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munson-blurbs · 3 months ago

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PLEASE MAKE MY MEET CUTE DREAMS COME TRUE BUG!!

What IS my personality? Hm... Generally I'm pretty upbeat, fun-loving, and compassionate, but around Eddie?! 🙈 I'd be a lil shy I'm not gonna lie haha

Hobbies include bird watching, thrifting trinkets, and graphic design (oh and writing FILTHY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT STORIES, can't forget that). No need to incorporate all of this, just giving you ✨variety✨

My pronouns are she/her.

And I'll just leave you with some emojis I like 😌

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As meta as it would be to have Eddie reading the smut you wrote about him, bird watching was what caught my eye. Hope you like this!

CW: mention of drug use/dealing WC: 628 Divider credit to @hellfire--cult

It had stormed in Hawkins for a week straight. Seven days of dodging raindrops and spending your free time cooped up in the house. You were on the verge of going stir-crazy until the sun finally peeked out from behind the clouds this morning.

Plucking your binoculars from their spot on your shelf, you head out into the woods. Before the storms, a pileated woodpecker had made a nest in one of the trees, and you were anxious to see if it had survived the lousy weather.

Mud squelched beneath your boots as you trudged towards your favorite picnic bench. There wasn’t anything special about it per se, but it stood out from the others because of the JH+JB carved into the table. Whoever JH and JB were, you hoped their love was still strong.

You adjusted the focus on your binoculars, aiming your gaze at the tree where you’d seen the nest just over a week ago. A soft sigh of relief slipped through your lips when you saw that it was still intact; in fact, there were now three little eggs inside of it.

Hours felt like mere minutes as you soaked up each moment outdoors, following the calls of the sparrows that populated the tiny forest. Hawkins wasn’t a bustling city, but it was still nice to have a reprieve from the normal sounds of the suburbs. Out here, there were no car horns honking, no tired parents scolding their mischievous children, no—

“You here to buy or sell?”

The sudden noise startled you; if you didn’t have the strap looped around your wrist, you almost certainly would have dropped your binoculars. That would have been embarrassing. Just like the yelp you let out when the man spoke.

“Whoa, didn’t mean to scare you.” He gave a sheepish grin and held up his hands in surrender. “Just figured if you wanted to buy, I could offer you a sweet deal. But if you’re selling…well, you’re kinda in my spot, so…”

You collected your thoughts, trying to keep from getting lost in his deep brown eyes. “No. I mean, neither. N-Not buying or selling. Just, uh, birdwatching.”

He cocked a brow. “Birdwatching?”

“Y-Yeah.” You scrambled for more words, unused to being tongue-tied. “Y’know, just…watching birds.”

“I gathered that much.” He sat next to you, placing a tin lunchbox on the table. “So what kind of birds are we watching?”

You explained the whole nest-surviving-the-storm saga, expecting him to roll his eyes or get bored. But he didn’t. Instead, he looked at you with those beautiful doe eyes and gestured to your binoculars.

“Mind if I take a look?”

You nodded and handed them over, hoping that the time he spent looking through them would afford you the chance to conjure up some actual conversation topics.

He peered through the binoculars. “I see the nest! Holy shit, there’s about to be some bird babies.” He looked at another tree. “Here we’ve got some sort of brown bird just kinda…doing its thing.” Keeping the binoculars pressed to his eyes, he looked directly at you. “And here we have a really pretty girl who’s gonna let me treat her to ice cream.”

“Sure. Yeah, um, that would be great.” You felt your body tingle with bashfulness. An insanely cute guy was asking you out. “I love ice cream.”

The guy looked surprised, like he couldn’t believe that line worked. “Me, too.” He stood and held out his hand to help you up.

You accepted it gratefully, but before you stood, you looked at him. “I just realized that I don’t even know your name,” you mused.

He laughed. “That would be good information, huh?” He shook his head at his own blunder.

“I’m Eddie Munson. And you are?”

#meet? cute.#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfic #fanfic

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vampiretendencies · 2 years ago

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a visceral feeling, that i can never leave behind

summary; jj crossed his heart, hoped to die that he wouldn’t get in another dust up; now he’s suffering.

authors notes; getting back into the groove of writing full length fics, still doing blurbs. but if you have a request either way, requests are open.

pairing; jj maybank x pogue!fem!reader (reader is almost always a pogue, unless i specify other wise)

warnings; angst to fluff, maybe suggestive if you take it that way

It was unusual to not hear from JJ.

Whether it be sullen facetime calls, hundreds of affectionate text messages, or not being able to pry your hands off of one another in person.

It was just unusual.

Which is why you are silently cursing yourself, sat parked outside the Chateau. The Twinkie was gone, but that in more ways than one didn’t mean JJ wasn’t in his bedroom.

Maybe John B took it out on an errand.

Maybe John B, Pope, and Kie went out on the marsh.

The possibilities were endless— but JJ never was the type to miss out on a Pogue expedition. Nor was he the type to not tell you about it; hell he’d update you if he was doing a task, as simple as smoking a blunt.

Glancing down at the blue and grey text chain, a photo of JJ kissing the bone of your jaw ever so slightly adorned the top, a helpless dimple poking through— but, you couldn’t understand why most of it was blue. Why were they so many texts from only you?

J <3

JB did a lil fire tonight

Got mosquito bites in places I shouldn't have mosquito bites

Need you to help me scratch them :(

I'm being serious

Goodnight baby, wish I was sleeping with you

Those were the last few texts you'd received from JJ, after you'd worked a late shift at the wreck and he'd known you fell asleep. JJ also knew today was your late shift, typically he'd be at the front door of your home; parents ready to boot him out from how much he continuously rambled on about you. You even tried calling Kie, Pope, and John B numerous times with no response.

Yeah, something was definitely fucking wrong.

With a slam of your car door the leaves from the tree above crunch beneath your feet, adjusting your cropped tee so it didn't fall too low. Rays of the sun beaming thoroughly on the skin of your legs and the exposure of your back, making your way towards the screen door of the Chateau. Screen pulled back and worn out, the wood chipped and chewed but this wouldn't be the Chateau if it wasn't. Past the porch you step foot inside, pushing aside beer cans with your shoe clad foot; empty cereal boxes, stale three-day old pizza, open sodas. Anything that you could imagine that was on the hard wood floor, it was.

But what you couldn't find was answers.

"JJ!"

You called, knowing full well there wouldn't be a response as he isn't visibly here. But it's JJ, he could be fucking around.

"Baby!"

You tried the pet name in hopes that it would work, but as you enter his room and see an unmade bed with miscellaneous clothes thrown on it your thoughts grew thin. You huffed limp body falling back onto the solid twin matress.

Instantly flying upward upon hearing familiar voices and footsteps, one familiar voice in particular.

Questions seeming to be answered all at once.

Seeming.

"Did you see that headlock John B had him in?"

"Easy access! Took one hit and I swear I heard his jaw crack!"

It was, in fact JJ.

Doing that thing that he does after the Pogues think they've accomplished something big, yet they always fail to see the bigger picture.

Heat of the moment or adrenaline, you assumed.

"His face was so fucked up!"

"He's had it coming for a long time."

You confirmed it was John B's voice with Kies toward the end. Now the issue was, who the hell did they have to get into a fight with this time?

Though you may not know, you'd make certain to find out.

Creeping around the corner, you make your presence known at the entrance of the living room where they all stood. Appearing as if they's seen a ghost.

Not only did they not have the decency to include you or fill you in, but JJ's fist is coated in blood. Disheveled and mulled, like they'd been ran over by the same bus various times. Kie's curls fanned outwardly, John B with a busted lip, Pope with a black eye, and JJ with a welp against his cheek bone; a gushing cut seeping through.

Your voice grows horse, mouth running dry; fathomed by your supposed friends in front of you.

What were you? A sick joke?

"Look ... we can explain, JJ told us not to tell you and we-"

Kie offered, guilt eating away at her portraying a bad habit.

"Just don't."

"Shouldn't someone like ... be mediator this time, she might actually kill him."

Pope chimes in and it makes your stomach churn because he was partially true.

You brush past them, aiming for your car and of course JJ's steps behind you. Echoing your every move, fingertips knotting around your wrist in an effort for you to turn around and face him. Unexpectedly, your back met with the warm glass window of your car. His fists at the hood, arms hovering near the sides of your head. Tresses combed backward from his digits, out of fear that this situation right here would happen.

There were certain confrontations JJ appreciated and certain one's he didn't.

He had no problem with pummeling someone unrecognizable for the sake of his friends, which spells out the entirety of this.

The confrontations he hated though was this one, the one where he can't even look you in the eye. He invariably lost his tongue in a fight with you, his past making him think that every fight could result in you abandoning him and never coming back. For the long run.

"You should go get that looked at," you spat, biting back so harshly. Peering at a slash that would take weeks to scab over.

"Just stay okay? This doesn't have to be a fight."

His speech is low and he's looking everywhere but at you until you shoved him- hands connecting with his chest in an effort to get his attention and for him to stop caging you in.

Exasperated that he couldn't just tell you, that he couldn't just talk to you about it.

Animosity that he would dare get his precious face damaged in such as way.

Irate and bitter that his somehow get himself in this overwhelming imperilment.

A menace before you.

"It does JJ! We're lying to each other now? This is what we do?!"

It was a show, a show that people would stream on television for their on laughter and enjoyment.

But this was the sheerness of a susceptible couple, glass nearly empty.

Time bellowing out.

"I had to baby!"

Not to be dramatic but JJ's heart had been stitched together once, when you entered his life.

And that's why he tried his utmost to prevent any interference in this relationship.

Because now he swears, he can physically feel a stitch rip open with every remark you make.

"We tell each other everything JJ!"

"And I didn't tell you 'cause, I knew this is how you'd react!"

He stands still with a clenched jaw; tight enough for teeth to grind, hand gesturing at your current 'pissed off' stance—notrils flaring and mouth agape.

And he thinks this actual smoke fuming out of your ears.

Silence fell over the two of you, stood so desperately apart in the misty front yard of the Chateau.

"It was Rafe," He rasped through monotone. "We had to take this round while we could-"

"So fucking stupid, you know he's coming back for ya'll!" You still speak sharply, infuriated past envy. "M'the one treated like shit, just for you to get one up on Rafe Cameron ... of all people JJ!"

"I know, baby! I know-"

He reached for your arms, in ordinace to hold them close, but he failed whilst you inched to the car door.

What's upsetting is, after the fight and pirior to it- JJ craved to breathe in your oxygen and get lost inside your lungs.

"I dont care if it's a decision I won't like, it's still something I deserve to know," and now your voice is just growing weary. "You do such dumb shit and m'expected not to say anything."

All JJ could do was ache.

Ache with regret.

And ache with longing at the feeling of you not wanting to be near him.

He hadn't even gotten a kiss today, for Christ's sake.

"You said you wanted all of me JJ, I gave you that. Why aren't you doing the same..."

Your figure folds, stepping low into the car, JJ running forward bloody fist pounding on the glass window. Praying to God, that you'd give in just this once and hear him out.

"I am! I fuck up one time and you're there to make sure I don't hear the end of it!'

He's finding his voice, a minute two late as his takes note of gear switching and the vehicle moving backward to leave.

"Get out! Don't go ... please don't baby!"

“Baby!”

He trails behind the moving car, as if running would make a difference.

But you wouldn't be there this time.

The last altercation he got into, you were on the other end to clean his bruises and linger kisses onto his cuts; yet, there was also an agreeance that he wouldn't be caught up in another scrutinizing fight.

You validated yourself in thinking you had the right to your reaction.

And JJ validated himself in thinking he was right in not telling you, your words engraving in his brain like clockwork; agatizing that he saw reason.

Nearly a chore for him to listen— heardheaded beyond belief.

Ravaging in the come down.

Always finding the beat, now they can't find the rush.

All filaments of emotion turned to dust.

“You can stop shitting your pants now, she’s already seen us.”

John B’s banter is not one that makes JJ’s tongue stop clicking, nor does it make his leg stop bouncing up and down out of horrid anxiousness.

He’s forced John b to take him to your home, only to be dismissed in your family saying you weren’t around.

You were, you just couldn’t stand to see JJ.

Fed up with his antics and his constant need to put himself in a position of hazardous instability.

Allowing him to resort to plan ‘work invasion’— the one place he knew you couldn’t escape him.

Despite how he typically acts, JJ has precise memory when it comes to you. He still has the little crumpled piece of paper you gave him in first grade— folded neatly inside his wallet, being besotted with you for that long.

‘I like your hiar — signed Y/N’

He picked fun at the way you spelled hair, though he took pride in his hair since then. And no matter how much he misplaced things, he endlessly found his was back to that note.

Resembling you, evermore.

With that being said, remembering your work schedule was something of ease to him.

You did glance at them stepping foot into the eating establishment, sat at a table on the far side— also know as your serving section.

Ultimately, you didn’t want to argue any longer with JJ; you didn’t want to argue to begin with. You bargained with him to learn— to learn that he can’t always have his way.

Especially when he’s teasing you so, showing up during your shift, and wearing that stupid fucking navy blue button up shirt besides the fact that it was, unbuttoned. Chest on display, muscular and built.

You felt the dagger of his eyes on your back whilst you served the table that was ahead of them, still feet away. Unable to concentrate on the order, eaves dropping on their conversation.

“Ma’am, are you listening?”

“Sorry … sorry what was that?”

Your saccharine voice apologizing to the woman and her small child, JJ chews the inside of his mouth. He despised going longer than a millisecond without hearing that sweet, sweet sound, laced with the inticement of veneration.

Accidentally fumbling the pen and note pad in your hand, rubbing your sweating palms onto your greasy black half-apron.

“Just two milkshakes.”

The woman was quick to repeat, voice more stern at you for not getting it right the first time.

But JJ was going to win you over, wether that be clogging every toilet in the stalls to announce to everyone that there was a plumping problem— isolating only you and him.

Though, he had something else in mind. Maybe not we’ll thought out to most, but it was the quickest and most efficient way he new of to win you back over on his side.

You slide your feet against the tiled floor, anticipating serving the group of Pogues. Instead you plaster on as fake as smile, and interrupt their witty banter by clearing your throat.

“What can I get ya’ll today? Our special today is a main dish of lying with backstabbing on the side.”

You were being bitter and you knew it, purposefully standing on the side of the table that JJ wasn’t on. But still the dining chair screeched on the floor, in an effort to move closer.

��Look we actually love you a lot more than JJ, if we’re being honest,” Pope conquered, and Kie and John B shook their heads in eagerness, willing to mask the tension in the air. “He convinced us to leave you out of it and we didn’t want to get in the middle of anything.”

“You don’t have to justify anything JJ did Pope, he chose to break our promise and that’s on him.”

You sneered, eyes rolling harshly at the blonde that’s twirling his thumbs— peering up at you with a deathly smirk on his features.

“That was a one time thing, Rafe deserved it baby, you know he did.”

“Baby, you know he did.”

John B mocked JJ, warning a kick from JJ’s combat boot beneath the table with a scoff.

“Did you guys hear something … like this irritating buzzing sound of some bastard talking?”

That earned a hissing sound from John B, the actual remnants of what JJ felt from that comment.

“Are y’all ordering or what? I have other tables to serve.”

You conquer, JJ’s at the edge of seat, tapping his foot. His sense being filled with that of burgers, shrimp and grits, anything he could utter but he didn’t have an appetite.

No, not when the only thing he had a hankering for was currently in front of him.

Back straightened and stood tall, typically a stance he’d drool over but he can’t get past the weeping sensation— dire need to never be at odds.

To simply just be.

For you to be his, and him be yours.

All over again.

“I was hoping you were on the menu.”

Courage emphasizing his words, eyeing you up and down— nearly eyefucking. Seeing now as his opportunity to go in for the kill.

“Okay, you know what-“

You’re spinning on your heels, in a notion to walk away— refusing service.

Until.

“JJ! Get down, my parents are never gonna’ let us back in here!”

But, he didn’t give a fuck.

A sickly pit in your stomach causes you to turn around, to be met with a JJ stood bright eyed— a disfigured expression and sunken shoulders hanging low.

Standing atop the table, head closer to the ceiling than it ever was before. Loud and proud, whilst his hands clapped, cupping together for a infamous effect.

Your face burns with prim red scrutiny, horror covering your face— just powerful moments ago.

Insides scrambling to nothing, a stupid toothy grin plastered across his features.

Wreckless, per usual, consequences of no variation to him.

He’s irrevocably standing on top of a restaurant table with only lovingly sullen eyes.

“This woman right here,” He gestures his arms toward you, all bodies turning toward you— wanting to cower in shame but oddly enough you were enticed and lead by infatuation.

Pope and John B, just let JJ do his thing— either way he was going to do what he pleased.

Crowds of familiar faces, family, a friends— some with mouths wide open in awe, some making snarky remarks, and some wishing like hell that it was them.

“She’s gonna’ have my babies,” He started a small chuckle escaping his lungs. Announcing to the entirety of the restaurant, giving them entertainment; despite the promise he broke to not get himself hurt again.

This though. This was promising, and convincing and everything in between.

Salvaged with being allergic to the waiting.

Waiting for you to come around.

You’re in the room, you earn his gaze.

You open your mouth, he’s hypnotized.

Starstruck.

“And m’gonna have those lips on mine for however long she lets me … forever I hope.”

He beamed, Kie’s father’s disgruntled face entering the room, waving at JJ to get down.

A sinister grin still on his features.

“And ya’ll will pass by us in disgust, that you can’t be us. That you can’t have our love.”

You’d hoped someone was behind you because you were about to collapse.

“This enough of an apology for you, pretty girl?”

He echoes, bits of his accent flowing through the sentence.

You managed to fight the smile on your features.

Let’s just say JJ proclaiming his love infront of nearly thirty people didn’t come close to his usual public displays of affection.

“Get your ass down!” Kie’s father, Mike, stammered, and JJ willingly jumped down from the table, being that he wasn’t finished.

And he knows by the smile lines next to your mouth— that this argument is officially past tense.

And he knows that tonight he’s going to relish in all the delicacies that you have to offer him.

“I mean it was alright,” you joke, picking fun to pass your inkling of embarrassment.

Knowing that it topped any apology you’ve received.

JJ glides over to you, hands wholeheartedly cupping your face, thumbs nestling you chin. Like the two of you were on a stage and this was a live performance.

You hold his heart in your hands internally, JJ is merely thankful to be alive during this lifetime with you.

Appreciating your existence and the relationship the two of you founded, together.

He places a wet, sloppy kiss to your lips, pecking them repeatedly. Delving them together, molding with perfection and engulfing yours with his.

Exhilarated to have the opportunity to graze mouths with yours.

“Don’t ever make me chase you again.”

But, he knows he’d do it all over.

Standing hand in hand, with lovelorn souls.

Knowing that he’d redo it without hesitation.

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lucdacuslady · 2 months ago

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“Crash into Me”

julien x lucy x controversially young! gf reader! fluff, kisses, mentions of sexual activity if you squint, long breaks, reunions, I WISH THIS WAS ME!!

feeding everyone their jucy x reader content (aka I NEED THIS)

xx char 💋

You, Julien and Lucy have been dating since early last spring, and it was the definition of a dream come true. there was so much love, so much understanding, to put it simply, you’d never experienced a dynamic of this nature before. Lucy and Julien had been gone for the past month, embarking on Julien’s tour. and it’s safe to say you missed them a lot. as much as you wished and hoped you were able to attend this tour you couldn’t. there was so much school, so many responsibilities that you simply couldn’t give up and it was devastating. what was even more devastating is that Julien and Lucy totally 100% understood and even encouraged you to stay. so you did, texting in the group chat throughout the day and a big FaceTime call in the evening either before the show or after, and it has worked the best it could. but you were simply counting down the days until they returned.

it was a thursday afternoon, easily your busiest day of class. you wake up early and don’t get out until almost dinner time. so it’s rare you come home on thursdays before nearly 5pm.

2:58: Lucy and Julien walk into the shared home, just arriving from the airport. they’ve been planning this surprise for weeks. they put their bags and equipment in the bedroom and their office before flopping down on the couch.

“so when is the little bugger home from class?” julien says sprawling out, somehow almost taking up the entire couch with her 5’0 frame.

“with putting in the time change she should be calling any moment saying she’s done for the day” lucy says kicking julien’s feet off the couch so she can also sit.

every day once classes and responsibilities are finished. you usually give lucy a call saying you’re on the way home and ready to plan out the nightly facetime call, just in case julien is busy and also the fact she is never on her phone as she says that she “hates the phone”.

like clockwork lucy’s phone goes off incoming call from “angel girl”

“there she is” lucy says as she picks up her phone. “hi princess, good afternoon” she says once she answers the phone, putting it on speaker.

“hi baby! i’m all done for the day, walking to my car, where y’all in the schedule for today, y’all free for a bit, or done for the day?” you say

“hi darlin’” julien says adding in “we are done for the day princess, give us a call at any time” lucy says giggling at julien’s eager response raising her eyebrows at the brunette not to ruin the surprise.

“okay yeah! i’ll be home in 20-25 minutes i have to ask one of my professors a question really quick and then i’ll be home, want me to just call when i’m settled?” you say as lucy and julien hear the door to the building of your professors office open.

“yeah baby, that should work, keep us updated if it goes longer!” lucy says putting a finger to her mouth telling julien to shut it and not ruin the surprise (she tends to have a big mouth with these things)

“okay, talk to you in a bit, love y’all!” you say

“love you” julien quickly adds in

“bye” lucy says

and the call finishes.

20 minutes pass by and suddenly Lucy and Julien hear your SUV park in front of the house, hearing the lock beep. julien and lucy scramble to appear as normal as possible, so julien scurries to her and lucy’s shared office while lucy goes to her chair by the sliding glass doors, grabbing a random book by the large bookcase in the living room.

the door unlocks, you throw your book bag down on the floor not caring where it lands and immediately goes to the fridge looking the soda you thought you had one more of. lucy notices this, and decides to break the news that julien drank the last one.

“jb took the last one” lucy says not looking up from her book. like it’s just any normal FUCKING day. lucy had never seen you move so fast, turning and looking at her, wide eyed.

“WHAT THE FUCK” you scream “WAIT THIS ISNT A PRANK RIGHT, like this is for real life right” you say, speeding towards lucy.

“hi princess” lucy says getting up to meet you halfway ��no it’s not a joke, jules did drink your last dr. pepper, i told her not to” she adds.

you slam into her, grasping her so tight that you’re afraid if you let go in the slightest bit you may wake up. you immediately start to sob “j-julien is here?”

“JB” lucy shouts out, embracing you, “baby baby baby, what are the tears for?” she says kissing your head before taking your cheeks in her hands starting to wipe away the tears. julien peaks her head out of the office, with that bright cheeky smile.

“hi princess” she says wrapping her arms around your waist going up in her tiptoes to kiss the back of your head. this only makes you sob even more. “darlin’ what’s wrong? did we do anything?” julien says rubbing your arms, looking at luce, seeing if she can get some of the pieces, lucy responds with a shake of her head, not knowing either, but both just trying to help.

“i n-needed you” you grip on to julien, the tears continuing to fall. “i needed both of you” lucy and jb only grip onto you tighter. “i just didn’t know how much this would suck” you add, leaning you head into lucy’s chest.

“princess we are here now, tour is done, we’re home” lucy says grabbing your face once more.

the sensation of touch overwhelms you, your brain catching up to your body, you surge towards lucy crashing your lips onto hers. lucy gasps at the contact, melting into the kiss.

you deepen it, running your tongue across lucy’s bottom lip, asking for access, she allows it. her hands gripping your hair, julien kissing your neck. you can hear lucy groan into the kiss, tongues fighting for dominance, you let lucy win.

“darlin’ let her breathe” julien whispers into your ear. causing you to disconnect from lucy. you turn towards julien, only then repeating the same actions to her, lucy watching the reconnection with her two eyes. her two loves, the three of them together at last.

julien moans into the kiss, as her hands dig into your hips. causing you to gasp followed by a moan. “our sweet girl, we missed you so fucking much” julien says pulling back “we did angel, so much” lucy says coming up behind you.

your brain is so foggy, you’re gasping for air, all you can do is nod.

“can we show you baby?” lucy says leaning down whispering into your ear. “can we show you how much we needed you princess” julien adds.

all you can do is nod.

#Spotify #lucdacuslady #boygenius #julien baker #lucy dacus #julien baker x reader #i love lesbians #lucy dacus x reader #jblu #jucy #fluff #long distance relationship

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blueikeproductions · 22 days ago

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Oh I'm so glad to see someone else who thinks that Hashtag should have had cassettes! For a new transformers race, I feel like the first ones should be different from each other, a group of unique individuals. They're kids for now, but one day they'll be known as the first Terrans, they should all be memorable.

Like if we threw in medic servos being a thing, we could have the first Terran medic. Actually we don't even need that, we just need any one of the Terran kids wanting to heal instead of fight. It would still be relatable to a lot of children since not everyone wants to get in on the action.

The only thing I can think of right now are Twitch and Thrash being the first two, then JB being the first dinobot and Nightshade having an animal for an altmode. (Ignoring the fact that he scanned a statue and not an actual organic. Actually, I guess he could be the first scientist)

Hashtag having cassettes would be the thing that makes her stand out from her siblings, especially if the quintessons invade and she becomes similar to Soundwave, hacking into their databases and spying on them. (Probably not the best comparison, she'd need some sort of character arc before I can actually see that happening. Which could be what the cassettes are for: learning the responsibility that comes with adopting pets. And just imagine the cute companions she could get! Or little sibling figures, if they're like Rumble.)

EarthSpark is a frustrating experience with interesting ideas but lack of interest to make them work as you’d think they should.

A medic seems like an obvious choice to better explain Terranit biology and how it differs from Cybertronian born Transformer biology. You could transplant Medix into a Terran, with his RBA personality but his G1/RB body type.

It would also be a better use of Ratchet, as he could bond with Medix and together with their applied knowledge better understand the Terrans and Cyber Sleeves.

In fairness to Nightshade, Scanning an object related to an animal or vehicle is something older stuff did before. Galaxy Force in particular shows Transformers can Scan pictures of cars or animal statues to gain the data necessary to Transform. Beast Wars era Transformers can Scan fossils and recreate the animal to Transform into it like Megatron, Terrorsaur, and Dinobot. Jawbreaker doing that is likely a reference to this.

Still this goes back to the medic idea, where Medix realizes Terrans might have a more advanced Scanning system that allows them to better adapt than regular Transformers.

Also I feel like Blaster and/or Jazz would be a much better fit as mentor to Hashtag. Both are already enamored by Earth culture and Jazz mentored Sideswipe in RiD15, so it’s not unheard of.

I don’t trust the old writers to make Decepticons into mentors because as we’ve seen they don’t seem interested in picking Decepticons better suited for that, vs forcing the popular ones in the role. It’d be much more fitting to have a well meaning Decepticon that isn’t Starscream or Soundwave give bad advice that the Terrans have to struggle to figure out with the Maltos and Bee. Like say IDW Flatline was another medic that Medix mentored under, but his advice and skills are considered ghoulish by Ratchet, but Medix is able to hybridize Flatline and Ratchet’s skills into something that helps the Terrans and Autobots.

The pet analogy fits pretty well as the cassettes I had in mind would be based on CatDog and Reptar.

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bloodibambiidoll · 8 months ago

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This is for me and @babygorewhore’s Writing Prompt Game. Feel free to click the link and come play!! Prompt: Road head with John B. - Warnings: Blow job,( kinda?) Dom!JB 18+MDNI!!!

You knew it wasn’t the time. But something about the way John B was driving right now was making you crazy. His hair was a tangled mess, he had dirt all over his face, neck, and arms. His button up shirt was askew, only the few bottom buttons still in tact. Displaying his chest that was covered in a sheen layer of sweat and he just looked so good. His large hands were gripping the steering wheel to the point that his knuckles were white and the veins in his hands looked like they might burst. He had a busted lip from the altercation he just got into with the kooks and there was a hard look on his face as he angrily ranted to you.

You weren’t even sure what he was saying, honestly, the only thing you could focus on was how badly you wanted to pull his shorts down his hips and take his cock down your throat. It’s not your fault watching your boyfriend fight turned you on. He’s usually pretty gentle with you, except for when you really push his buttons. But even then, the punishments he deals are sometimes lighter than you’d like. You want him to fucking destroy you, completely take you, shut your brain off so all you can think about is him and his cock.

“Babe, are you even listening?” John B turns to you at a stop sign, eyebrow raised, fingers tapping agitatedly against the steering wheel.

“Huh? Yeah I’m listening, sorry.” You give him a reassuring smile and he takes that as sign to continue his rant. You listen the best you can for a bit longer, offering a small ‘uh-huh’ here and there. Until he runs his fingers through his hair, throwing his head back slightly. His Adam’s Apple on fully display, the sweat on his neck practically begging to be licked off. And it’s really over for you when he grabs your thigh, asking you again if you’re listening to him. You don’t respond, instead giving into your desires by leaning across the seat to lick along the side of his neck.

“Whoa!” John B jumps back a little, glancing away from the road at you. “What are you doing?”

“Shhhh… just let me.” You whisper against his skin, kissing and nipping down his throat while your hand finds his cock through his shorts.

“Babe, this is not the time! This is serious shit we are going through we have to focus - oh fuck.” He lets out a groan when your hand wraps around his shaft, jerking him slightly through the material. You feel him start to harden causing a smirk spread across your lips.

“I think your cock disagrees, and so do I. I happen to think it’s the perfect time.” You kiss down his chest, flicking your tongue out to lick the salty sweat covering his skin as your hands work on undoing his shorts. You push them down and pull his cock out, spitting on your palm before taking it in your hand.

“Oh my fucking goddd. Baby, I’m driving, I don’t think this is the best - shit - idea.” John B keeps his eyes on the road, still going the speed limit despite the fact that you just took his whole cock down your throat in one swift motion. He swerves slightly, before grabbing onto your hair, using his grip to pull you off of him. “Did you not fucking hear me? I said that shit’s not safe.”

You whimper, your eyes rolling back at the burn on your scalp his grip is causing. “Just wanna make you feel good…” You pout up at him and he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“You’re kind of acting like a slut right now, you know that? You wanna suck me off so bad? Fine.” He pulls off the road into a cluster of trees throwing the car in park. He uses the grip he still has on your hair to push you back onto his cock, shoving himself completely down your throat with a loud groan.

You gag around him, letting out a moan of your own at the feeling of him being rough with you. He pulls you off, giving you a second to breathe before he’s pushing you back down again. He starts to thrust his hips up, fucking your throat with his head thrown back, breathy moans leaving his lips. He pulls you off again, forcing you to look up at him. You have mascara running down your face, droll dripping down the sides of your lips and this look in your eyes like you’d let him do anything he wanted to you right now.

“You like this shit, huh? Are you my little slut?” He uses his thumb to rub the spit on your lips. You’re looking at him like you’re in a trance, his words hardly registering. “Answer me.”

“Yeah, I’m your little slut.” You take his thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

“So pretty like this…” He pulls his thumb from your mouth, replacing it with his cock with ease. He counties to use your throat, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You reach your hand down to cup his balls, swirling them in your palm. “Oh fuck! Baby, I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum.”

He pushes your head down a final time, his hips raising off the seat as his spills down your throat. You swallow every drop, pulling off him with a moan.

“That was so fucking hot.” He pants, taking your face in his hands so he can capture your lips in a passionate, messy kiss.

#john b routledge #John b #john b x reader #John b smut #John b OBX #john b imagine #john b fanfiction #Dolly writes #morgy & Dolly’s writing prompt game

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no doubts - jb

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1. “time to go home. now.”

20. “only you can make me feel like this.”

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Getting wasted wasn’t part of your plans; at least not at the beginning of the night. You were okay with staying sober most of the times you went out with your boyfriend and his friends, but today was a bit different.

You didn’t know if it was because he was around his teammates from the England team (whom he didn’t see much due to him living abroad) or the fact that he was just having fun by himself, but you felt like Jude was slightly pushing you away from the circle that his group formed in the center of the VIP area.

You recognized it might be a bit silly to get mad at it, since you were an independent person and could have fun without him… But you were pissed off anyway. So you took it upon yourself to make the night a memorable one.

First, you started a pretty nice chat with one of the sweetest guys around, Declan. He wasn’t very excited about dancing or chatting around a lot, so it was natural for the both of you, who were sitting on the sofas, to start a conversation; then, as the hours passed by and you were still like almost furniture to your boyfriend, you accepted the first of the night from Declan’s hands. From there, you let go.

Maybe it was the music, or how fun it was to just meet new people, but you ended up dancing with not only Declan, but a bunch of girls and boys that just joined along the way. This wasn’t your usual self, but dancing between a gorgeous girl and Declan was the most fun you ever had in a while. At least from your drunken perspective.

“Babe?!” Jude’s voice sounded like an echo at first, which you ignored while the girl named Sarah was still holding your hips. “Babe!”

After a few seconds, your eyes landed on your boyfriend’s face, which wasn’t showing a very happy expression. You smiled at him anyways, unaware of how many times he had been calling your name while standing right next to you.

“Hey!” You said without stopping your little dance next to your new friends. “What’s up?”

That question alone seemed to liberate whatever reason he had to be mad at you. He took your wrist with no actual force, separating you from Sarah, who groaned in annoyance.

“Hey! I was dancing with her!”

“Yeah? Well, I’m leaving with her.” Jude replied in a dry tone that surprised you.

“But I was having fun! She’s a very good dancer.”

“I don’t care about that. Time to go home, now.”

Something about his tone and his eyes made you kinda sober up. You stared at him for a few seconds that actually felt like an eternity, your brain trying to focus on what was going on. Nonetheless, you nodded, giving Sarah a last smile before letting Jude guide you towards the exit.

The cold weather slammed through your very uncovered body with such force that you started to tremble. Jude noticed right away, and while waiting for the car that was supposed to take you home, he took off his jacket, embracing you in a hug despite his seriousness.

“What’s wrong?” You dared to ask after a while, feeling intimidated by his unusual silence.

“Nothing.” He murmured back, not looking at you, but at the street.

You pursed your lips but decided to not do anything about it. You knew better than to push Jude when he was in a mood. He would just close more to himself.

Finally, the car arrived, and without a word, he guided you inside with the same care he always gave you. You half-smiled at the driver before pushing the button that made the thick glass that separated him from the back seat appear.

“Okay...” You slightly blurred out the words, sitting almost on top of your boyfriend, who seemed very concentrated on the street rather than on you.

Of course you noticed something was wrong. He was upset, but you didn’t know why. It didn’t make sense, you just were having fun on your own. He wasn’t that type of jealous, wasn’t he?

“Baby... Talk to me.” If you had to use the big guns to your favor, then you would. Without any shame, you let your body fall on top of his lap, making you smile when he gave you a surprised look before giving your hips a little squish while helping you stabilize yourself. “Are you mad at me?” You carefully touched his cheek, wanting his eyes on yours no matter what.

“I’m not mad at you.” He said almost immediately. “It’s just that... You seemed to be having a lot of fun back there with Declan and that girl.” His eyes were still anywhere but on your face, and you started to slowly realize what was happening.

Oh my god.

“Jude, there’s no reason to feel jealous.” You kept caressing his cheek, biting your lip to stop the smile that was creeping on your face. “I was just dancing with them because you were busy with your friends, that’s it.” With little force, you made him look at you. “Look at me, you know I’ll choose you over anyone without a second thought.” You gave him a long peck, and when you backed up, he was smiling a bit. Progress. “I thought you knew I had the most gorgeous boyfriend on the entire planet.” This time, you fully kissed him, making sure that your body was fully aligned with his.

He returned the kiss with the same force, making you whimper as low as you could. You were still in a car with a driver, for god’s sake.

His hands traveled across your back, landing on your ass so carefully that you thought he was scared of your reaction. But that was impossible. In exchange, you let your nails make a slow trail from his jawline to his neck, taking a hiss from his lips that made you smile.

“Baby...” He whispered against your lips. The look on his face alone made you almost forget why you were holding back.

“Don’t ever doubt what we have.” You kissed his lips one more time, not feeling the need to retrieve yourself from his lap. “Only you can make me feel like this, got it?”

He nodded, still looking at you with a drunken expression that wasn’t there before. You wondered if you had the same expression while looking back at him. You sure felt drunk from his smell and touch.

“I love you.” He finally said before grabbing you for another kiss.

Oh, and how you loved him.

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#footballer blurb #footballer fanfiction #footballer fics #footballer fic #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #footballfics #jude #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #bellingham #jb22 #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham fanfiction

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Apple Picking - Eggsy Unwin x reader

all right! I decided on a random monday night a couple of days too late that I was going to challenge myself to write and publish one fic for each week of October. Had I thought of the idea earlier this one would've come out on the 6th, but I thought of it when writing this last night so it's coming out today instead.

The goal with this event is to write for characters and pairings I don't write for often and like my account to a certain extent, this event is multifandom! Eggsy Unwin is kicking it off because I love him wholeheartedly and don't write for him as often as I should.

This fic was written while I was listening to the Boygenius song Leonard Cohen and directly uses the lyric 'I never thought you'd happen to me' twice because I love Boygenius and I couldn't help myself.

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- none

There was not a day that surpassed the both of you wherein Eggsy Unwin did not second guess himself. He wondered why, out of all of the people you could've chosen, you chose him.

You were the best person Eggsy could've met in the beginnings of his career as a Kingsman. You liked to read, you loved to write, you didn't hate dogs and you loved the autumn.

Eggsy had met you while waiting for Harry at a coffee place. You'd bumped into him while taking an idle step backwards, you'd chatted in line, he'd made you laugh, and you'd exchanged numbers and then it was like that was it. He was in your life, you were in his, and things would probably stay that way.

Still, four years later, you were thirty-two and had been sharing an apartment since just a bit before Eggsys 30th birthday. It was near the Kingsman tailors and near where you worked, so it was a good fit.

He was grinning to himself as he parked his car into one of the two parking spots that was included in the rent, Harry on the phone with him as he talked animatedly about plans you'd made for the upcoming and extremely rare weekend Eggsy had off.

As Eggsy turned the car off, he took Harry off speaker, pressing the phone to his ear. He opened the door just enough to hear the sound of rain and pocketed his car keys.

"Yeah! It's gonna be great--late morning, we're going to order in, I think? Once that's done with we're going to take JB and we're going to go apple picking. They do it with JB every season so that they can use the apples for apple butter, but I have the weekend off so we're turning it into a staycation type thing."

"Staycation?" Harry asked as Eggsy ran from his parking spot to the front door of the flat complex, barely dodging the rain in the process. "The closest apple picking place is three hours out of the city. That's not staying in."

"Close enough, innit?" Eggsy said, swiping the fob and grinning as he approached the elevator. The thought of seeing you had turned the exhaustion he felt into something more content, something happy.

"I suppose," Harry said as Eggsy pressed the button. The doors promptly opened and in Eggsy stepped, pressing the button for your floor and shaking his head as though to focus. "Are you staying at a hotel?"

"Only decent one we could find doesn't allow pets," Eggsy said. "We're going to drive thirty minutes back around so that he can stay at a pet hotel, I think. Bit of extra work, but he'll be happy with the hordes of attention he'll get. I'll be happy because--it's not like opportunities like this come often."

Despite the fact that he couldn't see him, Eggsy knew that the expression Harry wore was a sad smile on the other end of the phone line.

"Have you proposed yet?"

"I'm working on it," Eggsy said as the elevator doors opened. He stepped into the hallway and approached your door, grabbing his keys from his pocket. "Just bought the ring yesterday. The secret of it might bloody well eat me alive, Harry."

Harry laughed halfheartedly. "You have a good night, Eggsy."

"You too, mate," and the call was done.

Eggsy put his key into the lock and turned, sighing with relief and pressing his head against the door as it opened slightly. It didn't take him long to hear the sound of JBs claws scraping against the floor and your gentle discipline, telling him to wait until Eggsy had gotten a foot through the door to bide for his attention.

Eggsy laughed and proceeded inward, heart heavy with how happy he felt.

A day later, it was six, you'd just ordered McDonalds to your hotel room and the hotel mini fridge was full of ten pounds of apples from the time you and Eggsy had spent picking them while JB found his soulmate in a pug owned by a couple in their sixties.

Eggsy had just gotten out of the shower where you'd showered beforehand, and you were sitting in the chair that had been placed by the window, using it for what seemed to be it's purpose as you read something.

Eggsy said nothing, leaning slightly against the door frame in his Kingsman sweatpants and a baggier shirt that smelled a little like you, indicating you'd stolen it in recent, then washed it and sprayed it with some of the scent you liked before placing it in one of the clean clothes baskets that Eggsy would later sort and fold.

You were reading a book, and Eggsy was looking at you, and it just--everything kind of just hit him.

He'd bought the ring. He could've proposed to you right then if it really, truly seemed like the right time as he always kept it in one of his pockets. He could've proposed at the apple orchard but it just didn't seem like the right time then.

All that Eggsy could think of was that first time you'd met in the coffeeshop. You'd bumped into him while taking a step back, and you'd chatted, and he'd made you laugh and it felt like it was perfect.

Four years gone, four of the best years he'd experienced, and he found himself leaning against a bathroom door frame and looking at you, and it just--woah.

"This is going to seem so random," he said, one hand idly going to his pocket, where he'd slipped the ring out of what had managed to become a habit after only three days. "But it just--we've been together for four years now, and it's all kind of just hitting me."

You turned to look at him, grinning as your gaze met his.

"Yeah?" You asked. "What is it?"

"I never thought that--well--you see, I'm not really known for my smarts," Eggsy sighed. "Roxy and Merlin and Harry--and, well, everyone, realistically--would make a case for the fact that I don't really know much at all, but I do know that I know you."

You were looking at him like he was the love of your life. Eggsy knew that you were his without a doubt in his mind.

"I never thought that when you bumped into me, we'd find ourselves here. I never thought that I would be using one of the only weekends off I've gotten since I started working for the Kingsmen to propose to you in some hotel, but this where we are and I am so grateful for it."

You stood, approached him. Eggsy pulled the ring out of his pocket and presented it to you, shoulders shaking in silent laughter. Harry, the guy who had a love for romantics somewhere deep down, was going to kill him for proposing in the hotel rather than at the orchard.

"I never thought you'd happen to me," Eggsy said. "Seriously. I didn't, and I don't know how I've managed to get so lucky but I am so happy I have."

"You realize that marrying me means your stuck with me forever, right?" You asked, pressing a quick peck to his lips. "Like, no escape. In sickness and in health, in every single moment where I choose to annoy you because it's funny, in every single time you come home from a mission at seven in the morning because the mission ran long or you got called in late, and discover I've made brownies or butter tarts or peanut butter cookies. You're stuck with me even then."

"I never thought you'd happen to me," Eggsy said again. "So yeah. I realize it means I'll be stuck with you when you annoy me and that it means I'll come home to brownies, or butter tarts, or peanut butter cookies. I realize it means I'll be stuck with you when we're both drunk and we can't stop laughing. In sickness and in health, Y/N. Sunny days, and the rainy ones, too."

Eggsy loved you so much and often found that it was impossible to put it into words.

"Will you marry me?" He asked.

"I'd be an idiot not to," you grinned.

Eggsy slipped the ring onto your finger and made a note to call Harry before the two of you went to bed as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, his around your waist, and the two of you hugged.

You couldn't believe your luck, and Eggsy couldn't believe his.

#eggsy unwin #eggsy unwin x reader #kingsman #kingsman: the secret service #kingsman: the golden circle

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kellyvela · 11 months ago

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did u see that now on the jonas fan circles, and their similar interests, people are spreading/acting like the divorce is because sophie is a cheater? even some t**lor sw*f* fans are spreading it as well, saying she is their JA that she used JJ and cheated on him 🙄 as if JJ hadn't been mentioned of partying with early 20s girls and cheating on sophie for years before

Hello anon 👋

I don't care what the jb stans say, they are as stupid and willfully blind as targies.

Everyone is free to think what seems best to them, BUT the thing is, IF Sophie cheated jj with Perry as those people claim, then why Perry's ex girlfriend Olympia still follows Sophie on instagram, the woman that supposedly stole her man???

Perry and his ex break up was only made public mid September 2023, but the rumors about their separation started way before (November 2022), especially in July 2023, when Olympia celebrated her 27th birthday in Tuscany, Italy, and Perry was notoriously absent.

Friends began whispering about the state of their relationship when property developer Perry was conspicuous by his absence at the Chelsea-based model's 27th birthday party in July. They have not been seen in public together since last November. For three consecutive summers, the couple holidayed together, but this year they went their separate ways. The Princess visited Italy and Greece with family and friends (...) Perry, meanwhile, spent his summer with pals in Cow Neck, New York state, as well as in Spain with family. He was also at the Burning Man festival in Nevada with a posse of attractive young women.

Actually, the rumors of cheating came from Olympia's part, since she was seen with some married with children TT chef that was kicked out of his home by his wife when the rumors erupted.

King Charles's goddaughter, 27, beamed as she made her way to the celebrity chef's car, in Notting Hill, just days after her ex-boyfriend Peregrine Pearson, spent time with Sophie Turner in Paris, where they were spotted kissing.

The wife of celebrity chef Thomas Straker has kicked him out of their marital home after being told he was in a romantic relationship with Princess Maria Olympia of Greece. Friends of Straker and his wife Davina who have two daughters aged four and two, said she was 'devastated' to be told of his infidelity in October.

I have seen those people claiming that Sophie and Perry were together since July 2023, since Sophie were in Tuscany, Italy, around July 2023 as well; but apparently they missed the fact that Sophie was there with jj (see the pictures), but Olympia was alone, without Perry, whose absence was conspicuous (see the pics and read article linked above).

So how were Sophie and Perry cheating, if Sophie was with jj in Italy, while Perry was with his family and friends in Spain and US???

Also, IF Sophie really cheated jj with Perry, then why Olympia's long time close friends like Ella Richards and Sascha von Bismarck, or George and Camilla Blandford, or even Rupert Gorst, to mention only some of them, are OK hanging out, travelling, partying and posting pictures of them all happy with Sophie, the woman that supposedly stole their friend's man?

Think about it.

Now, in addition to his well known awful reputation, over their 7 years together, there was a lot of rumors and blinds about jj being a serial cheater.

But not only that, while "sources" were claiming that jj has been caring for his daughters "alone" and "pretty much all of the time," there was a podcast about him living a single life in NY, clubbing till late hours:

Also, while there were headlines with jj saying that it was "too soon" for Sophie to date someone new, he was seen with more than one girl.

Look at this reddit post from November 6th 2023, about jj having a double date with a girl he met at some restaurant she works at:

Also, he was seen with this other girl in Seattle, around November 11th 2023:

And around December 2023, he was also seen with a redhead in Montreal:

And now jj is dating a model that got famous after starting a relationship with a 17 years old male model, while she was 28/29 years old, and they became parents soon after the male model turned 18 . . . . Sounds familiar??? 💀

A little update, it seems jj and new woman knew each other and were interacting a lot since before he started dating Sophie . . . .

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#anon asks #sophie turner #the rat and his stans can choke

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lustnluv · 9 months ago

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obx boys relationship with reader parents

john b meeting puppy!reader stepmom was unknown to reader. her mom married her after divorcing her dad and she didn’t get to keep reader after she died. he’s begging her to have custody over hyper because she’s amazing and deserved to be treated as so. her stepmom and him become close and work together to get puppy in safety. puppy’s dad is verbally abusive and degrades her any chance he gets. when jb met him for the first time he kept cracking jokes about puppy’s accent, how her fingernails are always caked in paint, her grades in school, and the fact she talks too much. jb took a instant dislike to him and kept his distance away from him. always making sure his phone is not on dnd so he pick her up anytime once it gets too much.

jj met bat!reader parents when they were kids. he was instantly apart of the family and as a kid he would go there to get dinner and just stay there for days when his father was too drunk or high. her parents actually made it seem like a huge sleepover so the kids won’t think twice about it. he was there for a month one time. luke is scared of her family csuse she has brothers who are in high school when she’s like seven and they look at jj like their little brother. best believe they’re protective. even when bat and jj had their little break, he was still welcome to eat and stay the night. as he got into high school her dad taught him how to fix cars and he would work there until he got the job at the country club. he names their kids after her parents.

swan!reader lives with her grandmother and mother. rafe comes over and they’re feeding him piles and piles of food. they’re complimenting him and he leaves with a full head and a full stomach. her grandmother dotes on him and leaves protection charms in his pockets as a way to show that she cares. she doesn’t speak english but they still find a way to communicate. rafe respects swan’s mom and goes to her for advice. they’ll be in her office for two hours helping him make his business better. if he does something good without her advice she compliments him so much he gets hard. he’s weird like that. he figures out why reader is so stubborn because look who raised her. he brings wheezie over so she can be influenced by them too.

pope didn’t have an option to meet kitten’s parents. she was always compared to her mom as she got older which her mom hated. her father was always strict with her and kept her on lockdown. he’s friendly with them because they shop at his father’s shop. she introduces them a year into the relationship and they’re all polite like at first then got very judgmental. saying slick things in spanish which pope doesn’t understand but he can tell by kitten’s face it’s bad. she explains later it was mostly towards her being with him and him settling. he then stands up to them and they kick him out their house. he gets the best head in his life for that. pope doesn’t go over much and he tries his best to be the civil one. they’re only civil when his parents are around.

#pretty girls thots #pope heyward prompt #john b routledge prompt #jj maybank prompt #rafe cameron prompt #kitten!reader #puppy!reader #swan!reader #bat!reader

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Which Anthony is this in the Molly-verse?

Everyone's favorite game is back with new JB content! Will it be Gym-bro Anthony? Priest Anthony? F1 driver Anthony? Or another? The possibilities are endless

F1 teams almost always have a watch sponsor so I think this is probably F1 Anthony.

F1 Anthony's watch is worth a pretty cool £150,000 and Kate nearly dies when he straps it onto her wrist before he gets into the cockpit every weekend. Purely because she'd not sure she should be responsible for something worth that much money, honestly.

"Are we back in school?" Kate raised her eyebrow as Anthony buckled his watch onto her wrist then placed his cap on her head. "Me, wearing your jumper."

"Do you want my jumper? I can get you- Can we get my jacket over here please?!"

"I don't want your jacket." Kate sighed, kissing the end of his nose. "Not sure I want to be responsible for something that costs that much money though."

"You're responsible for cars that are worth about €12 million." Anthony chuckled. "Just hold onto it for me while I get us a shiny new trophy."

"Okay, but if I lose it and you need a new one, don't blame me."

"Are you planning on losing part of your arm?"

"That guy has been waiting to interview you for ages." Kate rolled her eyes, "Toddle along please."

And before Kate's realised what's going on, she's somehow modelling women's watches. Her arm around Anthony's shoulders, his hand on her hip. and it might be okay were it not for the fact Anthony keeps glaring at the other couple in the shoot, hissing-

"He can't put his hand there, that's my baby sister!"

#nothing good starts #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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brandogenius · 11 months ago

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Can you do one thats like a combo of jb x reader with unsupportive parents and bg x younger artist where younger artist!reader gets kicked out but also gets a new apartment in la to start a new life so it’s bittersweet and the boys help you move in? also LOVEEEE your fics💕

��️RPF‼️

BLURB - the boys & young artist! - unsupportive parents

the boys don’t from from you in while. all three of them growing worried since you were very since in the group chat. finally getting a hold of you at one night maybe like a week later you explain the story

at first the boys were mad at you for not replying but once realising that you were kicked out, had nowhere to stay, no phone to charge aka replying to messages they understood.

they were also a bit upset you didn’t come to them. “i didn’t want to burden or annoy you” which caused the boys to get more upset. mainly due to the fact they thought you didn’t trust them enough. “you know you can come to us for anything right kid?”

you weren’t used to living on your own so the boys offered to temporarily move in with you until it felt right. whether that was a week or a couple of months. especially with what was going on, they didn’t want you to be on your own anyway

“guys i promise i’m fine-“ (no you weren’t stop lying to yourself tf)

“just a couple of days at most kid. sleepover with the oldies.” they help you move your stuff in. decorating the house the way YOU want it.

going out shopping for furniture with lucy. ikea maybe? hauling supplies and shit into the back of the car as both of you build a couch and table with chairs for the day. phoebe and julien going shopping for paint and home decoration supplies

i feel like each in their own way it’s a little bonding moment between you and the boys. shopping with lucy while both of you discuss amongst yourselves which couch looks nicer with the interior.

“this one looks nice” lucy running her hands over the soft leather of the couch “would look nice with the coloured walls” you agreeing. lucy helping put the stuff in the trolly (bare with me i haven’t been to ikea before ‼️)

both of you setting up the supplies in the empty room. getting down to business. “let me take the hammer- i’m afraid you’d chop your fingers off”

lucy ending up doing all the hammering and nail work as you sit there and hold stuff in place. it’s not that she doesn’t trust you it’s just… you’re quite accident prone but thats ok!

another bonding moment with phoebe going home supply shopping. she knows what you like and what you dislike so it’s easy to find. running down the isle with fake flowers like “these would look so cute!!” and add them to the trolly without your opinion.

debating on weather this purple cute cow print cushion is cuter or this pastel colourful rainbow rainbow. both liking the both but ultimately doing beads or tails in the store to find out what wins

you putting both in the trolly anyway.

with jb however. i can view the two of you painting your bedroom. say pb and lucy are gone to get lunch for all of you so you and jb are painting the bedroom.

jules going like “you know if you need anyone to talk to you can come to me and the boys right?” it’s so sudden but has you crying in sibling issues. it’s very sweet but also a bit sad.

“i know.. i just don’t wanna annoy you all” and jb is like “nonsense. wouldn’t be annoying anyone. we’re all friends here right?” and you’re nodding your head agreeing “then there’s no need to be worried”

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maybank612 · 2 years ago

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Bet

Y/n POV:

“I’m just saying I don’t think it’s possible” John B said plopping down on the couch next to Pope.

We have been hanging out waiting for JJ to get back from work so we could go on the boat. We ended up talking about me and JJ’s relationship, which led us to Popes wonderful comment about how we never seem to be able to leave each other alone.

“I think she could do it” Kie chimed in

“No way. There is no way that y/n can ignore JJ for a whole day. It’s not possible” Pope laughed while taking a sip of his drink.

“I totally can” I defend myself. Not that I wanted to ignore my boyfriend for a day, but I wasn’t going to back down from a challenge.

Pope and John B just shake their heads. “No way” they said

“Way” I laughed

“Okay, fine. Then I bet you fifty bucks that you can’t ignore JJ for 24 hours” John B smirks

“Fifty bucks” I practically scream, shocked that it was that big of a bet.

“Yep” He popped the p at the end

“Bet, be prepared to lose Johnny Boy” I smirked getting up from the couch and grabbing my bag

“Wait where are you going?” Kie askes as I make my way to the door.

I turn back and laugh “Well, if i’m going to ignore JJ I probably shouldn’t be here when he gets home”

“That’s cheating” Pope yelled from the living room

“Not part of the rules. I told you I was going to win” I giggled and made my way to my car hearing John B yell from inside the house “Good Luck “Mrs. Maybank”

I rolled my eyes at the nickname JJ always calls me. I got in the car and took a breath. This was going to be a long 24 hours.

As soon as I got home I hopped in the shower, and as I got out I already had 3 texts from JJ. God this was going to be hard.

JJ POV:

As soon as I got back to the chateau I expected to see y/n waiting for me like always. But she wasn’t there. I asked my friends where she was and they all just shrugged.

There is something they aren’t telling me.

I texted her a couple of times and got nothing in return, then I checked her location to make sure that she was home like they said she was.

It shows her a home, what the hell is going on.

I grabbed the keys to my bike and hurried off to her house, ignoring the comments from my friends.

As soon as I got to her house I climbed up to the window like I always do. But it was locked, and her lights were off. She never locks her window.

I knock for a few minutes, until I gather that she is probably asleep.

I walked back to my bike trying to think of anything that could be wrong. Maybe I did something.

What if she doesn’t love me anymore? What if she wants to break up?

These thoughts wreck my brain as I make my way back to the chateau. As soon as I get there I walk straight into my room. I lay down thinking about the fact that I might be losing the love of my life.

Y/n POV:

I roll over slowly, opening my eyes to the bright sun shining through my window. I grab my phone and catch the time.

1:30pm

Damn I really slept in, I guess it makes sense cause I spent most of the night thinking about JJ. It was so hard to sit there as I heard him knocking on my window.

Then I notice all the messages from JJ. Clearly he didn’t sleep either. All I wanted to do was tell him it was a bet, but I was determined to prove JB and Pope wrong.

I got up and got dressed and then called Kie to see if she wanted to hang out so that I can ignore JJ for the next 4 hours. All I had to do was get to 5 o’clock and then I could spill to JJ.

Luckily Kie didn’t have any plans so we decided to go walk around downtown for a while.

We shopped for a while, then as soon as the clock hit 5 I smiled.

“Time to go” I cheered to Kie. She laughed at my attitude because she knew that I was happy to prove the boys wrong, but also that I didn’t have to ignore JJ anymore.

We pulled into the chateau, and thankfully I saw JJ’s bike. Good he’s here.

We walk in and I see John B and Pope sitting on the couch both looking really guilty.

“You lost” I cheered. Causing John B and Pope to look at each other, still with that guilty face.

“Yeah about that” John B goes quiet.

“What did you two do?” Kie asks, setting down the shopping bags.

“You might want to check on JJ” Pope says

My face drops, every time they say something like that there is something wrong.

I immediately walk over to the spare room and slightly open the door.

That's when I see JJ. Puffy eyes, little sniffles coming from his nose.

“Baby” I say quietly

He turns and looks at me, tears still in his eyes. I walk over and engulf him in a hug.

“Do, do you wanna break up?” He sniffles

“What?” I question pulling away to look at him,

“You locked the window, you never do that” He looks so sad, I am really regretting this bet now

“Awe baby, no I don’t want to break up. John B and I made this stupid bet. He said he would give me fifty bucks if I didn’t talk to you for 24 hours” I admit feeling really guilty.

I wipe the tears off my boy's face and then I notice the look on his face.

“What” He choked out

“I’m so sorry baby, it was stupid. I do not want to break up. I just wanted them off my back.”

“I’m gonna kill him” he half jokes finally calming down

“How about instead, we go get our fifty bucks and I treat you to some ice cream” I suggest

He just smiles and says “Deal”

We walk hand in hand into the living room, gaining the attention of our friends.

As soon as we are in view, JJ pulls me in and plants a big fat kiss on my lips. Immediately earning grains from our friends.

As soon as we pull apart, JJ turns to John B.

“That’s what you get for making my girl ignore me for a day” he smirks

“Okay I deserve that” John B admits

“Pay up Johnny” I say walking over to him.

He pulls out a fifty and hands it over reluctantly.

“Thank you” I smile and grab JJ’s hand

“Where are you going?” Pope asks

“Ice Cream!” I yell draggin JJ out of the house.

We hop in the car and before JJ starts it he looks over at me.

“Please don’t ever do that again” He says

“I won’t” I smile, grabbing his hand and kissing it.

“I love you” I say kissing JJ’s cheek.

“And I love you” He says starting the car “Now ice cream” He gleams.

#jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #rudy pankow #jj mayback x reader

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