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queenimmadolla · 1 year ago

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𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝

Summary: A glimpse into Eddie’s morning as a first time and young dad with his baby. Oh, and you’re there, too.

Warnings: allusions to sexy stuff, descriptions of breastfeeding (it’s natural—suck it up), and fluff.

a/n: pulled this one out of the vault for you guys, written last July. hope you like it!

Eddie’s up before you and surprised to see it’s light outside, a sight he hasn’t woken up to in the last couple of months. Two, to be exact.

That’s when the two of you had brought Penny home.

Eddie yawned, impressively loud before he slapped a hand over his mouth, gaze flickering to you but you were still asleep; on your stomach with your face partially hidden in your pillow. You’d successfully kicked the sheets off yourself in your sleep, leaving your legs bare and your top half covered with one of Eddie’s larger shirts.

One of your legs was bent at the knee and raised up near your elbow.

God, you always looked so fucking delectable. All he’d have to do is rouse you with some kisses pressed to your neck, settle himself behind you, pull his boxers down and move your panties to the side and he could just—

Eddie inhaled sharply, tearing his gaze away from your body before his blood could rush off to an area he didn’t have the time to acknowledge, as the very reason he couldn’t partake in his little fantasy cooed from her crib.

She’d been the result of a very similar event.

He took a couple of moments to calm himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he promised, soon.

Then he got out of bed, snagging a band t-shirt from the dresser as he walked to the crib on the other end of the room.

Eddie yanked on the shirt—only briefly struggling with the arm holes—before he was peering into the crib, mouth breaking out in a megawatt grin.

Penny was awake alright, big brown eyed stare focused on a sticker that had been plastered to the wall of his room long before she was even conceived. You’d swaddled her before putting her to bed last night, so she looked like an adorable, content burrito.

Once she realized Eddie was hovering over her, the sticker lost her attention and those big beautiful eyes were on him, sparkling as her mouth parted in a gummy smile big enough to rival his own.

Daddy came to rescue her from confinement.

“Hi, baby, good morning!” Eddie cooed, trying his best to excitedly whisper so as to not disturb you, but he couldn’t help it. He was still so thrilled—and fucking terrified—to be a dad, to have that cute face peering up at him every morning and waiting for him when he got home from work. She always looked at him like he was the greatest thing to walk the earth, always so delighted to see her daddy.

Even though she’d start crying for you the moment you came into view—but you had an advantage he lacked, you always had her food on you. Her walking meal ticket.

And Eddie couldn’t even blame her, he was a huge fan of your boobs and he’d even bet he appreciated them more than Penny.

Eddie reached into the crib, tugging the tucked in corner of the blanket out and as the blanket around her loosened, Penny’s arms shot up near her head, her tiny body arching as she stretched for a comically long period of time. Eddie chuckled, using it to his advantage, he slipped an arm behind her back and head with the other supporting her bottom as he picked her up, pressing a kiss to her head (and giving her hair a secret little sniff to get a whiff of that baby scent of hers).

“Did you sleep good, honey?” He cradled her in one arm, tucked close to his chest as he carried her out of the room to start on breakfast.

Penny obviously didn’t answer, head resting against his collarbone.

“Heard you woke up mom last night—well, early this morning, I guess—with boobie demands.”

Eddie pulled the fridge open, hovering in front of it as he debated on its contents before selecting the cartridge of eggs.

He didn’t want to put Penny down, happy to have her curled up in his arms, so a simple breakfast would have to do. A pan was pulled out, so was a little bit of cooking oil and soon Eddie was breaking the eggs out of the shell—angling his body to the side so Penny wasn’t at risk of possible oil splash back—and letting them cook.

“You like eggs?” Eddie asked, stepping a little ways from the stove as he hitched her higher on his chest and held the eggshells out for her to see.

She kicked her legs, a roll covered arm shakily reaching out towards the shells but Eddie kept them out of her reach.

“Uh-uh, no sticky fingers for you, young lady.”

The shells were tossed in the trash can but Penny didn’t care, twisting her upper so her chest was pressed to his. She gripped his shirt loosely in her chunky fist as she leaned forward and mouthed at his shoulder, effectively soaking the area with her drool before she began to suckle.

“Jesus, you act like we starve you.” Eddie chuckled, reaching for a recently washed pacifier to pop into her mouth.

She seemed to prefer it over his shirt, doing a full body sigh once she was suckling on it, with her need partially sated (eddie knew he had about fifteen minutes to wrap up breakfast before she realized nothing was coming from it and would start crying), Penny went back to cuddling into his chest.

She was starting to be a little more active—not sleeping as much as she did this time last month but for the most part, her movements were still unstable. She had good neck control (you’d had to pin Eddie down to keep him from picking her up when she’d immediately cry upon being put down for tummy time), she liked to kick her legs like she was about to take off for a marathon, but she still couldn’t quite hold things for long (unless it was hair or fingers) and had yet to roll over without you cheating and nudging her the rest of the way.

Speaking of making Penny do things…

Eddie lost to his intrusive thought, rearranging his hold on Penny so he was gently grasping her sides as he placed her feet on the counter. Immediately, she popped down to squat before shooting up again. And then she did it once more, getting comfortable with using her legs.

She didn’t even seem to wonder why Eddie was making her stand, she was more focused on staring intensely at her own feet.

Then Eddie made her jump, lifted her up and down and up and down, and when that got her smiling wide enough for her pacifier to fall out of her mouth, Eddie moved onto the cabinets.

“Go, baby, go!” He turned her on her side, miming the motions of her chunky legs running over the top cabinets like some baby ninja and laughing at how big her smile managed to keep getting, her big eyes squinting with it.

“What are you doing to my baby?” You asked as you emerged from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

“She’s gonna be the next Karate Ki—hello.”

Eddie couldn’t help himself, dark gaze trailing over your figure as you stood there, hair a wreck, no pants, oversized t-shirt—ooh, and a leaking nipple.

Eddie’s favorite. Yum.

You followed his gaze, scoffing at the dark stain growing over your left boob, hand pressing against it to stop it as if you were applying pressure to a wound.

“It heard her,” You pouted, lip stuck out and wobbling at him as you referenced your body’s response to the sound of your baby. Crying, giggling, whimpering—didn’t matter, your milk ducts went into overdrive, aware that your baby was conscious and could need a feeding. Her baby noises were like a trigger sequence.

Eddie lifted Penny to his face, pressing fervent kisses into the chub of her cheeks, “Score for you, babe!”

You rolled your eyes, completely, utterly fond and smitten over the interaction. He briefly abandoned the kitchen to hand her to you after you’d made yourself comfortable on the couch, ready to fall to his knees in adoration.

You pulled the shirt over your breast, and despite trying to place your nipple in her mouth for her, Penny struggled to find it, mouthing greedily at your boob, her little head turning this way and that way but always missing the peak.

“Girl, it’s right there.” You laughed. Penny gave it like four more seconds of trying before her whimpers kicked in and you hurriedly managed to get her to latch, stopping the outburst.

And just like that, Penny was content, making satisfied little squeaks as she nursed and stared up at you, pretending like she hadn’t been moments away from screaming her lungs out.

And Eddie was distracted, solely focused on the two of you and how he wanted to roll around on the carpet because the cuteness aggression was almost unbearable. If this was how he would be spending every work-free morning for the rest of his life, he was ready to convert to being a morning person.

Especially if those big sparkly eyes and that gummy smile would be staring up at him. GOD-she was so stinking cute. He wanted to smother her in his affection, but she was growing annoyed with Eddie all up in her face and squishing the chub she was accumulating. She even cried if he faked chewed on her chunky cheeks for too long.

“What’s that smell?” You asked, snapping him out of his love stupor as you sniffed loudly.

“FUCK!” Eddie bolted back to the kitchen, smoke surrounding the pan and what had once been edible eggs, “Hey, honey, what’s your opinion on extra crispy eggs? You a risk taker?”

“The answer to that is hurting my nipple right now.”

“Valid. That was a very fun risk.”

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aeribbon · 3 months ago

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bf!lando headcanons x photographer!reader

warning; english isn't my first language

an; requests are open !

navigation / masterlist

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✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who constantly 'borrows' your expensive cameras cause "yours are way better than his".

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who pretends to not like you photographing him off-guard but secretly enjoys it as his feed is full of candid photos you took of him.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who gets slightly jealous whenever you take pictures of others drivers in the paddock, especially when they compliment you for the photos afterwards.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who every now and then, finds little polaroids you took of yourself in his stuffs with little note you left for when you can't attend races.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who gets protective when someone criticise your works and doesn't hesitate to clap back on twitter. he'll quote tweet with his latest favorite works of yours and say something like ''i would hate to be jobless and know nothing about photography''.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who will prepare you late snacks when youre running late in editing your work and even try to help you with his editing skills. you would always be thankful and express the fact that you're lucky to have him, he will joke and say that you'll pay him back with pretty pictures of him in his racing car next time.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who asks you every day to open an exhibition of your work, but you always feel unready—until one day, he takes you on a date and surprises you with a gallery filled with your photos... and some of his favorite shots of you.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who keeps a folder of all the photos you took together for when he's away for races and he misses you.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who has a complete different aesthetic than you but always tries to match the pictures he posts to your instagram feed.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who brags about you to everyone in the paddock and express his proudness anytime you're behind the covers of the latest vogue magazines.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who always tries to show you off to the cameras present at the paddock even tho you told him that you prefer to be the one behind the lenses.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who gets emotional when you gave him his birthday gift. a personal photo series that you haven’t shown anyone, just raw, emotional captures of your boyfriend in unguarded moments. he even gets teary-eyes !

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who when he can't sleep, because of the jet lag, starts a little photoshoot of you in his hotel room. it always end up in you posing and doing ridiculous poses (which he doesn't hesitate to post on his instagram stories).

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who always includes multiple photos you took of him in his race day dump on social medias.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who is 'forced' to take part in your ritual which consists of him posing for your camera before every races. he pretends to be forced, when he secretly looks forwards to it as he thinks it brings him luck—you started the ritual the day of his first f1 win.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who always asks you to be here whenever he has to do a professional photoshoot.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who loves to bother you when you have to edit photos of others because he says you should be only taking photos of him.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who walks into your hotel room after a long race day and finds you sitting on the floor, legs crossed, editing photos with tired eyes and a focused cute face. you're wearing his hoodie, dirty with lens cleaner. he crouches behind you, rests his chin on your shoulder, and quietly whispers, “you make everything look like art.” you quietly whispers “that’s because i photograph what i love,” he kisses your temple, lets out a little laugh, and walks away, leaving more sure than ever that you’ve already found your forever.

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f1version · 2 years ago

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FIND LANDO ★ LN4

pairing: lando norris x gf! reader ( she/her )

summary: As a WAG, you are known for helping fans meet lando, so when a kid in full mclaren gear is in the paddock, you know what you must do.

or this request

notes: i still don’t get over the P2. i missed his champagne celebrations so so much !!

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lacedaffection · 9 days ago

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cw: mentions of alcohol.

YOU HATED RAFE CAMERON, that was well-known fact around outer banks.

he was just as spoiled as a fratboy can be with that smug, self-distructive rich boy you sworn to stay away since you moved to outer banks. he teased, he pushed your buttons everytime he saw you and that famous smirk was plastered on his face like he just won the damn olympics. from the moment you two met, he would turn every small conversation into a fight or to be more specific, a power game. the kind where you didn’t even realize you were playing until he was walking away, a victorious smirk on his annoyingly handsome face.

but that specific night, that stupid night? you made your biggest mistake by letting your guards down in front of him. like a rabbit finally giving up against the wolf.

the music was loud, the drinks were cheap as hell, and of course all your friends vanished, even though they promised that they will take care of you if you drink too much. but instead, they left you alone, dancing on some makeshift outdoor bar like a stripper. your laugh was wild while your limbs were loose and your head was dizzy but in a funny way.

you didn’t even notice rafe watching you from the corner of the party, almost like hiding in the shadows. not until your ankle twisted mid-step and the whole world tilted beneath you. fuck.

then suddenly, there were hands — more specifically rafe cameron’s hands — steadying you, holding you like he was almost worried you’ll faceplant the concrete beneath you.

you blinked up at him, disoriented, head still dizzy from the cheap bear and tequila you drunk one hour ago.

“you’re goint to fall, dumbass.” he said, but suprisingly his voice wasn’t teasing or cruel. instead, it was … tired. maybe tired of watching you dancing and falling like it didn’t care if you hit the ground.

you wanted to snap back, like maybe that he could go to hell, or that you don’t need help, especially not his. but the world tilted again and you could feel your stomach rolling.

“shit.” he muttered, catching you properly this time. “you’re wasted.”

you tried to deny it, maybe he’ll let you back to dance. you wanted to do a lot of things before the party would end, but suddenly your feet gave up, head throbbing with every small heartbeat.

he didn’t ask anything, didn’t say anything. he just lifted you up without any care in the world, as if you weighed nothing at all.

“put me down.” you slurred, but your words didn’t make any sense as you spoke up.

“no.” he just said simply.

“you don’t even like me, rafe.” you mumbled into his neck. his skin felt warm, he smelled like cigarettes and something really unique but expensive. “this isn’t your thing. you’re not a nice guy.”

“no.” he agreed softly. “i’m not.”

you weren’t sure when did he started the car. you only remembered the sound of his car’s engine rumbling and trough your blurry vision you could see the lights outside from the window as your head was resting against the seat.

somewhere in your haze, your fingers found something soft, like a safety blanket. his hoodie.

you woke up to the smell of something — something familiar, and the faint noise that an old fan made as you stared at the ceiling. rafe’s room.

you recognized it from some long-forgotten high school party. nothing’s changed ever since that party. still dark wood and dark colors, cold in a way that money made things.

you sat up immediately — maybe even too fast. pain slammed into your skull like a wawe.

“easy.”

you turned around. rafe was casually standing in the doorway, wearing a grey swearpants and a random streched out t-shirt. he held a glass of water with painkillers in his hand. he looked more normal than you’ve ever seen him. less like the smug rich boy you were used to. still unfairly handsome, but real.

you slowly took the water from him, mostly because your throat felt like the sahara.

“you undressed me?” you asked sharply, looking down at the almost same-looking t-shirt he was currently wearing. you were basically swimming in the t-shirt.

he raised an eyebrow. “relax. that’s mine and i gave you it because you threw up on your own clothes. and don’t worry, i turned around while you changed.”

that made your stomach twist than the whole hangover itself.

“thanks.” you said, not sounding too strong at that moment. it tasted weird on your tongue. gratitude and rafe cameron didn’t mix, it didn’t march well.

he shrugged and leaned against the door as he crossed his muscular arms.

“so.” you started. “what? you’re my guardian angel now?”

he laughed once. “hardly. but even i’m not that asshole to leave you passed out on a bar table, waiting for someone creppy to drag you off.”

you felt your face heating up. “i didn’t ask you to babysit me. to be more specific, i didn’t even ask you for anything at all.”

“no.” he said. “you didn’t. but i did it anyway.”

silence filled the air and it sat between you like a damn challenge, daring either of you to admit what neither of you would say out loud.

a/n: hi guys! this is my first ever work here. i hope you guys liked it as much as i did with the writing process. have a good day. smooch (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .

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ryan-waddell11 · 2 years ago

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I just know this man has the WORST poker face

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things vol 1 #stranger things 4 #eddie munson stranger things #the hellfire club #joe quinn #netflix #eddie deserves better #Stranger things Vol 2 #eddie in s5 #eddie as kas #corroded coffin #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson blurb

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cahradoxynine · 2 months ago

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cola and hairspray - s.h

"Don't go falling in love with me now, Hairspray." "In your dreams, Cola."

(Oh, fuck)

Hawkins, Indiana, is about as plain a place as they come, and Nicola "Nick" Melott-O'Hare is pretty sure she's not about to be the one to rock the boat. Nick knows better than to try to cause change rippling across this stubborn old town, so she's given herself a set of very simple goals:

keep her grades up

take care of her (probably dying) father, her (absolutely bitchy) sister, and her (barely there) mother

stay out of any major drama

get the fuck out of this hell hole

have fun (optional)

Unfortunately, Hawkins seems to have taken "hell hole" and "optional" a little too seriously. And, as if trying to fend off bloodthirsty interdimensional demons isn't enough, she has to do it alongside Steve Harrington, who is the literal definition of "major drama". So, to try to stay sane, Nick's come up with a new set of goals:

don't get killed

don't let her friends get killed

don't let her family get killed

don't kill anyone, even if they elicit great amounts of frustration

don't fall in love with Steve Harrington (very much not optional)

── .⋆˙⟡ slow burn, slight enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, stranger things rewrite, takes place summer after season one and runs until season five

» i will be doing requests/blurbs/thoughts and more after the main story is finished «

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⤿ cola and hairspray

✶ MOODBOARDS

⤿ cola and hairspray ⤿ summer of 1984

✶ SUMMER 1984

⤿ interlude i

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stevie-petey · 1 year ago

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I know you just dropped a new chapter but I have a blurb if you wanna write it. Could we see others perception of bug. Like Mrs. Clicks class, bugs just chilling and doing her work while there are people so entranced by her and she doesn't even know it. Like Robin, Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, maybe Eddie 👀

ooooo i LOVE a good character study thank u for this request !!

enjoy <3

"your book report isnt bad, but..." you sigh, trying not to let your disbelief of how horrible the paper is show. "it could use some work."

jonathan nods at you solemnly. the librarys florescent light burns down upon his shame. "be honest, how fucked am i?"

"... pretty fucked."

the boy covers his face with his head and groans, causing the librarian to harshly shush him. its the middle of study hall, the entire section is overtaken by a crowd of kids either pretending to study or silently mourning their grades.

youre the only one actually doing any work, jonathan has long since given up on his stupid essay. english has never been his best subject, youve always basically written all his papers for him in exchange for math help. its been a good system.

until goddamn mrs. greer caught on and threatened suspension.

"its okay, maybe i could try and copy your writing style?" you suggest, but jonathan only responds by dropping his head onto the table. he doesnt even know what his writing style is. you rub his back in soothing circles, hopeless as well. "okay, yeah. i tried."

robin buckley sits a few seats away from you and jonathan. she watches you curiously, eyes narrowed at the hand on the boys back. she doesnt quite understand your relationship with jonathan. truthfully, she doesnt really pay much attention to the guy. she thinks hes cool, sure, maybe quiet, but youve always interested her more.

jonathan says something to you, which you laugh at, and again the librarian shushes the two of you. jonathan ducks his head down, embarrassed, but you only giggle with a flushed smile on your face. you try to hide the smile, though even robin knows that its impossible to hide a smile like yours.

youre wearing a soft purple sweater today, a flannel far too big for you covers your shoulders, and robin desperately wants to ask you where you got it from. shes always wanted to talk to you, but fear has stopped her from ever getting too close.

she isnt sure if the fear is from your beauty or from how genuine of a person you are. youre known as hawkins sweetheart, youre practically untouchable, and robin doesnt think youd like someone like her. shes awkward and annoying and speaks too fast and talks too loud.

eddie munson really hates the library, but he hates hawkins high even more. he'll be damned if he has to spend another fucking year here. so here he is, pretending that he knows what the fuck hes doing as he starts on one of his long overdue assignments. theres thirty he needs to hand in for one class alone. hes fucked.

it doesnt help that someone behind him keeps giggling.

he turns in his seat, ready to tell the girl to shut the fuck up, but then he sees that its you. he freezes, his anger suddenly gone.

youre the girl who loaned him a pencil last week. eddie had been so nervous for the exam that he had forgotten a goddamn pencil. he had panicked, he really couldnt afford to fail, but mrs. greer wouldnt let him get up to find a new one.

eddie had been close to tears, embarrassed and overwhelmed, when you had tapped his shoulder. "here,"

in your hand was a pencil, offering it to him. eddie took it from you, relief flooding through him, and he gave you a curt nod before frantically starting the exam with five minutes wasted.

eddie never actually thanked you for that. in fact, he had completely forgotten all about it until he saw you later that day talking to mrs. greer to arrange a time for you after school to retake the exam. apparently you also didnt have a pencil ready that day.

you had given him your only pencil, knowing youd fail the exam, just so eddie wouldnt.

so eddie turns back in his seat, grips your loaned pencil that he still has, and goes back to his assignments. your giggling carries over to him, and the sound is a pleasant one now. all things considered, youve got a cute laugh.

nancy wheeler stands in the romance section of the library, waiting anxiously for steve harrington. hes late, he promised her hed be there right after lunch, yet she stands alone.

she can hear your laughter from where she stands. she peers around the corner, sees you with jonathan, and she rolls her eyes fondly. youre always together, but she does find it cute. youre sweet together, in an old, married couple kind of way.

jonathans eyes drift from your laughing frame to nancy. she sucks in a breath, caught, and he raises an eyebrow at her. hes intrigued, wonders why shes staring at you and him, and nancys cheeks burn. she doesnt really talk to you and jonathan, she hasnt for a long time.

nancy turns away awkwardly and pretends that she hadnt seen jonathan at all.

steve sees you first when he enters the library, late and out of breath. well, he hears you first, and he smiles even before he can understand why. he knows you hang out in the library with jonathan, hes expected you to be there, but its still somehow a pleasant surprise.

youre head is thrown back, mid laugh, and steve shakes his head at you. youre always smiling, always kind, always lovely. he sees the paper jonathan has you reading for him and steve supposes that eventually youll be trading english essays in for marriage licenses.

its inevitable.

who wouldnt want to marry someone like you? steve knows he does, and he finds nancy waiting for him in the romance section, and he thinks hes finally met your match.

“COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

if you’d like to buy me a coffee ☕︎

#ask #anon #m speaks #come home blurb #set before season 1 !#m's writing #if i use the eddie scene word for word in a season 4 chapter later pls pretend i didnt <3 #the “your match” was intentional btw

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lh2603 · 6 months ago

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Old lovers (Part 1)

Heyy guys this is my first story:) I hope you like it and let me know if you want part 2.

Please keep in mind that English isn't my first language. Thank you. and enjoy reading:)

Warnings: This story implies guns, drug usage, violence, cheating, kissing, implies hooking up,...

Backstory:

This takes place around the end of season 3 and all of season 4.

Rafe is 21 and Haley is 19.

Hailey and Rafe have known each other for almost all of their lives as they were living next to each other, and their fathers were best friends. When Hailey was 16, her and Rafe started dating which wasn’t a surprise to anyone as they were basically meant for each other.

Their relationship was amazing, even when Rafe went crazy due to doing coke she stayed with him and helped him get better. To everyone they were the dream couple and everyone thought that they would stay together forever. However as Hailey found out that Rafe was lying to her about having stolen the golden cross that she and the Pogues had found she breaks up with him in an argument. Hailey never stopped loving Rafe, she was mad at him for lying to her.

The Pogues were sitting on the Blue Marlin after being rescued from Poguelandia, Hailey had a flashback.

Rafe was pointing that gun straight at Hailey’s face. She was looking at him with a tear stainned face ‘Rafe! Baby you gonna shot me?’. Rafe’s face softens but it still held anger ‘You broke up with me Hails!’ Hailey’s tears started running down her cheeks as she started getting angry and screamed at him ‘Because I was mad at you not because I stopped loving you!’. Rafe lowers the gun walking towards Hailey, but Pope comes running pulling Hailey along with him over the edge of the boat into the sea below. Hailey tried to fight back but Pope was stronger. The last thing she heard was Rafe crying out for her ‘HAILS!’

Hailey swims to the safety boat that the Pogues stole, and stares up at Rafe who’s now holding onto the Cross of Santa Domingo that Pope tried to sink. John B pulls her into the boat as Hailey was only focused on Rafe. When Hailey comes back to her senses again she screams at Pope ‘ Are you fucking kidding me? Why the fuck did you pull me off that boat?’ Pope was stammering trying to explain himself ‘I..I thought you were in danger’. Hailey got angrier by the second ‘ I wasn’t! FUCK’

End of flashback.

Hailey and the Pogues had been back for some while. While the Pogues had bought JJ’s father's old proprety and renovated it, Hailey had rekindled with her parents, and tried to work out the trauma. Seeing Rafe point that gun at her face completely destroyed her mentally because she coulnd't understand why she still loved him after all. Hailey had visited the Pogues regularly during their home renovations and during their first days of opening their shop, but she stayed home most of the time.

The first time she hung out with them again was at the Kildare Enduro, to support JJ who was competing. Cleo, JJ and John B were working on JJ’s bike, while Hailey, Sarah and Kie were standing in the crowd when Hailey spotted that one tall blond that had her heart, but it sank as she saw him kissing a small brunette.

H- ’He’s fucking dating someone? Fucking Sofia? Is he shitting me?’, Kie tried to calm her down

K- ’Oh Hails I’m sorry’.

The race is about to start when Sofia cheers Rafe on, but Rafe locks eyes with Hailey who got tears in her eyes. Rafe is leading most of the race, and JJ seems to be fucking up his chances of winning the race. However JJ was one of his crazy ideas pulling a dangerous stunt to lead the race. Shortly before the finishing line Rafe and JJ crash, Hailey thinks about running up to Rafe but before she could so he starts a fight with John B, looking at Hailey while walking up to Sofia.

H- ‘Fuck this shit! Sorry but I’m out, can’t deal with this shit’ tears slowly rolling down Hailey’s cheeks, she runs to her car and drives home.

Hailey arrives at home, as she walks in she hears the laughter of her parents, her mother notices her first, ‘Hey Baby’ her mother says with that warm loving smile of hers. However, Hailey’s tone still holds sadness

H’- Hey Mom’, her mother surprised by her daughter’s tone

M’- What’s wrong?’,

H- ’Nothing, Mom don’t worry’,

M- ‘Hailey talk to me’, Hailey was enoyed by her mother pushing her to talk about, but she opens up

H- ‘I’m just upset, found out Rafe is dating someone new’. Hailey’s mom looks at her daughter with sympathy and tells her to not worry about it. After talking to her mother Hailey leaves to go to her room to bury herself in her bed.

Later at night Hailey sneaks out dressed in only jean shorts and one of Rafes old hoodies, to go to her and Rafe’s old spot. Their old spot was an abandoned boat dock, with nothing around as it was in a pretty secluded area. As Hailey pulls up to the spot she sees Rafe’s truck already parked there. As she gets out of her car, and walks along the dock she sees Rafe sitting on the edge like they used to do.

‘I’m sorry I can leave if you want me to’, Rafe looks up at her ’Nahh it’s okay! Stay’. Hailey sits down on the other side leaving enough space between them. Rafe suddenly starts a conversation with her.

R- ‘Why are you here?’

H- ‘Had a shit day, what about you?’

R- ’Same here’

H- ‘Ohh’

R- ‘Yeah’

H- ‘You know after we broke up, I sat here every night hoping you would come here and that we could talk, make up and get back together’

R- ‘You fucking with me?’

H- ‘Why would I? I meant what I said on that stupid boat in South America’

R- ‘Bullshit Hails’

H- ‘Fuck this I shouldn’t have stayed! Forget I said anything’

Hailey gets up and leaves, tears already running down her cheeks. She’ s mad at herself for starting such a pointless conversation with Rafe knowing how close minded he can be when it’s about something that hurt his feelings. Hailey leaves to go home, when she gets a text from Kie asking her to come by the Pogues house. When she arrives the Pogues tell her about the newest adventure and what happened to them at Blackbeards wreck.

A few day later the Pogues plan on a beach and surf day as it was crazy hot outside. John B drives up in the Twinkie and Hailey follows them in her own truck. Just shortly after they sat up for the day a bunch of kooks pull up to the beach, music blarring. Hailey could spot Topper, Kelce and Rafe or as JJ liked to call them, the Power puff girls. They drove a little further down the beach but set up their spot close enough to the Pogues.

S- ‘What a waste of waves’

H- ‘Well shit! Hope this doesn’t end up completely crazy’

JJ- ’Nahh John B will handle this’

JJ- ‘Well Sunshines coming’

JB- ‘Topper’

T- ‘Routledge’

JB- ‘We just want a calm day can we manage to co-function here today’

T- ‘We calm if you don’t do any shit’

H- ‘I mean that’s settled’

While they are surfing JJ keeps messing with the Kooks by stealing their waves, later on provoking a fight. After all the surfing they decided to chill some time when Kie spots a hatch of baby turtles.

K- ‘OMG! Look baby turtles! We need to save them?

H- ‘Let me set up my phone to film’

While Hailey and the Pogues were trying to save the turtles, Topper’s girlfriend and Topper get in his Jeep, Ruthie being behind the wheel, she starts speeding towards the Pogues who are trying to save the turtles, almost running over Hailey and Kie.

K- ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’

Ruthie throws out her drink at Kie, and drives back to their spot. JJ already started getting all worked up and wanted to start a huge fight, but Hailey quickly got involved already having an elaborate plan.

H- ‘Let me handle this’

JJ- ‘Hell no I-‘

H- ‘ Let me do this’

JJ- ‘Fine’

She quickly picks up her phone and stoping the turtle video and telling Kie to film everything. Hailey storms off to her fellow kook friends.

H- ‘Are you completely crazy?’

Top- ‘Hails your boys started this’

H- ‘I ain’t talking to you Top! I’m talking to your stupid bitch ass girlfriend’

Ru- ‘What did you call me?’

H- ‘You heard me! Are you fucking crazy or just stupid?’

Ru- ‘It was a joke relax’

H- ‘ Oh it was a joke? Yeah makes sense! I’m laughing my ass off! You know you ran over a hatch of baby turtles! Killed at least 4’

Ru- ‘Get over it! It’s the cycle of life’

H- ‘I mean I knew you and your family weren’t smart considering that your daddy’s business is going to shits but you just proved me how right I was about your level of intellect!’

Ru- ‘Keep my family out of this’

R- ‘Hails stop this’

H- ‘OH keep your family out of this? Honey enjoy your time with your family in your loving figure 8 house as long as you can still afford it!’

Ru- ‘What’ How do you-‘

H- ‘Yeah your daddy’s broke! He came begging for money

Ru- ‘You bitch’

Ruthie slaps Hailey right across the face, her head whipping to the side due to the impact. The slap earning Hailey a cut in her lip but Hailey’s plan worked out. Now she only has to take a look at Rafe to get the tears rolling. Hailey looks up and sees Rafe seemingly unbothered looking at Sofia, and the tears start rolling.

Hailey turns around walking to her friends, who stopped filming by now.

H- ‘Did you film it?’

JJ- ‘Yup’

H- ‘Now hell’s loose?

JB- ’Shit you got a plan’

H- Of course I do, and on that note I’ll be leaving’

Hailey quickly packs her surf board into her truck, and drives off to the police station. Trying to think back to last night with Rafe in order to make herself cry some more as she walks into the station.

H- ’Shoup?’

Shoup- ‘Miss Summers, what can I do for you?’

H- ‘I’d like to make a assault complaint or whatever you call that’

Shoup- ‘That got anything to do with that busted lip?’

H- ‘Yup!’

Shoup- ‘My office now please’

Hailey gets into Shoup’s office and sits down and starts to explain everything, showing him the video evidence and manipulatively trying to make herself look scared in Ruthies presence to make Shoup act quicker on what Ruthie did.

H- ‘That’s what happened’

Shoup- ‘Why you crying so much? I have known you for a long time Hailey, you’re not one to cry easily! So why are you crying so damn much?’

H- ‘Rafe was there with his new girlfriend’

Shoup- ‘I get it! It’s hard, but you’ll get over it’

H- ‘Yeah I know’

Shoup reassured Hailey that he would immediately take care of the situation. Hailey walks out of the station whipping the tears from her face and getting into her car to drive home. She had to hurry as it was already late and she had plans with her father at the country club, because her mother wasn’t home because she was on a business trip.

She hurries home to take a shower. Hailey gets dressed in a short white summer dress and has her long blond hair down in beach waves. When she’s done she walks downstairs and sees her dad already waiting for her.

H-‘Hey Dad sorryy it took me so long’

Dad- ‘No worries honey’

As Hailey and her dad are seated in the restaurant, Hailey tells her dad all about what happened at the beach.

Dad- ‘You are my daughter’ laughs softly

H- ‘I know I provoked her but she was being a bitch’

Dad- ‘I’m not judging I would have done the same’

Hailey and her dad are waiting for dinner when Ruthie storms into the restaurant and starts screaming at Hailey

Ru- ‘You went to the fucking cops! You stupid bitch’

Ruthie grabs Hailey’s dad’s wine glass and throws the red wine at Haileys face.

Dad- ‘What the hell’

Ruthie’s dad comes to the table trying to drag his daughter away.

Dad- ‘Richard you should get your daughter under control! This is the third time she has assaulted Hailey in one fucking day’

Security comes in, leading Ruthie and her father out while one of the staff members has already informed the police. Hailey excuses herself to the bathroom to get cleaned up. While she was on her way to the bathroom Rafe walked past Hailey’s dad.

R- ‘Steve! How are you?’

S- ‘Rafe hello, I’m okay! Do you know that Ruthie girl?’

R- ‘Yeah that’s Topper’s girlfriend, why?’

S- ’She assaulted Hailey again just now?’

R- ‘Oh really? Is. Is she here? Hailey?

S- ‘Yes in the bathroom getting cleaned up. It’s nice seeing you again! You know me and Charlotte always thought you and Hailey would stay together forever, I mean you reminded me a lot of me and Charlotte.

R- ‘Yeah I thought so to actually’

S- ‘Hailey told me about your girlfriend Sofia is it?’

R- ‘Yeah she’s working here, that’s why I’m actually here to pick her up’

S- ‘Well I’ll let you go then! Was nice seeing you!’

R- ‘Yeah you too?

Hailey is still cleaning her dress when Rafe walks into the bathroom, startling her by doing so.

H- ‘The hell you doing Rafe?’

R- ‘Are you okay’

H- ‘Why wouldn’t I be okay?’

R- ’Stop being a bitch to me Hailey’

H- ‘I just got wine in my face, been slapped and almost run over! I’m splendid Rafe!’

R- ‘Hails I-’

H- ’Save it’

Rafe walks up to her and hugs her close to him. Hailey is completely confused.

H- ‘What are you doing’

R- ‘I know you need it’

H- ‘Go hug your girlfriend’

Hailey pushes Rafe off of her and storms out of the restroom, getting back to her father who was waiting for her at the reception holding two doggy bags.

Dad- ‘I talked to Shoup, got everything sorted, got the food to go! Let’s go home!’

H- ‘Yeah’

Hailey and her dad head home and enjoy their food together while talking about her dad’s new business plans.

After dinner Steve retreats to his study to work some more on his plans and Hailey retrieves into her room to change out of the wine soaked dress. She puts on Rafe’s old hoodie as it still slightly holds his smell, wearing it gives her that warm feeling of him holding her. She quickly picks up a pair of jeans shorts and leaves to go her spot, hoping that Rafe wouldn’t be there again. As she is sitting on the dock with her feet dangling above the water she feels the wood beneath her vibrating, as she looks back she sees Rafe, he comes up and sits down beside her.

R- ‘Hey’

H- ‘Hey’

R- ‘Are you okay?’

H- ‘Yeah why?’

R- ‘You had a pretty shit day’

H- ’So what?’

R- ’Hails what did I do to you?’

H- ‘You didn’t show up Rafe! And now you got someone new! So I’m fucking pissed Rafe? I have to watch the person I love, being with someone else and that’s fucking hard okay?’

R- ‘Hails’

H- ‘It’s okay I’ll get over it!’

Hailey gets up to leave, walking down the dock, trying to hold herself together. Rafe had been hurting her more than she has ever been hurt in her life. She always believed that Rafe could do her no harm, she knew that he didn’t do it on purpose he moved on from her after she broke up with him, it was perfectly fair that he had moved on it was his right. Yet it still broke her knowing that Rafe had someone new and she was still mourning after what they used to have.

When she arrives at home she crawls into her bed hiding beneath her duvet, crying herself to sleep, from yet another shitty encounter with the love of her life.

Friday night, there is a kook party going on and Hailey is getting ready. She’s hoping to forget some of the shitty weeks she had and maybe even try to get over Rafe. Hailey is putting on make up as she hasn’t done so in a really long time, she has straightened her hair, and put on a dress with a deep neckline. She finished up with putting on her favourite vanilla perfume and putting on some clear glitter lipgloss. As the party is taking place only a 10 minute walk from her house she decides to walk there.

At the party Hailey mingles with some of her old friends greeting Kelce and Topper. After hanging out with some of her girl friends, she spots a cute guy, she smiles at him, hoping he would approach her. After a few flirty eye contacts, he ends up walking towards Hailey. As they start talking Hailey starts flirting with him and giving him slight hints that she’s only interested in a one night thing, when suddenly Hailey feels a hand at the small of her back, and the guy that she has been flirting with turned around and left. She turns to face who was touching her back.

H- ‘You’ve got to be kidding me’

Hailey rolls her way and leaves, she starts heading to the downstairs bathroom knowing that there won’t be any people, Rafe follows her inside closing the door behind them.

H- ‘What the hell are you doing?’

Rafe walks up to her and starts kissing her, while holding her face in his large hands. Hailey is startled but she immediately kisses back, being pulled into her old habits, missing Rafe’s touch.

Meanwhile Sofia has entered the house and is looking for Rafe, she asks around for him but no one can help her until she finds Topper who points out that he saw him going downstairs.

Rafe’s hands wandered down Hailey’s body finding her hips and lifting her up and putting her on the sink, while kissing her.

H- ‘Rafe this is wrong you have a girlfriend’

Hailey pushes him away getting of the sink and running out of the bathroom, on her way up she bumps into Sofia.

Sof- ‘Hey Hails have you- ‘

H- ‘You don’t get to call me Hails! You know you’re just a Pogue his friends will never accept you! You don’t fit in get it? So fuck off and leave me the fuck alone!’

Hailey pushes past Sofia, making her way out of the house, to walk home, as the encounter with Rafe has already fucked too much with her head for the entire night.

Rafe walks out of the bathroom trying to catch up with Hailey after thinking about what he should do. However, instead of running into Hailey, he runs into his girlfriend.

R- ‘What are you doing here?’

So- ‘I wanted to see you’

R-‘Goo home! I need time for myself’

So- ‘Rafey’

R- ‘Go home’

Rafe pushes past her asking his friends if they had seen his ex-girlfriend leave the party. No one could help him, but when he approached Topper and Kelce they had an opinion.

R- ‘Yo Top have you seen Hailey?’

Top- ‘Why you looking for Hails? Sofia’s here’

R- ‘I don’t give a fuck! Where’s Hailey?’

Top- ’She just left

R- ‘My keys now’

Rafe grabs his keys running out of the house to his truck and getting in and immediately speeding off towards Hailey’s house trying to catch up to her. Halfway to her house he sees her and pulls up next to her.

R- ‘Get in Hailey I’ll drive you home’

H- ‘Nope’

Rafe knows how stubborn Hailey can be so he drives a 100m further down the street and gets out of his truck, waiting for her, but as soon as she sees him she switches the side of the road and continues walking home. However Rafe is faster than her and catches hr pulling her close to him.

R- ‘I’m sorry’

H- ‘Fuck you’ (she bangs her fists against his chest while he holds her wrists)

R- ‘I’m really sorry Hails’

H- ‘You can’t go kissing me after I tell you how much I love you!’

R- ‘I know’

H- ‘No you don’t! Rafe I thought I would spend the rest of my life with you! Kids and getting old and stuff!’

R- ‘I thought that to and then you broke up with me!’

H- ‘Because I was fucking mad at you! Not because I stopped loving you!’

Rafe lets go off her wrists and grabs her face like earlier at the party, staring in her eyes. She thinks that she sees his eyes sparkle for a moment, before he kisses her again. Hailey lets herself be pulled in by his actions however she quickly realises that it’s wrong and pushes him away.

H- ‘You can’t keep doing that Rafe!’

Hailey starts walking away but Rafe grabs her and convinces her to let him drive her home. She gets in the truck, starring out of the window until Rafe pulls up in her driveway and parks behind Hailey’s truck.

H- ‘Thanks’

R-‘ Your welcome’

To be continued

#rafe cameron #lovers to enemies #jj maybank #season 4 #parallels #fanfic #part 1 #relationship #rafe imagine #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron fanfiction #flashbacks #trauma

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manfred-volkarin · 3 months ago

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knocked out 1069 (heh) words of a new WIP while in a waiting room today. help.

#bones'#that makes 4 active WIPs and 1 little blurb that might become a WIP.#heLP.#it's a time travel AU. because i've been chewing on the idea for weeks. 😩

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pappydaddy · 2 years ago

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wedding: round two (s.h.)

a/n: ignore the title, idk what is going on with that, it's the best i could come up with

tv show/movie: stranger things | pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested

sequel to speak now

synopsis: there is another wedding in hawkins that steve and y/n must attend

warnings: fluff | friendly teasing | brief outfit description to set it in the 90s

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The old, musty smelling church was filled to the brim (it did not hold large groups of people anyway) with chattering guests ranging in ages. Steve looked around expectantly, tugging at the tie around his neck. Dustin sat next to him, shifting uncomfortably in his own suit. “I hate these damn things,” Dustin gruffed. “So uncomfortable,” He grumbled. Steve swatted his hands away from his tux, earning a glare from the younger man. “You’re messing with your suit too, asshole.”

“I’m older.” Was Steve’s only retort as he continued to fuss with his suit. When they heard heels scuffing against the old hardwood of the church, the two men stopped fussing with their suits, looking to their left to see Robin approaching with a fan and three little bottles of bubbles. Unceremoniously, Robin plunked herself down on the pew next to them, immediately fanning herself to fight off the heat trapped in the old church.

“It’s too hot to be having a wedding in a church without AC,” Robin breathed out. “Especially when you set the date for July. Why July anyway?” Robin huffed, lifting her arms to fan under her armpits.

Steve shook his head at her, looking to the front where the groomsmen were gathering. Above the chattering, the family sat in the front few pews in front of them blended in with the rest of the crowd of wedding go-ers. No obnoxiously large hats were seen in the church on that side. On the other side, a few wore some hats akin to the hats Steve sees the Royal Family wearing on the cover of magazines, but nothing insane. A wide variety of coloured dresses and black and silver suits were all that he could see. It was a nice refresher after the last wedding he was at in this church.

“Say, you’re awfully quiet about the heat,” Robin elbowed him, making him look down at her. “Not thinking about breaking up another one of your ex’s weddings, are you?” Robin teased, her eyes sparkling even more when Steve shot her an annoyed look.

“Ha, ha,” Steve rolled his eyes, but he glanced behind him to look out the wide, double doors of the church, spotting the women he had been impatiently waiting for talking to another person in the lobby. “I get it, I actually objected at a wedding. Laugh all you want.” Steve hadn’t heard the end of it since they all received the Save the Date cards in the mail. Not even the bride and groom of this wedding were letting him live his extraness down.

“I mean, you really didn’t need to stand up and tell Jessie his fiancee didn’t actually love him,” Dustin chimed in as he shed his suit jacket, rolling his shirt sleeves up, but Steve whacked his hands away from the sleeves, he was given specific instructions not to let Dustin roll his sleeves up or he will crease the shirt. “You could have just objected and she would have left with you.”

“Well, sorry for not really knowing what to say in a moment like that. It was kind of my first time,” Steve huffed, standing from the pew, discarding his own suit jacket and making a show of rolling his own sleeves, Dustin glaring at him. “Now, I believe I have to go rescue my future bride.”

“Just make sure you don’t accidentally ruin another white-veil occasion!” Robin smirked as he shuffled past her seat figure. Discreetly, Steve flipped her off before he was striding towards the church lobby, his eyes locked on the women who stood there, a fake smile on her dark red lips as three elderly ladies talked her ear off.

She stood there, her maroon, satin dress cami dress clinging and slouching on her body just right. The slit along her left thigh danced slightly as a slight breeze blew by her from other guests flurrying around. Her hair was twisted up onto a gold wire clip, a few tendrils of hair falling around her face in the most perfect way. She had wanted to leave her hair down, but the summer heat chose differently. “Oh, there he is now!” One of the older ladies smiled, noticing Steve approaching.

A real smile stretched on her face when she looked in his direction, seeing him walking towards them. “Hello ladies,” Steve smiled, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her into him, her hand resting on his chest immediately, melting into his embrace despite the heat of the day. “Hello, Hun.” Steve greeted her, pressing a kiss to her lips. The ladies all cooed at the sweet display.

“Aren’t you two the cutest,” One of them gushed, flicking her hand towards them. “I knew you two would end up together in the end. Said it from the very first time I saw you guys walking down the street holding hands.”

The other two hummed in agreement, nodding. They all stood there, in somewhat matching outfits, their Royal Family-esque hats tilted slightly. “I love my great grand-daughter, but I never thought you two were a match, Steve. Now, I did always think you truly sparkled whenever you talked to this little one here-” She nodded to the women standing next to him. “The Harrington boy and Silvya’s daughter.”

“I was so glad when you stood up at her wedding,” The third one gushed, her hand laying gently on Steve’s bicep. “That Jessie and his family looked like a piece of work, but it wasn’t you up there with her,” She insisted. Now Steve knew why she had a forced smile on her face. She had been trapped with their biggest fans, recounting all the times they weren’t together. “Then I was over the moon when I heard you proposed to her!” She squealed, hand leaving Steve’s arm to gesture to the ring on the hand resting on Steve’s chest.

“It’s a gorgeous ring, you have incredible taste, young man. My grand-daughter should have convinced her daughter to love you when she had her chance-” The girl glued to his side shifted, her feet becoming numb the longer she stood there in heels. “Wouldn’t be the same though, and I guess she’s happy with this Byers’ boy. I’ve never seen her so happy!”

“Oh, Y/N, dear,” Steve saw a lull in the conversation, looking down at the girl clinging to him. “Did you get those programs and bubbles for us?” He asked her as she looked up at him, relief in her eyes.

“Yes, yes. I did, they’re right in my purse,” She pulled away from him, unzipping and reaching into her black shoulder bag that had been resting in the crook of her elbow. “Here they are, Hun.” She held them up for him to look at, holding them in the same hand that held her purse strap.

“Perfect, Robin was asking for one,” Steve nodded. “Did you grab yourself a fan, it’s way too hot in the church,” He asked her again, very much aware of the older ladies who watched the interaction with their hands clasped together. Y/N shook her head. “Well, that just won’t do. If you would excuse us, Ladies, we need to get her a fan!” Steve exclaimed, providing them with an exit.

“Oh, yes! We best be sitting down soon, the wedding will start and we’d still be out here gabbing,” Nancy’s great grand-mother waved her hand dismissively, pulling the fan out of her own purse. “It was lovely talking to you dears, be sure to invite us to the wedding!”

“Will do, lovely talking to you,” Y/N gushed in reply, giving them a soft wave as Steve guided her towards the table with the fans. “Oh, my god. Thank you so much for rescuing me!” She breathed out as soon as they got to the table, his other hand falling to rest on her other hip while she looked over the variety of hand fans.

“My pleasure,” Steve hummed, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I will always come rescue you.” He pressed another kiss to her cheek, squeezing her waist, making her squeal out a giggle, shying away from his hands a little. She wasn’t able to move very far thanks to his grip.

“You’ve proven that time and time again,” She smiled up at him, leaning her chin up, waiting for him to meet her with a kiss. He eagerly complied, pecking her lips. “Now, which one should I pick?” She asked him, looking back down at the table of fans. Steve rested his chin on her shoulder, eyes trailing over the selection.

He reached out, pointing to a floral one with hints of different shades of red on it. “This one, the reds go with your dress,” He decided. Nodding, she grabbed it, pushing it closed so she could carry it. Steve took a second, stepping back just enough where she could move, keeping his hand flat against her lower back. “Here, give me your purse.” He held his free hand out, seeing that she was struggling to hold everything.

She complied, handing him the small shoulder bag. “Bless you, Steve,” She signed. Jessie never carried her purse for her. He wouldn’t even touch it. Yet, here was Steve, telling her to give him her purse. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He smiled, his hand staying on her back as they walked to their friends. “We’re back, scoot down.” Steve announced, making Robin Scoot closer to Dustin who had to scoot closer to Mike to make room for Steve and Y/N.

Robin smiled, doing as Steve said too easily. Before Steve could interfere, the comment was already flying from Robin’s lips. “You were taking so long we thought you might have absentmindedly found your way into the dressing room to convince the bride to run away again.”

Steve groaned as he gently guided Y/N to step into the pew before him while Y/N laughed at the comment. “I think he would have a gang of old ladies stopping him from running off with another bride,” Y/N commented, handing everyone a program, stuffing the bottle of bubbles back into her purse. “Apparently, we have quite a fan group.” She informed Robin, making the blonde’s eyes light up.

“Oh, my god,” She laughed. “I bet they are like granny-ninjas where they come around at night and right all the wrongs Steve makes,” Robin suggested. “That’s why Steve hasn’t screwed up again-” ,” Robin suggested. “That’s why Steve hasn’t screwed up again-”

“Hey, don’t even joke about that,” Steve interjected as he sat down, Robin tossing him his discarded suit jacket. “I don’t want that shit in the universe. Nothing-” He paused, pointing a finger at Robin and the two younger men. “And I mean nothing, is going to make me lose her again.”

Y/N cooed, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, her thumb instantly coming up to rub the red lip print off his cheek. “Sheesh, it was just a joke,” Robin rolled her eyes, sharing looks with Dustin. "I can joke all I want about him breaking up weddings, but joking about him messing up royally is off the table. Noted.” Steve glared at her just as the double doors closed, signally it was time for the Bride to emerge.

The organ sounded, playing a much more upbeat tune than the last time they had all heard it. The doors opened just enough, letting the parade of bridesmaids dressed in soft pink gowns through, El sitting in the middle of the pack. Everyone stood, turning towards the doors as they closed again. Seconds later, they were pulled open again, this time revealing Nancy in a white, dainty gown. One that screamed Nancy. Y/N cooed, leaning over Steve at the start before shuffling to stand in front of him at the end of the pew, Steve shuffling back. “She looks gorgeous,” She breathed, hands coming up to rest on her chest. Quickly, she glanced up at Jonathan. “Oh my god, look at Jonathan! So sweet!” She whispered in Steve’s ear, nodding to the groom who looked like he was having the best day ever with happy tears and his breath taken away.

“I know I’ve already seen you in a wedding dress, but I can’t wait to see you walking down the aisle at our wedding,” Steve whispered in her ear, leaning down, his eyes no longer on Nancy but on her, watching her reaction. Her breathing hitched, not just from what he said, but also from the way his breath fanned over her neck and how she could feel the heat of him and feel his chest as he leaned down. Our wedding. She was still not used to hearing that. “That,” He nodded to Nancy and Jonathan, Nancy having just arrived at the altar. “Will be us in like a year.”

“Year and a month,” Y/N whispered back, looking up at him. “I want a late August wedding. It’s too hot,” She declared. “And maybe not in this church. Save us from the wedding crasher jokes.”

“Late August and not in this church it is.” Steve nodded, smiling to himself as everyone started to sit down for the ceremony to start.

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queenimmadolla · 1 year ago

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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

(dad!eddie x mom!reader)

Summary: Eddie has to shower before he can hold his impatient baby. She's having none of it.

a/n: i was attacked by yet ANOTHER cute baby tiktok so here we are with a little bit of grease monkey!eddie and another little drabble. set in the early days of the pennyverse. and yes, i've used this gif before but he's dead so i'm running out of them. mistakes might be fixed later, i dont know :)

“Are these your little fingers?” You asked your baby, tone saturated in honey and affection as you held the chunky palm in question, lips pressed to her pudgy fingertips.

Despite your aversion to it prior to your pregnancy, you’d inevitably developed a baby voice when Penny had come into the world and you couldn’t be blamed. Not when she was all squish, delicate cheeks holding so much chub they bulged, and rolls decorated her little limbs. She was a glutton, always demanding your milk and you couldn’t deny her; those big, gorgeous eyes she’d inherited from her father made it nearly impossible to, even when the wetness welling up in them were completely alligator tears. And those curls.

Regardless of taming them with some water, a brush and maybe some vaseline, they ended up wild, flying about or mussed and matted to her head with sweat because your baby was a little heater when she slept and napped. Just like her daddy.

Your smile widened in size when you heard the sound of keys slotting into place at the front door, the lock mechanism giving away. It tripled when you realized your baby also recognized the sound, head turning to stare at the door as she bobbed in place, thick legs squatting and then popping back up as you held her by her waist with your other hand, assisting her with standing.

The moment Eddie opened the door and came into view she began cooing and squealing in excitement, mouth parting in a wide smile as drool raced down from the corner of her mouth.

You laughed, and so did Eddie as he heard his baby welcoming him home.

“You excited to see me, sweet pea?” He cooed right back, walking over to squat in front of the two of you, eyes raking over you momentarily in appreciation before focusing on the little one in your arms.

She let out another long coo that ended on an airy sigh, pulling her hand from your grasp to reach both of her pudgy ones out to him, practically begging him to hold her as she began wiggling in your arms.

Eddie’s head tilted, lips curling into the most tender smile as he stared down at her with nothing but love swimming in those eyes he’d shared with her.

“Daddy missed you and mommy so much.” He whispered, a hand reaching out, almost close enough to caress her soft cheek but it hesitated before he could touch her. His rough, grease covered finger was a stark contrast to her clean, smooth skin. Clearly, you’d given her a bath before he got home because her mouth and cheeks were usually covered in the food you were starting to offer her (sometimes baby food, but mostly bits of your food because she wouldn’t accept any offerings of mushed up veggies and fruits if there was something else on your plate, hence why your diet had been pretty bland and not at all a result of the tight budget your maternity leave left you on).

The rest of his hands were no better, palms stained, streaks all over his arms as a result of shucking the top half of the monkey suit and rolling up his sleeves at the garage.

There were even a few streaks of grease and maybe oil on his face and neck. Your husband smelled more so of tires than he had the spicy cologne that surrounded you when he’d kissed you goodbye in bed this morning.

And he knew it.

Penny didn’t let that stop her, still eagerly reaching out for him as she grunted to try and provoke him in swooping her up into his embrace.

“As soon as daddy’s clean, okay? I’ll pick you up and my sweet girl can give me all the cuddles she wants.” He promised, hands on his knees before he stood back up, leaning over her to give you a sweaty, greasy oh so sweet and firm press of the lips kiss before he swiveled around and disappeared into the small bathroom as quickly as he could to be out of hearing range when Penny began whimpering at his absence.

You heard the shower start running at the exact moment she began to cry and you offered a sympathetic whine of your own as you adjusted your grip on her, bringing Penny up to your chest, your cheek smushed against her more plump one.

“Shhh…it’s okay, my love. Daddy’s just showering. He’ll be back.” You stood up, hitching Penny on your hip as you walked to the entrance of the small hallway so the bathroom door was visible to her. Eddie’s humming floated out from underneath the crack of it.

Penny was Eddie’s daughter, alright, full of dramatics as her breathing remained heavy, chest rising and falling quickly with the hitches in her breath as a chunky fist gripped onto your blouse, lower lip curling out and wobbling. She didn’t seem satisfied with your explanation but that didn’t worry you. If Penny was awake when Eddie left for work in the morning, she’d start bawling.

The first couple of times she’d started reacting to his departure, he’d ended up full of guilt and late to work. It still wasn’t easy for him, even after you’d finally convinced him she’d have the same reaction whether he left in the morning, afternoon, or evening. Regardless of the time, she was going to be upset that she wouldn’t be able to see her daddy, probably convinced in her little baby mind that he’d abandoned her (he’d nearly quit the shop when you’d phrased it like that) but he’d always come home to her—and you—and that’s what mattered.

You were positive she’d start yelling and shrieking when it came time for you to go back to work, too. She was just a baby, so she was being a baby.

You carried your huffing and puffing daughter back to the living room, placing her down on the carpet in front of some toys she had been playing with earlier in the day. Maybe they’d distract her.

Wrong.

She sat on the carpet, chunky legs strewn out for just a few seconds before she was moving forward onto her belly and propping herself up. Then she was off, crawling as fast as she could towards the hallway while breathing heavily with exhilaration. You trailed after her, amused at how stubborn she was when she stopped directly in front of the bathroom door, propping herself up on her bottom.

You watched Penny reach out with shaky palms, pressing them gently against the door. It looked like they were feeling around it before she began slapping them against it as hard as she could as she yelled her baby babble, no doubt demanding her daddy open the door, pick her up and love her right now.

Giggles were muffled into your palm, as she kept up with it.

Eventually, maybe when she realized that wasn’t working, Penny leaned over, wiggling around until she was on her tummy and the side of her head was resting on the carpet. You realized she was trying to look under the door for him and your heart clenched, hand flying over your chest as if you could grasp the organ.

You expected her to sit back up and go back to smacking the door but she remained there, a stubby finger absentmindedly trailing through the carpet as she stared through the thin crack, warm bathroom light and Eddie’s voice flooding out from underneath to comfort her as she waited.

Picking her up had crossed your mind, and so did the idea of how loudly she’d probably start screaming and crying if you did.

The two of you didn’t have to wait for long, the shower shut off and you could hear the sounds of the shower curtain rings scraping against the rod as Eddie pulled them back.

Panic briefly filled your chest as you realized Eddie probably wasn’t expecting his baby to be lying on the floor directly outside of the bathroom—he’d step on her, so you called out, “Heads up, Eddie, you’ve got a visitor.”

You didn’t hear a response, but a few moments later, the door opened to reveal your husband. Water droplets slipped down his neck and chest. He had one towel—that had definitely seen better days—wrapped around his waist and another (yours) he was using to scrunch up his sopping wet curls to dry them.

Eddie had heard you, shooting you a smirk before he addressed the baby beaming up at him, “Shower’s free if you wanna hop in, stinky.”

Penny had no idea what he was saying, it didn’t matter anyways because he said it in the same voice he used when he gave her kisses and held her to his chest so she was reaching up for him and he finally reached down—with clean hands—grasping her sides before she was hoisted into his arms. Penny wasted no time, mouth parting wide to mouth aggressively at his face and chin while she shook her head and wiggled about.

She was giving him kisses.

Or trying to eat him, she had little bursts of energy where she’d do that—attack you out of nowhere while you held her causing the both of you to break out laughing.

Eddie let her get it all out, and when she cooed, resting her cheek on his shoulder, he retaliated. Her cheeks and little neck rolls were smattered in his smacking kisses as she squealed and shrieked and wiggled but there was no escaping her daddy’s clutches now that she was finally in them.

When every inch of her available to him had been kissed, he turned towards you and you suddenly found yourself victim to two sets of identical crinkly brown eyes. A deep chuckle rumbled from Eddie as he padded over to where you stood, mischievous smirk making another appearance.

“Mommy’s turn.”

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aeribbon · 3 months ago

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hello, could you do bf!Lando Norris headcanons x childhood bestfriend!reader? Thank you!!

bf!lando x childhood bestfriend!reader headcanons

warning; english isn't my first language + 2nd proof reading will be done soon

an; thank you so much for this request, i enjoyed making it !! requests are open !

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✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who will always starts conversations with you by "omg remember when…" and proceeds to tell lies like when he used to "beat” you at mario kart but in reality you were the one winning everytime.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who is always himself when he’s with you, never embarrassed to show his personality as you’ve known him since forever.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who never remembers when you guys actually started dating as the transition from best friends to lovers is blurry for both of you ! especially as everyone around you always assumed you were together since forever.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who always expresses his gratitude towards you for being here and being his biggest supporter since the start, even before your kart days together as you were racing along side him.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who you sometimes still see as the little boy from bristol, the guy who is always ashamed after a bad race, the guy who hugs his mom the second he gets home, the guy who you would always trust your life to.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who was your first kiss and you were his too.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who has the biggest collection of photos of you, either embarrassing photos or the prettiest pictures ever taken of you. he has put up with taking your photos for years and has mastered the perfect angles, lights,…

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO always knew you were going to be his endgame, he wrote it in his journal when he was 12 and ever since, has never left your side.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who was jealous of your boyfriend during high school but never said anything because at the end of the day he knew you would always chose him over your boyfriend.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who still wears the matching bracelet you made him when you were 8 years old and has refused to throw it away for years. but as you saw how faded away and ugly it has gotten you made him a new one last year. now he wears both !

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who has never changed the sleepovers routine, even after you started dating. he would constantly steals the snacks you have chosen after he said he didn’t want them and yet you still share them with him. or him falling asleep first and snoring like crazy.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who still calls your mum "mum" as she’s basically his second mother. he randomly sends her pictures, updates her about your life, asks her for recipe so that he can cook for you.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who has a picture of you guys as children in his wallet just beside his favorite polaroid he took of you, the same goes for you.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who will tell you stories from back in the days whenever you feel a bit down, he even recounts his embarrassing stories when you ridiculously beat him in sports during middle school. he knows how to make your smile come back.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who confesses at random times that he knew you were the one such as when he’s washing the dishes or when you are brushing your teeth. "i’ve always wanted this, i’ve dreamt of this".

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who constantly sends old pictures of you guys, whether it’s 3am or moments before a race. he always thinks of you, when he sees a tiktok that might make you laugh, when he knows you would like this kind of outfit or he would see a post about a movie that you would probably love. he never hesitates to send them to you with the little text "this reminded me of you 🩷".

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who had both of your initials in a small corner of his helmet since his karting days and never removed them since.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who draws heart in the inside of you palm whenever you guys are holding hands. he has this habit since forever.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who would always remember you to do that little pre-race tradition that you have since he started racing cars. it’s just a little good luck from you and big big hug but it means a lot for him.

✮⋆˙ BF!LANDO who made you start a “one day" jar where you’ve put notes of things you’ve wanted to do with the other since your teenage years. he once wrote "travel the world with you when i’ll be in f1" while you would write things like "do pancakes without burning them". finally he just recently put the latest note behind your back "marry her".

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