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if you ever wanna be in love: a marcus pike x f!reader series inspired by the rom-com set it up

I: coffee cures all ills

II: coincidences 

iii: going down

iv: plan b & other messes

v: lightning strikes

vi: violets

updates wednesdays (errr, tries to anyway…)

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Dustin isn’t allowed to date until his sister, Kate, does. Problem is, he already has a girlfriend. He looks for help in the most unlikely place: the Hellfire Club. (complete)

prequel | my other works | taglist

00. prologue

01. head over heels

02. good old-fashioned lover boy

03. louder than words

04. love is a battlefield

05. bad case of loving you

06. moonage daydream

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Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader Rating: T Summary: He had given Marnie your name. That was going to be a problem for two reasons: 1. He had no idea if you would ever agree to go to a family wedding with him, let alone fly from D.C. to Texas for it 2. You were just someone he knew from work. Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

she’s real | e.m.

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: dustin henderson refuses to believe eddie ‘the freak’ munson has a girlfriend.

warnings: fluff. eddie’s a lil bit insecure. probably swearing.

a/n: this was requested by @lazuli-leenabride hope you like it!! also i want to acknowledge that i’m aware a fem reader does not cater to everyone on this app and reading eddie ff and never want to exclude anyone so if you want me to post an alternate version with different pronouns and relationship terms please just let me know and i will do it asap!

“you’ve got to be kidding me.” dustin scoffs in disbelief from his place at the lunch table. “you have a girlfriend?”

his tone is condescending as he eyes eddie suspiciously. little shit.

“is that really so hard to believe, henderson?” he responds, slouching back in his chair and picking at his lunch, hoping to appear indifferent to the situation. this kid can’t know his very obvious surprise is getting under eddie’s skin. why couldn’t he have a girlfriend? he might be a bit of an outcast, a bit eccentric but he would consider himself a pretty decent boyfriend.

“is she hot?” the boy pipes up again, raising his eyebrows suggestively. this time eddie grins, replying with confidence.

“hotter than debbie harry.”

the smugness is wiped clean off eddie’s face as dustin’s brow furrows. this child will be the death of him.

“you don’t know who debbie harry is?” he exclaims, gripping the edge of the table in shock and staring the boy down. dustin turns to mike in confusion and they both shrug.

“she’s hot, okay?” he clarifies, exasperated. “and she’s kind and funny and has an excellent taste in music and you douchebags wish you had a girlfriend like mine.”

each point was made with a sharp jab of his pointer finger into the table and a subtle flinch from a couple of his companions surrounding it. he may not be proving his point by describing how amazing you are, he’s probably making it even less believable but he can’t help but brag.

dustin rises to his feet, raising his hands as though surrendering before sneaking out a quiet, “still not buying it.”

when eddie returned home that night, his frustration towards dustin and the rest of the hellfire club had come to a boiling point. why did this stupid kid find it so hard to believe eddie had a girlfriend? sure, he’s not exactly popular with the ladies at hawkins high and he doesn’t have the best reputation; the word ‘freak’ followed him around wherever he went. but those people didn’t really know him. he was capable of caring for people and enjoyed being cared for. his relationship was the best thing to happen to him and dustin had the audacity to say he’d made it all up.

flinging open the door to his trailer, the tension in his shoulders loosens slightly as he’s met with the sight of you, lounging on his sofa watching tv. your brows furrow as you take note of the slight frown gracing his lips instead of the wide, cheshire cat grin he usually greets you with.

“hey eds,” you speak softly, pouting at the look on his face. you reach for the remote to pause the tv and give him your full attention. “what’s up?”

he responds only with a long groan, dramatically throwing himself down beside you. there’s a beat of silence as he shifts fussily until his feet are dangling off the edge of the couch and his head rests in your lap.

“the boys at hellfire think i made you up.” he states with a huff, crossing his arms in a childlike manner.

you chuckle quietly, raising a hand to gently trace the bat tattoos that scatter his forearm. “that’s because you surround yourself with idiots.” your voice is placating and soft considering the words.

a small smile inches at his lips in response and, for a moment, you’re lost in how ridiculously handsome he is like this. gazing up at you with his deep brown eyes, curly hair splayed about your thighs and the corner of his pink lips pulled into a half grin. however, your thoughts are disrupted as the grin drops away into another frown.

“i’m a good boyfriend, right?”

the twinge of doubt in his voice and the way his eyes avoid yours makes your heart clench. eddie is usually obnoxiously confident, something you found so endearing about him, and seeing him in this insecure manner is a shock to the system. his friends must have really gotten under his skin.

you give his head a slight nudge with you knee, prompting him to sit up. he does so hurriedly, turning himself to face you a slight panicked look in his eye, your silence making him assume the worst.

calmly, you raise both hands to either side of his face and grip him softly, steeling his gaze to yours. you want this to be as clear a possible so his mind can’t manipulate it and find doubts.

“you are an amazing boyfriend, eddie. better than i ever could have dreamed of.” you hope the honesty is apparent on your face and the sincerity in your voice is enough to sooth him. “i am so, so proud to be your girlfriend.”

butterflies fill your stomach as you notice the pink tinge to eddie’s cheeks. his mouth raises into that face splitting smile that turns your insides to mush and a little giggle spills from his lips.

“before we were together, did you expect me to be a good boyfriend?” he asks, still smiling and leaning forward to wrap his hand around your waist and tug you closer to him.

you tilt to lean your head against his shoulder in response and nod slowly. “i thought about you as my boyfriend all the time.” you admit shyly. “would i have done that if i thought you’d be a bad one?”

he laughs joyously at your revelation, tightening his grip on you to embrace you fully. your burning cheek pressed agains his neck and you secure your arms around him. those hellfire boys are going to eat their goddamn words, he decides.

the following day he literally drags you to their campaign, desperate to see the look on dustin’s face as he realises you are, in fact, real and more amazing than eddie described.

he gestures for you to take a seat in his (slightly ridiculous) throne with a flourish of his arm and a bow in its general direction. “m’lady.”

you muster a small curtsy in response and make yourself comfortable as eddie begins to set up the game pieces and all his notes. he mumbles for a bit about how excited he is to have you watching this campaign and how he’s going to blow the hellfire club’s minds with his next plot twist. each new topic accompanied with extravagant arm movements and his face alight with that dashing smile. you make a note to come to his campaigns more often, just to see him so giddy and passionate.

he’s in the midst of explaining the new, villainous character the club is about to take on when the door flies open. dustin takes two steps into the room then freezes, the door swinging on its hinges behind him.

a smug grin takes over eddie’s face at the boys confusion as he slowly saunters over to lean against the throne, standing over you. you feel a slight blush climb your cheeks as dustin raises an accusing finger, pointing straight at you as the realisation hit. “are you…?” he trails off, hand still raised. eddie chuckles beside you.

“hey, i’m y/n. eddie’s girlfriend.”

you end up phrasing it more like a question just out of sheer bewilderment. you knew the kid wasn’t convinced of your existence but you didn’t think he’d be so obvious in his surprise.

“i’m gonna sit in and watch your game, if that’s cool with you guys?” you continue, trying to fill the prolonged silence.

dustin blinks.

“actually?” he says. he’s no longer pointing at you but still hasn’t moved a single inch. you cast eddie a concerned glance and he bites back a giggle. you nod.

“and he’s not paying you to be here or anything? he’s not blackmailing you?”

this time you both laugh out loud, the absurdity of the situation spilling from you in a short burst. you twist in your seat to look up at your boyfriend with a teasing grin.

“i don’t know.. are you paying me?”

the question is playful and eddie rolls his eyes, looking down at you, twinkle in his gaze. he presses a finger to his chin and hums, tapping, pretending to consider it.

“if your good, i’ll let you play one of your tapes on the ride home.”

you purse your lips, deliberating. “and when we get back to yours too?” you push, as though this is something you wouldn’t do for free whenever he asked. there’s a beat of silence as eddie pauses to make his decision.

“deal!” he exclaims loudly, presenting his hand to you with a dramatic flare. you giggle and shake it vigorously, always surprised by how the cold metal of his rings still raise goosebumps along your arms. eddie’s theatrics are always something you love to indulge, playing along to see where his extravagant personality will take even the most basic conversations.

“oh my god.” your attention is quickly diverted back to dustin as he stares, awestruck. “she’s real.” he breaths out, in your teasing, you’d forgotten he was even there. he says it again, louder, “she’s real!” in an instant, he turns on his heels and goes racing out the door. “mike! mike! she’s real! she’s actually real.” he yells, each word getting quieter and quieter as his voice disappears down the hallway.

“amazing!” eddie barks out, clapping his hands together, clearly very pleased with dustin’s reaction. “his face was priceless.” he laughs, moving from beside you towards the table. he fiddles with a couple of game pieces, still laughing, before he snaps back around to face you.

his smile sets off the butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks begin to burn as he hurries over to you and grasps your face in his hands, raising you to stand. “you were amazing!”

for a moment, you want to argue with him; say all you had to do was sit there and dustin provided the entertainment. but the words are stolen from your mouth as he collides your lips with his in a sweet kiss. you can’t help but smile into it as his hand moves to your lower back, smoothing down the bottom of your spine, the other remaining against your face. you grip onto his shoulders, holding him to you until you run out of breath.

you stare at him for a moment taking in his flushed features as his eyes also dance over yours. you’re still breathless as you say: “the cure.”

his eyebrows furrow, looking down at you and awaiting an explanation.

“my payment.” you explain, with a laugh. “i want to listen to the cure on the ride home.”

eddie’s face lights up and he brushes his fingers over your burning cheek. the look of sheer adoration he wears almost makes you want to shy away from him.

“anything for you.”

Part 2 now up!

Oooh, yes yes I know exactly what I want to write for these lovely Anon prompts! (edit: oh yeah, Aemond popped off in this one...I was expecting to be writing harsh words, and maybe threatening...but nah he uh kills them)

Aemond x wife!reader | crude language | protective Aemond | violence

Moonlight washed over your face, the cool night breeze rustling your skirts as you snuck outside the Keep walls. You knew he waited for you, just below the descending stone steps in front of you, awash in silver light.

You saw a figure in a cloak, hooded and tall, lithe of frame, waiting for you, his hand on the banister as he turned toward the sound of your hurrying feet. "Y/N." Your name on his tongue like honey as your husband extended his arm for you to take. "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost leaving our rooms."

"Aemond." You chided. "That's only happened once, and I had Aegon as my escort, we were both thoroughly in our cups."

"Mmhmm." He guided you swiftly down the remaining stairs, out into the open streets of King's Landing, the Red Keep a looming fortress at your backs. "You were undetected?"

"I had to navigate around some guardsmen, but yes. No one knows we're sneaking off to the fire festival." You looked up at him from under your own hood. "Why are we sneaking, Aemond?"

"Anonymity is half the fun." He mused, squeezing your arm briefly. "I'd rather enjoy the festivities with my lady without peasantry taking notice of our presence."

Firelight up ahead caught your eye. As the two of you strode forward the quiet darkened streets gave way to raucous revelry. Small folk laughing and cheering as fire dancers whirled and spat flame. There was an open pavilion with a makeshift stage whereon actors flounced about in comedic costumes. Bussers carrying platters of drink and food navigated their way through the chattering crowd. The smell of baked goods and sweet delicacies teased your nostrils as you inhaled, sharing a smile with Aemond.

Aemond did not release his grip on you the whole time you indulged in as many festival activities as you could. At all times he had a hand gripping your cloak fabric or tangled his fingers with your own. More often than not, he would watch your face rather than the performances of the acrobats and fire eaters. You would be gazing at them open mouthed in wonder at their skill, then your eyes would flick to Aemond's face, and he would be studying your expression with a soft half-smile upon his curved lips, the firelight reflecting in his lilac eye.

As the night wore on, your feet began to ache despite the support of your leather boots. You were loath to leave, even as the crowd began thinning and the booths of food slowly turned in their wares.

A group of men, huddled together near a mossy stone wall, caught your attention as one of them said Aemond's name in a gruff voice. His fellows erupted into laughter at whatever he'd just said about your husband, and your fists curled into instinctive fists. Aemond's hand at your waist indicated he heard it too, and you glanced up to see he was staring at ground, his lips firmly pressed together as he concentrated on overhearing their conversation.

You both didn't have to strain your ears overmuch as the next words were clear to be heard, spoken in a deep drunken drawl. "He's lucky to have landed a lady like her."

His friends grunted in agreement.

Another man spoke up in a reedy voice. "Landed?" He scoffed. "Bedded is more like. What I wouldn't give to get a piece of her."

You noticed Aemond had stilled so completely, he had stopped breathing as his narrowed eye flitted to the huddle of men.

"Man like that Aemond Targaryen. Missing an eye and all that and still gets between the legs of something like her." A rail-thin man took a derisive swig from a bottle. "I would give her a good fucking and she'd be able to stomach my face."

"Get bent Tarful." His companion growled, pushing the thin man on the shoulder. "I'd love me the chance to put a bastard in her belly though."

"Aemond no!" You hissed, grabbing onto your husband's cloak but to no avail. The fabric was wrenched from your grip as Aemond strode forward, throwing back the hood of his cloak as he unsheathed his sword.

There were three of them, inebriated as they were, and only one of Aemond. You crouched to the ground, feeling around for a loose stone, anything that could be used as a weapon should the need arise.

The men didn't take note of Aemond's presence until he was almost upon them.

"What the shit?"

"Who the-"

"Oh, hells take me."

Horrified recognition slid across their faces as they took in the sight of Aemond's livid face. The prince stood rigid, a hand behind his taut back as he pressed the point of his sword into the eldest man's throat.

"You dare speak of my wife in such a manner." Aemond could barely speak for the overwhelming rage constricting his throat. "You dare have such vile thoughts about her."

His long silver hair shone under the moon, cascading down his back and over his shoulders, his violet eye aflame, clearly indicating who he was even to the drunken men before him.

The reedy man reached for a small dagger at his belt, drawing it and stepping toward the enraged prince.

"Foolish." Aemond seethed, barely glancing at him as his sword flashed in a blur of movement.

A spray of blood, the man crumpled. You gasped, looking away as you covered your mouth.

"Y/N. Leave." Aemond commanded, his tone still hard and imperious. "Head back to the Keep. I will catch up with you."

"Aemond..."

"Go!"

You scrambled upright, running across the deserted courtyard, only glancing back once to see the remaining two men cowering before the Targaryen prince, his long sword still extended, now dripping red.

Few others were still in the streets, and they paid you no mind as you hurried away, back up the hill to the Red Keep. Your stomach twisted with the memory of those men's violating words, and the sound of that body hitting the cobblestones with dull finality.

Aemond was gentle and kind when he was with you. You almost forgot he had the blood of Old Valyria coursing hot through his veins. His fury scared you as much as it thrilled you. You had never before seen this side of your husband. Now you understood a little better why the Targaryens were so feared and respected, the words of their family running through your mind.

Fire and blood.

Comedy of Errors Pt. 1

Based off this post, I had to write a short drabble haha it's been eating at my brain ALL DAY.

Part 2 here

Aemond x drunk!reader | hilarity ensues

You were very drunk.

It wasn't often you indulged, but tonight Aegon had successfully persuaded you to down goblet after goblet of wine until the hour grew late and your vision swam before your bleary eyes.

Your husband, throwing a last exasperated look to his elder brother, helped you rise from the table. "Y/N, put your arm around my shoulders. No, my shoulders, Y/N."

With a long-suffering sigh, Aemond grabbed your limp wrist, pulling your arm over his shoulders himself. You giggled madly, egged on by Aegon's tipsy cackles. It was just the three of you remaining in the dining hall, Helaena had long since made her escape back to her chambers.

It was with difficulty Aemond maneuvered you both around the oaken table and to the door. "Good night you two!" Aegon called after your retreating forms, raising another full cup to toast a farewell, sitting now alone inside the firelit hall.

Aemond had indulged in one glass of wine, switching to water for the rest of the evening. He had watched with increasing alarm at how quickly you'd inhaled each refill of your own drink, casting warning glares to his brother whenever Aegon refilled your cup enthusiastically.

You were having a tough time walking, much less being able to see the details of where you were being led. Your voice slurred as you tried to speak to the man helping you to your rooms. "I can quite manage on my own, thank you oh generous lord...lady...whoever you are." You ran a hand along Aemond's chest letting out a giggle. "Lord it is. You're a man."

"Last time I checked." Aemond said dryly, hoisting you back upright as your knees buckled slightly, opening the door to your shared bedroom and guiding you through before relinquishing his hold on you. "I am also your husband."

You collapsed onto the couch. "My husband." You smiled dreamily; eyes taken in by the dancing flames of the fireplace. "My husband is a dragon, you know."

"Is he indeed." Aemond crouched before you to unlace your shoes, smiling slightly as you continued.

"Oh yes." You lifted a heavy foot to aid in the removal of your shoes, your feet aching. "He's tall, like this tall." You raised a limp hand into the air above your head. "His hair is gorgeous. It's ridiculous really, he refuses to tell me the secret."

"Mhm. Go on."

"Yeah...so silky and long...it's not fair. He's smart, like book smart you know?" You tapped your temple with a finger.

"I do." Aemond was making a valiant effort to keep a straight face as he looked up at you from the rug, kneading small circles into the arch of your foot.

"He's brave, he rides Vhagar." You lowered your voice to a whisper at the dragon's name. "The biggest lizard in all the world."

Aemond laughed loudly at that, his voice filling the room. "Does he now? Sounds like quite a man."

"Oh he is." You laid back against the cushions, sighing dreamily, a little trickle of drool running down the corner of your mouth. "He is absolute magic in bed." You sat up again suddenly, swaying as your vision spun. "His cock is about the size of a Pentosi-"

"I think," Aemond interrupted, wiping your mouth with his thumb. "It is quite time for bed, don't you?"

"Mmm, bed." You agreed, trying to stand only to fall back against the sofa, laughing helplessly.

"Here, my love." Aemond, ever patient with you, sat you upright, reaching around your waist to pull at the laces of your dress.

You slapped his hands away, a frown upon your flushed features. "No, no, no, for my husband only."

"Y/N I-"

"No, his hands only touch." You gestured to yourself before raising your arms like a marionette doll. "Help me to bed, Clive."

"I'm having words with Aegon tomorrow." Aemond murmured, knowing that arguing would be useless as he helped you stand and make your stumbling way to the bed.

He tried once more to assist you out of your heavy gown, but you hit at his chest weakly with loose fists. "I'll tell my husband of this behavior; he'll have something to say to you when he finds out."

"Of that, I have no doubt." Aemond sighed, relenting as you shook a stern finger at the bedpost.

You collapsed upon the feather mattress, curling in on yourself as Aemond tucked you into the blankets. He surreptitiously loosened the lacings of your corset so you could at least breathe properly as you slept.

It was not long before your breathing slowed, and you fell into deep slumber.

"That is going to be a hangover sent straight from the seven hells." He muttered, leaning over your sleeping form to place a kiss to your head.

Aemond elected to sleep on the couch that night, fearing you'd wake and panic, thinking a stranger...this mysterious "Clive"...shared your bed. He stoked the fire one last time before changing and settling down under a thin throw blanket. He watched your still body for a time, listening to the occasional soft snores that left your slack mouth, until he too fell into a dreamless sleep, a slight smile still upon his lips.

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 15k

Summary:  The popular girl mingling with the school’s freak should have been outrageous. Yet you chose him as a quick escape from reality because he seemed to be the only person able to give you what you needed. You had no idea that the escape he offered you would turn into something so much more complicated.

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, drugs, feels, lots of words

Available on: AO3

Sequel: Part 2

A/N: Okay this author’s note is a little longer but please take the time to read it! When I started this I just wanted to write a small smut fic but Eddie somehow started to have a life on his own and wanted to get feelings and character development in here. I know that 15k words is very intimidating, especially for people like me with a short attention span. Here on Tumblr, you have the whole fic in one go. The chapters are seperated with bold and italic lyric parts so you can just read one part and take a break if necessary. For more reading comfort I would recommend you to check the AO3 link above, I seperated this into actual chapters on there cuz it’s easier to do than here on Tumblr. Enjoy!

Everybody wants to know If we fucked on the bathroom sink How your hands felt in my hair If we were high on amphetamines

“Fuck,” you moaned and the fist in his long hair got even tighter.

He didn’t seem to mind at all.

You had no idea how you ended up here. You were supposed to cheer on the basketball team with your friends, support the cheerleading squad because your best friend was currently a member there.

It was supposed to be a fun night.

And yet you were here in the men’s bathroom furthest away from the gym and the game.

With Eddie Munson.

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