#simon x brittany

[doverstardoodles]

Brimon dump

[simonoliverseville]

“This is one of my favorite jackets, actually. Also, Brittany might come on too strong sometimes, but she’s good at cheering me up when I’m feeling terrible.”

[simonoliverseville]

"Who could have guessed going to 12 social gatherings back to back during flu and cold season wasn't a good idea?" 🙄

"In all seriousness, get well soon, Brittany." 🥰

"Those 12 Christmas parties were...not the best idea." "I've got the flu." 🤒

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

Regulus and Barty are Jeanette and Simon from the chipmunks movies, especially in the chipwrecked movie i swear (Sirius is Brittany)

[boy-of-death]

I just discovered the call of duty fandom and let me tell you I never read so much fanfic and hc in a week!!!

I will probably never play the game but I will still love those characters till my last breath. I am living for the cod cosplay community on TikTok and yes I was dragged there by the sheer power of our leader,✨💕Brittany Broski 💕✨

So here some fic/hc ideas I would love to read about but didn’t find🥲

• cod men going to the ren faire with reader who’s super excited and make the men dress up too (Simon dressed in a armor 🫠) ( the 141 that decided to go as a team with reader and they all play along and coordinate their outfits)

• gamer cod men that teach reader how to play and are super kind about it (bonus if in exchange reader teach them how to play cozy games like “animal crossing” or “a little to the left”

• cod men doing a date at the museum and reader is just a history nerd and basically do a guided tour and the men are just listening and be like: yup I am in love!

• cod men and reader drinking tea on the outside tables of a cafe and just gossiping about life and people that walked by (soap and reader with sunglasses just judging everyone like nobody could hear them and randomly dropping a “smash” every time someone hot pass them)

• (this one is especially for soap and it’s based on this TikTok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe9Taj72/ )

Just soap putting a kilt on at every single opportunity he gets because he loves it so much and reader had once said that they like it on him . So that’s how you get soap just rocking the kilt at almost every events they go together and of course, more than one time, there was a LOT of wind (Scotland is windy as fuck) and him being the idiot that he is and never learning from his mistakes, ended up butt naked in front of the whole wedding/party/baptism/family dinner/formal evening with the 141 … (he is a total idiot but I love him)

• cod men when reader put on the broski report every time they take the car and it’s just the both of them being super invested in what Brittany is saying. Bonus if it’s the first time reader put it on and of course it’s one of those episodes where she’s saying the most random shit and the proceeds to talk about religion and philosophy and they’re just there driving being like: “ I don’t know what this woman is saying but she did make some very good points” just becoming massives fan and buying matching sweatshirts with the broski report logo on it for them and reader. And yes, they start quoting her every day and it confuses everybody else!

Well, this was longer than I was expecting (that’s what she said) but for a first real post I’m pretty happy about it! Hope you enjoyed it and If by miracle someone found this post and want to use one of the prompts/hc feel free to use it! (Just tag me so I can see the results !)

✨💕have a nice day everybody!!!💕✨

(Sorry English is not my first language 😅)

[tonberry-yoda]

have i ever played call of duty?

no.

is ghost hot?

yes.

would i ever write a ghost fic?????

ONLY IF BRITTANY BROSKI READS IT

no one but brittany would be allowed to read it

[onceinabluemoan]

• He’s letting you into the friend group

• And soooo easy to annoy

• But what happens when he’s drinking? Will he text you? 🤭😏

[Ghost fic - texting based]

[same username on ao3 - 11 chapters of another ghost fic]

[0mrgn0]

Okay guys, these are my Alvin and the Chipmunks cinematic universe headcanons:

-Dave and Ian are in an enemies to lovers situation

-They both realised their feelings for eachother in Chipwrecked

-Ian has feelings for Dave, but won't admit it

-Dave is terribly oblivious, not only to Ian's feelings, but his own as well

-Dave is bisexual

-Ian is gay

-Alvin and Brittany are besties and love to gossip with each other

-Simon is tired of only singing covers, and writes original songs, but he's too scared of rejection to show anyone

-Jennette doesn't really want to be in the music industry anymore, but she's too scared of letting her sisters down to quit

-Eleanor likes to finger paint :)

-Theodore isn't as stupid as he seems, he only acts that way because he doesn't want to have any responsibilities

-Brittany likes to play dress up with Dave, and she makes him put on sparkly outfits so he can ✨️slay✨️

This is it for now, I might do a part 2 later, if anyone has any personal headcanons, I'd love to read them :))

..this is so embarrassing omg

[doverstardoodles]

messy unfinished Brimon kiss

[cosmicsponge2004]

I redesigned the Chipmunks

I took inspiration from alot of different sources. The main inspiration were the 60's Designs (1961-1980) and the 90's Designs (1987-2000) along with the stylized designs by @deadlycomics (go check them out, their art is great)

Brittany's outfit is a mix of her outfits in Wolfman (2000) & the 2015 Cartoon (The leggings looked too cool for me to leave out simply because I hate that shows designs). Eleanor's Outfit is her live action movie outfit from the Squeakquel. I never actually cared much for her 80's outfit

I hope you guys enjoy this.

Height Headcanons (I wanted them to be bigger than real Chipmunks but smaller than most children):

[drarreckyninja]

Brittany: Hey guys, what do you think about making that beach trip an annual thing? Alvin, Simon, and Jeanette: No! Eleanor: Alright, that’s it, you guys.

Theodore: Yeah. What happened out there? Simon: What? We took a walk. Nothing happened. I came back with nothing all over me. Theodore & Eleanor: What does that mean? Brittany: Come on, what happened? Alvin? Alvin: Alright. Simon: No. Al, we swore we’d never tell! Alvin: But we have to say something. We have to get it out. It’s eating me alive. Alvin: Si and I had hardcore sex in the woods near the beach, but bugs kept biting us. Jeanette: And I walked by and saw it, it was horrifying. They were covered in bug bites, but it just didn't stop them. How can two people be so horny, that they don't even stop after being bitten by bugs? Simon and Alvin: Wait, you saw us?! Jeanette: Yep, and now I need therapy.

[abs0luteb4stard]

W ❌ T C H E D

[stuff-diary]

X

Movies watched in 2023

X (2022, USA)

Director & Writer: Ti West

Mini-review:

Wow. That was really good. Despite the glowing reviews, my expectations were not particularly high, for some reason. So, color me surprised. For starters, I loved the first half of the movie. In a lot of cases, that period where horror movies set up the characters and their environment ends up feeling tedious and overlong. But this time, I was thoroughly fascinated, because the writing is very strong and the cast is absolutely pitch perfect. Extra kudos go to Mia Goth, who's mesmerizing throughout (and I was blown away when I realized that).

Once the slasher part begins, the movie quickly starts to fire on all cylinders, equally bringing scares, thrills and laughs. In fact, one jumpscare in particular almost gave me a heart attack, which is not easy. And speaking of laughs, I loved the film's self-referential, meta humor, which is spot on for a movie with so many homages and callbacks. To sum up, X is a slasher that knows how to pay tribute to the classics without forgetting to bring new things to the table. The writing, the acting and the editing more than make it worth a watch.

[corroded-hellfire]

Gimme A Break - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish Story

Collaboration with my beloved @munson-blurbs

Summary: A trip to the grocery store has you running into some familiar faces--and one not so friendly.

Note: Let Brittany bashing commence!

Warnings: talk of body image

Words: 2k

[As You Wish masterlist]

In your opinion, there’s no such concept as a bad time for soup. The dead of winter, the stifling heat of summer—it’s all good. 

The fall weather that’s rolled into Hawkins has inspired you to try your hand at making some from scratch, bringing you to Bradley’s Big Buy on a Sunday afternoon. You’re inspecting a bag of carrots for freshness and tossing them in the cart haphazardly when you feel a sudden thump against your leg. 

“Wha—” you start, ready to confront whoever was careless enough to ram into you. Your scowl immediately softens when you see the two smiling faces looking up at you. “Oh, hi boys!”

Luke, unsurprisingly, is the one who ran into you at full speed. Ryan is a few paces behind his bull-in-a-china-shop brother, but his expression is equally happy. 

You crouch down to give each of them a hug. The way they both wrap their arms around you radiates love’s warmth, and it melts your heart. 

“Are you buying anything good?” you ask, knowing they’ll be wholly unimpressed with your basket full of vegetables. 

Luke nods vigorously. “CHICKEN NUGGETS!” He bellows, drawing irate glares from nearby shoppers. “Daddy has a cool-pon.”

“It’s coupon,” Ryan says with a gentle roll of his eyes. 

You’re still stuck on the mention of their dad. Eddie’s here? And you don’t have on a lick of makeup—of course. 

“Where is Daddy?” you ask, looking up and down the aisle in the unlikely event that you missed him. 

“He’s uh…” Luke trails off, scrunching his nose as he searches for his dad. Carly Simon’s “You’re So Vain” crinkles over the PA system after being interrupted by a call for assistance in the frozen food department as Brittany appears at the end of the aisle.

An irritated voice calls out from the end of the aisle. “What’s taking you two so—oh. You’re here.” Brittany crosses her arms over her chest, huffing out an impatient sigh when she spots you. 

Luke pipes up, still attached to your leg. “We can’t find the asper-, uh, aparag, the um…”

“Asparagus,” Brittany corrects him as if the five-year-old should be able to pronounce words perfectly by this age.

“Oh,” you say, turning to exactly where you know the asparagus is. “Here you go.”

Ryan gladly takes it from you with a grin. Huh, maybe there is a Munson who shares your affinity for veggies. It certainly isn’t Luke—or Eddie, for that matter. 

“You’re the best!” he says cheerfully, placing it in the cart that Brittany’s been pushing.

“Boys.” It almost sounds like she’s admonishing them for being kind to you. She looks at you with unkind eyes. “Maybe you should work here instead of for us,” she says, trying to play it off as a joke, but you can tell there’s some underlying threat. 

Luke is not amused by this, his little fingers digging into your leg as he clutches onto your jeans even tighter. “No! She has to be our babysitter forever and ever!” He pouts, eyes welling up with tears at the mere mention of you leaving. 

“Maybe not forever,” Ryan points out, always the practical one, “because one day we’ll be grown-ups with our own kids—”

“And then she can babysit them!” Luke declares, proud of his idea, loosening his grip on you. 

Brittany shakes her head, immediately eschewing the notion. “C’mon, let’s get going,” she says tersely. “Dad’s gonna be wondering where we are.” The cruel curl of her lip serves as a painful reminder of what’s hers; more specifically, what isn’t yours. 

As if on cue, Eddie meanders out from a nearby aisle, a canister of quick oats tucked under his arm. He’s wearing gray sweatpants that lay low on his hips and leave little to the imagination. Somehow on this brisk autumn day you have sweat beading along the back of your neck as you take him in.

“You’re So Vain” fades out on the speakers above, only to start playing the infectious opening notes of “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel.

“Britt, I couldn’t find the old-fashioned kind, but will this—oh, hey,” Eddie says, stopping in his tracks to acknowledge you. “You here to make sure these gremlins don’t lock themselves in the ice cream freezer?”

Luke grins, lets go of your leg, and takes your hand proudly in his as if it was somehow all his doing that you’re here in the grocery store the same time as they are. 

“Hi,” you greet before realizing you have a dopey smile on your face. “Uh, yeah. And it seems like I got here just in time. This one here almost had the lid off a rocky road before I caught him.” You shake Luke’s small hand in your own for emphasis and the boy wrinkles his nose up at you, the spitting image of his father.

Eddie chuckles and goes to respond, but his wife cuts him off.

“I guess those oats will work,” she says as she takes the canister from him—or snatches it, more like. “Come on, we didn’t even get to the dairy section yet.”

“Or,” Luke ventures, his hand gripping yours tighter in the chill air of the produce section, “we could get a cow in the backyard and get our milk that way.”

Eddie chuckles. “Hard pass, little man. We had to bring in reinforcement just to handle you and your brother.” He looks over and winks at you. 

It takes all of your strength and will power not to immediately vomit right then and there at the wink. Such a simple gesture from this man has you ready to lose all control of your body. 

Brittany huffs, clearly annoyed at the interaction. How dare anyone be having a conversation in her presence that doesn’t revolve around her? 

“Well, we need to keep shopping.” Brittany turns on her heel, spotting a red bag of fun-size KitKats in her husband’s other hand. “And put that back. The last thing you need is more junk food.” Her eyes flit down to his stomach, which has softened with time and a steady diet of pretzels and Mountain Dew.

The tips of Eddie’s ears turn pink, and he tries to hide them behind his curls. He clears his throat, the whole time avoiding your eyes, and tosses the KitKat bag onto an empty spot of a nearby shelf. He’s clearly embarrassed, but you’re seeing red. Fury scorches you from the inside out and it’s so potent that it might just dry up some of the vegetables around you. There have been many times in the past where you’ve wanted to tell Brittany off, but this one takes the cake. The callous yet truthful words rest on the tip of your tongue, but you know it would only make the mess bigger for everyone involved. You don’t want to add any extra stress for Eddie. Brittany is the one who should be embarrassed for treating her husband that way, not Eddie. That man is drop dead gorgeous and he still would be if he inhaled a bag of those KitKats every single day. 

Leave it to Luke to break the tension that he wasn’t even aware of was surrounding them all on this produce aisle. The young boy spies a can of spinach on the shelf and snatches it up, staring at it with wide eyes.

“Will this make me strong like Popeye?!”

“Sure, sweetie,” Brittany says, not paying any attention to her youngest son whatsoever. 

Brittany turns and heads towards the end of the aisle, no goodbye to you, no saying where she’s going, just leaving and assuming the guys will follow behind her. 

“We’ll see you tomorrow after school, right?” Ryan asks, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet.

“I’ll be there,” you assure him, booping the tip of his nose. He gives you a quick, strong hug around your middle.

Luke, still holding on to the can of spinach, blows you an overdramatic kiss which you pretend to almost drop into a bed of lettuce. The little boy giggles and it’s one of the best sounds you’ve ever heard. 

Eddie takes a step closer to you, still feeling the sting of embarrassment, and speaks in a soft voice. “We, uh, should get going.” Eddie clears his throat. It kills you to see how Brittany zaps the life out of him. “I’ll—we’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“I’ll be there,” you promise once again. 

Eddie offers you a small smile before turning to his sons. 

“All right, come on. Let’s catch on up to Mom.”

The boys don’t look too enthused about that, and it warms your heart that they’d rather stay here and hangout with you. 

“Bye guys,” you say, waving to all three of them as they head down the aisle.

Once they’re gone you heave a heavy sigh. Being in Brittany’s presence for two minutes was exhausting enough, you have no idea how those three manage to live with her.

You try to refocus on your shopping, however impossible that might seem now. When you’re checking over the items you already have and look back up at the shelves, you spot the red KitKat bag that Eddie had wanted to buy. There’s no hesitation at all to pick it up and add it to your pile of groceries.

The Munson car isn’t hard to spot as you step out into the parking lot of the store. You see it almost every day and the gorgeous, familiar looking man loading groceries into the trunk is also a huge indicator. 

Not surprisingly, Brittany is in the car while Eddie does all the work. The boys are in the backseat and from what you can make out of their silhouettes, they’re arguing with one another. They’re kids, they’d probably be more of a hindrance than help to Eddie. But Brittany could at least be doing something. 

Steeling your nerves, you take a deep breath and head over to him. 

“Eddie?”

His head whips around. “Hey,” he says with a small smile. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod, summoning all of your courage and handing him the candy. “You left these on the shelf.” You try to play it off casually, but the slight tremble in your voice gives your nervousness away. 

He starts to take them but pulls back. “I probably shouldn’t,” he mumbles, shoving his hand into his pocket. “Britt’s been on me to lose the ‘dad weight’ for a while.”

You shake your head, mostly to keep from opening your mouth and saying something about his wife that you’ll regret.

“I think you look good,” you say. “Um, like, you don’t need to lose any weight.” You’re perfect the way you are, you ache to tell him, but you shouldn’t. You can’t. 

Eddie senses that you have words unspoken, but he doesn’t press further. “Well, um, thanks.” He takes the bag and opens it, grabbing two before giving it back to you. “Can’t get caught,” he explains with a laugh. 

You grin at him, an idea already taking form. “I’ll bring one each day I babysit. Sneak it in like contraband.”

“As long as the boys don’t find it first,” Eddie chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. “The last thing they need is more sugar.”

You agree with a laugh. “Deal.”

Eddie tucks the KitKats into his jacket pocket. 

“Thank you, by the way,” he says softly. 

“No problem. Just some candy,” you shrug. 

He shakes his head. “No, it…” he trails off. “Just…thank you.”

You smile as he ducks into the driver’s seat, and you walk back to your own car. As you pack up the back with your groceries, you mentally calculate how long this bag of KitKats will last if you bring Eddie one every day that you work. You purse your lips as you slam the trunk closed.

“That’s not nearly long enough for my liking,” you mumble to yourself as you slip into the driver’s seat.

Once you put the key in the ignition, the car rumbles to life and the purr of the engine sounds like it’s coming from your brain as it churns out an idea. 

You smile to yourself and shift your car into gear.

“Guess I’ll just have to buy some more bags of candy.”

[under-the-dirt]

phone call. (part two)

AHHHHHHHHHHHH i was so obsessed with the first part and so why not make a second!! (based on this, credit to rowarn and the anon who had the idea!!)

pairings: bf!simon riley x fem!reader

taglist: @cloudyeventss

tags: INTENSE VOYUERISM!! fingering, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, a little dacryphillia if u squint, aftercare, p in v, lmk if i missed anything, and most importantly, UNDER 13 DNI!!

A couple days later, you and Johnny had made it to 30 hours on your next FaceTime. So far, one of your records, getting close to your longest of 40 hours. You lay on the couch, practically falling asleep as you had a mumbled and tired conversation with Johnny about something or other.

“Pineapple does not belong on pizza. Period. End of story. Concluded.” You state factually, and he chuckles.

“Alright.. what about.. boiled carrots?”

“Boiled carrots? Are you out of your mind? No, they’re disgusting mush. If i wanted to look like i was eating shit i’d scarf down some pudding,” You yawn.

“Tired, lass?” He asks, turned away to do whatever, probably making some food.

“Hm.. Yeah,”

Johnny chuckles, returning to whatever he was doing, humming some song.. Toxic, by Brittany Spears. He was such a dork.

“With the taste of your lips i’m on a rideeeee,” You giggle, eyes closed and voice tired.

“You’re toxic I’m slippin’ under! With the taste of a poison paradiseeeeee, i’m addicted to you don’t you know that you’re toxic?” He belts, dancing, causing you to curl up, tearing up with laughter. He was the second biggest, scariest guy you knew, singing Brittany Spears in his kitchen.

“I’m gonna buy you a cute little sundress with a cute frilly apron, turn you into a little housewife.” You mumble, falling asleep a few seconds after speaking.

-a little bit later-

Simon walks into the room, seeing you passed out on the couch with the credits to a movie rolling on the tv, remote long forgotten. Johnny sits on the phone, eating some food. You look so sweet, asleep and vulnerable all curled up. He grabs your phone and slips it into his pocket before picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your shared room, placing you down gently among your many stuffed animals and comfy blankets. He plugged your phone in, mumbling a greeting to Johnny, whose face was currently stuffed with food.

You whined softly, making grabby hands at the lack of warmth. Simon quickly crawls into the bed, tossing your blankets over the both of you and wrapping his arms around you. You were so sweet.

-

Upon waking up, you find yourself on top of Simon, his arms around your waist, one hand resting firmly on your plump ass.

“Ah, good morning love.” He coos, and you reply with a gentle kiss to his soft, scarred lips.

“Morning, sisi..” You say softly, tiredly, nuzzling back into his chest.

“Forgettin’ ‘bout me, lass?” Johnny says from the phone and you giggle.

“I’m spending time with my boyfriend,” You reply, nuzzling back into Simon’s chest as he gently squeezes your ass. Simon chuckles and hums, rubbing your ass in gentle circles.

You look up and begin kissing him gently, sweetly, and he returns to kiss passionately, tongue slowly slipping into your mouth as you moan gently. He pulls you closer and kisses you deeper, indulging in a gentle make out session. He chuckles and bites your bottom lip, tugging gently and looking down at your sweet doe eyes.

“Say.. Johnny, how would you feel about comin’ over for dinner tonight?” Simon asks suddenly, looking into the camera.

“I coul’ neva’ tern down a free meal,” Johnny responds with a chuckle, and you squeal softly, happy to have him back to your house

-

“Hi Johnny!!” You squeal, running and hugging him tightly, arms around his large neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you back for a moment before letting go and putting you down.

“So, what’s fer dinna’?”

“I made pasta! The sauce is marinara, and I also made some garlic bread and salad as a side!”

“Sounds lovely, lass,” He coos with a chuckle, following you and Simon into the dining room where you have the food laid out, fresh pasta and bread steaming.

You all sat down at the table, serving yourselves and preparing to eat. You were sat next to Simon, Johnny across from you both.

You all were enjoying your food, but Simon was enjoying something else far more. As you ate, he’d been toying with your clit beneath the table, gently shoving two fingers in and out of your sopping pussy. You’re glad that the sounds of all of you eating, getting more servings, etc. covered the wet squelching of your tight cunt.

“Oh- Dropped my fork,” Simon chuckles, dropping beneath the table, fork obviously still on the table. He quickly kneels before you and sloppily, quickly eats you out, hearing you hide your moans in your food as you cum on his tongue. He wipes his face off and climbs back up, looking at Johnny who seems to have a grasp on what’s going on now.

“Such a sweet girl, ain’t she? Makin all this good food for us?” Simon purrs, rubbing your thigh with still wet fingers.

“Very good.”

“Johnny, why don’t you be a darling and put the dishes in the dishwasher?” You ask sweetly.

“Course, lass.”

“Thank you!”

And when he walked back in.. Steaming Jesus was he met with a sight. You were bent over the table, full doggy, gripping the tablecloth as Simon pounded into you. You were moaning, trying to muffle the noises, breath catching in your throat at each harsh thrust. Johnny sat back down where he was before, having a perfect angle to watch you get rammed into.

“Such a pretty lass,” Johnny chuckles, palming himself before pushing his hand beneath his waistband and gently stroking his length.

He listens to your sweet moans and whimpers, and Simon’s rough groans and grunts as he ruins your sweet cunt. He listens to the animalistic groan that leaves Simon as he empties himself inside of your fluttering hole, before looking up at Johnny through half-lidded eyes.

“You wantin’ desert, Johnny?”

“An’ what woul’ desert be?”

“You get to eat out her little cunt, all filled with my cum.”

“It’d be my pleasure,” Johnny chuckles, pulling his hand out of his pants, his boxers stick with his release. He walks over to you, kneeling behind you and spreading your legs, running a finger through your flooding folds. He groans at the sight of your tight little hole, clenching around nothing. He places a gentle kiss to your swollen clit, making you squirm and whine.

“Hey, jus’ cleanin ye up, lass,” He coos, slowly plunging his tongue deep into your cunt, causing you to moan and sob, squirming agains the table as he slurps at your puffy, cum-filled cunt. He groans against your core, the vibrations making you moan louder. He feels you cum onto his tongue as he licks the rest of Simon’s cum and yours out of your cunt. His face is soaked, but he’s happier than he’s ever been. He gets up, wiping the extra cum and slick off his face before patting Simon on the back as he leaves. “Ya taste good, big guy.”

-

Your back was pressed to Simon’s chest in the bath as he gently massaged your abused body. Breasts hurting from being pressed against the table, cunt hurting from the overstimulation, back hurting from being arched for so long, legs hurting because Simon’s cock always ruins your ability to walk.

“I know, I know,” He coos, massaging your soft tits gently as you whimpered, face pressed into his neck.

“Did ya enjoy that?” He asks softly, and you answer with a tired nod, to which he takes as bath time is over and it’s bed time. He picks you up, drys you off and carries you to bed, your naked body curling up to him instinctively, desperate for his warmth.

“Such a good girl..” He whispers, kissing your head as he too, succumbs to sleep.

OK THIS WAS FUCKING FILTHY. but i had sm fun finally writing this!! in the middle, i got a call from a random girl saying she got my number from her brother who met me at a party which is weird bc i don’t go to parties often at least i haven’t gone to one recently so that was weird but it was funny af anyways i got my haircut and once it’s dry and looks good i’ll post photos. <3