Bro Does Anyone Write For Klitz From Girl Next Door?? Because He Is The Loml

bro does anyone write for klitz from girl next door?? because he is the loml

ed writing a letter to the love of his life

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chapter 2

When Nancy first sees the new girl, she’s immediately intrigued. She carry’s herself so confidently despite being surrounded by the different personalities that make up Hawkins. It’s when she asks her for a “new student” interview for the paper, that she talks to her for the first time.

Erin’s stood by her locker when she lays eyes on one of the most gorgeous girls she will probably ever see. She’s wearing a white button up with a vest over top, paired with a pink belt and colorful skirt. Proper prep. Then suddenly that same girl is walking towards her.

“Hi there! You’re the new girl right? I’m Nancy Wheeler. I’m with the school paper and was wondering if I could maybe interview you for a little blurb?” she said with what she hoped was a welcoming smile.

“You wanna interview me? Is this town really that boring that you wanna write about me?” she points to herself in disbelief, laughing at the ridiculousness.

Nancy looks a bit unsure of herself now, but continues on, determined to get that interview.

“I mean if you don’t want to do it that’s totally fine, but from what i’ve observed you seem pretty interesting. Well, I suppose maybe I just wanted to get to know you better.”

“Oh yeah?” she answers smirking down at her.

Nancy is looking up at her, cheeks growing hot. She’s not embarrassed. She doesn’t feel embarrassed. So why is she getting so worked up just from that. The way she said it. The way she had looked when she said it. Fingers snap in front of her face, knocking her out of her trance.

“Huh, what?”

“I said sure, i’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“Uh… the interview? The reason you walked over here?”

Realization hits. “Oh! Ha that’s right! So when did you uh wanna meet up for that? The interview I mean.” God she sounds like a bumbling idiot.

“You can come over to mine after school if you’re free. Here’s the address.” She hastily scribbles it on a scrap piece of paper from the bottom of her locker before handing it over with a wide smile.

Nancy grabs for it, accidentally brushing their fingers against each other, causing the pair to blush. She awkwardly turns away on her heels before turning back.

“Wait, I totally forgot to ask for your name”

“It’s Erin.”

“Erin. I’ll see you after school, Erin.”

“I’ll see you.” They both turn away from each other then. Unaware that they’re both smiling, counting down the minutes until they meet again.

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for the dano characters headcanon post: Pierre Bezukhov, please?'

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING PIERRE HE’S THE LOML 🤭 i’ll probs add more to this randomly so check back if you want :) request box is open btw

Pierre Bezukhov HC’s

His love language is definitely touch. This man is starved, he needs it so bad.

He needs to be near you and have a hand on you at all times.

Obviously a huge cuddler.

pssttt he likes being a little spoon. 🤫

He knows you love him but because of his past ‘marriage’ he always feels the need to prove himself worthy of you, no matter what you tell him.

Because of that past ‘relationship’ he’s weary of who he puts his trust in.

He’s very caring and loving and is ALWAYS there for you.

He drinks too much alcohol i mean he’s russian after all.

He’s never really cared for dancing unless it’s with you.

2 left feet, fr a klutz.

Snores galore. He’s a deep sleeper lmao.

Pierre is a hardcore romantic.

Always brings you flowers and gives you little gifts.

He came into his fortune unexpectedly and spends it kinda wildly, spoiling you constantly.

male wife

aemond targaryen x reader

this is a random snippet

He comes closer grabbing you by the arms to pull you towards him. Tucking his head into the curve of your neck, lavishing it with a hungry touch of his lips. You let out a soft moan, grabbing frantically at his shoulders as he makes his way around to your clavicle with a haste lick of his tongue.

Becoming restless you say, “My prince, I need more.”

“Perhaps— if your begging was more convincing” he says with the hints of a smirk.

You’re so desperate it doesn’t take you long to comply. You look him deep in his violet eye, “Please Aemond, I’d do anything.”

“Anything?” His eye lights up in satisfaction, you could’ve guessed what was to come next. “On your knees for me.”

You make your way down the length of his body never dropping your gaze from his, waiting for further instruction.

“Go on, don’t act like an innocent, you know what I want from you.”

Your hands come up to his hips to pull his trousers apart reaching for his member. You grasp it, admiring the size briefly wondering how you’ll fit him at all before glancing up to see him staring at you, lust beaming. He places his hand in your hair gently grasping before guiding your lips to their destination.

His head drops back with a gasp of pleasure as your tongue moves in circles around his tip before bringing his length further inside the warmth of your mouth. He begins to thrust in and out holding on to your cheeks getting more rough as he goes on. You choke as he pushes you down until the tip of your nose touches his skin.

He pulls you off with a pop and you worry that you’ve displeased him but any nerves you had drift away as you look to see clear enjoyment splayed across his features.

He grabs you off the ground and tosses you onto the bed.

“Don’t worry beauty, I’ll take care of you now.”