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could you pretend to be in love? (06/10)

The Connection

pairing: modern!aemond × fem!reader (fake dating)

summary: an unexpected person from the past shows up and there is a family dinner to attend, resulting in disastrous thoughts and difficult decisions.

word count: 8.9k

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the chapter is finally here!

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The day of the dinner is slowly approaching.

And you still don't feel completely sure about it. However, despite your doubts and worries, you haven't backed out.

Mostly you think about what you're going to tell Aemond's mother by way of ruining things out of nervousness. Of course he should have already given her information about the relationship, but you're worried that she'll ask you questions and you won't know how to answer.

But that's not the reason she wants to get to know you… is it?

You think she probably just wants to know more about you, your likings, your non likings, your aspirations in life, your dreams, your family and things related to that.

Right?

You just hope so.

You've never done this before, meeting a guy's parents, ever. And you just get more nervous and feel more pressure knowing that Aegon and Helaena will be there too.

As well as you also feel guilty about the fact that they all think that you and Aemond are for real and you're just going to go there and convince them and assure them that you and Aemond are crazy about each other… when it's not true.

Now it's Thursday, tomorrow is dinner and Aemond doesn't seem at all concerned about it, when your thoughts are being completely tormented with it.

Still, you listen attentively to his words as you put away some books in your locker and he's standing next to you, leaning against the lockers, with the Romeo and Juliet book in his hands.

"Why did you make me read this shit? It's too hard to read and I don't like it," he says longingly.

You look away from your books to him and place a small amused smile on your lips at the sight of his face.

"It's like poetry and I don't like poetry, I don't understand it," he says frustrated, "I don't understand any of the weird rhyming they say."

"Well, Shakespeare has a unique way of expressing himself."

"Yeah, but what does he mean by 'My lips, two humble blazons, are ready to seal with a kiss softly'?" he recites reading the phrase with his brows furrowed and you let out a small laugh.

"Shakespeare loved beauty in words, even if it meant complicating things a bit."

"Yeah but why can't he just kiss her and be done with it without saying these weird words that give me cringe?"

"Come on," you give him an incredulous look, "It's romantic. The whole book is romantic with a tragic ending."

"This is definitely not romantic," he says incredulously and shaking his head, "It's weird, boring and makes me want to puke."

You look at him with a pout.

"You're not romantic at all."

"Excuse me?"

He immediately comes to defend himself, staring at you incredulously and completely indignant.

"I can be extremely romantic, thank you very much."

You raise your hands in a gesture of surrender, with a small smile as you see the spark of amusement in his gaze.

"You of all people should know that, you've witnessed it and you're the reason I do it mostly," he adds.

"But that's not… you know," you give him an expectant, knowing look.

"It's still romantic."

"No, it's not," you say with a laugh.

At your playful response, still busy at your locker, you don't notice and Aemond suddenly approaches. He takes your chin with one of his hands gently but firmly enough, causing you to look up at him, catching you off guard.

"What did you just say, my love?" he asks with a mischievous smile and amusement in his gaze, appearing serious and warning.

He brings his face closer to yours with a demanding gaze and your heart begins to pound as you let yourself be carried away by his proximity.

It is clear that he is going to kiss you, what does this mean if not kiss you? So you watch him expectantly and with your face lifted towards him, really looking forward to the sweet contact, your lips inches from his.

But first Aemond looks around briefly, wanting to make sure that some students in the hallway are watching you. When then, you see that he is overlooking a specific spot in the hallway.

You see how there is a slight glint in his eye and then he no longer moves.

You frown slightly, waiting. And before you can say or do anything, Aemond suddenly pulls away.

Confusion overtakes you and he clears his throat by averting his gaze, then smiles softly at you as if he wasn't about to kiss you seconds ago.

"Then I'll be more romantic next time," he says, taking his distance from you, as if trying to minimize the tense moment you've just shared.

Was he going to kiss you or not?

You can't just tell him to kiss you either, that he was going to, since this isn't real but… the change in his behavior confuses you, you don't quite understand what just happened and you don't know what to say.

"I have to go to the field now," he tells you, averting his gaze for a moment before looking at you again, "I'll see you in class, okay?"

"Hum… yeah, yeah, okay," you nod, still confused.

He gives you one last smile and before leaving, he gives your shoulder a light squeeze with his hand, another gesture that catches you off guard. Without a kiss on your forehead or cheek, as he usually does, he walks away.

You stand in the hallway, watching him go, with a mix of emotions you can't help but feel confused, uncertain and... disappointed.

Questions swirl around in your mind, but you don't have any answers. So shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you close your locker door and head to your next class.

Eventually you continue to run into him and he acts normal, as usual. He sits next to you in class, does the teacher's requested activities with you, and walks with you through the halls to the next class.

And everything is…normal, in a way.

Although he's still being kind and attentive, he's not being as affectionate as usual.

You can see how he's distracted, deep in thought from time to time, something is on his mind, something that you have no idea what it is but that keeps you alert, confused and makes you feel completely different from previous days.

You sense that the dynamic between you today has changed somehow, leaving you feeling bewildered.

And you don't know why.

Although it's not until break time that you find yourself sitting at a table alone, still feeling this awkwardness, when Alysanne comes in and drops the big bombshell on you that makes all the sense in the world.

"Why are you here eating so casually when I just saw your boyfriend catching up with his other ex-girlfriend?"

You raise your gaze to her almost instantly, with a mixture of surprise and confusion, a knot forming in your stomach as the weight of her words settle on your shoulders.

"What?"

"Yeah, Floris Baratheon," she says, then looks at you slightly confused, "How did you not know this?"

"What?" you repeat, not understanding.

"Floris Baratheon," she repeats to you slowly and clearly, "Dark hair, not as tall and certainly not as bitchy as Alys but still she falls into the category of girls who are superficial and think they are better than other girls," she explains to you.

Confusion lingers in your gaze, for despite the explanation, you still don't remember anything about a girl named Floris Baratheon at school.

"You really don't know who she is? Aemond didn't tell you about her?" asks Alysanne incredulously and your face answers her questions, "She transferred schools for a semester and just returned this morning. She and Aemond weren't actually dating but they had a thing when he and Alys broke up for like the twelfth time."

Your mind whirls as you process the information.

Honestly you had no idea about Floris' existence back in your invisibility days at school. Therefore, you also had no idea that she and Aemond had ever had any kind of relationship.

However… there is something you have an idea of at the moment.

This is why Aemond acted weird with you this morning, because of her. He must have seen her in the hallway and his demeanor changed completely.

"I-I didn't know that," you admit in a soft, low voice, trying to hide the uneasiness that is starting to creep up on you.

"Well, it's weird that Aemond didn't tell you anything, especially since I saw the two of them so comfortable and happy talking," she lets you know, "And I'm not telling you this with any malice or to make you feel bad, it's just that I think you should know, even though I thought you already knew."

You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling a surge of emotions wash over you that you can't quite explain, nor can you avoid.

You're not sure what to think or how to react to this, but one thing is for sure; things between you and Aemond are likely to get complicated.

But what can you really do?

You and he aren't really dating. What's the point of asking him about it when it's really none of your business? Besides if he didn't talk to you about it before, when he saw her, it must be for this very reason.

You have no right here, even if you feel this.

"Do you want to get out of here?" asks you Alysanne later, noticing your face and probably everything that is invading your mind.

And soon enough, she takes you to the rooftop of the school, outdoors, where you just sit and watch the sky and listen to her while she smokes a cigarette, talking to you about Cregan being around her lately.

But as much as you want to give her your full attention and corroborate what she is telling you, you can't.

The rest of the classes are without Aemond, since you don't share them with him, and when the school day ends, still not knowing exactly whether to wait for him to drive you home or not, you head for the exit of the building, deep in thought.

"Hey."

You feel a hand grab your shoulder and when you turn your head without stopping moving forward, you find Aemond standing next to you.

"Hi," you reply softly, turning your gaze back to the front.

And he at your side gives you an attentive, curious and slightly confused look.

"Are you okay? I didn't see you at break," he says softly, "I also texted you and you didn't respond."

"Oh," your mind goes blank for a moment, "I was with Alysanne on the roof. She was talking to me about some things."

"Hmm," he nods, still watching you between a mixture of attentive and curious.

Then the two of you say nothing more, with the silence loud between the two of you and that tension emanating from your body, when you speak again.

"Are you going to drive me home today?" you decide to ask him, watching him, with that hesitation in your tone of voice and look.

And he frowns, watching you blankly.

"I always drive you."

You are about to speak but a third voice does it for you, stopping your steps and also Aemond's.

"Aem!"

The two turn their heads and there she is, Floris Baratheon.

Black hair, brown eyes, slender and absolutely beautiful features. She approaches with a smile, showing off her perfect, aligned teeth.

Everything about her screams money, as well as elegance, from her perfectly coiffed hair to her impeccable designer clothes and accessories.

And the moment she catches both your attention and Aemond's, you notice how he beside you tenses slightly.

"Hey," she gives him a charming smile and her full attention, placing herself in front of him, "The guys are going to get something to eat, I was just told. Do you want to join us? We can take off in your car and catch up some more."

"Hum…" he is silent for a moment, shooting you a nervous glance, scratching the back of his neck.

And throwing you another glance, this finally catches Floris' attention and she notices your presence as well.

"Oh… hi," she smiles softly at you.

Despite your nerves and how uncomfortable you're starting to feel, you force yourself to smile as kindly and genuinely as possible.

"Hi."

"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you," she tells you in an exaggeratedly kind tone of voice.

And this too finally gets Aemond to react.

"Yeah, right, that's my fault," he says trying to act nonchalant and completely relaxed, "Floris, this is Y/N, m-my girlfriend."

You watch as she parts her lips and her surprise is evident as she looks at Aemond and then turns her attention back to you.

"I-I didn't find the moment to tell you."

You instantly observe Aemond, with a look that even you can't explain and he suddenly can't control his nervous gestures anymore, giving a wary glance to you and then to Floris.

"Oh."

She turns her gaze back to you and though she tries to hide her surprise, the strength of her smile seems a bit forced as she holds out her hand to you.

"I'm Floris, nice to meet you."

And within everything you're feeling right now, like awkwardness and feeling out of place, you still shake your hand with hers.

"Nice to meet you."

Tension is in the air and Aemond looks hesitant for a moment. And you continue to feel like an intruder between them, getting in between the interaction of two people sharing a history you don't fully know about.

When Aemond speaks again.

"Floris is my…

He tries to tell you, but his words are left floating in the air.

Suddenly you see how he struggles and searches his mind for a way to introduce you to the girl he had a thing with in the past, only according to him, you don't know that, when certainly Alysanne already took care of it.

And just like you, you too feel Floris' anticipation, waiting for him to introduce her.

"An old friend," he finally says.

Floris arches an eyebrow slightly at Aemond's introduction, her lips curving into a smile that seems to contain more than just politeness.

"Yes, that," she punctuates, with a knowing look that to you does not go unnoticed, "Well, I just wanted to know if you were free for this afternoon. Although if you want you can bring your girlfriend with us," she proposes.

Aemond takes a moment to respond, averting his gaze as he scratches the back of his neck in a nervous gesture.

And that's when you decide to speak.

"You can go with them," you tell him and that immediately gets his attention and hers, "I can just take the bus or something and I'll see you later," you say to start walking away from both of them.

His attention and slight surprise is most visible on his face, but before you can move too far away, he grabs your hand and advances towards you.

"What? No" he immediately inquires, "No, I'll take you home."

The determination in his tone of voice and in his gaze makes you feel a little more comforted, but still, you can't shake this uneasiness in you about Floris' presence.

And that's when Aemond turns to her again without letting go of your hand.

"Sorry Floris, another time," he tells her in his firmer, slightly strained voice.

And she nods with a sympathetic look, though you can't help but sense there's something else behind her expression.

"Of course, I understand, it'll be for next time then," she says, before turning to you, "It was nice meeting you, Y/N."

And finally she is the first to walk away.

You exchange a look you can't quite describe with Aemond and feel the awkwardness and seriousness linger between the two of you, even as the two of you leave the building and make your way to his car.

And once in the passenger seat and with Aemond driving through the city streets, you find yourself fiddling with your fingers in your lap, still feeling the awkwardness in the air.

You don't understand exactly what's got you right now but you can't even see Aemond out of the corner of your eye, so you keep your gaze focused straight ahead and on the side where the window is.

"Are you okay?"

You suddenly hear his voice speak softly to you, feeling his gaze on you from time to time and you squirm a little in your seat before you speak, swallowing hard.

"Yeah, all good," you say, trying to sound convincing.

He exhales deeply, noticing your distance again.

"I'm sorry if the Floris thing made you uncomfortable. S-she…" he sighs, "She's truly a childhood friend. We had something in the past but it was very brief and it's no longer relevant."

And although there is nothing wrong with his words, you still can't help but feel a slight knot in your stomach. And you act completely unconcerned.

"I understand," you say simply, in a soft voice and still without looking at him.

But this is not convincing to Aemond, who licks his lips and can't help but worry about the situation.

"I mean it."

"Aemond," you call him softly, finally looking at him, "I understand, I really do," you assure him, "I also meant it when I said you should go eat with her and your friends. You seemed very uncomfortable and there was no problem from me."

He nods slowly, but still looks a little uneasy.

"I just didn't expect I was going to see her again."

And you don't know if that's worse.

"Are you ready?"

Oh God, are you?

"I don't know," you answer honestly, nervously, looking at your outfit.

For this occasion you chose a pair of pants, ankle boots and a white tank top with a black jacket over it. You don't look overdressed but decent for the occasion, along with your makeup and hairstyle.

"Hey, easy," he says softly, placing both hands on your shoulders, "It's going to be okay. Besides we won't be alone, Aegon and Hel will be with us."

"Yeah but that's not what I'm worried about," you clarify, playing with your fingers, "What if I ruin everything?" you ask watching him fearfully, "What if everyone realizes that we're not really dating because of me?"

"I'll take care of that, don't worry," he assures you, with his soft gaze, "You just have to corroborate everything I say and stick to the main story. Other than that, my mother will just ask you questions about you to get to know you better."

"Are you sure?" you ask, not entirely convinced.

"Very," he affirms you, conveying calmness and assurance in his voice.

"You've done this before?" you can't help but ask, still with some hesitation, "I mean…" you lick your lips, nervous, "You've brought a girl before to dinner with your family?"

He is silent for a moment, as if considering how to answer, as the implication is clear because that's not the real question, you know that too.

Rather it is: have you ever brought Alys to dinner with your family before?

"Yes," he finally admits in a murmur, sincerely, "Yes, I have."

You stare at him silently, without the two of you saying anything else, only to look away and nod, again trying to look unconcerned, trying to calm your nerves further.

"My mother never liked her," he says later, again attracting your attention, "You know, Alys."

Again, you say nothing for a few moments, just lick your lips and nod.

"I understand."

Aemond lets out a heavy breath and takes a step towards you, lowering one of his hands to take one of yours, gently rubbing his thumb against the back of yours, this also immediately catching your attention, as you see him looking at you for a moment thoughtfully.

"Are you ready now?" he asks you softly, raising his gaze to you, "We can stay here a while longer if you want."

"No," you reply immediately, "No, I don't want to make everyone wait for us," you release a long breath, calming your nerves, "I'm ready now."

He places a small comforting smile on his lips.

"You'll do fine, trust me," he assures you then moves closer to you and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead, just like at school.

His action definitely catches you off guard and you look at him slightly surprised, but Aemond doesn't give it that much importance, as if it was already a natural and routine thing between both of you, like a gesture of encouragement, to then take you by the hand together with him to the entrance of his house.

His house is nice and big, with a beautiful garden, so when you open the door, you see a huge and cozy living room with the dining room visible in the background, where you can make out Aegon's figure and his short silver hair.

Aemond closes the door behind you and you briefly look around, seeing the decorations of the elegant house, such as mirrors, flowers vases and also family photos.

Mostly, you see pictures of young children, which you recognize as Helaena, Aemond, Aegon and his other brother, Daeron.

There are also photos of what you assume is their mother and also a man, who you assume is the father, with Aemond and his siblings as children. But it strikes you that none of the four are smiling, just the mom a little.

There are more current pictures, only of Aemond, Helaena and Aegon smiling next to their mother, with no trace of their father and Daeron.

"He's my younger brother," he takes a single photo of a boy, standing next to you and handing it to you, "Daeron."

And just as you imagined, he's a boy of about fifteen with striking blue eyes and short silver hair, smiling at the camera with a bright face and looking in the background like he's standing in a lake at Honeyholt.

"Helaena was right," you say with a small smile, still inspecting the photo, "He really is the handsomest of the three of you."

"That's not true," he tells you immediately, taking the photo out of your hands and putting it back in its place with a quick, automatic gesture, making you laugh.

"What's up, bro?"

You both hear Aegon's voice and turn around, with the silver-haired man already walking towards you with a bottle of beer in his hand and a huge grin on his face.

"Are you drinking already?" Aemond inquires, "Mom's going to kill you."

"Oh, you know how persuasive I can be," he tells him without wiping off his smile, "Besides, I've already set the table," he points to the dining room, "It's dinner, bro."

"Careful," he warns you but he deliberately ignores him, heading in your direction.

"Y/N!" he exclaims your name smiling, coming over to embrace you, "Welcome to our home."

"Hi Aegon," you smile back at him.

He envelops you in a hug and you reciprocate cordially, instantly the strong smell of beer reaching your nostrils.

"Want one?" he points to the beer in his hand as he pulls away from you.

"I don't think so," Aemond answers him, again intertwining his hand with yours, "Where's mom?"

"In the kitchen with Hel" he points out, "Tell them to hurry, I'm starving," he says in a tone of voice that catches your attention.

But Aemond pulls you forward, starting to leave him behind, with a serious and disapproving look at his brother's attitude.

"It's the beer," he explains to you quietly, "I hate it when he drinks at home. I just hope it doesn't get unbearable later."

"Why?" you ask him, curious.

He shakes his head.

"Aegon is… complicated."

He doesn't say anything else and neither do you, mostly because he leads you toward the kitchen, but curiosity still lingers on that subject.

He gives your hand a gentle squeeze in a supportive gesture that comforts you as you both cross the threshold into the kitchen, where instantly the smell of delicious freshly baked food hits your nostrils.

And the first thing you notice is a silver hair along with a darker one, who you assume must be Aemond's mother.

And immediately your nerves again explode and you feel your heart pounding hard in your chest.

"Hey, Y/N!"

A friendly voice says to you, being Helaena, who is wiping her hands with a clean dish towel and wearing a beautiful blue dress, instantly heading towards you with open arms.

"Hi Hel," you smile back happily, hugging her enthusiastically.

"Oh I'm so happy you're in our home," she says excitedly and warmly without letting go of you, "We've prepared turkey, I hope you like it," she says as she pulls away from you.

"Oh I'm sure it will," you nod at her with a sincere smile, feeling welcomed by the warmth of her welcome.

"Mom."

Aemond's voice momentarily pulls you out of your conversation with Helaena and you turn your head to meet the gaze of Alicent, Aemond's mother.

Instantly you try to control your nerves and keep your composure, remembering his comforting words.

And when Alicent's gaze meets yours, a warm smile forms on his lips, which makes you feel less nervous and conveys a sense of calm. Although the nervousness lingers, you feel a little more secure with his kindness.

Aemond places a comforting hand on your shoulder and steps forward to introduce you.

"This is my girlfriend, Y/N," he points to you with his small smile, "And Y/N, this is my mom, Alicent."

She is a very beautiful woman.

It's the first thing that comes to your mind, noting the dimples in her cheeks and that warm look she has, not being intimidating at all and being rather kind.

Besides the dark green dress she wears is completely beautiful, as well as her accessories. Everything about her radiates elegance and poise.

"A pleasure to finally meet you, my dear," she says, turning to you, "Gosh, I was so excited to meet you. It's so nice of you to come."

And without expecting it, just like Helaena, she too greets you with a hug, taking you completely off guard, causing you to let out a nervous little laugh as you hug her back.

"The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Hightower," you say softly, feeling slightly overwhelmed by her kindness and warmth.

"Please call me Alicent," she says as she pulls away from you.

Before all this you asked Aemond what to call her, just for the heck of it and to feel less nervous and he told you 'Hightower', the last name of her father.

So you assume that Aemond's father is not someone who gets mentioned much around here. In the family photos he is present in only one picture. And Aemond doesn't talk about him either.

And he watches with a small smile at the interaction between you and his mother, feeling relieved that things are going well so far.

"Please go and take your seats. Dinner will be served soon," she says to Aemond and you.

"Do you need help?" he asks her.

"I'm already doing it myself," Hel says, "Don't worry, little brother."

"Can you help me with your brother, please," Alicent tells him, with a look of slight concern.

"Of course," he assures her in a gentle tone.

Soon the two of you return to the dining room, the two of you take a seat together with Aegon and Aemond tries to tell him not to overdo it with his drinks, that you are here to enjoy a nice dinner with his family.

But he just makes nonchalant gestures and tells him that everything is fine, to continue drinking, looking at the screen of his phone, waiting for dinner.

Then you don't know how much time passes exactly but Alicent returns very soon along with Helaena with the food, placing the dishes in the center of the table, indicating that all this will start soon.

Aemond places his hand on top of yours underneath the table, giving you every supportive gesture possible, reassuring you at every turn that he can that all will be fine.

Every brush of his fingers against yours conveys reassurance and comfort.

You feel a slight relief as you feel his touch, reminding you that you are not alone at this moment and his presence gives you strength to face any nervousness that may arise during dinner.

And with the food finally served, the silverware begins to clink against the plate glass as everyone begins to enjoy the delicious dinner.

Aemond, like the supposed boyfriend in love with you, is totally attentive to you, asking if you're served this or that, wanting to make sure you're well received and comfortable to make this more bearable.

And you thank him all the way, feeling his mother's gaze on both of you from time to time, without wiping away her warm smile.

"Did you like the food, dears?" she asks generally.

"Oh yes," Helaena says with a look of total complicity, delighting in the food.

"It's delicious, Mom," Aemond tells her later.

"Totally," you corraborate politely, nodding in her direction.

Alicent smiles in satisfaction and then turns her attention to Aegon, who hasn't said anything since everyone started eating.

"How about you, son?" she asks him softly.

"It's fine," he says curtly, taking a huge swig from his bottle of beer.

This definitely gets your attention but Alicent as well as Aemond and Helaena decide not to give it enough attention, as if they're already used to it and don't want to ruin the moment by his behavior.

But you do notice the disapproval in each of their looks, especially the disappointment in Alicent. Though she almost instantly turns her attention away from Aegon to Aemond and you.

"So, how long have you two been dating exactly?" she asks curiously and without losing the kindness in her gaze and tone.

"A month," Aemond replies without hesitation at your side, resting one of his arms on the back of your chair.

And Alicent shakes his head with a small smile on his lips.

"And I still can't believe he kept you hidden from me, Y/N."

You smile in his direction, trying not to let your nerves give you away, as Aemond again interjects, with a soft look.

"We didn't want to rush things."

"I told him not to take too long to tell you," Helaena says as well, pointing at Aemond as she watches her mother.

"But he didn't tell me anything, Aegon did," Alicent says in amusement.

"Oh come on, I was going to tell you anyway," Aemond tries to justify himself.

"Oh you were going to?" Hel questions him.

"You want to turn her against me."

"I'm just telling the truth, little brother."

This causes Alicent to laugh softly and his gaze meets yours, where you laugh softly too, as the fight between Aemond and Hel continues. But this causes you to begin to feel comfortable and more at ease with the whole situation.

The only thing at the table that is completely serious is Aegon, who continues to concentrate on his drink and the food in front of him.

His reserved attitude contrasts with the energy you have with Aemond, his mother and sister, but they don't really give him much attention and everyone continues to enjoy the delicious food and create topics of conversation.

"So…" Alicent begins to speak, watching you with her warm gaze, "What are your college plans, sweetie?"

Oh my God.

Okay, it's happening.

You think as you slowly start to panic, but quickly get yourself under control, settling back in your seat.

"You're all graduating soon," she points to her kids with a small smile.

And you're about to speak but someone else does first.

"Which wouldn't be the case if Aegon hadn't repeated year… twice," Hel says condescendingly, pouring herself more food in a casual gesture.

"Helaena," Alicent reprimands her in a soft tone.

"Don't start with me."

Aegon's voice finally makes itself heard in a long time, speaking in a cold, curt tone, not even observing his sister, focused on his food.

"Just saying," Helaena says also with a pout in his direction.

"Then speak for yourself. You're a year behind too."

"Ugh," she sighs, "You talk like you don't know what happened."

"That's enough," Alicent says calmly, watching you both with a look of silent warning.

The atmosphere tenses slightly and all is silent for a moment, as you notice how Aemond next to you only runs a hand over his chin and you only hear the clink of silverware clattering against glass plates.

Alicent then turns his gaze to you and there you decide to speak, hoping to restore comfort to the atmosphere.

"Well, actually, I've applied to Oldtown University," you say with a soft smile, controlling your nerves, "I'm planning on getting into law school."

Surprise flashes across Alicent's face, as you briefly feel Aemond watching you beside you.

"Oh, wow," she nods slowly, her expression one of amazement, "What a coincidence, that's the same college Aemond wants to go to."

Aemond nods with a small smile, completely keeping up appearances.

"Yes," he confirms, "In fact it's perfect for us to go to the same place after graduation."

And just to show more affection with you, he places his hand and yours intertwined on top of the table, watching you with that 'love' he seeks to convey in these moments in front of his mother.

And Alicent watches you both with her soft smile, but is still intrigued by you.

"And why that choice? Law is something you always wanted to study?" she asks you, with genuine interest in her voice.

You try not to focus too much on the way Aemond's thumb begins to gently caress the skin on the back of your hand, which at the same time also reassures you.

And you nod in Alicent's direction.

"Yes, it's something I've always been interested in. It's a very heavy degree with very dense material, but it's very interesting and it's long been what I've decided for myself."

Alicent nods in your direction, listening to you intently and looking completely interested.

"And I guess at Oldtown it's a great opportunity to want to study law."

"Oh yes," you say eagerly, "Oldtown has one of the best faculties with very capable professors and all the material you need. It's certainly a great opportunity."

"But I also think that getting to study at such an in-demand university with few places in that major can be difficult," she tells you corroborating in conversation.

"Yeah, that's the bad thing, but…" you shrug, "I'm hopeful."

You watch subtly beside you, focusing for a moment on Aemond, speaking with that complicit tone, as of course he doesn't forget that the reason you're here doing this is precisely because of Oldtown.

He knows that all too well too.

"And your parents are supportive of your decision to study law?"

Slight surprise passes across your face, definitely not expecting that question, but you quickly manage to soften your face, though you still remain silent for a moment.

You try to hide any trace of bewilderment as you search for a suitable answer. And it is Alicent's same warm gaze that encourages you to respond.

"Uh… yes, my father is just as excited as I am about this possible opportunity," you reply with a small smile, being honest, "He has always supported me in all my decisions."

You respond without saying anything else and with sincerity, not mentioning anything about your mother.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," he nods at you and smiles warmly, "And what about your mother, dear?" she asks with genuine curiosity.

Inevitably your whole body tenses at that moment. And an uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as you think again about how to respond.

You honestly didn't expect the conversation to get to this point, about how even after talking only about your father, you're still being asked about your mother.

And for a moment, you don't know what to say or what to do, but you finally decide to react after everything falls into an awkward silence and they begin to look at you slightly confused by your lack of response.

Until you decide to be honest.

"Well, I-I…" you bite your lips, "I don't actually live with her," you admit in a soft voice, avoiding eye contact for a moment, "And I haven't seen her since I was six."

Slight concern crosses Alicent's face, instantly watching you in regret.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie," she says sincerely, embarrassed to have caused you discomfort, "I had no idea. I apologize."

You're about to tell her it's okay, that it's no problem because she didn't know, that it's no big deal, but you don't even get a chance to speak when sudden laughter is heard throughout the dining room.

The tension in the air dissipates in that instant as everyone turns to the source of the laughter, Aegon.

He is visibly drunk, but still conscious enough to know what is going on around him and that is what is alarming.

Alicent, Helaena and Aegon's faces fill with bewilderment and disapproval, except for yours, as you watch Aegon in confusion, not quite understanding what is going on.

"Aegon," Alicent calls to him now truly annoyed, watching him seriously and reproachfully.

But Aegon barely manages to contain his laughter as he apologizes between laughs.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," he mutters, his tone full of amusement and insolence.

Then Aemond at your side watches him completely serious, his jaw clenched and his gaze dark, holding back his fury at his reaction after you shared a very intimate and sensitive piece of information to you.

And Aegon laughs at it because of his own stupidity? Of course he's not going to allow that.

"What's so funny?" he inquires, expectant and about to explode.

Aegon straightens in his chair, a smirk on his face.

"Oh, nothing," he replies mockingly, "I just think she and you are perfect for each other. Apparently, we're not the only ones who have parental issues, are we?"

He asks watching his mother and sister, which makes Alicent feel even more tense, watching you worried and apologetic about the little show her eldest son is putting on.

"That's enough," she reprimands him firmly.

But Aegon seems determined to move on and turns to you again with a gesture of camaraderie, ignoring his mother's words and his brother's attitude.

"Don't worry, Y/N," he tells you with a crooked smile, "You can talk about it here and no one will judge you. All of us would understand, wouldn't we? We who wouldn't know about the subject of fucking neglectful parents with their kids."

Aemond's gaze becomes even more intense and his jaw tighter, watching his brother as if he could throw daggers at him with his eye.

"Shut the fuck up," he orders him, controlling himself as much as he can at that moment.

"Aemond," Alicent calls out to him worriedly.

"Or what?" Aegon challenges him, "She better know what she's getting herself into once and for all. With our fucking family traumatized by her own father who never cared about us."

"I said shut the fuck up," Aemond demands of him rising from his chair, causing everyone at the table to become alarmed.

Alicent rises at about the same time he does, and Helaena rises next, alert and worried, while you and Aegon continue to sit, he still unconcerned and you… because you don't even know how to feel about it.

The tension is too much, this is all unexpected and it's all happening too fast. And as if things couldn't get any worse, Aegon continues to talk and drink more.

"I'm just saying you two are the perfect match," he continues, his tone increasingly amused, "She doesn't have a mom and you don't have a dad, bro. Awesome, isn't it?"

Then it all happens too fast.

Aemond advances towards Aegon with a furious determination on his face that puts everyone at the table on alert, reaches towards him and grabs him hard by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to get up.

"Aemond!"

Alicent and Helaena immediately intervene, rushing towards them to stop them, but Aegon doesn't even have time to react before he finds himself on his feet, with Aemond holding him tightly.

"Stop it, Aemond!" exclaims Alicent, his tone full of authority and concern.

You finally rise from your seat as well, alert and worried, not knowing exactly what to do or what to say, feeling your pulse racing.

Then Aegon reacts as well, his face transforming into one of rage, placing his hands on top of his brother's.

"Get your fucking hands off me," he manages to say with difficulty.

"I told you to shut the fuck up or didn't I?"

"Oh and now you're going to hit me? Huh?" he asks, punching him in the chest with his hands, "You're going to hit me? And for what? For telling the truth?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you huh!? You fucking cunt," Aemond hits him back in the chest.

"Let go of me, you fucking asshole!"

"That's enough!" Alicent intervenes again, her voice firm and full of authority, "Aemond, let go right now!" she orders, furious, implying that she won't repeat it a fourth time.

The tension in the room seems to increase with each passing moment, as you hold your breath, watching Aemond worriedly, as does Helaena.

Aemond hesitates for a moment, glaring at his brother with determination, until he finally releases him with a tug, pulling away from him still watching him in warning and utter annoyance.

Aegon straightens, rubbing his neck as he glares at his brother resentfully.

"I don't need this shit. Enjoy your fucking dinner," he says grumpily, grabbing his bottle of beer and heading for the stairs, not giving anyone a glance.

At least your pulse starts to calm down when you see how it's finally all over, but you still watch Aemond worriedly.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," Alicent turns to you sorrowfully, averting your gaze to her, "What a shame."

"No, no, don't worry…

You start to say in a soft tone when Aemond's serious but definitely kinder voice makes itself heard in your direction.

"I'll wait outside."

The three of you watch him silently and watch as with nonchalant gestures he takes his car keys from his front pocket and with his face still contained in fury, heads out of the house.

With a lump in your throat, you turn to Alicent and Helaena, feeling the weight of tension still hanging in the air even so.

"Thank you so much for dinner. It was nice to meet you," you say to Alicent, trying to sound as calm, gentle and kind as possible.

Alicent smiles sadly back at you, still with her saddened and troubled face.

"It was lovely to meet you and have you come, honey," she tells you sincerely, "Still I'm so sorry. It wasn't my plan for dinner to end like this."

"I totally understand, don't worry," you say with a small smile, "We can always do it again."

You say and immediately regret it, but manage to soften your face in time.

This was supposed to be the only time you would do this, but you feel you owe it to her, to Alicent, as she prepared a delicious dinner with great care. She seemed so excited and happy about everything, especially about you coming that it is such a shame that this happened.

More than anything else that's why you say so.

"Of course," she nods to you, kindly and cordially.

You bid her goodbye with a gentle hug, then embrace Helaena as well, conveying your silent support through the simple gesture.

"If you need to talk, we can do it at school," she murmurs in your ear before releasing you.

"Sure," you promise, returning the hug gratefully.

You take one last look at both of them and head out of the house. And once outside, you feel a shiver run down your spine as you face the cool night air.

And there you see him, in the middle of the night silence and at the edge of the street, leaning against his car, smoking a cigarette with an almost absent gesture, looking thoughtful but also still a little upset about what happened.

You watch as he lets the smoke go between his parted lips and you, letting out a long breath, head towards him.

When he looks back at you, you too just watch him silently and he wordlessly opens the driver's door with a soft squeak and gets in the car, so you follow after him, feeling the weight of silence between you.

You too slide into the passenger seat and close the door, where soon the two of you find yourselves moving through the quiet streets of the city, the music on the radio playing at a low volume in the background.

And that's the only sound between you, the music, and even then it's a little uncomfortable.

You bite the inside of your cheek, struggling to find the right words as the tension lingers, but you don't even know what to say. What are you supposed to say when that happened?

But finally it's Aemond who breaks the silence.

"I hope you enjoyed the show," he murmurs, not taking his eye off the road.

You are momentarily speechless, not knowing what to say at that, not even finding the right words in your mind. Then you let out a low sigh, understanding how he must be feeling.

You mean… you went to meet his mother, it was a family dinner, everything was going well and to suddenly have it all end like that with very personal confessions that you had no idea about… it must be completely frustrating for him that you witnessed that.

"Are you okay?" you ask him in a low, soft tone, watching him intently, concerned and understanding.

He lets out a long breath, pursing his lips as he considers your answer, saying nothing for a moment. But when he finally does, he says it in a voice laden with weariness, regret and seriousness.

"I'm not even upset that Aegon said all that… he… he's right," he says resentfully, "I'm upset that you had to witness it."

The weight of his words falls on you, sensing Aemond's seriousness and frustration in his words. You watch his serious and weary face, the fury he is still holding back.

And for a moment, you look like you're not going to say anything, but after biting your lips, you finally speak.

"You don't have to worry about me," you tell him in a soft voice, "After all, he was right about what he said about my mother too," you add, seeking to offer some comfort, "I don't even remember her, you know? And honestly… it doesn't affect me nor do I care."

If your words caused anything in him, he doesn't show it, as he continues with his eye focused on the road.

But inside, he can't help but feel a little surprised and amazed at your ability to accept those circumstances with such calm and determination compared to him.

And finally he nods, understanding the truth of your words.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper.

You watch him with a soft and… slightly thoughtful gaze, feeling the tension between the two of you finally begin to fade, resulting in a warm and pleasant atmosphere for the two of you, as usual.

And unexpectedly for him, you take his free hand gently and intertwine your fingers with his, offering a small gesture of support amidst still the frustration he is feeling.

"I don't," you confess softly.

You don't say anything else and neither does he, hoping you can put this behind you. And all along the way, he keeps gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

You wait anxiously, moving your foot repeatedly up and down, glancing from time to time at your surroundings and also at the screen of your phone, wanting to keep the time very much in mind.

The gentle morning breeze caresses your face, with the sun painting golden hues in the morning sky and listening in the background to the birds singing, but also all the movement of the soccer team training early at this hour from the field.

Everything seems to be calm, except for your racing heartbeat, where you avoid biting your nails and simply bite your lips in a nervous gesture, as well as the inside of your cheek.

Then you finally see Aemond approaching with his backpack on his shoulder and his face soft.

"Hey," he says softly, taking a seat in front of you, taking off his backpack and watching you carefully, "What's up? Is everything okay?"

Out of nerves, your whole body tenses and you avoid stuttering as you speak, stirring in your seat.

"Yeah, yeah, just…" you lower your gaze, playing with your fingers, "I just want to talk to you about something."

Aemond nods, giving you his full attention.

"Well? What is it?" he asks you warmly, not wanting to put pressure on you as he notices all the tension that is invading you at the moment.

But he honestly starts to worry seeing you that way.

And you swallow hard, with your gaze lowered, feeling the need to just let it out and nothing more, having that urge so you don't keep torturing yourself with your destructive thoughts.

"I was thinking that… maybe…" you let out a sigh, "Maybe we should stop this," you mutter, your voice barely a whisper.

And Aemond only watches you more intently, beginning to look alert, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"Stop what?"

You bite the inside of your cheek hard, completely flustered.

"Our fake relationship," you reply cautiously, watching him intently and with some concern.

"What?" he immediately queries you, "I-I don't-I don't understand."

"I think we've both accomplished what we wanted to… oh well, almost everything," you tell him knowingly, "But we've already put on a good show in front of the whole school, Alys is upset enough, and the cheating thing is behind us. We should stop."

You explain but in the middle of all your explanation, Aemond only frowns more, listening to you completely attentive, watching you surprised and incredulous.

"And the trip to Dragonstone?" he inquires you, with a serious and alert look, "That trip is key, it would be great for both of us to go together, as a couple."

You try to remain calm, but your heart is pounding and your nerves are getting the better of you.

"Yes, I know, but… do we really need to keep pretending?" you ask, "You've already saved your reputation, remember?"

Aemond shakes his head firmly, his jaw tense with mounting frustration.

"It's still not enough," he tells you seriously, "At least wait until after the trip."

"Aemond, I don't see why we should wait until then," you mutter, unsure, "We can finish everything now."

Aemond's expression hardens, his jaw tense with frustration as he tries to understand you.

"Y/N, the trip is in the contract," he tells you firmly, "And we agreed to finish everything until graduation."

You exhale, feeling the overwhelming weight of the situation that you didn't expect was going to get this bad the moment you decided to do this.

"I know, but I don't see the point of this anymore."

He becomes more confused, shaking his head, looking at you confused and now completely frustrated.

"What-what's wrong?" he asks you in a soft but urgent voice, attentive, "Did something happen?" he asks you concerned and interested, "Did something happen that I still don't know about?"

Oh God.

Fear grips you as you struggle to keep your composure and not let your nerves get the better of you.

"Or is this because of the dinner thing? And because of Alys' pranks?" he asks you worriedly, "If it's that, tell me. I-I'll find a way to fix it. You won't have to go to dinner at my house again and I'm sure I can talk to Alys."

"No, no… I-I…" you sigh, "It's not that-

He shrugs, looking at you confused and frustrated.

"Then what is it?"

Your heart pounds as you struggle to keep your composure in front of him.

Your words get stuck in your throat, enduring Aemond's still serious, worried and frustrated look on you, waiting for an explanation. But the feeling of panic grows in your chest and you resign yourself completely.

"Nothing, forget it," you say in a whisper, lowering your gaze.

You stand up and gather your things, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, just as Aemond sighs and looks more frustrated.

"Y/N," he calls your name in a tired gesture.

But you don't heed him, just focus on getting away from him,

"Y/N, please stop," he says to you in a soft but urgent voice.

But you don't stop, you can't.

How could you do it and how could you tell him that the real reason you decided to bring this up to your fake boyfriend is because maybe you are actually falling in love with him and the feeling is getting more and more intense, and you can't help it?

You just can't.

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spirit-lanterns · 1 month

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Idk if you seen this but this might be considered as leaks so yeah

BUT LOOOK HOW PRETTY STELLE HERE IS LIKE SHIWMAVDIQKANDOND

(Also that casino fic 🥰🥰)

LOOK AT THIS DAPPER GENTLEWOMAN :D

Stelle looks like she’s ready to ask you to dance with her 🥺 and how could you say no to that face?? Stelle looks so eager to dance with you (even though she might be a little clumsy…)

I can’t dance, but I’d love for Stelle to lead me 💕

#🕯️spirit box #I love that the trailblazers get new splash arts for every path they unlock #wish genshin’s travelers did the same #sighhhh

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arminsumi · 9 months

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I can’t get the thought of mean dom Armin out of mind. Ik everyone thinks he’s soooo sweet, but tbh I think he can be downright MEAN in bed 🤷🏻‍♀️

Like I mean.. nasty shit that you would never expect a sweet boy like Armin to say. Like, if he wasn’t fucking you so good, you’d be worried cause.. the words coming from his mouth? FOUL.

I’m having massive mean Armin brain rot help ☠️☠️

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒꒱ mean, mean boy armin arlert!

bf!Armin x fem!reader

Overview; mean Armin being deliciously devilish between the sheets! 🥰

Content; SMUT

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, utterly nasty smut, mean!Armin

Kinks; degradation, light humiliation mean dirty talk, mean dom!Armin, pn slut and baby, implied multiple rounds, unprotected sex, creampies, dacryphilia (and licking ur tears), daddy kink, slight breeding kink, he calls u pathetic

A/N: OH MY GOD YES i have a craze for mean dom Armin and his nastiness 😩 he's feralllll he's awfullll!! tysm for this juicy request i put all my ussy power into it

He chuckles and talks in that venomous, condescending tone. "Can't even keep your eyes open f'me? I've gotta say, Y/n, I really thought you'd be able to handle me better than this. This is just pitiful."

You whimper weakly, feeling his stubborn cock exert this unbearable yet delicious pressure on your gummy walls. It felt like the room was spinning. All you could sputter out was hiccoughs and pleas for him to keep going — which made a devilish, toothy grin spread on Armin's face.

"Aw, your pathetic pussy's already tired isn't it? Oh, too bad, baby, too bad."

Armin's mouth gets even dirtier as the creampie count goes up. His delicious seed is sloppily spilling out the sides while his cock relentlessly bullies your hole. How could it not spill out when you're so stretched out?

He lowers his pretty, lustful gaze at the place where you and him connect. He won't say it, but he's so impressed at how well his baby takes him.

The bed springs are getting worn down as he gets into a merciless pace. His breaths become ragged and his voice shakes with pleasure as he speaks.

"D–damn, babyyy — you should just give up on working n' be my full-time slut. You'd like that right? Just staying in my bedroom all day, waiting 'till I get home so I can fuck this slutty pussy dumb? Mmm — don't paw at my abs baby, that's so indecent."

Of course, he has to add that at the end of his awful speech while he shoves his whole length inside; when he's balls deep, he gets so much meaner.

He holds his cock inside you like that, as if he's testing your hole. " God, 'm gonna ruin your pretty hole, 'gonna make sure you remember who loves you most." he pants, feverishly kissing your shoulders.

That mean mouth comes kissing up your sweat-dampened neck until it hovers over your flaming cheeks. "Aw, is my slut cryin' 'cause she can't handle daddy being mean?"

"Nooo! 'love it, 'love it please don't stop!" you hiccough, " 'm gonna — m' gonnaaaa — !" you let out a strangled cry that your neighbors most definitely hear, cumming hard on Armin's cock.

A white ring of both cream and cum coats his base, frothing up more and more as he fucks himself into your heat over and over again.

Those sexy brows of his furrow deeply, causing a cleft between them. He looks so devilishly handsome, so lustfully angry, that in your fucked-out state you nearly ask him to marry you right there in your sweaty, messy bed.

More fat, hot tears of pleasure flow down your cheeks, so Armin licks them up. He hovers menacingly over your swollen lips.

"Hey, look at me — yeah, look at me, slut. Did I give you permission to cum? No, no I don't think I did." he feathers in a saccharine tone that doesn't reflect his nasty words at all. "you better announce when you're gonna cum, or I'll make you cry harder, okay?" he adds with a smile.

You think that's nasty enough to say, but oh no he gets worse when he's ready to cum again.

That tongue knows how to do two things very well; eating you out and spouting awful shit. "All you're good for is taking dick, huh? Yeah? But I love 'that 'bout you, baby. Now be a good slut and take daddy's cum, too, 'let's get that naughty pussy knocked up."

#mdni #smut #🐬ocean prince #armin #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin x you #armin x y/n #armin x fem reader #armin x reader smut #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #shingeki no kyoujin smut

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everlasting-rainfall · 4 months

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Hi I’m all caught in the manga and I just had to know , what are your thoughts/hcs on yandere gear 5 Luffy 👀 love to hear your thoughts (sorry if that was a spoiler it wasn’t my intention to spoil it for u )

Also hi hope your doing ok and happy holidays 💗🥰

🌸anon

Oh happy holidays to you too, Darling! I’ve been well if you don’t count the occasional crying breakdown here and there but I hope that you’re doing well too just without the breakdown crying part!

Also don’t worry, you didn’t spoil anything for me!

Anyways enough about me, I’m not gonna lie that I really like Luffy’s Gear 5th form like it’s absolutely terrifying but in a good way. I’ve actually been laughing occasionally about the idea of Gear 5 activating when Luffy was about to be eaten by the Sea King as a kid as I think that’s a bit funny like suddenly Gear 5 child!

Terrifying to imagine but also kinda funny if you think about the chaos that would ensure

Anywho before I get too far off track, let’s get into it!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

SPOILERS FOR GEAR 5, Kidnapping, Stalking, Near Destruction of an Island, Heavy Size Difference, NSFW at the bottom

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So honestly with your request, let’s pretend that Luffy is always in Gear 5 mode as that will make this easier for me to write like there’s no such thing as turning it off now that he’s activated it

I feel like catching the attention of Monkey D. Luffy in the sense of him being a Yandere is already bad enough but what makes it worse is the idea that he can’t turn it off anymore and I feel like when it comes to this form, his emotions are amplified

The best example that I can give for what I mean is like if Luffy was already a Yandere then these tendencies have been amplified big time like if he’s willing to pick a fight with the World Government over Robin right now then now he’s willing to completely demolish anything that even vaguely threatens his crew now

Doesn’t even matter if it’s like he doesn’t actually know if said person wants to hurt his crew like let’s say that someone like knocks over Chopper while they’re running causing him to get hurt just a little bit. Unless the crew can convince him not to or manage to distract him then that person is done for

Also you’d think that dealing with Luffy raiding the fridge would be a pain in the ass now, yeah? It still is but if Luffy has any feelings buried deep down for some of his crewmates then Gear 5 has brought it up to the surface

So Luffy might be able to be distracted from raiding the fridge through a little something from Sanji like a kiss or something but that might result in Sanji having a hard time walking without a small limp for a good while afterwards but whatever keeps them from starving at sea

Chopper definitely gets Platonic Yandere’d to hell and back like he’s basically kind of acting like a dad, I’d say that you should probably check Luffy’s temperature as he’s actually being a semi responsible parent like telling him to eat healthy and not really allowing him to go off anywhere alone

As for if he had an S/O in this form like if you were dating Luffy before he awakened Gear 5? I’d recommend just honestly getting ready to never be out of his sight like you’re gonna get up to head to another room and he’s already getting up to follow you

He’ll be following you just about anywhere that he can and if I’m right then he’s much bigger in that form too, yeah? So let’s say that he can change his size and when he’s all big then chances are that if he doesn’t like what things look like then he’ll just pick you up and stuff you in his pocket for a while

What better way to keep you safe than to keep you right with him after all? Although even as much as you tell him that a battle with another pirate crew is not enough of a reason to shove you in his pocket, it’s not like he’s gonna listen

Much like with any Yandere too, don’t even think of attempting to escape as not only is he impossible to escape even without Gear 5 but now he can literally just lift the roof of any building that you’re hiding in and grab you like he’s playing with a dollhouse

I wouldn’t recommend at all turning yourself into the Marines to escape him either as that just sparks one hell of a frenzy, you thought that doing this sort of thing before Gear 5 was bad? You ain’t seen nothing yet…

If it wasn’t for the others then he would probably unintentionally destroy the whole damn island alongside the Marine base just to get you back especially if the Marines have roughed you up

You cant fight him either, that goes without saying so it’s really better to just do as the rest of the crew has and accept that this is your new life being watched over by an extremely possessive sun god who refuses to let anything happen to any of you…

I’d also recommend getting used to being in Luffy’s bed… Lord knows that when that man fucks you now, it’s gonna be a marathon that leaves you unable to think straight with legs so numb that you’re certain you’ll never regain feeling in them…

Honestly though imagine him being absolutely gigantic and playing with your body like you’re some kind of doll, imagine like laying in one of his hands while a single fingertip of his rubs at the area between your legs or he tries to give you oral but just winds up licking your whole body

It probably isn’t the worst thing but it’s not pleasant although let’s hope that he never wants to stick his dick in you while he’s big like this as you’ll be stretched to absolute hell and back… Like I legitimately think that you’d need either a wheelchair afterwards or a mobility aid for the rest of your life…

#the rain talks back #yandere #yandere one piece #reader insert #yandere male #Yandere Monkey D. Luffy #Yandere Luffy

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giggly-squiggily · 2 months

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HIHIHI I saw the my hero is still up could I get a platonic “im yours” with aizawa and bakugo 🩷🥰🩷

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

OOO, Ler!Aizawa! My darling- I've gotcha covered, Chibi! :D Some good ol' student and teacher antics coming right up!

I'm Yours: "You like being tickled, don't you?"

“One more time!”

“Geez, kid- you really don’t give up, do you?” Aizawa rolled his neck, wincing some when it popped. “Hmm- the joys of getting older.”

“Why act so surprised? You always sound like that when you move.” It came out before Bakugou could stop it. His eyes widened when Aizawa turned a sharp glare in his direction, taking a step back. “Eh..sorry?”

“Always sound like that, eh? What- you think I’m a walking glow stick?” Something dangerous was in his teacher’s expression as he pulled at his capture scarf, prepping his weapon. Bakugou would be lying if he said he wasn’t the tiniest bit excited.

“Well- I was gonna say a bowl of pop rice…”

Aizawa puffed out a laugh before attacking, his scarf wrapping around Bakugou’s ankle before the blonde could escape. “Oh, you’re in for it now brat! Come here!”

“Wait- waahahhait, shiihiht nohohohohooh-ahheahhahhahahha!” The second he was in range, Aizawa had him pinned, kneading his sides and tickling like nobody’s business. “Mihihihihiihisthhhthir Aihihihihzahhahahhawaha!”

“Sorry- can’t hear very well. I’m too busy cracking like a bowl of rice cereal.” His teacher growled, snickering as Bakugou shrieked and cackled beneath him. “Still believe that?”

“Fihihihiihne, pohohohohohop rohoohohohohocks!”

“You must really like being tickled, don’t you? Why else would you persist?” Aizawa tsked with feign disappointment, unable to hide a laugh when Bakugou squawked like a bird. “I bet Jeanist loves having you as an intern; he’s older than me. Do you give him the same level of sass?”

“Hehehehehhe’s ohohohohoohlder? Shihihihiihihit!”

“Watch your mouth.” Aizawa scolded gently as he finally stopped, leaving Bakugou gasping for air on the ground. “And yeah- by a few years. Don’t tell him I told you that though- he’ll never forgive me.”

“Ehehe..hehehe..fihiihne, I wohoohn’t.” Bakugou gave a tired thumbs up, sprawling back on the matts for a much deserved rest. Aizawa turned to collect his scarf.

“Wait a minute!” Bakugou was on his feet literally five seconds later, fully revived. “We hadn’t finished our practice match!”

“And here I thought you forgot about it.” Aizawa rolled his eyes fondly before turning to his student, ready to fight for real. “Alright- come on kid.”

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #tickle #tickle dabble #mha/bnha #aizawa shouta #bakugou katsuki #platonic #fluff #Aizawa sounds like a glow stick when he moves prove me wrong #Bakugou's sassy in this one kjlrajkejkrajkre

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mydearzero · 2 years

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hiya! i was the anon that requested the chubby reader, and since you said that you're a chubby person yourself, i feel more ✨ comfortable ✨ with requesting this stuff here rather than any other account :>

idk if you would be okay with taking an another request from me, but this time could i request (again) gender neutral chubby reader, but when the reader sits on eddie's lap (for example while he waits for the rest of hellfire club to show up), and mike makes an unnecessary comment in lines of 'aren't they going to crush you?', and eddie defends the reader? this would be mostly fluff and angst if you're okay with that :D

I'm so glad you feel comfy requesting from me! 🥰 Thanks for another request!! it's a bit short, but I hope you like it :)

You're Out | E.M. x Chubby!GN!Reader

Summary: Mike makes an unwanted comment about readers weight. Eddie quickly steps in.

Angst + fluff

No warnings, just a comment about reader's weight being made.

874 words

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You were comfortable in your relationship with Eddie. He loved you and all your flaws, no matter what they might be. People questioned you both on your relationship. Wasn't Eddie a freak? Didn't you have a bit much meat on your bones for a skinny guy like him? Why were you even together? You loved Eddie, Eddie loved you and that was that.

You accompanied him often to Hellfire, even when you didn't participate. You didn't always stay for the entire thing, having a life of your own to live. But you did often help Eddie set up and make the room dark to set the mood.

Which was what you were currently doing. You strained as you pushed the curtains against the windows and taped them down to let the least amount of light possible pass through.

Eddie sat down after he finished placing the last figurines, admiring his work. He clapped and rubbed his hands together. "You're the best, babe. Everything's ready, right on time. The boys should be coming any minute." He smacked his lap a couple times to signal for you to take a seat.

You draped your legs over his sideways and sat with him for a moment taking in the insane campaign laid out in front of you. "You've outdone yourself with this one, Eds."

"I know, isn't it amazing? I can't wait to see their reactions." Eddie's eyes lit up with a childlike glimmer. You heard the excited chatter of the rest of Hellfire come down the hallway. You were about to get up, but Eddie held you down by the waist. "You're staying for the introduction, right?"

Eddie had worked so hard on this campaign for weeks. He at least wanted you to see a bit of it in action. You'd helped him work out the details, after all.

"Of course, I'm staying. Wouldn't miss it for the world" you pushed your forehead against his and quickly pecked him on his nose. You made yourself comfortable on his lap, waiting for the boys to fill the seats around the table.

They fawned over Eddie's new figurines, excited hollers erupting through the room over the new campaign. Dustin noticed you and waved. "You're staying?" He asked with a grin. "Yeah, not the entire evening, though. Have some things I need to do before next week."

You heard a laughing scoff coming from Mike. "I mean, not like Eddie's legs would survive if you did stay." You knew by Mike's tone it was meant as a joke, but you could feel your heart sink to your stomach. You tried to laugh it off, but the tears had already reached your cheeks.

"You're fucking pathetic, Wheeler. You're out." Eddie spat. His grip on your waist tightened as you tried to get up. "Stop, Eddie. I'll just go."

"No, you're staying. Wheeler's leaving. Aren't you, Michael? Why're you still standing there? I'm pretty sure I just told you you were out." At first, some of the boys laughed, but Eddie was dead serious.

"You're kidding, right? It was just a joke." Mike looked at Eddie with a perplexed expression. Dustin gave a disapproving glare. "I think he's being serious, Mike."

"You too? What'd I do? It was just a fucking joke, jeez." Mike raised his hands in surrender like he was being attacked.

"What'd you do? What'd you do? You see this?" Eddie pointed at your face. "Tears. Thanks to your stupid 'joke', Wheeler. I understand you're an insecure little piss boy, but keep your ridiculous jokes to yourself next time, or there won't fucking be a next time. Understood?"

Mike gaped at his club leader.

"Did I make myself fucking clear, Mike?"

"Y-yes. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Mike sputtered as he took a seat.

"No, you don't apologise to me. And sit over there. I don't want to fucking see your face right now." Eddie waved to the seat furthest away from the head of the table.

Mike turned to your tear-stained face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." It didn't sound the most genuine, you knew he was just scared of Eddie's wrath.

"It's okay." You muttered and turned to look at Eddie, who was obviously still fuming. "It's not fucking okay, Wheeler. If I ever hear you making comments like that again, about anyone, you're dead."

Mike nodded and adorned the seat far, far away from your boyfriend.

"Calm down, baby. I'm okay." You whispered as you stroked the hair at the back of his neck. He put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you down into a quick kiss. "You're gorgeous, you know that, right?" He pleaded. "Yeah, Eds. I know. I love you." You smiled. "I love you too, babe. So much." How did you deserve someone like him? Willing to threaten his friends over a stupid joke that just made you a little insecure?

"Now, enough pre-game drama. Time for the real deal." You sat in the chair next to Eddie's as he threw his whole body into the storytelling of the new campaign. He might call you gorgeous, but he was a beauty of his own. Passionate in life, vigorous in love, devoted to you.

#eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x chubby reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #mike wheeler is a dumbass

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marikosenwrites · 4 months

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I NEED SOME RANPO FLUFF PLEASEEEEE

cuddling with Ranpo?? Mornings with Ranpo?? Helping him get ready for work???

Thank you I love your writing so much 😭🥰

Have a good day/night!!!

sen's notes: OKAY ANON IM GOING TO DO THIS FOR YOU I LOVE RANPO AHHHHHHHHHHHHH also thanks for the support!! imma just do morning cuddles and helping him getting ready for work which is basically everything and YEAH LETS GO (also its short)

(im getting over being lazy with writing (not really) but the fact that schools starting again and i'm too tired to do anything productive except writing on tumblr bc i love yall) also its finally not a head canon

warnings: PURE FLUFF NO ANGST (i cant 😭)

gn!reader (forsure)

ranpo edogawa

sunlight broke through the curtains attacked ranpo's eye lids, prying his eyes open. once he opened his eyes, he yelped from the brightness. "sugar, sugar, i'm blind!" ranpo cried out to your peaceful sleeping figure.

"what...ranpo, you can't become blind with nothing getting into our dorm overnight," you rub your eyes and squint them to see better. "must be the sunlight."

you stand up to walk to the curtains and close them until the light wasn't in your room anymore and only the light from the lamp remains.

"oh, much better!" he opens his eyes, finally. "sugar, can we sleep a bit more? it's only eight am, after all."

"no, ranpo, you should say, 'it's already 8,' because it's time for work." you sigh as you sit on the bedside, beside your boyfriend who was shifting back into the covers.

"pleaseee~? only 15 minutes?" ranpo pleas, his emerald eyes opening.

"fine, fine, no more than that," you said, as you went back into the covers with open arms for ranpo to cuddle into.

fifteen minutes could pass quickly, for all you know, but these minutes with ranpo seem to pass slowly. quickly, you press the 15-minute button on your phone, mentally preparing yourself in time for the shrilling alarm sound after 15 minutes.

but for this occasion, time doesn't seem to go your way. in what seemed like 5 minutes, the alarm rang and woke you and ranpo up from your peaceful sleep. "ugh...already 15 minutes?" ranpo whines, his arms and legs flailing.

"it's already 15 minutes. c'mon, your work's waiting for you to tend to it. at the very least, i'll help you get ready." ranpo's ears perked up at the idea of that.

"ooh, yay! let's do that, then," immediately, the man took his partner's hand and led them to the bathroom, where he peeled off his clothes, leaving his boxers visible.

"you said you were going to help me get ready," the raven complained.

"right, right." you grab his white dress shirt from the closet and put it on him, leaving it to him to button it up. "you're wearing your pants by yourself, though."

"aw, that was disappointing!" he says, pouting as you hand him his overcoat.

"in return, i'll shower you with kisses on your face."

"yaaaaaaaaay!"

you grab your own hoodie and sweatpants to wear, changing into them quietly as ranpo stares at you. "...what?"

"nothing," he whistles, "just looking at how...good you look. but you look good in every outfit, i know it!"

"ranpo!" your face turns red.

"where are my kisses? you promised. i even put on my own tie." ranpo angrily puts his hands on his hips, although you could tell by his tone that he was only joking to be mad.

"coming, coming~" you sigh happily as you go over to cup his cheeks and kiss him all over his face.

a kiss on the bridge of his nose, the tip, his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids, and last but not least, his lips. the tender feeling stays on your lips and his for a few seconds, although you know that time is ticking, so you part.

"okay, i'm satisfied! but you gotta give me more when we get to the agency!" ranpo smiles as bright as the sun.

"alright, you big baby," you laugh and put on your shoes at the door, with ranpo trailing behind you and copying your actions.

"we're dropping off the bakery to get some bread, right? i haven't eaten breakfast just yet." ranpo opens the door.

"yeah, we are," you exit quickly before he can close the door on you, locking the door too.

"okay, to the bakery!"

ending notes: heyy so it's a bit short, i know, i tried my best. anyhow, i hoped you enjoyed reading!

©all banners, dividers, and stories are made by marikosenwrites and the pictures in it are from pinterest. i own none of the BUNGO STRAY DOGS/BUNGOU STRAY DOGS/文豪ストレイドッグス characters mentioned here.

#ranpo edogawa #ranpo's a big baby #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #cuddles #fluff #pure fluff #ranpo #ranpo x reader #ranpo x you #living together #original post #sen's works #anon's req #req #reqs open #asks also open

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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HI! Can you write headcanons with yandere Harry Warden with a significant other (the reader) who is also a yandere?? Like they're both so obsessed with each other and yeah!! You can use any pronouns, I prefer they/them and she/her mostly tho! also I hope you're having a good night/day

Omg yasss, goodday to you to anon, will use they/them pronouns! Request open! Tw:stalking but mostly chill

Yandere Harry with Yandere s/o

I think harry is more into "youre mine, you gonna sit here looking pretty doing youre stuff while imma commit mass murder on poeple that looked at you today cya<3" while s/o is more like "love me, notice me ect ect"

Imagine this funny scenario: s/o stalking harry while harry stalks her. They both will be so confused, like "why is he just standing there?? Im sure Hes waiting for some hoe" while he is like "??? Why are they just sitting there?? Im sure their waiting for some dude? Pf next one to kill"

They will become couple when Harry gives her Valentine, he meant to send it as a threat so they wont be with any other person but she was kinda into it? Someyhing like: omg😳so he does love me🥰 i need to tell him!

He will be very suprised to just see them wandering in mines, at first hes like 😈its morbin time, imma kindap her🥰 but when they hug him and say stuff like "omg I love you too dummy omg lets move out together!!" He will not only freeze but He will also fall in love even more!

Hes very happy! He was ready to kindnap s/o and force them to love him, but they love him back!!! Yay

He likes when they get jelous especially if they are yandere aswell! You guys dont need anyone else to be happy and you both arent getting into many arguments :D

They give off very funny vibe "lets go out together! So eveyone will know that we are in love and to make everyone else jelous!" While his like "I commited 6 fellonies today also no, because im scared"

"Call me msWarden cuz youre the only man i'll ever need😎" *harry explodes*

Harry needs love, and he is very needy, every attencion they give him is soo gooood and he remembers every time they told him something good

They are power couple, u mess with one of them? Get ready for stalking, doxing, maybe blackmailing, death of close person and ur death later

Harry is a boomer he doenst understand memes

#harry warden x reader #harry warden #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #yandere slashers #yandere slasher x reader #yandere

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jjungxkook · 1 year

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blackout (pt3) | jjk | teaser

⇥ pairing: roommate/best friend!jungkook x reader

⇥ genre: best friends to lovers, fwb, roommate and college au, fluff, angst, smut

⇥ rating: 18+

⇥ warnings: more angst!, still lovesick for your best friend, yearning, swearing, slight jealousy, pov switch!, marvel and endgame references..., so much happens i don’t wanna spoil anything rip, deep rooted emotions, sexual content (like oral, big dick/dom kook, spanks, lotsa kissing, praising, bit of choking, more but i really don’t want to spoil!!!)

⇥ wc: around 15-16k?; 428 for the teaser

⇥ author’s notes: banner’s gonna change, summary might too! I’ve been taking so long to write pt3, so i figured i could give you guys a lil sneak peek!! hope you like!! if you haven’t yet, feel free to read pt1 & pt2 first :D tysm for being so sweet y’all ily🥰

⇥ summary: The man and the town you knew have changed, but your craving heart still beats the same.

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pt1 || pt2 || pt3

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It looks like rain when you close your bedroom door behind you. The straps of your holdall clutched tight, you walk toward the exit leisurely. You have plenty of time to get to the train station, but the small room and flat feel suffocating to you.

And in any case, it might be ideal to reach the station before it starts pouring down on you.

Setting the bag next to the living room door, you brush your fingers through your hair and then rub your tired eyes. Jungkook doesn’t say much as you walk over to the coffee table, sitting cross-legged on the couch; seemingly only snapping out of his distraction (his phone) when you speak to him.

“I told you already, but I’ll be back in around a week, okay?” You gather your things laid out on the table haphazardly, pushing your phone into the pocket of your jacket along with your lip balm, earphones and keys. “Don’t forget to water the plants, or you’ll be a triple murderer this fall alone.”

Jungkook tilts his head and smirks, and when he clicks his tongue, murmuring a “Yeah yeah”, you add, “Plants are expensive! And we need some healthy air in here.”

He allows himself one small chuckle, letting his feet fall onto the carpet. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, and you smile back weakly. And when you turn around, he finally opens up.

“Hey.”

You’d keep your smile if the foreboding hint in his voice wasn’t so obvious. Your heart slowly climbs to your throat and lingers there just to beat like a bitch when he asks, “Can we talk?”

If it was up to you, you’d have a thousand things to say that you’ve been keeping locked in your head; but what he could possibly still have to say is a mystery to you. That is, until you allow him the conversation.

“Yeah, but hurry. I really need to catch the train.”

A glance of his to the clock on the wall immediately reveals that he knows as much as you that there’s still plenty of time. But he nods, licking his lips. Pushing himself off the couch, he stands in the middle of the room, looking at the dust in the air; staring at you as you put the keyring around your forefinger.

“I need to tell you something and it’s… important,” he admits quietly.

Taking in his slow movements attentively, you think they suggest almost something like a quiet apology.

And whatever it is… You really don’t think you’re ready for it.

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author’s note: lmk if you want to be on the taglist!! pt3 is a challenging and emotional one, so i really hope i can deliver it well n it’s worth the wait<3

#jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #bts smut #bts fluff #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #bts angst #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #jungkook series #bts imagine #bts fic #jeongguk smut #jungkook

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 9 months

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SCREAMING CRYING SHAKING SOBBING THROWING UP A A A A A A H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H!!!

I WATCHED THE SEBLOS SNEAK PEEK AND WOGIRNAPFMWISKLRNBT

I'm not gonna put this part it caps but know when I tried to describe my thoughts to my sibling like 5 minutes ago I was very much freaking out. So, still not okay over this but not in caps lol.

OKAY so we know that it's not a song one of them wrote or a song they both just ~sing~ (though even though that seemed to fit we know hsmtmts tries to avoid doing that, like I mean having songs - especially songs with multiple people - just ~happen~) and it seems to be something they've been like asked to sing BUT they still like relate to? Like I'm pretty darn sure they're still feeling it 😭 xd. So we didn't escape the heartbreak that is Over Again completely but it seems like we circumvented it a bit which I am both a bit sad and EXTREMELY RELIEVED at xd. Also I'm just basing this on everyone's expressions lol

AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT ASHLYN MOTIONING CARLOS FORWARD 😭😭❤️

Also, hmm seems like we're standing in couples 👀 Mr. Mazzara and no Big Red 👀👀

Interesting 🤔

Anyway AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND SEB'S SMILE WHILE PLAYING ALONG WITH IT BEING SOMETHING THAT HAS MUSIC HAS COMFORTED/ASSURED WE SOMEWHAT BUT ALSO I AM SO SCARED

Thank you very much gonna go watch it ten times and absolutely lose my mind <3333

#hsmtmts #oasis's hsmtmts chatter #seblos #high school musical the musical the series #high school musical the musical the series season 4 #hsmtmts s4 #also I got to watch it with my sister :'D #we've always watched hsmtmts together like since episode 1 (technically we binged the first four lol) but we can't this season :'/ :(#but we were on video call so we watched it together :'D #I was trying not to freak out too much so they could hear lol #anyway <333 #I am so not prepared #and as my sibling said first thing after watching the clip: gay people are real #for real 😌😌😌#anyway xD #dying thank you <3333 #I am so not ready 😭😭❤️💔💔❤️#but also I'm not ready to lose them DD': 😭💔#still ❤️❤️🥰 gonna enjoy it while I can :')#but yeah losing my mind :))))) :D <33333

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lovingperfectionsblog · 2 years

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To be seen.

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Requested:

hi 🥰 would it be possible if you wrote something with like a reader that’s charles leclercs girlfriend and she’s like, really good at drawing but she keeps it hidden since she’s very critical of her artwork, and she starts doing these like portraits of the drivers in her own private time, like lots of them, since she has love for all of her boyfriends friends - like in a friendly, they treat me so nice way - and the reader like leaves them at places she knows the respective drivers will find them and everyone in the fandom and the paddock is like trying to figure out who does these drawings and they eventually figure out it’s her and like fluff w charles at the end when he finds out 🥰

Summary: Generally the above :D Fluffy fluff pretty much.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 2253

Authors note: My first request and I really hope I have done it justice. <3 :D

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“Jesus, it’s ridiculous how talented the fans are man” Charles commented on the drawing Pierre had hanging up in his driver’s room, “they even managed to make you look good”

“It’s amazing right?” Pierre opted to ignore to insult thrown in there by his friend, instead focusing on the drawing that had been slid under his door earlier in the day, “Max also got one, it’s got a cute little message on the back and everything too”

“Lets see?” Charles asked permission as he slightly held out his hand for his friend to pass it over, up close it was even more impressive, a simple drawing of Pierre, smiling, but somehow capturing how happy he truly was in that moment. It kind of looked like him from earlier in the day when they were all sitting in the paddock before practice having some lunch, it couldn’t be though, no fans could’ve seen them there, could they?

He turned the image over and there on the back was a gorgeous quote in his native French, in a handwriting he was so sure he recognized from somewhere but couldn’t quite place.

“Found it on the floor of my drivers’ room, assume someone had slipped it under the door while we were busy earlier” Pierre could almost sense the confusion from Charles, “maybe they gave them to one of the crew as they were walking in to give it to me”

“Max got one too?” Charles was trying to figure out how he recognised something about this picture.

“Yeah, you should ask him to show you” Pierre didn’t entirely understand all the questioning about a simple drawing of him. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen artwork of themselves done by fans before? They’d seen shoes, paintings, bookmarks, drawings, illustrations, so many TikTok’s and honestly, they’d seen so many stories written about them. Fanfic? Yeah, he thinks it was called fanfic.

God, all the smut. They’d all read some type of smut about themselves, and honestly, the fans were probably being a little bit too generous in some of those stories, but every single one of them would be lying if they said they hadn’t picked up a few tips’ ad tricks from them.

Maybe they owed a thank you to the fans?

Maybe their partners owed a thank you to the fans.

“I feel like I recognise this handwriting?” Charles thought out loud.

“How the fuck do you recognise someone else’s handwriting?” Pierre doesn’t think he could do that even if he saw the same handwriting every single day for an entire year.

“How can you not mate?” Charles shot back in defence.

“Don’t act like I’m the weirdo here” Pierre began getting up to head out of his room now that he was all packed up and ready to go, Charles following suit, “bring the drawing with you, it’s going in my house” Pierre instructed before Charles could place the drawing back.

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“Oh did you also get one of those drawings?” Lando asked as he walked up to Pierre and Charles in the paddock, walking to the Ferrari motorhome so Charles could get you so you could get back to the hotel for the night.

“No, this is Pierre’s” Charles held up the images to show the drawing of the French driver.

“Shit, how do they do it? Its so realistic” Lando took a closer look at the image, admiring the work that had gone into it.

“You got one too?” Charles inquired, curious as to how many drivers had received them now.

“Yeah, at the last grand prix”

“At the last one? Shit, how many races is this fan going to?” Pierre knew Carlos had gotten one at the grand prix before that, so they were clearly following F1 around the world with them.

“Yeah, your one would make you like the 7th driver to get one, it’s insane how like, personal they look, but in a good way” Lando informed the other two.

“Honest” Pierre and Lando nodded in agreement.

“My love” you greeted your boyfriend, walking up to the group of men after you’d grabbed your stuff to go, greeting the other two drivers too, “what’s with all confused faces?”

“oh no, just some fan has been like, leaving the most ridiculously good drawings of the drivers around, got these little quotes on the back and everything” Pierre filled you in, “no idea how it is though”

“I kind of wish I did know, I’d like to say thank you, it must have taken some decent effort” Lando really wish he did know, believing art should be credited.

“I think I’m gonna put it on Instagram, try and see if someone comes forwards, give them proper thanks, you know?” Pierre had decided this was the best thing for him to do considering all this fan had done to capture him looking this happy.

Secretly all the drivers who had received one of the drawings truly loved it, not because some fan was admiring them for being a famous F1 driver, but because they somehow captured them as people. Their entire lives were dedicated to the public persona of the F1 driver, and so to be captured in a rare moment where they could just be who they were, a normal person, was rare, and they were thankful for the small reminder that even if it was just the one person, someone saw them as more, someone saw them truthfully. It somehow reminded them that they were worth something beyond the driving.

How a drawing could do that would always escape them, but they glad it could, and they were glad they could witness it.

Pierre had since shown you the image as you were walking towards to parking lot, “I mean, there’s definitely room for improvement” you muttered as you inspected the image you had secretly drawn during lunch of your friend.

“Babe, listen, you are one of the smartest women I know, but you clearly know nothing about art if you don’t think this drawing is good” Charles laughed, opening the door for you to climb into the car.

You just rolled your eyes in return, holding your handbag that contained your sketchbook just slightly tighter.

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PierreGasly: Hey guys, a fan drew this amazing image of me today, please help me find them so I can give them a proper thanks.

Fan1: Oh my god we have to find them!

Fan2: I give the fans a day before we find them

Fan3: Ahhhhhh! Look how good he looks in it!!

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A month had gone past and still no one had found out who the fan was, but Daniel had also received a drawing at the last grand prix and Charles was wondering if this mystery fan just didn’t like him. All of the drivers in his little friend group had received one, yet he still had nothing.

Shit, was he a jealous over a drawing?

He’d sat pouting at lunch, he knew he shouldn’t care if someone didn’t like him and he knows he was acting like a child not getting a toy, but still, he wanted to see how someone else viewed him too, he wanted to be seen as just a normally person through someone else’s eye too.

He just wanted a drawing of him as well.

He wanted to be seen.

“What’s your girlfriend always writing in that little book of hers there mate?” Pierre asked, watching you lying on the grass a little distance away.

“I have no idea, she keeps that book hidden from everyone” Charles glanced over to where you were, a soft smile on his face.

You looked so happy lying in the sun, engrossed in whatever you were doing in that book you brought with you everywhere. God he was so lucky to have you. If he could sit and watch you like this for the rest of his life he’d consider his life the perfect one, never changing a thing about it.

“I’m going to go look” Pierre had mischief in his eye and Charles knew that there was no stopping him now. He also knew you wouldn’t have an issue with it, considering how close you and Pierre were.

Honestly, you were close to all the drivers, and he was beyond thankful for it. Then again, it was like that with most of the people you met. There was just something about you that drew people in, and he would know about that better than anyone.

Charles watched as Pierre snuck up to you, anticipating the fright you were bound to get, what he didn’t expect though was Pierre snatching your book and bolting back to him.

He hates that he laughed at the shock on your face, but watching you attempt to jump up and run after Pierre was objectively hysterical.

Pierre made it back to the table with you not far behind, shouting at him to give your book back as you ran after him. Suddenly the book had been chucked onto the table in front of him and Pierre was laughing as he encourage Charles top open it and see what was in it, holding you back all the while.

Charles opened the book, expecting it to be a journal of sorts, never intending on reading a word, but acting in order to play along with the chaos in front of him.

This he didn’t expect though.

There, on the first page, was him.

It was a drawing of him, smiling, driving the boat, shirtless with a bandana in his hair. He remembered that day, you’d packed a picnic for the two of you and you’d both spent the day on the ocean, laughing, soaking up the sun, just being.

The next page was another drawing of him, sitting at his piano, he could see the crease of a frown etched onto his face and he tried to learn a new piece. He hadn’t told you at the time, but he was learning the piece for you. It was a selfish act though, he just loved how you always curled up on the couch and listened to him play. He was almost certain he’d learnt how to play purely so he could play for you.

He started flipping through the entire sketch book, every single page plastered with images of him, doing the most mundane things. Cooking, drinking a glass of wine, laughing, sleeping, all private moments not even he truly ever saw, but you did, and you captured them all.

“I know they aren’t good, but I was just practicing-“ you began explaining yourself, face red from embarrassment and the impromptu wrestling match with Pierre.

“You” it was all Charles could get out.

You. You were the artist.

And here he was complaining that he hadn’t received a single drawing. You’d filled an entire sketchbook with them.

Pierre had since let you go and walked to stand behind Charles, looking over his shoulder as he flipped through the pages of the book, wanting to see what had his friend so mesmerized.

“Holy shit, did you draw all of these?” Pierre was in disbelief, how had they missed this? They all had their fans searching the internet for the fan that had captured them all so beautifully, yet here you were, right under their noses the entire time.

The blush on your cheeks was the only answer you gave.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Charles couldn’t drag his eyes away from the pages in front of him. His girlfriend did this.

Is this what people meant when they said you were able to fall deeper in love with someone? And here he thought he couldn’t fall any further.

“You see me” Charles all but whispered. He felt a tear forming, unable to shake the feeling of relief that it was his girlfriend who truly, honestly saw him.

“Of course I see you my love. You were always more than the formula one driver to me” You were shocked that he didn’t know this, and you were disappointed that you hadn’t noticed the fear he had been carrying around.

“You see me” he confirmed, finally looking you in the eye.

You leant forward placing a kiss on his forehead, him letting out a shaky breath at your touch. He felt whole. He felt like he belonged. He felt like he was home.

“I love you” you spoke against his skin, leaning back to watch him mouth ‘I love you’ in return.

After a moment of silence, Pierre cut in, “ I know you guys are having a bit of a moment here but is there any possibility of me making a request?” he sheepishly asked.

You laughed, pulling back fully to direct your attention to Pierre, nodding as you did so.

He immediately dived into a long-winded explanation of the drawing he wanted, “So, I need a drawing of Yuki right-”

Charles didn’t even hear the rest of the description, focusing solely on your smile as you listened to Pierre prattling off about what he wanted you to draw for him, as well as slyly slipping out his phone to capture his favourite drawing so far, one you had copied of a photo of the two of them that Pierre had secretly captured, both of your foreheads touching, remembering the moment vividly, the day you’d agreed to be his.

CharlesLeclerc: I guess we found our artists guys, and I’m the luckiest man to be dating her.

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hi, can I make a request for an eddie fic? Like enemies to lovers where the reader is in a classic school band which is always in a fight with corroded coffin? Thanks a lot :D

You know I hate you, right?

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader - Enemies to lovers

Warnings: swearing, Eddie and Reader being bitchy.

a/n: thank you so much, I loved this one, it's so sweet! I hope you like how it turned out!

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“If I were your wife, I would poison your coffee!” Her screeching voice fills the cafeteria.

"Oh yeah?" Eddie stands up angrily and stomps a step towards her, "If I were your husband, I'd love to drink it!"

“She doesn’t mean it.” Shrugging, Gareth leans back in denial.

“Oh, she means it.” With a shake of his head, Jeff brings his friend out of his delusion. “And I couldn’t blame her.”

“Nonsense!” Gareth denies and continues to stick to his conviction.

“Jesus Christ, I’m counting the days until I don’t have to put up with this smug behavior from her anymore.” Grumbling, Eddie sits down at the table again, seething with anger at his eternal rival, who, also seething with anger, stomps away from the table.

"And her wannabe metal look... How I'd love to rip the studs off her vest."

“I bet he’d love to rip other things off her,” Dustin whispers to Gareth, unfortunately not as quietly as he intended to, and receives a bitterly angry look from the freak.

“Never in my life! And not in a thousand years and if we were the last two people in this universe!” he explains to his young friend with a disgusted grimace.

"And now? Where should we practice now?” After a few moments of deliberation, Jeff says what everyone at the table was silently wondering. After the water damage to Gareth's house, the garage was blocked. Unless the guys at Corroded Coffin would love to practice between Laundry baskets and boxes full of books. And at the gig in three months, according to rumors, people from the music industry will also be there to scout new talents. So nothing is more important than practice right now.

“So I guess we can forget about the music room,” Gareth sighs and leans back. “Thanks to our Prince Charming here.”

Eddie shoots up next to him indignantly. “Prince Charming?” His mouth opens and closes like a fish on land, trying to counter this sarcastic remark.

“What can I do about her being like that? A stupid, bitchy, snippy, unfriendly, unempathetic, arrogant wannabe alternative bitch?”

“You don't happen to have any more negative Attributes come to mind as these …”

“Seven, it was seven,” Dustin adds to Jeff’s remark about the line-up of unnecessary adjectives.

An uncomfortable, oppressive silence falls over them as everyone picks at their food thoughtfully.

“Maybe you’ll try again. Just… nicer?” Gareth suggests after what feels like an eternity, furrowing his eyebrows, ready for another angry tirade on Eddie's part.

“Yeah, maybe you should really try charm. You know, women are into that sort of thing. Flattery, nice words,” Jeff adds.

“Oh, and how do you know what women are into?” With a very exaggerated rolling of his eyes, Eddie turns to his friend. “Besides, I doubt there is even an ounce of femininity in this … bitch. And when it does, it's buried deep under a heap of arrogance. No, before I have to deal with her again, hell will freeze over. We'll find another rehearsal room."

XXX

The Hawkins High School music club has always been a tight-knit community, a sanctuary for those who revel in the soothing melodies of classical music. Y/N, with her cello in hand, was the epitome of this world. She thrives on the sweet symphonies that echo through the club's hallowed halls. As for Eddie Munson, lead guitarist of the local metal band and self-proclaimed "Metalhead," he was about to clash with this world in ways he couldn't have imagined.

One sunny afternoon, Eddie and his bandmates strolled into the music club's headquarters, hoping to secure a practice space for the coming months. Despite Eddies reluctance and constant complaints, they managed to talk to him, convince him that this is the only way to find some place to practice. Open confrontation is what they called it. And to keep everything nice and calm, they asked Dustin to help them negotiate.

Y/N, sitting amidst her fellow cellists, raises an eyebrow at the sight of these intruders. Their leather jackets and wild hair stood in stark contrast to the elegant formality she is used to. It is clear from the beginning that Eddie and his bandmates are unwanted guests.

"We need a place to practice," Eddie declares, his voice dripping with defiance.

Dustin added, "Yeah, and we're willing to pay."

“Pay?”, Gareth asks quietly with furrowed brows and leans to Jeff.

The music club's president, a stern guy named Brandon, stares them down. "This isn't a place for your noise," he sneeres.

Y/N's fingers tighten around her cello's neck, her disdain for the interlopers growing by the second. She has always despised their kind—the rebels, the rule-breakers. To her, music was a sacred refuge, and these delinquents threatened to disrupt it. Although she secretly began to find some peace - unlike the one she knew before - in listening to Metallica or even Iron Butterfly.

Eddie, undeterred by the icy glares and piercing remarks, leans in closer to Brandon. "We won't be here forever, just a few months. We won't interfere with your precious little concerts or rehearsals."

Brandon scoffed, his eyes flicking toward Y/N as if seeking her approval. "The answer is no."

Y/N, unable to contain her annoyance any longer, speaks up. “If you won’t take no for an answer, you have to discuss with the principal. And I’m pretty sure, since you’re definitely not his favorite student, he’s on our side. So I’m afraid you have to find another way to practice your … noise.” With her hands gesturing around their instruments, she puts on a smug grin.

Reluctant Dustin tugs at Eddie's vest. “Dude, come on. We’ll find another way.”

“Yeah, go on Freaks, find another way.”, she quips and shoos them out with waving hands.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, smirking as he shoots back, slowly walking towards her, nearer and nearer with every word until their noses nearly touch, "Oh we’ll find another way, little Beethoven. And it’ll bother you even more than sharing this room with us, just because I’d love to see the regret and defeat on your nasty, little face."

The room falls silent, the tension between them palpable. Their exchange has caught everyone off guard, a brief spark of some kind of chemistry amidst the hostility. But neither is willing to admit it.

XXX

In the following weeks, Eddie and his bandmates scoured Hawkins for any available practice spaces. Everywhere they went, doors slammed in their faces, and they were met with cold rejection. It seemed the music club's word had spread like wildfire, labeling them as outcasts.

“Shit. Fucking. Bullshit.” Gareth declares, as they leave another unsuccessful negotiation. “The gig is in two months. What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know if this is a stupid idea. But… what about the hellfire club room?” Shrugging, Dustin turns to Eddie with this last resort.

“The-” Eddie takes a deep breath and clenches his hand into a fist, bringing it dangerously close to his face waving around. “The Hellfire Room? Why didn’t we think of this before?!”

Now that a new rehearsal space was found, Corroded Coffin spent every free minute practicing. Of course, to the great dismay of the music club, which was only a few rooms away. Their unruly appearance and the thunderous echoes of their music didn't sit well with the club's traditionalists. A constant battle ensued as to who is louder; Corroded Coffin with their covers of Metallica, Van Halen and Co, or the Music Club with their cello and piano version of Mendelssohn's ‘Song without words’.

One evening, Y/N is practicing with her cello alone when she hears the distant sound of an electric guitar. Curiosity piqued, she follows the music, which stops and starts playing again every now and then, paired with a string of curse words until she stumbles upon an abandoned classroom. There, she finds Eddie, his fingers dancing across the guitar strings, lost in the raw passion of his music and the frustration in not hitting the right tones.

In that moment, Y/N is captivated by the power and emotion in Eddie's playing. It is a stark contrast to the elegance of her cello, but it resonated with her in a way she couldn't explain. She leans against the doorway, silently listening, her earlier animosity momentarily forgotten.

Eddie notices her presence but doesn't stop playing. He smirks and quips, "Enjoying the noise?"

Y/N bites her lip, feeling a strange sense of connection. "It's not noise," she admits, surprising even herself. “And you’re playing it wrong.”

Before Eddie even has the chance to say a word, she continues and takes a step towards him. “Your fingers are too slow. If you would move your index finger faster from here - “ She raises her hand and mimics his hand, still wrapped around his guitar, making it easier to understand for him, “ - to here, you would get the right tone. But either way your finger is too slow, or you just simply don’t know how to actually play guitar.”

Still with furrowed brows, Eddie cocks his head. She’s not wrong. She’s absolutely right. And that bugs him.

“But actually, in my opinion, the latter is the case. Well … “

“Woah, woah, woah! Stop, little Beethoven!” He carefully lays down his guitar, then turns to her, raising his hands indignant. “So you are trying to tell me, Edward Munson, lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin, that I can’t play guitar?” Laughing contemptuously he leans forward and grabs one of the little silly pompoms hanging down from her jacket. “You don’t even know what real music is and you have the audacity to tell me how to play my guitar?”

Rolling with her eyes, Y/N brushes off his hand and sighs. “Dickhead.”, she hisses under her breath, reaching out to his guitar. Before Eddies mind has the chance to comprehend what is happening, she wraps her hand around the neck of said instrument.

“See, you play it this way.” Her fingers glide smoothly over the strings, mimicking his previous playing.

With his eyes wide in shock, he follows her actions. She is good. Really good, actually. But of course Eddie is way too proud to admit it, so he rolls with his eyes and laughs.

“And this is how it’s really done.” She continues the song, but plays the right chords. And damn, she was right. That’s why it never sounded good when Eddie was playing.

“You know, you’re really getting on my nerves, little Beethoven.” Ripping his guitar out of her hands, and pushing her outside of the room again, he desperately tries to fight against the butterflies inside his stomach. But this? Damn, without him knowing, his mind decided that this was damn sexy. And he hates himself for feeling this way.

From that day on, Y/N finds herself drawn to the abandoned classroom. She begins to bring her cello along - pretending to feel safer when she isn’t all alone in the school at night practicing-, while Eddie shreds his incredible solos. Every now and then, he even lets her play with his guitar, acting dumb and like he needs some help from her. They still exchange barbs and insults, but there is a newfound camaraderie beneath it all.

One evening, after a particularly intense jam session, Eddie looks at Y/N, who has brought her own guitar this time, his eyes softened. "You know," he begins hesitantly, "you're not half bad on that guitar of yours."

Y/N raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Coming from a Metalhead and lead guitarist, that's a compliment, I suppose."

Eddie grins and for the first time, it isn’t a taunting grin. It’s genuine, filled with a warmth Y/N had never seen before.

As the weeks pass, Eddie and Y/N's secret jam sessions continue. They are enemies turned to unlikely allies, and the more they play together, the more their mutual attraction grows. The music club's rejection has pushed them together, and in the process, they discovered a love for each other's worlds.

And the more he gets to know her, the more he realizes that she isn’t just some wannabe alternative bitch, but a real alternative bitch, listening to Metallica, Mötley Crüe and Slayer in secret. He hates to admit it, but he really starts to have a crush on her. Which, of course, his bandmates and friends start to notice.

One evening, after they played a haunting melody that blended their two musical styles, Y/N leans in, her lips brushing against Eddie's ear. "You know," she whispers and his hand automatically finds its place on her knee, "if I were your wife, I'd make you coffee every morning." What is happening? She never even dared to think about getting near to the freak, let alone imagining enjoying this intimacy she recently has with him. Her heart is beating so fast, he nearly could hear its pounding.

Eddie's heart skips a beat, and the tips of his ears start to turn into a burning red as he whispers back, "And if I were your husband, I'd drink it every day."

Carefully he lets his hand run through her soft hair only to stop at her cheek, cupping her face with his calloused hand. He feels the heat of her breath against his neck as she leans further into his touch. Their lips meet in a fiery kiss, sealing the unspoken bond that has formed between them. The enemies-turned-lovers have found their harmony, a fusion of metal and classical music that was as unique as their love story.

“You know I hate you, right?”, he whispers out of breath between kisses.

“Hell yeah,”, she answers, smiling against his lips. “As much as I hate you too.”

In Hawkins, where strange things always seem to happen, the most unexpected love has blossomed between a Metalhead and a Cello player, proving that even the fiercest enemies could become the sweetest of lovers.

xxx

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