

“So Tommy nice balls what’s your movie about” Alessandra said after ordering, “It’s the hunger games prequel” Tom said without wanting to give much detail because he knew he couldn’t so he tried to guide the conversation somewhere else; they talked about Alessandra’s work in the ballet company, she told Tom about the fall-winter schedule and maybe if he was in town he could go and see one show even tough she felt immediate regret because of Tom’s reaction talking about how he didn’t know what his schedule would be and that maybe he wouldn’t make it so he won’t make any promises, the Italian girl knew she wasn’t that important to him but she wanted to at least show him what she did for living. The lunch “date” was everything she could’ve wish for, they ate this croissant sandwich that he had to take some pictures of, they talked so much about life, what their dreams were, Alessandra told him about her plan of applying for the royal ballet in London or the American ballet theater in New York but she still had to finish the current season, at the end of the lunch, while Tom was being over dramatic about something that happened on set she saw how he phone screen lighted up and a text from someone saved as 

“Babe” appeared on the screen.

For the first time in a while Alessandra didn’t know to feel, of course they weren’t something serious not even a situationship but still she felt like a knot was forming in her stomach, saying something wasn’t an option she didn’t had any right to ask him about it so Alessandra decided to act like she didn’t see that and everything was perfect; after paying and walking out of the small café Tom tried to grab her hand but she made the excuse that it was freezing so putting her hands in her pockets were the only option, “so what do you want to do know” Tom said with a face she couldn’t describe, maybe he noticed something was off with her but she didn’t wanted to give it away, “To be honest I’m a little bit tired so if you want we can go back to my place and watch a movie or something, I know I’ll be home alone for the rest of the day” she said in a stupid impulse, he enjoyed his company and at the end she wanted to at least be friendly until she knew more about “Babe”. They walked to her place joking and talking, it felt like they’ve known each other for all their lives and she loved that both had a similar sense of humor, as they enter the small apartment Alessandra hanged her coat and asked tom for his, “Do you wanna watch the hunger games or billy the kid” she said making fun of him “I love that scene in billy the kid were everyone can see your ass” Tom was shocked but wouldn’t back down either “I’m really proud of my ass, I think the light reflected so beautiful on it” he said making the Italian girl laugh so hard she could felt how she was losing her breathe, they ended up watching this cute romcom she was obsessed with call “love,Rosie”, Tom had a lot of opinions bout how the main character was an asshole and they just needed to ask the other about how they felt ever and that made Alessandra think how his exact words were the same situation they were living.”Well I better get going tomorrow is going to be a long day in set” tom said to then kiss the short girl, took his stuff and got out the apartment. 

When Tom was gone Alessandra looked him up on instagram checking his comment section to see if she could found any comment that would lead her to “babe”, she knew that all she was doing was crazy but the curiosity was eating her alive but this was something she needed to do; Alessandra read all the comments on all his post but every women that commented was either a fan or a friend so she started to think that maybe she had read that wrong and maybe it didn’t said babe but she was sure of what she saw.

Tom Blyth posted a story 

Alessandra Di maggio answered the story 

Oooh you went out with someone to eat croissants 

Tom Blyth 

Yes yes with a cute Italian girl but almost had to grab a high chair for her.

Alessandra Di maggio

You are such a funny guy 🙄

Alessandra decided to post some fun pic of her last couple of weeks also a great bikini pic that went with the aesthetic, specially a pic she took of Tom massaging her feet the night they watched films in her apartment and fuck his hands were HOT, also a pic she took in their night out of him dancing on a table.

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Alessssa REd BabE or something like that

Tomblyth great masseur you got there

   alessssa might book another session for this week

giuli_123 coke add?

  alessssa yes, and?

Username1 hottest girl alive

Username2 live your best life girl

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Tomblyth Dumb blonde out and about 

Username1 from who are those hands hun????

  Usename2 must be Rachel

     Username3 she doesn’t have long hair rn

Hunterschafer your almost a Berlin boy now

 (Tom liked the comment)

Username4 RUE WHEN WAS THIS????

alessssa fav natural blonde

   Tomblyth 100% natural, grow by me

     Username5 babe who’s this

       Username6 private profile??

         Username7 grow up, men can have friends

Joshandrerivera living your best life Tommy boy

    (Tom liked the comment)

Rachezegler that’s some nice red polish

    Username8 right?????

      Username9 those are your hands???

        Username10 MOTHER

After the date they had or well she didn’t know what to called what was that but she had an amazing time with Tom but she couldn’t get out of her head the thought of him having someone else in the States, she knew this wasn’t something serious but she didn’t want to be the other woman, that’s why she decided to text him get the conversation started and ask him about that.

Alessandra Di Maggio

So do you have a girl in every country you work in?

My British Boy (Tom)

That’s not funny Alessandra 🙄

Do you think I’m a fuck boy?

Alessandra Di Maggio 

Don’t call me Alessandra🙄🙄

I’m not judging

My british Boy (Tom)

That’s your name pretty girl

I won’t call you a Alessandra if you won’t call me fuck boy

Alessandra Di Maggio

I promise you I won’t call you a fuck boy

But being serious you don’t have a girl back home?

 (Delivered 2:22 am)

[cinnamonthearsonist]

Hey, mutuals, it's rant time and I DESPERATELY need advice

Hey mutuals, it's rant time, and I DESPERATELY need advice

Ive had a crush on this guy since middle school. Like, A massive one. I didn't tell any of my friends, though, cause he said he liked guys and I'm not gonna hit on a gay guy

Anyway

A few days ago I went to this dance, with the plan to leave early to watch Les Mis. He was there, and he ended up coming with us

Fast forward a bit, we're explaining an inside joke about a chair (In Les Mis, there's a part where one of the revolutionary guys kisses a girl to steal the chair she was sitting in for the barricade. So, after that, we started going "Hey, that's a nice chair you got there, can I get that chair?" "I dunno, man, I'm really attached to this chair." and then we'd play chicken) and he PULLS ME DOWN so I'm less than an inch away from him

So naturally I start freaking out. This guy is HOT. I start blushing a ton.

Then my friend goes "Are you BLUSHING??"

I fall off the couch in embarrassment. The guy said something, i don't remember what it was, but he was implying that I had a crush on him

and I said, "You KNEW?"

He apparently did not. He shoots off the couch in shock, I'm not even exaggerating it. So he asks me i

"You - What?"

"Yeah, since middle school."

"YOU'VE LIKED ME SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL?????"

Not my finest moment...

Then he says, "Wait a minute, that makes a lot of sense. You're the only one who will listen to me talk about Aaron Tveit's hair." (Aaron Tveit plays Enjorlas in the movie)

Anyway the movie continues, and we've performed so many parts of it together by this point, so during A Little Fall of Rain (LES MIS SPOILERS: A girl who's in one-sided love with this guy dies in his arms) we're both on the floor, and he's holding me, and I'm about to die (Both because of the literal part of the movie and also cause, you know, HIM) and he's looking into my eyes and

And later I'm acting out Javert's Suicide on this ledge thing, and he starts recording me? Idk. I slayed though. I could seriously play Javert.

Anyway.

The movie ends, and it's like 1:30 in the morning. We go upstairs because my friend's mom made cookies. He said something about Aaron Tveit's hair being around 3 inches one year and I was flabbergasted, I asked him how he knew the inch count.

And he goes, "I literally told you the inch count of his beard a while ago, don't you remember? so I tell him "I wasn't paying attention. You know that now"

And this bitch smiles, and I feel like I'm gonna pass out

If you saw his smile you'd understand

but why the heck was he smiling???? He told me he liked guys?????

Anyway he drives me back home, and calls me babe on the way, but I overthink it cause, like I said, he told me he liked guys. So we get there, and I thank him and get out of the car to walk up to my house, but he says "Valerie."

And I freeze, cause I think I'm about to get rejected. I go up to the car, and I'm on the outside of the open window. It was dark, so I couldn't see his face very well, but then he says

"Hey, I know it's like one in the morning... But did you mean what you said earlier?"

And at this point I'm panicking cause even though it's dark I can see him smiling

so naturally I say yeah

And he starts saying these random sentence fragments that I couldn't pick out, and then he goes, "Yeah, I'm gonna give you my phone number"

WHAT?

So he gives me his phone number and I go inside, only to not sleep all night cause I'm replaying that in my head all night.

The next morning I text him, but he doesn't answer, so I text him again about being at a dinner thing asking him to save me

And that bitch said "L"

but then "How do I save you"

so we start talking for a bit, eventually the conversation dropped off.

Today he texted me first, and asked how the dinner thing went

And somehow that ended up with me listening to the entirety of Moulin Rouge and ranting to him about it

He said that "Your Song" is a work of art, so I got a little bold...

and I texted him "You're a work of art"

WITHING A MINUTE he responded, "girl stop making me kick my feet"

WHAT DO I DOOOOOOO

HELP

He. h

[jenniquinn]

Eddie Munson X Reader

After all Eddie has been through he thought he would never fall in love or even fall for someone period. But when you moved to Hawkins from West Virginia something changed. He was instantly drawn to you. He tried to deny the feelings but you would always be around. You heard people telling you to stay away from Eddie but you couldn't. It was like a magnet drawing you towards each other.

You also thought love would never happen. From the boys in your hometown telling you constantly n that no one would want to date a freak. I think that's what drew you more. Maybe it was those brown eyes you grew to love looking at or maybe it was when he would smile, which was sometimes rare it made your heart skip.

But you didn't listen to the town folk, you had to know him. You heard he played at the hideout so you went to watch. He saw you there, his heart fluttered. After the show you two meet at the bar. "We've not officially met I'm Y/N" you say extending a hand. He looks then takes it. It was like you both got shocked by lightning. "I'm Eddie" he tells you. "So Eddie" you say smiling "I wanted to tell you that you played an awesome show".

He blushes "thank you. That actually means a lot" he tells you. "So I'm new to town and the school what is there to do" you ask. He shrugs "nothing really unless you like D&D" he says and your hand grabs his. "What? there is a D&D club at Hawkins" you shout. He's confused but smiles at you.

"Wait so you play" he asks and you nod "level 13 wizard what about you" you ask him and his eyes widen. "I'm the dungeon master of course" he says and you laugh. "Of course you are". He looks at you amazed that someone like you plays the game. "Would you like to join a game, see if you would like to be in hellfire" he says and you tilt your head. "Hellfire" you ask confused.

"Oh sorry. Hellfire is the club name see" he points to his shirt. "If I join do I get one of those shirts" he nods "sweet I love it" your fingers trace this devil on the shirt and he swears his heart all but stops. Suddenly he gets self conscious "I'm surprised you are even talking to me" he says now you're confused and he continues.

"I'm the town freak, was wanted for murder" he finished and you tsk. "I know I'm friends with Steve he told me all about it. Told me not to listen to the folks here. Said they don't know the whole story. Besides it's not fun watching someone die in front of you". You two start walking outside. You shiver not only because of the breeze but of the memories "wait you've watched someone die" he asks and you nod.

"My boyfriend. We went out to the movies when this guy came up behind me and pointed a gun to my head. Trevor gave the car keys and his money. Even watch. He took my purse, then the guy starts to run away when he suddenly turns and shoots Trevor. All I could do was cry and scream as he died in my arms" you wipe your tears and continue.

"After three months in the psych hospital my parents sent me here to live with my aunt". Suddenly you are pulled into his arms. You relax "I'm so sorry" he says as you wrap your arms around his waist and cry. He has a hand around you and another in your hair. You cry but his arms make you feel better. It was at this moment you knew Eddie would be an important part of you.

He pulls away "I watched the girl I had a crush on die in front of me. I would tell you how but you'd think I was crazy" he says wiping your tears "try me" you say and he does. After everything it wasn't crazy. You always figured there were other worlds out there so it sorta made sense. "Can I drive you home" he asks and you nod. You give him your address and he looks at you. "You stay at the trailer park" he asks and you nod. "Max Mayfield is my cousin" he stares in awe. "I live basically next door" he says "I know" he looks at you.

"How do you think knew where you played. Steve couldn't remember. I will admit I heard you talking to your uncle and I had to go. I would also listen to you practice" you say then speak again. "I'm sorry that's totally stalkerish" "no it's ok" he starts "I've watched you around school and town" you smile at that.

"Would it be weird if I held your hand" he asks and you grab it. The drive to the trailer park is quit but that's ok. He parks in front of his then walks you to yours. "I was wondering if maybe you would like to go out sometime" he asks, you smile. "Like a date" you ask and he nods nervously. "Of course. I should head in. I had a really nice time" you say kissing his cheek walking inside. Maybe things were looking up you think smile. You go to bed dreaming of Eddie. Thankful you were plaqued with your reaccuring nightmare. He slept better than he had in months thanks to you.

[justagalwhowrites]

“This one shouldn’t fuckin’ jam on you,” he said, a thread of pain in his voice. You looked up at him. His face was hard. You reached out to touch him but he stepped back from you. “Let me see how you shoot it.” 

It felt oddly exposing, setting up to shoot a target with Joel’s eyes on you, examining everything you were doing. It was harder to think straight this way, the feeling of his gaze seeping into your stance. 

You swallowed, hard, and shot. The bullet went wide, landing on the hay bale that Bill had set up at one point in time to practice. 

“Here,” Joel came up behind you. “Both hands.”

He guided your grip on the weapon and adjusted your arms. 

“Open your stance up a bit”

He nudged your feet apart, putting his leg between your own. You could feel him there behind you. He smelled good, freshly showered, his hair slicked back. Your first instinct was to bury your nose in his neck and breathe him in, fill your lungs and blood with him until there was nowhere else left for him to go.

“Keep both eyes open, don’t squint.” 

He kept his hands below your biceps. You took a shaky breath. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he said. “Just a target.” 

“Not nervous,” you muttered. 

“Feel nervous.”

“You just don’t know how I feel anymore,” you said before thinking better of it.

He laughed once.

“Guess not. When you’re ready.” 

alright bestie we all knew this was coming lmfao

here is the lavender moment that i would love to get a joel pov or joel thoughts or literally anything you wanna talk about lol

LOVE YOU AND ALL YOUR JOELS SO MUCH

lavender joel more than most tho

AHHH BESTIE!

DIRECTOR'S COMMENTARY TIME!

OK SO

This is such a great moment to me, it's kind of the foundation for this new journey for Joel and Doc. Their relationship is in a totally different space than it's ever been before. For a decade and a half, it was all on Joel's terms. He was the one who decided they couldn't be together, he was the one who decided he didn't want to even know her anymore, he was the one who decided who they were to each other and Doc tried to live within that standard without being in too much pain and not hurting him.

But, after the Andrew incident outside the QZ, things changed. Joel had been wearing down for a while - trying to emotionally disentangle yourself from the love of your life when they haven't done anything wrong and would take you back in an instant if you even glanced in their direction will do that to you - but so had Doc. There was only so much she could take from him before it broke her and he'd pushed her to that point. By this time in the story, she still loves him - she's resigned herself to always being in love with him - but has washed her hands of him as much as someone can while being in love with someone else. She's done pursuing a connection with him, she's done holding out any kind of hope and she's decided that she's not going to just let him use her because that's what she thinks their relationship has been for him all this time. That she was convenient, something he could have when he wanted and put down when he was done over and over again (which honestly hurts to think about, she loved him so much that, for so long, she was fine with that as long as he just picked her back up again.) She still cares for him, she still wants him to be OK and be happy and healthy but she is no longer wishing/hoping/trying for it to be with her. So when Joel - who is finally caving to his feelings after some sheer panic of "Oh my God what if I never see her again" - starts trying to show her care of any kind, she backs away from it.

Joel here is coming as close as he can to saying "I can't handle losing you, let me give you the tools you need to survive" and she's trying to keep her distance. Joel really does not know how to navigate that. He also doesn't know how to navigate his own feelings and he's starting to realize - pretty fast and pretty intensely - that he's wasted 15 years of their lives pushing her away. He could have been with her that whole time and instead he made them both miserable. He's in his reckoning now and I love that for him.

I hope this gives you some insight!! Love you!!!!!