#adam reed x reader

[joelslegalwhre]

Look how cool this is

paring ⁀➷(adult) adam reed x (pregnant)fem!reader

word count ⁀➷ 1.2k

summary ⁀➷ You never had the chance to go to the cinema and see your favourite movie in 2022. But travelling back in time with Adam you get a second chance, and your baby bump turns out to be the perfect cup holder.

warnings ⁀➷ pregnancy, light swearing, mention of adoption as a joke, some logical things (might not be like in the movie), they’re going to watch Top Gun

a/n ⁀➷ YES THANK YOU ANON. I got the idea when i watched fantastic beasts 3 in cinema and couldn't get it out of my head. (If this was a drinking game for „Adam" you'd be super drunk once you finished, sorry for the 3 567 „Adam"s)

Also if anyone knows ANY good fic or whatever with adam pls tag me, i need content.

„Adam?!" you shouted through the forest. Did he tell you to stay hidden until he comes back? Yes. But was your bladder going to give up any minute? Also yes. So you were definitely not going to listen to your husband.

Meanwhile, Adam was in the shed, searching for something he had left there the first time he came back. Hawking's barks could be heard in the distance and all his hope of getting in and out of the house without his younger self noticing, were blown into the wind. Not a moment later, the smaller version of himself opened the door.

„Hi." he grinned from one ear to the other. „Hey.“ Adam said, while still looking for his wallet, he had left last time, in case he needed money.

His card was definitely of no use in 2022.

„I hid it under one of the couch cushions." young Adam pointed to where the old couch was, mostly covered in webs. Adam turned around, lifted the cushion and grabbed his wallet.

„It was safer there, than in one of the boxes."

„Yeah, yeah." Adam grumpily gave him a look. Hawking was wiggling his tail, happy to see not only one but two Adams.

„Adam!" you shouted as you reached the garden. It was amazing. You knew Adam's house from pictures, but it was even more wonderful in real life and with so much life in it. The baseball was lying under one of the big ferns, the door to the kitchen standing wide open… shit. The door to the kitchen was standing wide open.

Oh shit, shit, shit. Your hand started stroking your baby bump, trying to calm down.

You looked around. There was no one to be seen, but you were listening for just the smallest noise. „Adam?" you now whisper yelled.

Where has he gone?!

You found the rather big shed, a little offside of the house. Quietly approaching it, you knew Adam used to have a dog, you still listened for noises.

„Babe?“

Adam opened the door to the shed.

„Ugh, goddamn Adam. My heart almost stopped." you still whisper yelled, holding one hand to your heart. He grinned and came towards you. Adam gently placed his hands on your shoulders. „Sorry, are you okay?"

„Yeah, you're lucky I love you." you joked. Adam bent down to place a kiss on your lips, while you were still smiling into the kiss.

„Who is-. Woah.“

The both of you immediately parted by the sudden voice. Adam rolled his eyes in annoyance, before he turned around. Right then, Hawking started barking, wanting some attention from both Adams.

„Couldn't you have wai-„

„Hawking! Zip it!,, they both shouted in annoyance at the same time.

„Couldn't you have, I don't know, just stayed in there?" he sarcastically and most of all annoyedly asked, pointing to the shed with an exaggerated gesture.

„Don't be so rude.“

You turned to the smaller version of him, lightly pushing your husband aside to see Adam better. „Hi, I'm y/n." you smiled. He came closer, but his eyes couldn't decide whether to look you in the eyes or to stare at your stomach.

„She is beautiful.“ Adam whispered to your Adam.

„And she is pregnant." he added, as if he needed to point it out. Adam tilted his head to the side, giving him an „oh really" look. You just chuckled and smacked Adam's shoulder.

„Hi, I'm Adam." he finally said and held his hand out. „Hey Adam. Nice to meet you. Again.“ He chuckled at your comment, and you just winked with a smile.

„Alright, okay." Your Adam grumpily interrupted. „He's cute." you said, turning to your husband. „He's me.“

„You're cute too." Little Adam followed your little spat with a huge smile.

Your Adam now looked at his watch, his eyes widening. „Shit."

„What's wrong?" you asked, brows furrowed. „The movie starts in less than an hour. If we don't go now, we'll miss it." Adam grabbed your hand, and dragged you through the garden to the house.

With young Adam right on your heels.

„Wait, wait Adam. What movie?" He stopped, tuned to you and exhaled. „I wanted it to be a surprise, but this moron needed to stare at my wife for ages."

„Hey.“ Adam protested. „Technically-“

He was interrupted by his older self. „You always wanted to see the new Top Gun when it was still in cinemas. And we missed it, so I'm taking you now to see it." Your eyes were watery when he finished. „Really?"

„Yes baby, really.“ Adam smiled and pecked your lips. „Now get your pretty ass moving and follow me.“

You squeaked and grabbed your husband's hand. „I love you, Adam."

„I love you too, baby." he smiled.

„But Adam?" you quickly said. „Yeah?"

„I need to pee really bad." you innocently grinned. „Well, you're lucky this house has got a toilet." he winked. „Let's go,".

„You too, loser!" Adam shouted to his younger self. You chuckled and stuck your hand out, for little Adam to take it.

Holding both Adam's hands felt strange and so normal at the same time. Almost like he was your child. As if you've travelled to the future instead of the past. A funny thought, considered that you'd basically hold the hand of a little version of Adam, just like now. A smile crept on your lips, and you stroked Adam's hand with your thumb.

„Alright, we have seats 10, 11 and 12. Row H." Adam coordinated the three of you to the seats. Little Adam went ahead of you and was already sitting down on his seat, while you and Adam put the drinks in the cup holders. You handed little Adam his Popcorn and plopped down on your seat next to your husband.

„Ugh, your baby is getting heavy, dude." you exhaled as you could finally rest. „Sorry, dude." Adam mocked you, which made you chuckle. „You know, what," you said, looking over at little Adam. „He's probably only here because he secretly always wanted to watch the movie in cinema. I'm just a pretext.“ He chuckled and put a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

„Adam." you whispered. „Hey look.“ You poked his arm.

„What?"

"Look how cool this is." You, almost proudly, smiled at him. Your belly had the perfect size to work like a table when you were sitting. Your drink was resting on it, being held by leaning against your chest. „Like a freaking cup holder" Adam said and copied your grin.

You raised your brows in amazement and nodded.

Adam chuckled, „How on earth do I even deserve you?" he asked with a loving smile. You turned your head to face him, when he kissed the tip of your nose. „Have you seen yourself?" you asked with a smile, „l've married the man anyone could just dream of.“

„l don't need to look at myself. I've got you. And you're all I need to see."

„Could you maybe do that," little Adam gestured with his hand, „after the movie, please?" He turned back to the screen, and put another handful of popcorn in his mouth.

„Sorry." you chuckled.

„Oh as if I care about what I say." your Adam beefed.

Putting one hand on your baby bump, he gently began stroking it with his thumb. „If this baby turns out like me there, we have no other option but to give it up for adoption." he dryly joked. „Adam." you slapped his shoulder but grinned at your husband.

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#e writes #adam reed #adam reed fic #adam reed x fem!reader #adam reed x reader #ryan reynolds #ryan reynolds x reader #ryan reynolds x fem!reader #fluff #pregnant #pregnant!reader #the adam project #the adam project x reader #joelslegalwhre's masterlist

[spaceagebachelormann]

MARS CAN I HAVE HCS FOR DOING UR MAKEUP WITH THE DUCKS <333333

PLSPSLOSLSLSLSÑSLSPSLSÑSLÑSJSLDLSJSKS ILYSM KSBDND

doing ur makeup with the ducks !

✧ warnings: none!

✧ characters included: charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, fulton reed, connie moreau, guy germaine, julie gaffney, ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

✧ additional info: can be read as romantic or platonic! readers gender isn’t explicitly specified but is supposed to be fem

✧ m.list — nav.

ೃ༄ charlie conway

he’s. very interesting about it

he’ll mainly just sit and watch cause he doesn’t know what else to do but will ask questions

“omg what’s this” and it’s probably mascara

even though he’s a guy u would think he knows that

he’s not mean about it or anything, he actually asks a lot of questions because he’s genuinely interested

ೃ༄ adam banks

i have a hc he has an older sister so he actually knows what a lot of the bottles are

he’d let u test lipsticks on his arm <3

and if u wanted his honest opinion on how ur makeup looks he may or may not be able to give it 😭 but if he thinks it looks bad he’ll hesitate for like 5 mins before finally saying “you look a little crazy.. i’m sorry”

and he’d let u put some on him for funsies

ೃ༄ lester averman

he’d talk non stop the whole time u do ur makeup

it’s like 40% questions and 60% random nonsense

it’s entertaining though because he knows all the gossip and has fun facts that are actually terrifying

he’d wanna try to put makeup on u but u don’t let him cause he’ll fuck up 💕

and if u get up to go to the bathroom or just to get something u come back and bro looks like a clown

ೃ༄ fulton reed

despite the fact he’s very silly and chaotic and always has something to start yelling about he actually likes the peacefulness of when ur doing ur makeup

it’s like a little free period for him cause he can get hw done, sleep, just sit there and talk normally, etc

ofc cause he’s a Teenage Boy he’d probably make fun of u a little but he’s overall amazed by the process and how long a full face takes

and also would ask u to tell him whatever gossip yk and his responses are so funny

“so yk chelsea?—” “OHH THE ONE WHO GOT PREGNANT??? YEAHHH” “apparently the dad is j-“ “JAKE??? I FUCKING KNEW IT.”

ೃ༄ connie moreau

i feel like she’s one of those girls who only wears like mascara and lipgloss (not cause she’s a pick me but because she doesn’t know how to do anything else)

will ask u to do hers for her! and teach her how to do stuff like blush and eyeliner since she doesn’t know how but rlly wants to learn

and she also compliments ur makeup every 2 mins

“omgg u look gorgeous!” “connie babes i haven’t even put anything on yet” “and? <3”

ೃ༄ guy germaine

says things like “you look so pretty” or “that looks so cool? omg?” every 2 seconds

he genuinely thinks ur the greatest at doing makeup

and he also let’s u test lipsticks on his arm

i feel like he’d ask u to put eyeliner on him just cause he wants to see what it looks like on him <3

also his hands are probably really steady for some reason?? so if u have shaky hands hed help u put stuff on

ೃ༄ julie gaffney

100% curls ur lashes for u if ur also terrified of the lash curler

does hers with u even though she doesn’t rlly use concealer and foundation and skin stuff cause she washes her face every day <3

but she’d know how to use literally everything and is fucking amazing at it and can help u with whatever u want

would ask u to help her choose colours if she decides to have colourful eyeshadow

let’s u paint her nails <3

ೃ༄ ken wu

i’m ngl he probably just sits there and watches

probably uses the time to just talk about whatever

and if y’all have classes together he asks for help with hw 😭

“so what’s number 4 again??” “oh it’s 13 over 6” “ty!!”

he’d also start organizing ur makeup for funsies and brings u snacks and water if he gets bored

ೃ༄ dean portman

will look through literally all ur makeup for funsies

and also asks a shit ton of questions

would probably say “that’s so girly 😹🫵” as a joke but he’s actually rlly intrigued and likes watching u do it

hands u whatever u need but u probably have to explain it to him and he grabs it at the last second to be a bitch

“can u hand me the lash curler?” “the what” “that curvy thing that looks like a little science tool” “wtf r u talking about” “oh my god let me—“ “OHHH U MEAN THIS”

sometimes he actually has no idea wtf u mean though

ೃ༄ luis mendoza

knows what everything is cause as we all know this MAN WHORE has had like 400 gfs

would suggest different lip colours to do

will 100% rizz u up while ur putting on lip gloss or lipstick

“i like that colour, u should kiss me so we can both have it” “that wasn’t smooth at all”

he also makes jokes like the little comedian he is (compares random people to random shit)

ೃ༄ dwayne robertson

he’s like adam but more talkative

would try to guess what everything is used for and like very rarely gets it right

but when he does he gets so excited

he’d do ur hair while u do ur makeup so u don’t have to after

WOULD PLAY COUNTRY MUSIC IN THE BG.

#lizorious meow meow 🤍🤍🤍 #mars silly little mutuals <3 #the mighty ducks #tmd #charlie conway #adam banks #lester averman #fulton reed #connie moreau #guy germaine #julie gaffney #ken wu #kenny wu #dean portman #luis mendoza #dwayne robertson #tmd x reader #the mighty ducks x reader

[beachy-writer]

||The Mighty Ducks|| Charlie Conway X Reader||What Charlie’s like as a boyfriend||

Requested by: No one :)

He is so sweet

He always takes you to go roller blading for dates in the summers and skating in the winters

He loves to study with you at the diner his mom works at

He loves to cuddle

Like he won’t let you get out of bed in the mornings

You play for the ducks and when Charlie quit the team because of Orion you were right there next to him

He was so thankful that you stayed by him

You love to do his hair

You always go out to show his mom the master piece that you’ve created

She always love them

Charlie and the boys of the team have sleepovers at Adams house and he NEVER stops talking about you

It gets to the point where they start hitting him with pillows😂

You, Connie and Julie have sleepovers too at your house

They always want to hear about you and Charlie

But you’re more interested to see what’s happening in Julies love life

They both dismiss it and say you should call the boys so you can talk to Charlie

“Oooo~ Y/nnnn let’s call Charlieeee” Connie always says in a joking tone

“Why don’t you call Guy?~” you retort

In the mornings the team meet up and have breakfast together at the diner

Charlie always sweeps you away from the group and you two end up walking in the park or by the river

The way Charlie asked you out was before the junior Goodwill finals

“Hey Y/n can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Yeah sure what’s up?”

“So um…I know I’m not playing today but if we win…will you uh…go on a date with me?”

“We’ll see;)”

Obviously you were gonna say yes either way

He got kinda confused so he asked Julie what you meant

“Of course she likes you🙄”

He did that little fist pump thing that he did in the third movie

He took you out for ice cream

He loves to listen to music with you in his room

His love languages are definitely physical touch and quality time

You two met when you were one of the added players from Team USA

“She’s not bad…” Charlie said to Connie.

“Um hey, Y/n right?” He came up to you after the practice.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m Charlie Conway, the captain” he introduced.

“Nice to meet you captain Conway”

He just smiled as Y/n walked away and joined Connie and Julie.

#charlie conway #charlie Conway x reader #the mighty ducks #oneshots #wattpad #dating #dating Charlie Conway #mighty ducks #hockey #bombay #guy germaine #adam banks #fulton #fulton reed #les averman #connie moreau #julie gaffney

[gracescor3]

Hello, my name is Grace and I am a fanfiction writer. I am new to writing and I kind of enjoy it when I have time to do it.

The Umbrella academy

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves (Platonic)

Five Hargreeves (NO SMUT)

Klaus x Dave

Alison Hargreeves (Platonic)

Ben Hargreeves (Any season)

Marvel

Tony Stark’s daughter x Character

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson (Platonic)

Loki x Mobius (No smut)

Stucky

Sam Wilson (Platonic)

Rebelde (Translated in English)

Andi Agosti

Rebelde x you

Other Characters I write for

Micheal Bryce (Ryan Reynolds)

Nolan Booth (Ryan Reynolds)

Adult!Adam Reed (Ryan Reynolds)

Courtland Gentry!Six (Ryan Gosling)

Lloyd Hansen (Chris Evans)

Steve Kemp (Sebastian Stan)

Jack Sparrow (Johnny depp) (NO SMUT)

Ledger!Joker (Heath Ledger)

AUs I write for (So far)

Mafia!Stucky

Dark!Stucky

SD/SDBF!Stucky

SDBF!Bucky

Secret Relationship!Any character listed

Secret admire!Any character listed

Avengers!Bucky/Steve

Tattoo Artist!Bucky/Steve

Rape ; Underage Sex ; Piss ; Scat ; Being used as human bathroom ; Abusive Bucky/Steve/Any Character unless it’s past abuse from someone else; Pedophilia ; Pederast ; Blood Related Incest ; Suicide ; Self Harm ; (More may be added)

My request are open!

Please be 18+

#steve kemp x reader #mafia! stucky #jack sparrow x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barns x reader #hargreeves siblings #lloyd hansen #courtland gentry #adam reed #nolan booth #michael Bryce #ledger!joker #andi agosti #rebelde #sam wilson #stucky #lokius #thor odinson #loki laufesyon x reader #step dads bestfriend #secret relationship #bucky barnes #tony starks daughter

[lunarfleur]

୨⎯ The Mighty Ducks ⎯୧

Ken Wu

Just Can’t Say It (gender neutral)

Dating Headcanons (gender neutral)

Dean Portman

Rock N Roll (gender neutral)

Fluff alphabet (gender neutral)

Waiting (gender neutral)

Horror, Kisses, and Cuddles (gender neutral)

Sweet Kisses (male reader)

Lester Averman

General Headcanons

Kiss me, you fool! (Gender neutral)

Literature and Love (gender neutral)

Charlie Conway

I don’t want to fight (gender neutral)

Fluff alphabet (gender neutral)

Dwayne Robertson

Dating headcanons (gender neutral)

Darlin’ (gender neutral)

Speechless (gender neutral)

As Long As You’ll Have me (gender neutral)

Adam Banks

Rich Boy (no pronouns used but this is x girly reader!)

Denial Is A River In Egypt (gender neutral)

Every Single Adam Banks Thought I Have (no pronouns used!)

Game Congratulations (gender neutral)

Fulton Reed

It Was All The Same (male reader)

Dating Hcs (gender neutral)

Roller Skates (male reader)

Poly! Dean Portman and Fulton Reed

Dating Hcs (gender neutral)

Don’t Touch Our Goalie (male reader!)

Headaches (male reader!)

Miscellaneous

MTBI personality types

#the mighty ducks #kenny wu my beloved #charlie conway #gordon bombay #greg goldberg #fulton reed #adam banks #guy germaine #dean portman #lester averman #jesse hall #luis mendoza #dwayne robertson #x gender neutral reader

[redpool]

It is genuinely so weird scrolling through the wrestling fanfiction tags, you guys write fanfiction for Australian wrestlers that I know personally. I went to so many little shows that Duke Hudson, Rhea Ripley, Bronson Reed, Adam Brooks, Robbie Eagles and Buddy Matthews wrestled at, to the point when they recognised me anytime I was at a show. And I am irl & online friends with some of them too.

#duke hudson #rhea ripley #bronson reed #adam brooks #robbie eagles #buddy matthews #aew #wwe #wwe x reader #aew x reader

[tonyspank]

I WANNA BE YOURS

Summary: Months after admiring the girl from afar, you finally begin your relationship together.

Warnings: smut and idk…

Words: 9.3k

A/N: Longest imagine ive ever wrote. So please bare with me i did not edit or revise this

Vada Cavell x Footballer!GP! Reader

You walk through the crowded hallways, a black bookbag hanging off your shoulder. You look around and see the people you know, and those you don't. You make your way to your classroom, immediately recognized by your best friend. "There she is!" He shouts from his seat, raising his hands in the air.

"Ethan... it's like eight in the morning. Why are you shouting?" He laughs and pats the seat next to him. You take your seat and start to unpack your bag. "Coach cancelled practice for today. Something about giving us time to mentally prepare for the game."

You raise an eyebrow in surprise. "That's so unlike him." Ethan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but I'm not complaining. It's nice to have a day off."

"Wanna hang out after school?" You ask, placing your notebook on your desk. The brown-haired boy leans into his chair, a smug smile on his face. "No, can do."

A smile makes its way on your face. "What's that look for?"

He shrugs, "Oh, nothing. It's just that Mia Reed and I are going to this Taylor Lift concert together."

You snort at the mess up of the Singer's name. "You mean Swift?" He rolls his eyes. "Yes, that's what I said, Taylor Swift." You shake your head, amused. "Just don't make that mistake in front of Mia."

Ethan has had a crush on Mia since middle school. But he's always been too scared to talk to her, so he'd always comment and support her dance videos on Instagram. He would often try to find ways to run into her, but he could never find the courage to talk to her.

"Wait," You furrow your eyebrows, turning to Ethan completely. "How did you even finesse a date with Mia Reed?" Ethan smiles and shrugs. "What do they say again? Drunk words are sober thoughts?"

You shake your head and laugh. "I was drunk out of my mind during Max's spring break party, and then I saw Mia... and I just went for it." You had seen Mia around school but had never actually talked to her.

You were surprised that she even agreed to go out with him. Ethan could be surprisingly daring when he wanted to be. "You're a brave guy," he holds up a finger. "A brave drunk guy!"

"Also you'd never believe who else I seen at Max's party." "Who?" you asked, curious. He grinned, "Fucking baby Adam Sandler, Vada!"

You stared in disbelief. "You're such a liar." He shakes his head, sitting up in his seat. "Bro! I swear to god! She was there! In her oversized clothes and everything."

You narrowed your eyes at him, still skeptical. He laughs at your facial expression, "Maybe if you had gone then you could've seen yourself." He says in a sing-song tone.

You shake your head and turn away, still unconvinced. He laughs again, "Well, believe me, or not, I'm telling the truth." He shrugs.

Your teacher then walks into the classroom. You glance back at him, trying to figure out if he's telling the truth. He winks at you and turns away, leaving you unsure. As your teacher brings the lesson your mind wanders off.

Vada Cavell, whose last name you only found out due to her Instagram page. Kind of like Ethan, you've been liking Vada for a while but never built up the courage to talk to her or ask her out.

It's been months of admiring her from afar. She was beautiful in person and you found yourself totally mesmerized by her. You liked the way she dressed, unbothered by how anyone else thought of it, you liked the way her smile lit up the room.

You just had to talk to her, but you hesitated. You felt like you could never measure up to her. You wondered if she could ever like you, too.

You only seen Vada talk to her friends from the beginning of the year. It was Nick, Mia, and Quinton. You felt like an outsider, not part of their group.

You were too shy to approach her, and you were afraid of getting rejected. You also felt like you were the total opposite of Vada's type, so you decided to stay on the sidelines and admire her from a distance. You wanted to get to know her but you weren't sure how to start a conversation.

The rest of the day went by fast. Before you knew it you were back home, greeted by your cat and your mom. "Hey, honey. You're home early."

Your mom speaks up from the kitchen, while your cat rubs itself against your leg. Taking off your jacket and bookbag, you smile and reply. "Yeah, coach cancelled practice." You give your cat a few scratches before heading off to the kitchen to join your mom.

"Really? That's surprising." You laugh, peeking into the pot your mom was stirring. "Yeah, that's what I said."

"What are you making?" you ask, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "Spaghetti." She smiles, adding stuff to the pot. You feel a wave of warmth wash over you as the familiar smell of your mom's cooking fills the kitchen.

You watch as she expertly moves around the kitchen, adding ingredients to the pot. "I have to work late tonight, so I figured I'll start dinner early." She stirs the contents and you can smell the delicious aromas wafting from the pot. She gives you a smile, and you are grateful that she is willing to take the time to make dinner for the both of you.

"Ma, you should be resting. I can cook dinner." She waves her hand at you dismissively. "I want to do this. After all, it's my job to take care of you."

She pours some more ingredients into the pot, and the smell of the food intensifies. "What if I got a job? So you don't have to work late shifts anymore?" You suggest, a frown on your face.

She pauses for a moment, before shaking her head. "No, you need to focus on your studies and football. You worked hard for your starting spot, honey." She smiles sadly at you, before stirring the pot and humming a song.

She stops, "Now, go take a shower. It's almost finished." You nod and walk away, feeling a bit defeated. You know she only wants the best for you, but it's still hard to hear. You take a deep breath and head for the bathroom.

You take a long shower, letting the hot water wash away the disappointment. You remind yourself that you are doing your best and that will have to be enough.

Taking a deep breath, you step out of the shower and head back into the kitchen. After eating dinner with your mom, you begin scrolling through Instagram and TikTok. You soon find yourself laughing at memes and videos, allowing yourself to forget the stresses of the day for a few moments.

Hours pass and you soon realize it's time for bed. You turn off your phone and crawl into bed, just as you're about to drift off to sleep, your phone dings. It was a message from Ethan.

ethan - best fucking concert ever

ethan - im officially a swiftie

ethan - taylor's songs are anthems for my life. everything she does is iconic. she's my queen.

you - i'm guessing it went well with mia?

ethan - well? it went amazing bro

ethan - she wanted to hang out tmr but she has plans w adam sandler

you - oh thats a shame

ethan - omg i jus got the best idea evr

you - which is

ethan - A DOUBLE DATE

you - ethan no.

You place down your phone, and it vibrates from the amount of messages you're receiving. You lay back down, but of course, your phone starts ringing. And it's Ethan, obviously.

You sigh, but you pick up the call anyway. "Listen to me! It's a great idea!" He shouts through the speakers of your phone, You groan and roll your eyes, but you can't help but be amused. You reply, "Okay, I'm listening."

Ethan begins to explain his idea in more detail, "Okay look! If I text Mia, right now saying what if me and you both go to the arcade with them, she'll be like sure! Then that means I get to hang out with Mia and you finally get to meet Vada."

Ethan smiled, knowing he had found the perfect plan. You chew the inside of your cheeks, debating if you should agree to Ethan's plan. You take a deep breath and finally give in, deciding that this could be the start of something good.

He quickly texts Mia, and after a few moments, she replies agreeing. "Looks like we got ourselves a double date." Ethan and Mia started to chat excitedly about the date, and you couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement as well. You hadn't been on a date in a while and it felt like a new adventure. But was this actually a date, or just a way to hang out with friends? You weren't sure.

You woke up to a shout of your name. You quickly scrambled out of bed and rushed to the living room. There was your mom standing in the doorway with a wide grin on her face and Ethan right beside her.

"Ethan's here." You send a tired smile to your mom, "How was work?" She shrugs, "It was alright. Come here and give Ethan a hug." You side-eye Ethan, who opens his arms wide, a goofy smile on his face.

"C'mon Y/N/N! Hug me!" You reluctantly walk over and give Ethan a hug. He squeezes you tightly and laughs. Your mom smiles, watching the two of you before turning to head upstairs. Ethan lets you go and gives you a pat on the back.

You take a few steps back and he grins at you. You smile back, "Why are you here so early?" Ethan shrugs, "Your mom said it was okay. Plus it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon." You nod, and Ethan takes a seat on the couch.

He looks around and then turns back to you, "So, what have you been up to today?" You shrug, "Not much. Sleeping."

"I can tell," he motions his hands above his head, basically telling you your hair was a mess. You laugh and run your hand through your hair, trying to tame it. You look back at Ethan and smile, "What about you? What have you been up to?" He grins, "Talking to Mia."

"Oh, really?" You raise your eyebrows. "And what did she have to say?" He shrugs. "She said that they'll be at the arcade at around six."

You nod, sitting down on the couch as well. "Wanna watch The Walking Dead?" He nods and smiles. "Sure, let's watch it!" You grab the remote and search for the show getting comfortable on the couch. The episode starts with a bang, and you both settle in to watch.

Two hours later, you two are still glued to the screen, eagerly awaiting the next plot twist. Once the episode ends, you turn to your friend and say, "Shit! What time is it?"

Ethan, eyes wide, checks his watch and gasps. "We have to go, now!" He exclaims. You both jump up but you pause, "Wait! I gotta shower, do my hair-"

"Less talking and more doing!" Ethan pushes you to the stairs, and you begin sprinting up them, almost running into your mom. She steps aside to let you pass, a mix of surprise and amusement on her face as she watches you go.

Quickly you take a shower and change into a clean set of clothes. Not before fixing your hair and spraying on cologne, you head downstairs, ready and excited. Ethan is waiting for you, a satisfied smirk on his face, and together you leave.

When you arrive at the arcade you see Mia and Vada. Mia's smiling and waving excitedly at you both while Vada kicks a nearby rock. You both walk over and Mia gives Ethan a big hug.

Vada stands off to the side, her arms crossed but a small smile on her face. You look around and see the arcade bustling with activity, and you know you're in for a night of fun. "Hey, guys!" Ethan says, smiling. You look at Vada, and your heart beats like crazy.

"Hey, Vada." She smiles. "Ready for a night of fun?" she asks, her eyes twinkling. You can only nod as you follow the couple into the arcade. Almost immediately, Ethan and Mia go off and do their own thing leaving you and Vada alone.

Vada points to a game ahead of you. "Let's see who can get the highest score," she says with a mischievous smile. You nod and the two of you start to play. After a few minutes of intense competition, Vada ends up with the highest score.

She laughs and celebrates her victory, and you can't help but smile widely. "If I knew you were such a sore winner I would've tried harder." Vada gives you a playful shove and giggles. "You'll have to try harder next time!" she says. The two of you soon move on to the next game.

In watching you press the start button, Vada admits, "I'm bad at basketball." You pick up a ball, looking at her smiling. "That's ok, I'm pretty bad at it too," you reply. She furrows her eyebrows, "I thought you played basketball?" You shoot the ball, and it doesn't even hit the rim.

"Actually-" She starts, and you let out a loud laugh. She joins in your laughter. "I play football," you say continuing the shoot the remaining balls in front of you.

"But like aren't you supposed to at least have good accuracy? A blind person could shoot better than you." You chuckle, "I'm more of a receiver, not a quarterback." You shoot the last ball which ends up bouncing out of the cage from hitting the rim.

You catch the ball easily, placing it down. She shakes her head and grins. "I stand by my statement. You're terrible." She presses the button, picking up the basketball in front of her. "Watch and learn."

The first one she shoots goes in, "Lucky shot." You mumble, and she smiles in response. The second one also goes in, and the third and fourth too. "You lied to me. You said you sucked." She laughs, and sets up the next shot. "I never said I was suck, I just said I was bad." She takes the shot and it swishes through the net. "What the fuck?"

She turns to you and grins. "You see? I told you I was bad, not suck." You can only stare in amazement as she lines up the next shot and scores again. She laughs and walks away, leaving you in awe. "You lied!" You yell out as you follow her. She laughs again. "I'll let you in on a secret."

She stops and turns around, her face serious. "In order to score all the shots, you have to aim for the back of the rim. And then once you do that, calculate how much power you're putting into your shot. That way you'll be able to get a better idea of the trajectory the ball will take. And you'll have a better chance of making the shot." You squint your eyes at the girl, tilting your head a bit.

She bites her lip in response. Adorable, she thinks. "How do you know all of that? Or like, how'd you even figure that out?" She shrugs, a smirk playing on her lips. "I came here before with Quinton." Your eyes widen in surprise. "Really? You two are...close?"

"We're friends." Is all she says. She looks away and takes a deep breath. "But yeah, he's a good friend." She smiles and looks back up at you, her eyes twinkling. "Wanna get something to drink?"

You nod and smile, and the two of you head to grab a drink. "Look, I'm gonna show you how to make the best slushie you'll ever fucking taste in your life." You grab a cup, joining Vada in front of the slushie machine.

Vada begins to explain the steps, and you find yourself getting more and more invested in the process. You join in, and together you prepare the perfect slushie. You take a sip and it's everything Vada promised. "Wow."

"Right!" Vada grins with satisfaction. Your eyes look around the arcade and you notice Ethan and Mia shooting water blasters at the target together. "You know, they're kind of cute together." Vada looks at the two, nodding in agreement. "It was bound to happen eventually. She's been crushing on the guy since sixth grade."

You furrow your eyebrows, your head snapping at the shorter girl next to you. "Really? Ethan too!" Vada laughs, a smile on her face. "That's crazy. It's been obvious to everyone but them." She turns back to the two, watching them laugh and shoot water blasters in sync. "They just need to tell each other how they feel."

"I mean...It's not that simple." You say, taking another sip of your slushie. Vada shrugs. "It's worth a try. I mean, what have they got to lose?" You shake your head. "I don't know. It's a risk they might not want to take."

You're beginning to wonder if you're talking about Ethan or yourself. Vada looks at you with a knowing look. "You never know. Sometimes taking a risk can be the best thing to do." You take a deep breath, considering her words. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I'm glad you agreed to come, I would've been third-wheeling the entire night." You laugh, "I'm glad I came too." You never know. Sometimes taking a risk can be the best thing to do. Vada's words basically repeat in your head, "I uh, I've actually been wanting to talk to you for a while." You admit.

She looks surprised but pleased. "Really? I had no idea!" You nod and smile, feeling relieved that you finally said it. "Yeah! I just didn't know how to approach you." She smiles, her dimples appearing on her cheeks. "Dude, it's not like I would've bit you if you tried to make a conversation with me."

You both laugh and the tension between you dissipates. She looks at you, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "So, what do you want to talk about?" You shrug, using your straw to stir around your drink. "Favorite color?"

"Easy. All of them." She smiles and takes a sip of her drink. "I guess I can't argue with that. Favourite movie?" She pauses for a moment, thinking. "It's hard to pick just one, but I think it's The Staircase. I watched it a thousand times." You hum, "I've never watched it before."

"Wait, what?" She shakes her head in disbelief. "You have to watch it. It's a classic!" You shrug. "I'll watch it. What's it about?" She grins. "It's about this white guy who murders his second wife, and probably his first wife, and gets away with both."

You look at her, surprised. "That sounds intense. Is it a true story?" She laughs. "No, it's a movie. You'll love it. What's yours?"

You open your mouth to speak but she cuts you off. "Lemme guess. Tom Brady Documentary: True Stories." You start to laugh. "Yeah, that's it. It's a classic." She laughs. "See, I knew it!"

"But actually, it has to be How To Build a Better Boy." You say, watching her face to see her reaction. She looks shocked, "Wait that one sappy Disney movie?"

"It's not sappy." She laughs, "Yeah, right. I'm sure it's full of life lessons and cheesy dialogues." You smirk, "Maybe, but it's still worth watching."

She shakes her head, "I don't believe you. There's no way it can be that good." You shrug, "Trust me. I promise you won't regret it." Vada takes another sip of her drink, only to realize she's finished it. She looks up at you with a questioning gaze.

You smile and offer her some of your drink. "Trust me how I trusted you to make this drink." Vada hesitates, then takes the drink from you. "Okay. I'll watch it tonight, and then first thing in the morning I'll tell you if it was good or bad."

You nod and watch her take a sip. "You'd need my number for that." She smiles, takes out her phone and hands it to you. You add your number, then hand it back. "I'll be waiting for your call then." You wink and she laughs, taking another sip of the drink.

Ethan and Mia make their way toward you two, smiles on their faces. "You guys ready to go?" You both nod, and you all make your way out of the arcade. You all walk out, the cool night air bringing a sense of peace. You and the girl share a glance, and she smiles. You both head to your respective cars and drive off in different directions.

"How was it with Vada?" You reply, "It was great. She's a really cool girl." Ethan smiles and you ask him how it went with Mia. "We had our first kiss." Ethan's face lit up with excitement. "WHEN?"

He shyly looks away and replies, "Just a few minutes ago. You missed it being too oo la la with Vada." You roll your eyes smiling and give him a high five. Ethan grins and says, "It was amazing." He then pulls out of the parking lot, turning on his blinker and making a left towards your place.

Meanwhile, in Mia's car, she and Vada are talking about you. Mia teases Vada about her crush on you. Vada blushes and laughs, still a little embarrassed. "I mean she's cute and I can tell she really likes you."

Vada looked away, still blushing. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, laughing. Mia just smiled and shook her head. As soon as Vada got home she was questioned by her mom.

Vada quickly changed the subject, not wanting her mom to know what had happened. Vada's mother gave her a knowing look but didn't press the issue. Instead, she just said, "Well, I'm glad you had a good time." Vada smiled and nodded, grateful that her mom hadn't pushed the matter any further.

She fell against the couch, hesitating before turning on How To Build a Better Boy, your favourite movie. The movie started and Vada felt a sense of relief as her mom left the room. She curled up in her blanket and let herself get lost in the movie.

"Perfect boy but his name is Albert! And how'd he get a car...plus why'd he just throw his keys to a random guy?" Vada mumbles to herself, confused at the logic of the movie.

She giggled at the absurdity of it all, hoping the movie would eventually make sense. Despite the silliness, she couldn't help but be drawn in by the characters and their stories. Vada watched with anticipation as the movie unfolded, eager to find out what would happen next.

Until Amelia comes down, standing in front of the TV. Vada groans at her little sister, "Dude. I'm trying to watch something." Amelia turns to her with a small frown, "I wanna watch too." Vada reluctantly scoots over to make room for her, rolling her eyes in an attempt to hide her growing smile. They cuddle up on the couch, ready for whatever the movie had in store.

The sisters watched the movie, laughing and pointing out silly things until it was time for bed. Vada tucked Amelia in, giving her a hug and a kiss on the forehead, before heading off to dreamland herself.

When you woke up in the morning the first thing you did was grab your phone, checking for any recent messages. You felt a wave of disappointment as you saw that no one had messaged you. You decided to go downstairs to make breakfast.

Your mom had already left for work, so it was just you and your cat, Goose. You started making a simple omelet. It was one of your go-to recipes. But gosh, was it delicious.

As you ate the omelet, you had a moment of peace, just you and your cat, and the warm and comforting taste of the omelet. Goose jumps onto the table, meowing in your face. "Goose down."

Goose meows in protest, but eventually jumps off the table. You take a deep breath, savouring the last bite of the omelet. You look down at Goose and smile, "I'll make sure to give you a treat later." Goose purrs in response, contentedly rubbing against your leg. You get up to clean the kitchen, and your phone goes off in the middle of the dishes.

xxx-xxx-xxxx - ok. i'd admit it's a very good movie

You smile, she had finally texted you.

you - see it's not sappy, but a work of art

vada - i wouldnt take it that far

you - lol, i still have to watch the stairless

Three dots appear on the screen, then disappear. You frown, continuing to wash the dishes. You pause and turn off the water, drying your hands. You pick up your phone again, Vada had texted back.

vada - we could watch it at my place

you - when?

vada - today if u want

you - ok sure

you - send me ur address

You ring the doorbell, shifting your weight from one leg to the other anxiously. "Mom! Do not open the-" The muffled voice stops once the door is swung open. You stand there, frozen, unable to move. The blonde woman smiles at you, "Hi! You must be Vada's friend. Mia is it?" You shake your head, hearing a groan come from inside the house. "Mom, this is Y/N."

You smile awkwardly, feeling embarrassed. Mom chuckled and stepped aside, motioning for you to come in. You nervously step inside, smiling at the woman who let you in.

Vada sends you a wave which you return, placing your hands in your pocket. You take a deep breath as you take in your surroundings. The home was warm and inviting, with decorations all around the place.

You follow Vada, who leads you to the living room. She offers you a seat and you sit down, feeling somewhat more at ease. "Sorry about that." You wave it off, "It's fine. She seems sweet."

"If sweet means extremely noisy and out of touch with this generation, then yes. She's very sweet." Vada sighs and sits down on the couch next to you. You can't help but laugh at her comment. She shakes her head and smiles. "She means well, I suppose." She says with a shrug.

You lean further back into the red couch, as Vada picks up the remote turning on The Stairless. Vada and you sit back and watch the movie, exchanging comments and laughs. Time passes quickly, and soon enough you both find yourselves lost in the story. "Off the bat, I knew he killed his first wife." You laugh, slightly turning your head to Vada. "I'm telling you, he did it!" Vada exclaimed.

You both chuckle and then continued watching the movie. As the movie plays, the closer you two get. Now leaning into each other, you can feel the warmth of Vada's body as your hands occasionally brush against each other.

Your conversations become more meaningful, and the laughs become genuine. The movie fades away, and all that's left is the two of you, living in the moment.

As the credits rolled, you both looked at each other in amazement. "That was one hell of a movie," you say. "I told you. That movie is the shit." You sit up a bit, your shoulder brushing against Vadas. "Okay, rate How to Build a Better Boy and then I'll rate this."

Vada takes a moment to think, then finally responds. "It was an 8/10 for me," she says. "I really enjoyed it. How about mine?" You pause to consider the movie before finally saying, "Hmm, I'd give it a 9/10. Definitely worth watching again."

Vada grins. "I knew you'd like it." She leans back against the couch and stretches her arms out. "I'm glad we got to watch it together." You give her a smile and nod in agreement.

You give her a smile and nod in agreement. You both take a few minutes to relax in the comfortable silence. Then, you break it.

"I'm really craving one of your slushies." Vada laughs. "Wanna get one?" You nod and she jumps up, pulling you up from the couch. "Let's get Albert!" Furrowing your eyebrows, you both head out the door. "Albert?"

Vada laughs again. "I was thinking about it and you literally are the fully human version of him, except you don't really look alike." You roll your eyes, but you can't help but laugh. "Albert's a douche, I'm not a douche."

Vada snorts as you unlock your chair door, getting inside together. "Albert is not a douche. He's a sweet young boy who cares about his girlfriend, and he's really good at football."

You can't help but smile, shaking your head. "Yeah, okay, maybe he's not a douche." Vada grins as you start the engine. "Exactly. So therefore you're Albert." You chuckle and put the car in gear. "Are you trying to say that I'm perfect and really good at football?"

She laughs."No, I'm saying you're not a douche. Now let's go! The slurpies are calling my name." You roll your eyes and drive away, the two of you laughing as you go.

Since that day you've been texting Vada non-stop. She doesn't seem to mind it either. You feel like you can talk to her about anything. And to add to that, you've also been talking during school. Vada had even come over to meet your cat, when your mom was at work. You two have become really close over the past few weeks. Every day you look forward to talking to her and spending time with her. You can't help but feel like you are falling for her.

"Are you coming to my game tonight?" Vada smiled at you and nodded. You felt your heart flutter. You knew for sure, you were starting to fall in love. "Yeah, of course. Even though I barely understand football." You laugh at her response, leaning into the lockers. She smiles back, her eyes twinkling. "I'll explain the rules to you," you say, your voice soft as it can be. Vada can feel her heart skip a beat, and you smile at her.

She looked away for a moment, then back into your eyes. "But if you don't carry four people on your shoulders and score like Albert, then I'm leaving mid-game." She jokes causing you to smile. You tried to think of a witty reply, but all you could do was laugh. "I'll try my best."

She smiled and put her hand on your shoulder. "That's all I ask." She patted your shoulder and walked away. You watched her leave, feeling content with your exchange. Ethan, who you didn't notice was behind you places a hand on your shoulder.

You jump in surprise. "Jesus!" He laughs. "You should relax, man. I didn't mean to scare you." He removed his hand and stepped back. You take a deep breath and let it out, relieved.

"What were you guys talking about?" You shrug, "Nothing important. She's coming to our game tonight." Ethan's eyes widen in shock, "Are you serious?" "Yeah, why?" You reply, slightly confused. He shakes his head, "Nothing, just... Mia asked herself and Vada said no."

"Hm..." You hum, unsure of what to take from the situation. "I don't know maybe she changed her mind last second." A goofy smile makes its way onto Ethan's face, "Or maybeeeeee... she likes you."

You look away, blushing. "No way," you say, shaking your head. "She's definitely not interested in me that way." Ethan gives you a knowing look. "You've been talking for weeks. I've seen the way she looks at you," he says. "You should ask her out dude." You hesitate, not sure if you should take his advice.

The bell rings, and you look at Ethan with a smirk. "Saved by the bell." Ethan rolls his eyes and laughs. "Just ask her," he says, and you cover your ears humming as you walk through the hallway.

"Check, check! Elvis, Elvis!" Ethan yells. You look at the cornerback in front of you, and give Ethan a thumbs up. You take a deep breath and get into your stance. You know that if you can get past the cornerback, and potentially win your team some yards. You focus on the cornerback and wait for the snap.

The snap comes and you explode off the line. You easily beat the cornerback and break into the open field. You know you have a chance to make a big play and you sprint as fast as you can. Ethan throws the ball to you, and you catch it successfully.

Only making it to the 45-yard line before you're tackled. The crowd erupts in cheers as you get up from the tackle, smiling. You know you've made a huge play and energized your team. As you jog back to the huddle, you can feel the momentum shifting in your favour.

The team regroups and prepares for the next play. Everyone is pumped up and ready to take it to the end zone. Ethan calls the next play and the team breaks the huddle, ready for action. Ethan snaps the ball, handing it off to the running back who earns just about 8 yards from the play. It's third down, and you need 10 more yards to get to first.

Ethan calls out the next play and the team runs it perfectly. The running back manages to break free and run for 20 yards, giving the team a first down. The team cheers in excitement as they get a fresh set of downs and move closer to the end zone. "Y/N," you perk up at the sound of your name, "Be ready." You nod as Ethan pats your helmet.

You take a deep breath as you prepare yourself for the next play. You watch as Ethan signals the play and the team begins running it. You run up to the line of scrimmage, ready to make your move.

You see a gap in the defence and make your move, sprinting forward. You catch the football with both hands and take off, running for the endzone. You feel the wind in your face as you cross the goal line and score the touchdown.

The crowd erupts in cheers as you spike the ball in celebration. You jog back to the sidelines, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride. You know you just made a game-winning play.

Meanwhile, Vada is in the stands beside Mia yelling, "GOAALLLLLLLLL!" Mia and Vada jump up and down excitedly, hugging each other in joy. The crowd continues to cheer as you take off your helmet and raise your arm in triumph. You feel a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that your hard work has paid off.

You wave to your mom who waves back, a huge smile on her face. "That's what I'm talking about!" Your coach saying patting your back. You take off your helmet, rubbing the sweat off your forehead with your towel. "Just one more touchdown and we've made it to the playoffs, baby."

You take a moment to take in the sound of the cheering crowd and the feel of the cool night air. The team gathers together in a huddle, the defensive team heading onto the field.

As the players take their positions on the field, the energy in the stadium is palpable. The coaches call out the plays and the team readies for the snap. The opposite team's quarterback takes the ball and the game resumes.

Thankfully your defensive side was able to stop the other team, and you're back on the field. Your team huddles up and the coach gives the next play. You take your position and get ready for the snap. As the ball is snapped, you make your move and the play is underway.

You make a break for the end zone, dodging and weaving past the other team's defence. Catching the ball with ease, you can feel the cheers of the crowd getting louder as you get closer. You feel someone hop on your back, but you continue running.

You keep going until you cross the goal line and score the winning touchdown. The crowd erupts as you raise your arms in victory. You look back to see your opponent still on your back, frustrated and disappointed.

The referee quickly signals for a touchdown and you can see the joy on your teammates' faces. You look back at your opponent and offer a friendly handshake to congratulate them on a good game. The team celebrates your victory as the crowd continues to roar.

You run to the sidelines, ecstatic about the win. The coaches congratulate you on your performance and the team gathers for a group hug. You look into the stands and see Vada staring back at you, her mouth open in shock. You take off your helmet, dropping it on the ground before holding up a heart.

Vada smiles and laughs, she mimes a heart back to you, and you smile widely. Ethan brings you into a tight hug, patting your back, "HELL YEAH!" You finally feel the euphoria of a victory. You had worked so hard and it had all paid off.

You look back at the field one last time, taking in the feeling of success before you turn to join your team in their celebration. You have made it, and nothing can take this moment away from you.

Moments pass and the entire team makes its way into the locker room. Everyone is in high spirits, laughing, hugging and even dancing to the sound of the music playing in the background. You can't help but smile, happy about the win.

As the team disperses, the coach takes you aside. He looks you in the eye and says "I'm proud of you. Great job today." You feel a thank him before leaving the locker room, walking outside to the front of the school building.

Ethan, Mia, and Vada are already there waiting. Once Vada sees you she runs to you, basically jumping into your arms. You hug her tightly, feeling a warmth inside. "You did it!" She shouts, her eyes bright with excitement.

"You like actually carried that guy onto your back? I told you you're Albert!" You laugh and hug her again. "Thanks, Vada." You are interrupted by a throat being cleared, and it's your mom.

"Hey, Ma." Your mom smiles at you, holding out her arms and you step into them, contentment washing over you. She pulls away slightly, with a proud smile and says, "You should be proud of yourself, Y/N. You did something remarkable today."

You smile, feeling a warmth in my chest. "I'm glad you think so," She hugs you again and says, "I always have, sweetheart. Now go hang out with your friends." You smile wider, feeling a warmth in your chest and your eyes start to mist.

You hug her tightly and thank her, before turning to go. You pause for a moment and look back, feeling so thankful for the unconditional love you have been given.

"TIME TO PARTYYYYY!" Ethan shouts from beside Mia, who joins him. You shake your head at the two, turning to Vada who raises her head, joining in as well. You can't help but laugh at their enthusiasm and join in, feeling the energy of the night.

The four of you make your way towards Max's house. He's known for throwing the best parties at your school, but you've never gone to any of them. You've never really had a reason to, but now you kind of do.

You knock on the door and Max welcomes you all in. The house is filled with people, and loud music and the air is thick with laughter and energy. You can feel a sense of anticipation and excitement as you all take in the scene.

You look around and take it all in, feeling a bit overwhelmed but excited. You make your way through the crowd, looking for a place to sit down and relax. You finally find a spot and settle in, ready to enjoy the party. "No way you're sitting down at a party," Vada says from beside you. You swallow your drink before sending a small smile at her.

She grins and grabs your hand, leading you to the dining room. "We're gonna play beer pong. I hope you have better accuracy."

"Any challengers?" A dark-haired boy says from the other side of the table, his friend close by. "Yeah." You speak up, wrapping an arm around Vada's shoulders. "Me and her," Vada smiles, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Ready to go?" you ask, and she nods.

The boy nods, "Okay. But just know beer pong is my calling." You and Vada exchange a knowing look, and you set up the table. The game begins and you soon find yourself in a heated battle with the dark-haired boy.

It's drink after drink, throw after throw, and soon the game is over. The boy is declared the winner with a triumphant grin on his face. Vada and you exchange an impressed look and congratulate him on his victory.

"I can't believe he won that." You mutter, a bit tipsy. Vada shakes her head, "I can. You still suck at aiming balls into stuff." You laugh and throw your hands up in defeat. "You're right, I do. But maybe I'll get better one day." You continue following Vada around the party until she suggests something.

"Wanna get high?" You look around the party and then back at Vada, "Let's do it." She smiles and grabs your hand, leading you away from the party. You quickly found a secluded corner outside, and she produced a joint from her pocket. Taking a lighter from her other pocket, "You always have a lighter and a joint in your pocket?"

She laughed, "No but... I knew I'd be going to this party. I wanted to prepare myself." You hum with a nod, Vada's eyes leave the joint before meeting yours. "Have you done this before?" You shake your head, "No. I haven't.."

She smiles, takes the joint and takes a deep breath. "It's ok, I'll show you how."Vada inhaled, and slowly exhaled. She passed the joint back to you and said, "Just take a tiny puff. Don't hold it in, just let it out." You took the joint and followed her advice. You felt a tingle in your chest as the smoke lingered in the air. You coughed a bit, but it was a good feeling. You exhaled and smiled. "See? Not so bad."

You handed the joint back to Vada, feeling a bit more at ease. You sit down on the grass, and Vada joins you laughing. "Just wait till it hits."  You close your eyes and lean your head back, savouring the moment.

You feel the warm sun on your skin and the cool grass beneath you. You can feel the effects of the marijuana start to take hold, and a peaceful calm overtakes you. "I wonder what kind of high you'll be."

"There kinds?" You smile and nod, feeling content. "There's the body high, the mental high, and the spiritual high. Each one has its own unique experience." You take a deep breath and sigh, feeling the effects of the marijuana wash over you.

You close your eyes and relax, feeling the tension in your body slowly dissipate. You smile, feeling a sense of peace and clarity that you hadn't felt in a long time. You open your eyes and take another deep breath, feeling a deep sense of connection to the world around you.

"I wonder who wrote the script for How to Build a Better Boy," Vada's eyes widen. She can't believe that's what you're talking about mid-smoke. You laugh and shrug. "It's just something I thought of. I was just trying to relax." She smiles, understanding. "Well, it seems like it worked. You look much calmer now."

You take a deep breath and smile. "Yeah, I guess it did. I'm glad I was able to take my mind off things for a bit." Vada nods in agreement, then takes a deep drag from the joint. You both take a moment to enjoy the silence and the feeling of companionship.

You turn to the shorter girl, smiling. "I wanna kiss you. Badly, I've been wanting to kiss you, but now I just really really really-" You're cut off by a pair of lips onto yours. You close your eyes and kiss her back, savouring the moment. When you pull away, you can't help but smile.

You look into her eyes and feel a warmth inside you that you never thought was possible. "I've been wanting to kiss you too." You smile wider, bringing her back into an intense kiss.

Bringing the girl into your lap, gripping her waist tightly. You can feel her heart pounding against your own. You can feel her body relax into your embrace as you kiss her more passionately. You don't know if this is just Vada or the cannabis you've inhaled, but this is definitely one of the best kisses you've had.

She pulls away and smiles at you, her eyes twinkling. You can feel the electricity between you, like something that will never be broken. You know this moment will stay with you forever.

She leans in and whispers in your ear, "I love you." You can feel your heart swell at the words. You hold her close and whisper back, "I love you too." Everything around you fades away and all that is left is the two of you in this moment. You kiss her tenderly as your hearts beat in unison.

"You've gotta be quiet!" Vada whisper yells at you, trying her best to support your weight. You nod and press your lips together, trying your best to muffle the sound of your breathing.

You feel Vada's arms tremble as she carries you through the darkness. You can sense her fear. "Ma is probably..." You start snoring and begin laughing at your own joke.

Hopefully, your mother is sleeping because of the way you're acting right now, she'd definitely tell if you're not sober. Vada stops walking and scolds you.

She tells you to keep quiet and you quickly apologize. You try to remain quiet for the remainder of the journey, but you can't help but feel a bit of excitement as you approach your bedroom.

On the second to last step, there's a creaking noise. You both tense up at the sound, waiting there a few moments before resuming your movements.

"Are we gonna make out, V?" Vada blushes, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Shh, we're almost to your room." You make it to the room, closing the door behind you. Vada then pushes you onto the bed, plopping down beside you with a heavy sigh.

You begin giggling, turning to the girl beside you. She smiles, leaning in closer. You close your eyes, feeling her warm breath on your face. You both press your lips together, eagerly exploring each other.

Your heart races as you feel her hands on your back. You break away, looking into her eyes. You both share a knowing smile, "Are you sober enough to consent?" You nod, "Yes. Now hurry... sober thoughts and drunk thoughts."

Vada laughs at your mess-up, fuck it. She was high as hell as well. She was just handling it way better than you.

You both kissed again, feeling the warmth as your bodies pressed against each other. You felt the alcohol between you, but you both knew that you were sober enough to make a conscious decision. Your hearts were pounding as you embraced each other, both of you eager for more.

You pull away, climbing onto of Vada. Vada smiles up at you as you look deep into her eyes. You lean in and kiss them passionately, your hands exploring her body. You two stay like this for what feels like an eternity, until finally you pull away, and you begin undressing.

You throw your hoodie away, and try to rip apart your white tank top but fail. Vada notices your frustration and giggles, then helps you take off your tank top, revealing your toned abs. She smiles, before reaching up and kissing you again.

She then fumbles with the buttons of your pants, and pulls them down, before pushing you onto the bed. She climbs on top of you, and begins to passionately kiss your neck and chest. You can feel her hands trailing up and down your body as she continues to kiss you.

She moves her hands to your back and pulls you closer. You can feel her breath on your skin as she whispers into your ear. She then moves her lips to yours and you become lost in the moment.

You pull away slightly, "Vada take off your damn clothes." You say fiddling with her shirt. She complies taking off her bra as well. Your mouth moves to her chest, kissing, licking and suckling as your hands wander to her shorts. You slip them off her hips, leaving her in just her panties.

She moans in pleasure as you continue your ministrations.

You move your hands further down, gently stroking her inner thighs. You pause, taking in her beauty before slowly slipping off her panties.

She smiles at you, her desire and anticipation palpable in the air. "My heart is racing so much," she admits, smiling. "Mine too," you reply, leaning in to kiss her.

Her lips are soft and inviting, and you can feel the heat of her body radiating around you. You both lose yourself in the moment, the anticipation of what's to come envelops you both.

You flip her over, laying her on her back. You begin to explore her body with your hands. Her skin is soft and smooth beneath your fingertips. She moans softly, her eyes closed in pleasure. "Y/N..."

You move your hands up and down her body, exploring every inch of her. She gasps softly as you reach her most sensitive areas. You press your lips against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

She grabs hold of your hair, her moans getting louder as you keep going. You feel her body quiver beneath you as you continue to pleasure her, her breathing becoming rapid and her body shaking with pleasure.

You can feel her nearing her climax and you increase the intensity of your motions, pushing her over the edge. Her body convulses with pleasure as she reaches her orgasm. "Ohmygod."

You kiss her body as she recovers from her orgasm, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She looks up at you with a satisfied smile, her eyes still filled with pleasure. You return her smile, happy to have been able to bring her pleasure.

You feel yourself hard against your underwear, and you know that you're ready for your own pleasure. You pull her closer to you and whisper in her ear, letting her know that you're ready. She responds with a mischievous grin, her hand moving to pleasure you.

You moan as her hand slides up and down, the pleasure building inside you. She moves her lips to yours, her tongue exploring your mouth as her hand continues to work its magic.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and you grab her hand to slow her down. She smiles in understanding and pulls away, the pleasure ebbing away. You look into each other's eyes, and you both know that this is only the beginning. "I'm gonna grab a condom." You mumble, rushing off the bed and into your drawer.

She nods in agreement, and you can sense the anticipation in the air. You come back to the bed, and she eagerly takes the condom from you. Opening the gold wrapper, you take out the condom and unroll it onto yourself, before moving to lie on top of her.

She wraps her arms around you as you take a deep breath as you slowly slide inside her, and you both gasp in pleasure.

You both moan in pleasure as you start to move, and she wraps her legs around you. You start to build up momentum, faster and faster, as you move together. The friction of the condom creates a warm, smooth sensation that sends pleasure through both of you with each thrust.

With each movement, you feel your connection with her deepen and you can feel the sensations in both your bodies become more intense.

"Vada," you sigh out, resting your head in the nape of her shoulder. She looks up at you and smiles, her eyes twinkling in the dim light. You kiss her softly and she wraps her arms around you tightly.

You can feel the warmth radiating from her body and you feel the love you have for her in that moment. You want to stay like this forever and the thought of having to part from her is too much to bear. You tightly embrace her and whisper that you love her. You feel her body trembling as she returns the embrace.

"I'm about to cum." She moans into your ear as she cums. You feel her body quivering and it sends waves of pleasure throughout your body. You hold her tight as you release as well. You collapse onto the bed, panting heavily. You lay there in each other's arms for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking. You kiss each other tenderly and drift off to sleep.

"Was I your first time?" She replies with a soft whisper, "No, Mia was." Your head snaps to her and she laughs, sighing out shortly after.

You take a moment to process what she said. "Really?" She nods, "It happened... multiple times... the fifth week of school." You take a deep breath and look away for a moment, trying to contain your confusion.

"Was I yours?" You shake your head smiling, "No, Ethan was." She lets out a loud laugh at your joke, laying her head on your chest. You take a deep breath and hold her close.

You feel a wave of emotions wash over you, grateful for the moment of comfort. You are filled with a sense of peace, knowing that you have someone to talk to and share your feelings with.

"I need to shower." You say. Vada nods rolling over. "You can join me, but you gotta be quiet." You smile, "Oh, you're telling me to be quiet now?"

You chuckle and lead her into the bathroom. You both take your time showering, enjoying the warmth of the water and each other's company. After, you dry off and return to your bedroom, both content and peaceful.

You wake up to a shout of your name. Looking to your left you notice Vada is still sound asleep. "Fuck," you rush up out of bed putting on your clothes before nearly darting downstairs to the kitchen, following the smell of breakfast.

Your mother is standing over the stove. Three plates of eggs and bacon already waiting for you on the table. She gives you a stern look before turning back to the stove. "There are three..." You mutter to her confused.

She points to the plates. "One for you, one for your girlfriend, and one for me. Now wake her up and come and eat."

You sheepishly smile turning on your heels to go wake up Vada.

#reader insert #wattpad #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #vada x reader #vada cavell #vada x you #vada x y/n #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell x you #vada cavell x y/n #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna x reader

[thevampirelevi]

Adventureland | Part I

Masterlist

"Flight of Icarus." (part 1/7)

cw: vampire!eddie x fem!reader, mentions of grief, mentions of blood, introduction; no actual interaction between reader and eddie (yet)

wc: 1041 ☆

After the events of the Upside Down, a confused- albeit somewhat the same - 'Eddie the Banished' crawls his way back to Hawkins and seeks refuge in the now abandoned theme park, where he one day finds an equally confused - albeit somewhat the same - you.

The horizon ahead of you resembled something of an unfinished Michelangelo project with all of its ‘cadmium orange’ and ‘cobalt blue.’ The further south you drove, the more you found evidence of a burning ‘sienna’ in the mix as well, brushed onto that plaster sky still wet from the rain earlier today. You thought if you pushed the gas just a little more, you might soon start to see outlines of God extending his hand to Adam, but you were going 55 now and the only change in scenery was that the clouds were quickly taking on a darker hue.

The sun is setting and you’ve not even touched the asphalt of the fairgrounds yet. Maybe you should have admitted that you were somewhat lost one ‘Sattler Quarry’ ago, but you were too determined to turn back now. You had your mother’s Lou Reed cassette in your car stereo, playing “Perfect Day” from side A. You could sometimes listen to the whole tape without crying, and you had already had your mind set on today being one of those days.

You were also fixed on reliving some of your favorite memories with her, which is what brought you back to good ol’ Hawkins in the first place. Before the days of factory smoke pollution and L trains, you went through a good portion of your growing pains in Roane County. Then your father’s job pulled your family of three to Bloomington, before dreams of your own pulled you out of ‘Indie’ altogether.

But now you’re back, for the first time since the funeral. Has it been a year already? It felt like only yesterday to you, but so did all of your other resurfacing memories at the very moment you drove into your old hometown. Most of which plagued you the second your car neared that playground. You didn’t dare look in the direction of the schools, it took one year in Chicago and a whole other sabbatical year in New York for you to at least try to forget every classroom you’d ever entered since kindergarten. You had to practically reinvent yourself just to be free of any of the names you’d ever been called haunting every mirror you met. You prayed you wouldn’t recognize anyone, and moreover that no one would recognize you, especially those whomst had made you hate this town in the first place.

“You’re going to reap just what you sow,” sings your janky car radio as you cruise down Morehead Street, passing an abandoned house just as the Roane County Fairgrounds come into view. 

It had only just now occurred to you to consider whether or not you were dreaming as you silently sat in your car, staring past your rearview mirror and at the broken bulbs of the large and all too familiar ‘Adventureland’ sign. Last time you had caught even a glimpse of this place was in February of 1986, surely it couldn’t have been completely stranded since then?

The flecks of light snow you’d seen giving the place an almost powdered sugar finish last time, were now replaced with heavy and mangled vines, as well as wilder patches of moss. You could see that a bird had made itself a home in the ‘U’ of the buzzing sign, but there was no telling if it had belonged to the murder of crows that quickly flew away from the pavement at the creaky sound of your car door slamming once you stepped out of your station wagon.

It wasn’t the cold suddenly nipping at your nose that made you regret stepping out just as soon as you did, nor the fact that you were seemingly utterly alone. Rather, it was the slight prick of fear at the possibility that you weren’t.

Be it your intuition or not, you pushed that and all of your other worrying thoughts aside. Catching a peek of sunlight dancing on the broken glass of one of the carousel’s mirrors ahead of you, you used what little daylight there was left and the fact that there was still electricity powering the very broken sign as motivation to tread farther and approach the gates for a closer look at least.

Almost as if a sign to continue and no doubt only fueling your curiosity, you found the undone chain hanging from the rusted iron wickets of the gate to clearly have been cut with bolt cutters or something alike, as if anticipating your arrival. Determined to get at least half of what you came here for, and even more determined not to run away and cry at what might arguably be the biggest roadblock to your plans, you made your way inside the at least somewhat abandoned theme park.

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The sound of metal scraping against the gravel of the ground made Eddie’s head snap toward the direction of the park entrance hundreds of feet away. Of course, thanks to his annoyingly heightened senses, he’d heard the sound of slightly balding tires screeching to a halt before that - but that itself wasn’t a rare occurrence here.

Occasionally, someone would journey too far past Forest Hills, only to find a more and more desolate and straight up abandoned version of Hawkins. But, like clockwork, they’d all turn right back around and rejoin the rest of society. This, along with the scavenging raccoons in the trash cans and squirrels climbing up and over the fences, or even the whisperings of things lurking in the woods nearby, were all sounds that Eddie had learned to ignore. In fact, most of his time here was spent trying to ignore all signs of life.

But this rare sound, a sound so rare he’d stopped worrying about locking the gates back up long ago, meant that not only was a human nearby, but now they were coming closer. 

So close, in fact, that he could smell the iron in her blood and hear just the faintest ‘thump, thump, thump,’ of her heart synchronizing with the steps she made drawing nearer and nearer to his hiding spot; his favorite ride when both he and Adventureland were alive, ‘Flight of Icarus.’

And man, Icarus sure was flying too close to the sun.

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[austinsmutler]

Big Boss Man | Austin!Elvis x Reader | One-Shot

Summary: Your boss is a disgusting, misogynistic jerk, and Elvis will do anything to help you get out of that situation.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Reader, Elvis x Reader

What you’ll like: Elvis being just positively bonkers about you. Protective!Elvis, supportive Elvis, happy endings, fluff and general sweetness in spite of everything.

Warnings: Misogyny (like, your boss is a total asshole), attempted sexual assault (nothing graphic happens), the 1950s was cool in theory but was a bad time to be a working-class woman.

If the above will trigger you, read Just Pretend instead. It's soft, fluffy, and comes with 0 content warnings!

Word Count: 3542

A/N: Who hasn't wished Elvis would break into their workplace and punch their boss in the face? We've all been there, right? *sweats nervously*

Masterlist | Requests are currently open (Please tell me everything you want! Confess your sins! Have a good time with it!)

I can’t take it anymore. It was a thought that came up in your mind again and again, like a wave washing up on the shore, retreating and coming right back, all day every day. You didn’t mind your job- waitressing in a small cafe on a road just off of Beale Street wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it helped your Momma pay the bills. Customers weren’t always polite, but you could handle that. 

It was your manager, Adam Reed, you couldn’t stand. The self-proclaimed ‘Wolf of Beale Street’ owned half the cafes in Memphis, but made this one his home. There was no clear reason why, apart from to make your life hell. 

“Why ain’t you smiling, sweetheart?” Mr Reed scowled when you came into the kitchen to pick up some fresh burgers. “You’re a pretty little thing when you smile.”

The corners of your lips tilted upwards while bile rose at the back of your throat. 

“Better.”

It was all you could do to keep the smile on as you picked up the fresh-made meals for table 4 and backed out of the kitchen- the ‘Wolf’ was sure to comment something about your ass if you walked out normally.

I can’t take it anymore. Your smile stayed on as you served the food, took more orders, returned to the kitchen, picked up the food, repeated. I can’t take it anymore.

“You havin’ that time of the month, darlin?’ Reed commented when you returned and forgot to keep a tired smile up. “You look puffy. Not as perky as usual.”

Your mouth opened and closed- What can I even say to that? - You shook your head and plastered the same smile on your face as before, but wider. Reed grinned and mopped some sweat from his greasy, balding forehead before turning his attention back to the stovetop.

“That’s more like it. If you don’t want to be a good little girl, there’s plenty of others in this town who will.”

“Yes sir.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Sorry, Mr Reed.”

He grunted in response, and relief washed over you when you realised it was 5:55 PM. Your shift was over in 5 minutes. The cafe was empty and, most importantly, your boyfriend would show up to drive you home. Elvis hated the thought of you walking alone in the dark. The only thing he hated more was the thought of you being alone in the cafe with your boss.

Like clockwork, at 5:57 the bell above the cafe door rang and Elvis walked in. He looked as tired as you felt, but his blue eyes lit up when he saw you. 

“Hey, Baby.” He leaned in to wrap an arm around your waist and give you a kiss on the cheek. “You about ready to go?”

“She’s got three minutes on the clock, squirrel.” The Wolf appeared from the kitchen, pulling on his coat. “Don’t forget she’s mine ‘till 6. Hands off.”

Elvis bristled, but he knew how much you needed this job to pay the bills, so he withdrew his hand from around your waist with a shit-eating smile. 

“Yessir.”

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“Sorry about him.” You sighed, slumping into the passenger side of Elvis’ truck. He gave you a peck on the lips before gently closing your door and walking over to the driver’s side. 

“Don’t you apologise for that bloodsuckin’ old vampire.” Elvis turned the key in the ignition and began the drive home. “You want me to take the scenic route so we can talk about it?”

You couldn’t hide the grin on your face; the first real one all day. “I’d like that.”

The scenic route wasn’t so much a route as it was a long way through the backstreets of town, with one long stop in a turnout by the river, secluded enough that you could stop and talk about life for as long as you needed.

Elvis’ knuckles grew white on the steering wheel as you told him all the snide comments Reed slid your way with every dish. 

“That snake’s just as slimy as his food.” He growled through gritted teeth. “I ought to sock him in his fat goddamn face.”

You shook your head. “He’d just call the cops on you. And besides, my Momma and I need the money. He might be a snake, but he pays half our bills. If I lose this job I don’t know what we’ll do.”

Elvis pulled off of the road. The sun was practically set, the day had turned into a beautiful Memphis dusk. The sky was a pale pink, a favourite colour shared by you and Elvis, and the river was calmly running, surface smooth as glass. Being away from the cafe was enough to lift your mood on its own, but being here with him was more than enough.

“I wish you didn’t have to think like that.”

“You know how it is.” You shrugged. Your father had been out of the picture since before you were born, leaving your Momma to scrape by waiting tables, cleaning hotel rooms, looking after old folks, and anything else she could find.

Elvis didn’t respond, just looked out across the water, at the fields in the distance beyond the river. His father drove a grocery truck and worked odd jobs while his Momma spent days doing laundry for anyone who’d pay. Elvis drove this very truck all over Memphis during the week and worked at the movies on weekends. All his pennies went to paying the bills and buying food for the family, same as yours. 

“Well, one day I’ll make it different for us.”

You took his hand from the wheel and held it in your lap. “I know you will. But for now, we just have to put up with it.”

“If he tries anything, I swear I’ll put him in the ground.”

“I know you will. That’s why I love you.” 

Elvis turned to look at you and smiled, leaning over for a kiss. It started out innocent, but his hand reached to hold your chin in place while his tongue slid along your bottom lip, asking permission.

He wasn’t big on saying I love you- he preferred to show you with actions. Picking you up from work every day was just one example. Buying you a soda on your days off, walking Beale street with you and listening to you talk about your dreams. Over the time you’d been dating, he’d grown fluent in body language between the two of you. Everything about this kiss said I love you, over and over. I love you. I really love you. I’d do anything for you. Just say the word and I’ll punch that sucker’s lights out.

You only broke apart so Elvis could reach under your seat and pull out the blanket he kept there, asking a question with his eyes. You grinned and opened the passenger door.

Elvis spread the blanket across the back of the truck and let you lie down first, arms folded behind your head. The stars weren’t out yet, but the pink sky filtered through the green summer leaves so beautifully you didn’t care. It was quiet here, hardly a car passing by on the back-road. The perfect place to lie together without anybody bothering the two of you. You could stay here for hours and when you got home late you’d just tell your mother you’d gotten stuck in traffic, or Elvis had a flat tire, and she’d believe it. 

Real life paused while Elvis lay on his side next to you. His arm draped over you and his eyes studied yours intently, as if trying to read your mind. 

“I went to a recording studio today. I’ve been saving up some money, and I recorded a couple songs." He looked down, as if he wasn't sure how you'd react. "You know Sam Phillips, right? He works with Big Boy Crudup. He says he likes my sound. Wants to sign me.”

“Yeah?” You grinned. “That’s great!”

Until now, Elvis’ voice was a poorly-kept secret. He sang all the time; when you were together, when he drove you to and from work, when he was at home with his parents or alone in his truck. Elvis always had music playing from the radio, no matter where he was, and he was always singing along. Next to you, music was the love of his life. 

“I just hope my Momma likes the record.” He was trying to sound modest, but the smile on his face betrayed how excited he really was. “I only wanted to record something for her birthday this month.”

“She’ll love it. You know your voice is great.”

You pulled his head down for a long kiss, only breaking apart to whisper in his ear,

“I can’t wait to hear it either.”

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It was only a few weeks later that everything changed- for Elvis. His record, That’s Alright Mama, flew to the top of the charts for Blues and Country. Suddenly he was booked on live radio for interviews around the state, and soon after that he was quitting his job to go on a real tour, center-stage. 

“I won’t be able to pick you up for at least three weeks.” He’d said the night before leaving. “But if he tries anything, I need you to call me, okay? I don’t care where I am, I’ll come flyin’ back to you.”

“It’ll be fine, Elvis.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, hardly caring if any nosy neighbours were peeping through their curtains at the two of you. He kept his hands on your lower back, pulling you scandalously close. “Just come back soon, and tell me all about what it’s like outside Memphis.”

“I will, I promise.”

That was six weeks ago. Elvis called most nights, but The Wolf had made it his personal mission to make sure you were never home to pick up the phone. Your Momma talked more to your boyfriend than you did.

“Sweetheart, I don’t force the customers to come in after 6PM, but if that’s when they come in, that’s when I need you here. So don’t be late.”

And you weren’t. Unfortunately, neither was Reed. Customers after 6PM were few and far between, meaning you mostly mopped, swept, wiped tables, and listened to Reed’s opinions on everything from Elvis’ ‘hillbilly trash’ music to complaints about your poor workplace attitude ‘turning off customers’. 

Sometimes he leaned in close enough that you could smell the stale hamburgers on his breath, just to tell you to wipe a certain table or ‘make me a pot of coffee, doll. We’ve got some hours to kill.’

That was the least of your worries. It was autumn, and longer, darker nights were beginning to set in before the winter. Most nights you couldn’t leave the diner until 11:30, walking home until midnight. Every night you walked with your hand clasped around the keys in your purse, like Elvis had taught you: Don’t put them between your fingers, Baby. You try to hit somebody like that, you’re more likely to cut up your hands or drop the keys altogether. Hold one key like a knife, point it downwards, jab him where it hurts, and you’ve got a chance.

Your heart pumped a mile a minute the whole walk home, hands shaking and legs jumping at the slightest sound on the street. Wind in the trees must be a crazed murderer, the echo of your own footsteps was a stalker. Nothing felt safe anymore. 

Tonight wasn’t much different: one patron lingered in the cafe sipping on free refills from 9:30 till 10. After they left, Reed insisted on keeping you behind to clean up for the rest of the night.

Sleep dragged your eyelids down, head emptying of thoughts as you leaned over to wipe crumbs from the very edge of one table. You were so engrossed in getting the job done and worrying about the walk home, you didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind you. Warm hands on your hips made you jump, and any thoughts of going home froze in their tracks. 

Hot burger-breath puffed in your ear, 

“You know, you act like such a sweet little girl,” A beefy hand crept up to grasp the back of your neck, not tight, but just enough to let you know who was in charge. “But if you’re still seeing that greaser, you must have a dirty side.”

Breath froze in your throat. Your lungs screamed for air, but you couldn’t move as Reed pressed his nose to your hair and drank in your scent before letting you go and taking a step back, giving you just enough space to turn around. 

His eyes were dark with lust when you did, looking anywhere but your face. Now he had you backed up against the table, an arm on either side of your body. Boxed-in. 

“You know, you seem mighty fine staying here all alone with The Wolf. Makes me think you like me more than you let on. Maybe you like thinking about what might happen. Does it give you a little thrill, huh sweetheart?”

Your arms hung uselessly at your sides. Thoughts came fast, but not fast enough: Where are my keys? Where is my purse? I need to get home. I need to get past him to get home. I need to get home now. Please, not here, not now. 

By the time you dragged your arms up to push at him, his hands were on your lower hips, lifting you onto the table you’d just been cleaning. A scream bubbled at the back of your throat, but his hand came up to cover your mouth.

“Shh, sweetheart, this can be our little secret. You behave nicely now, and I just might give you a raise…”

You didn’t care. You could sleep on the streets. You could find another job, any other job- just so you’d never see him again. You kicked, but he grabbed your legs and held you down with brutal force.

The bell rang, but you couldn’t get up to see who’d just come in.

“Scram, we’re closed.” Reed grunted as he tried to hold you down with one hand and keep your mouth covered with the other, not bothering to look up.

Everything happened at once- his weight lifted off of you, and you heard a familiar voice scream in rage, 

“You sonofabitch!”

That voice made you move, jumping off of the table and seeing the back of Elvis’ head as he pinned Reed to the breakfast bar, punching him so hard you heard something (or a few somethings) crack.

“I’ll fucking kill you. You piece of shit. You feel like a big strong man now, huh?” He lifted the man up just to slam him down again, hard. “Think you’re some big boss man? Call yourself a wolf. You ain’t even a chihuahua.”

A tidal wave of emotions washed over you- fear and adrenaline, relief and love, and an overwhelming need to pull Elvis off your boss before he killed the man. You rushed forward and grabbed Elvis’ arm, only to have him flick you away, barely registering your effort.

Blood splattered the counter you'd finished wiping just moments earlier as Elvis held the older man down with one hand and punched with the other.

“Elvis.” You whimpered, voice not as strong as you wanted to sound. “Elvis, I need you to look at me.”

The softness of your voice reached him, and he paused to look at you. The hardness in his eyes evaporated immediately, and his shoulders went slack.

“Elvis, let’s just go. He’s done.” You tugged your boyfriend’s arm once more, and he reluctantly got off of Reed. You started leading him towards the door, but the sound of Reed getting up behind you made you pause.

“You fucking idiot.” The older man coughed and spat blood onto the floor. “I oughta have you both arrested.”

Elvis stopped in his tracks, and you swore you saw red flash through his eyes, but it wasn’t him who moved first. It was you.

With one fluid movement, you kicked the Wolf of Beale Street in the balls. “I quit. And the next time you even think about threatening us again, I won’t stop him from killing you.”

Reed was in so much pain he could hardly look up at you, but when he did you saw fear flashing in his eyes. Coward. That was enough to get you to turn around, take Elvis’ hand and lead him towards the exit. 

“That’s my girl.” Elvis mumbled, grinning to himself, as he held the door open for you.

You looked around for his truck, but it was nowhere to be seen. He took your hand and led you over to an unfamiliar car. You didn’t care, as long as it could take you far away from the cafe. It barely registered in your brain as Elvis held the passenger door open for you before walking to the other side to drive. Your mind was too busy trying to process what had just happened. Elvis was back. Your job was gone. Your boss - ex boss - had a broken nose. He'd have to clean up his own blood tonight.

Neither of you spoke as Elvis drove to your spot by the river. It must have been around midnight by the time you got there. The moon was high in the sky, and the river was utterly still, as if it were rehearsing for freezing over in winter. There was no breeze and not a single leaf moved on the trees above. The whole world was holding its breath, waiting for one of you to speak.

“Can we get in the back seat?” You spoke first. He looked at you and furrowed his eyebrows. “I need to feel you.”

“Of course, Baby.” 

Once you were both in the back, Elvis wrapped an arm around you and held you close to his chest. It was a respectful touch, light as he rubbed gentle circles up and down your back. His scent was everywhere; a heavy, almost floral cologne and something else- something unspeakably Elvis. The most comforting smell, and one that had left a hole in your life for the past six weeks. Your throat swelled up at the sheer relief of having him back, and you broke into pieces.

The first sob was louder than you expected, and the second one was more of a wail. Elvis held you through it all as the events of the night hit you fully- what had happened, what could have happened, what would have happened if Elvis hadn’t shown up when he did.

“S’alright. You’re gonna be alright now. I’m here. I ain’t leaving you ever again.” He whispered into your hair. 

“He- he tried to-” Even in the comfort of Elvis’ arms, you could hardly breathe.

“I know.” Elvis took your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. He wasn’t angry anymore; sadness was written everywhere in his blue eyes. He licked his lips as if he couldn’t decide how to ask his next question. “Did he… did he do anything else? While I’ve been away, did he hurt you?” 

You shook your head. “He’s been making more of the same comments, a bit more crude, but tonight was the first time he tried anything like that.”

Elvis let out a breath of relief, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Thank god.”

You looked up to kiss him again. His ghosted over yours, like he wasn’t sure how much you wanted from him, but he would give you as much or as little as you needed. 

“Elvis, what am I gonna do?” You pulled back to look at him. “Me and Momma can’t afford rent without that paycheck coming in.”

He smiled. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore, Baby.”

“What are you talking about?”

He gestured around the car with the arm that wasn’t around your waist. It was then that you took in everything new about your boyfriend: he’d picked you up from the cafe in a pink cadillac. Not only that, but he was wearing a pink silk suit, the same colour as a Memphis dusk. You recognised it from the window of the Lansky Brothers’ Tailor on Beale Street, from the many times you and Elvis had paused to admire it together. Underneath that, he wore a black lace shirt that looked equally expensive. 

“Elvis…?”

“I signed a record deal with RCA yesterday. $5,000 just as a bonus, not even as a salary.” He was grinning ear to ear, but you couldn’t understand what he was saying. $5,000? That much money couldn’t possibly exist. If it did, what difference would it make to you? 

“Baby, it’s happening. I bought my Momma a mansion yesterday, 23 rooms, on a big old ranch just outside of Memphis. And guess what? Two of those rooms are for you and your Momma there, too. If you'll have them. You never have to go back to working for that toad ever again.” Your expression didn't change. Elvis smiled nervously, hands giving yours a squeeze. “I can take care of everything.”

Then it clicked, and you threw your arms around his neck in a kiss, moving so that your legs were either side of his hips. Elvis moved his hands to your lower back, holding you close as the kiss deepened and you breathed, 

“I love you.”

He smiled against your lips as he answered for the first time,

“I love you too.”

#elvis presley smut #austin butler elvis #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #austin butler x reader #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #austin butler 50s #elvis x reader #protective!elvis #protective!elvis x reader #austin butler fanfic #elvis fanfic #austin elvis x reader #austin elvis imagine

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Spy Deal

Pairing: Charlie Conway x fem!reader

Summary: Coach Orion has a little job for his younger sister.

Warnings: Charlie's anger issues lol

A/N: I think I'll make a part 2 for this.

Word Count: 1.9k

Coach Bombay had heard wonders about you, since he had met Ted Orion, to him you were the best marketer in the Hockey world, of course, Orion was a bit biased considering you were his younger sister. You had controlled advertisements for some of the biggest teams in the USA, even the National team. At your ripe age of sixteen you were really making a name for yourself.

"Y/N!" Your older brother called through to you, for a few years you had been living in Minneapolis with your brother, his wife and your niece, Jen.

You left your bedroom and walked down the wooded corridor to the living room, "yeah what's up?"

"I have a little research job for you, perhaps you could help me learn more about this new team I'm taking on this year," he told you, offering you a seat on the sofa across for him.

You were instantly interested, your work had been quiet ever since the local hockey team had moved on to bigger things, "yeah I would be happy to help, under one condition."

He let out a chuckle, despite being twenty-two years older than you, you always had a price when it came to a bit of help, "okay, okay, you help and I we go on a brother-sister laser tag and sweetie shop run. Just like the old days."

"Oh my god! Yes! We haven't done that since I was like nine!" You grinned, reminiscing about your ninth birthday where your parents both had meetings all day so Ted took you out.

He smiled softly before continuing, "I have a new team coming via scholarships, they like to call themselves the Ducks, they won the Junior Goodwill Games last season."

"I'll be through with whatever I find later, then it's shooting time buddy!" You chuckled, standing up.

"Whatever you say baby sister," he mocked, drawing his attention back to his television as you left the room.

You quickly ran back to your room and flung yourself into your office chair and turned on your computer, after a few minutes your home screen appeared. You hummed a little tune as you opened up the internet.

"I'm sure there will be some newspaper files about them," you spoke to yourself, finding the local Minneapolis news paper. Despite the world wide web being a new phenomenon the archives were easy to access.

You slowly grew more intrigued as stories of this so-called 'wonder team' popped up, you filtered the site to only show clippings that contained the words 'ice hockey', 'ducks' and 'Bombay', their coach and a close friend of your brothers.

More and more clippings came up, this team were incredible, you had noticed that they had 4 'star' players, Captain Charlie Conway, Adam Banks and the Bash Brother, Fulton Reed and Dean Portman. They had even beaten Iceland's team, which was coached by the Wolf, a well-respected genius in the hockey world.

• • •

Bombay felt much more at ease knowing his beloved team would be passed onto the great Ted Orion, and after learning of your work in the hockey industry, he was thrilled that the ducks could gain even more attraction.

However, the Ducks were not too fond of their new coach, he had stripped Charlie of his captaincy and had taken away the team's spirit. They were no longer the ducks, they were Eden Hall's JV team.

"They hate me it's impossible to work with!" Ted groaned as you were all sat around the dinner table, knees deep in yet another of his rants.

Jen, who always tried to see the best in a situation spoke, "who knows, they might just be scared of you?"

"Darling, I don't think so," he smiled almost sadly.

"How about this, I can come with you to practise sit at the side and see if I can get some information off of them, I'll try to see why they haven't taken a liken to you." You suggested, Ted seemed to enjoy this suggestion as he nodded slightly.

"Are you sure they would talk to you?" Your sister-and-law asked, "I mean you are the younger sister of their coach."

"Well I am the same age as most of them, they might feel like they could say something." You answer, hoping you were right.

• • •

"Gather round team," your brother called, before growing impatient, "god gave you legs for a reason, use them!"

They all grumbled while they skated over, stopping in a messy semi-circle around you and him, peculiar looks on their faces.

"You may be wondering who this is-" Orion began before getting cut off by a tall looking boy with brown hair.

"Y'all that's Y/N! That girl who made that team in Chicago mega-famous!" He shouted.

"The team can't be that famous if you don't know the name, Dwayne," another boy quipped back, this one had off-black hair and was shorter than this Dwayne character.

"Yes Dwayne, this is the Y/n and she is my younger sister, she's just here to supervise the game. She finally decided that lying in her bed all day fawning over Michael J Fox in Back to the Future wasn't being productive." He introduced you, his last comment making you shake your head and flush.

They all exchanged looks, before yet another boy, this time you recognised as Charlie Conway, spoke up, "What age is she, shouldn't she be a bit older if she's your sister?"

"I'm sixteen, our mum had him quite young," you clarified. "Okay Ted, I'm going to go sit down." The team's uproar started again after hearing that their new coach's name is Ted. You laughed, something so normal was causing quite the stir.

The practice wasn't anything interesting, just some drills and a mock game to finish. You were brought out of the trance, that you had caught yourself in when the sound of skates dragging to a halt in front of you.

It was girl who had a long plait in going down her back, "Hi, I'm Connie!"

"Y/N, it's lovely to meet you," you smiled.

She smiled back before pondering her next question, "does coach Orion always act grumpy?"

You laughed slightly, "no, don't worry, he does really want to see you all succeed but he just doesn't know how to get around it."

"Well he doesn't act like it, look!" Connie gestured to the rest of the team, who were all shooting at Goldberg as Orion barked out orders. That's when you noticed that one of the players who had played with them since the PeeWees wasn't there.

"Connie, is there not meant to be another boy, he's blonde, wears number ninety-nine?" You inquired, looking back at the girl.

She smiled slightly, "awe yeah, Banks, he plays for Varsity now." She spoke, almost proud of her ex-teammate. "Well, I better get back to practising, we need to speak again Y/N!"

You grinned, "definitely!"

the girl skated away, lapping around some of the other players, then shooting a puck past Goldberg into the net.

When practise finished Ted approached you, "so did you speak to anyone?"

"Only Connie, she's super nice, but she thinks you're dead grumpy." You answered, this made him frown slightly.

"I know this is a lot to ask, but do you think you could find Conway and try to talk to him?" He asked, a glint of pleading in his eyes.

You smiled, "yeah I'll speak to him, just because I love you so very much," you teased lightly, which caused him to gently slap the back of your head.

"You're a cheeky prick," he laughed, helping you up.

"That's what you get for having a sixteen-year-old sister when you're thirty!" You grinned back, walking off the ice with your beloved older brother.

• • •

You spotted the brunette boy in the distance walking out of Eden Hall, quickly, you jogged after him.

"Charlie!" You called out, which made him turn around.

He grimaced when he saw you fast approaching, "what do you want?"

"I just want to talk, you seemed kind of," you hummed. You tried to think of a way to make this sound like you weren't being bitchy, "agitated, earlier."

He huffed slightly, "Obviously, have you seen my coach!"

"Hey! Let's remember that's my brother!" You faked annoyance before laughing.

This made him smile, "Fine we can talk, under one condition."

"Woah there Conway, take me out for dinner then we can see where it goes!" You joked, making him flush under the blinding sun.

He shook his head sheepishly, "no! Not like that, I meant to buy me ice cream!" He scrambled out, "if you buy me ice cream, I'll talk to you about anything you want."

You pondered his requirement, "are you asking me on a date Conway?"

"It's a get-together, not a date! Don't be so silly!" He groaned.

You chuckled at his comment, "come on!" You cheered, beckoning him to follow you towards the seafront. Where an ice cream truck would roll on by tweeting out a chirpy tune at exactly ten past five every evening.

The pair of you reached the boardwalk next to the swirling sea just in time to hear the merry tune which signified it was ice cream time. Charlie immediately sped-walked over to where the truck would park and scowled at you as you slowly traipsed over.

"Okay, number ninety-six what are you for having?" You quipped looking up at the boy.

"Two scoops, chocolate orange and vanilla," he answered back after studying the array of flavours intently.

You only smiled at him before going up to the window, "a two scoop cone of chocolate orange and vanilla," you hummed, "and a rocket ice lolly for me."

"That'll be four dollars and fifty cents, doll," the woman in the truck said, handing Charlie both of the sweet treats while you reached for a five-dollar note then slid it over to her.

"Thank you!" You grinned, taking your ice lolly from Charlie.

"Since we never introduced ourselves directly to each other," you spoke before tasting your lolly. "I'm Y/N Orion, I'm sixteen and I grew up in Tampa."

Charlie gave you an odd look before reluctantly speaking, "I'm Charlie Conway, ex-captain of the Ducks and the USA team and I'm also sixteen. Oh and I'm from Minneapolis."

"Lovely to meet you, Charlie Conway!" You smiled towards him, a smile which he returned apprehensivley.

You grabbed his free hand and pulled him towards a free bench and sat down, indicating him to sit down next to you.

"So, Y/N what brings you to Eden Hall?" He asked.

"Well I don't go to school there but Ted just wondered if I could help him gain some information on the players." You explained, Charlie didn't seem to be fond of this answer.

"So you're only here right now with me for some sort of spy deal?" He accused, anger radiating off of him.

"No! Of course not, he just wanted to know how to get you guys working as a team!" You defended, hoping this answer would calm him down.

He scoffed, "well excuse me, we are a team, the ducks, it's just Orion is not a part of it!"

"Come on Charlie! He just wants whats best for you!" you pleaded.

He huffed again and silently got up and stormed away, you quickly followed him, "Charlie, he doesn't mean anything bad!"

•••

You trudged back into the Orion household, swiftly going to your room and slamming the door.

"Y/N you good?" Ted shouted over towards your room, there was a lengthy silence that followed which made him enter your room.

"Charlie hates me!"

#charlie conway x reader #tmd x reader #the might ducks x reader #lou writes fanfic #Spotify

[allys-corner]

Family Ties - Part 2

Summary: You and Eddie have known eachother since childhood, though a falling out between the two of you has led to you guys becoming distant. Can Uncle Wayne and your parent's meddling solve this issue?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

A/N: Sorry it's a bit rushed but finally finished it :P

<><><>

It really was a shame that your Aunt Janice was staying for a week, or at least for Eddie it was. This is how he found himself stuck at the library with you talking about all your plans for prom. It was as if you were talking to a brick wall with how unresponsive Eddie was, but it didn’t seem to stop you. It was only when you brought up that Eddie should really find a date and go to prom, that he finally spoke up.

“Actually I did find a girl to take to prom. All the blabbering you did about it convinced me to go, so I hope you're happy.” He finishes. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to congratulate him or to apologize. You tampered down your hint of disappointment as you responded.

“I’m so glad, Eddie! You’re gonna have more fun than you think.”

“Yeah, sure, let’s hope.” a moment passes before he quietly asks “Are you going with anyone?”

“Are you telling me you care?” you question teasingly.

“No, I just wanna judge your choice in men.” Eddie quips.

“Well… if you must know, one of the basketball players asked me out, and his name is Reed.”

“Wow, Reed, couldn’t have found a Joe or an Adam instead, it had to be the guy with the weird name.”

“Whatever,” you groan “I shouldn’t even have told you.”

“Yeah, probably” Eddie shrugs with a smirk before turning back towards his project, and with that the conversation is over.

The few weeks leading up to prom had you more stressed than usual. Firstly, your dress had arrived late and been the wrong size so you had to exchange it. Secondly, your concealer had spilled all into your makeup bag, so you were having to borrow Stella's kit. This is how you found yourself surrounded by a group of gaggling girls a couple hours before prom. If you knew that Stella was going to insist on doing your makeup for you, you would have gone and bought some makeup from the store instead, but alas here you were.

With a face full of powder and more lipstick than you've ever worn in your life, you finally are released from Stella's grasp. They fawn over you for a couple moments before returning to their own reflections. With the makeup done the only thing left was to pin up your hair.

Moving as to not be noticed, you break from the group and make your way towards your closest. Opening it up, you shove your clothes aside and reach for the box in the back. The box was taped up with EDIE AD Y/N TRESURES in Eddie's messy scrawl. You had kept onto it long after Eddie had stopped talking to you. Opening it up, you push aside a marble and some old lottery tickets before finding what you were looking for. You reach in and pull out the piece of jewelry from inside. You examine the piece while your mind is taken back to the moment you got it.

It was late summer and it was nearing the start of school. This meant that you and Eddie were outside everyday taking advantage of your last vestiges of freedom. Your small childish footsteps sounded loud thundering through the forest as you feel Eddie hot on your heels. Suddenly a branch is in front of you; you misstep and go flying right into the thick mud. The fall doesn’t hurt much, but it has left you covered in mud stains.

Tears gather in your eyes quicker than you can even think to call them. This had been a new outfit your mom had gotten you a week ago and now it was completely ruined and not to mention that Eddie was about to see you looking worse for wear. You hear Eddie run up beside you as you gather your strength to push up from the ground. You can’t even meet his eyes as you stagger to your knees, but Eddie doesn’t let you get far before he’s grabbing your elbow and helping you up.

Before he can make a witty remark about your dumb clumsiness, he notices the tears running down your cheeks. You’ve bitten your lips to try to stop the noises, but they are hard to miss in the quiet forest. Eddie seems to flounder on how to help you before he seems to spring into action. He grabs your hand and begins pulling (more like dragging) you back towards his trailer.

When you reach the inside, Eddie leads you to his room. He busts the door open and strides over to his toy chest. He rummages around for a good minute before pulling out something that seemed odd residing inside. It was a red jeweled brooch with an intricate gold band holding it in place, while a few stones decorated the outlining metal. The jewels were definitely fake and the metal paint was peeling off the bottom, but in your eyes it was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen.

“Where’d you get this?” You ask in wonder, not taking your eyes from the trinket.

“Do you like it? I was gonna give it to you for your birthday in a few weeks but you seemed so sad I thought you wouldn’t mind getting it early.” His sheepish grin let you know that he was nervous about your opinion of his gift. You’re overcome with love for your friend and before you can think too much, you are grabbing him into a hug and pressing a big kiss to his cheek.

Eddie tolerates it for a bit before shoving you off while playfully whipping his cheek. You aren’t bothered though because this gift proved that Eddie cared for you just as much as you did him.

You are broken from your thoughts as the girls call you downstairs for pictures. You quickly secure the brooch in your hair piece and place the box back in the corner of your closet.

Walking down the stairs you notice that your date had still arrived. Agreeing to take the pictures without him, you begin a good round of fake smiles before everyone is done and ready to go.

"Do you know how much longer he's gonna be?" Beth's stuffy voice blurts out after a bit of silence. It was ten minutes past 7, and they were impatiently waiting around by the front door.

"No, he hasn't texted me back" you take a quick glance at your blank phone screen before straightening up,"but you know what, you guys go on ahead. I'm sure he'll be here soon." you pipe up giving a weak hesitant smile. The group looks you over before Abby speaks.

"Are you sure? I mean we just really don't wanna be late.'' The fake sincerity is evident from a mile away, but you just give another lip twitch.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. I'll be there soon,” you reply.

That's all the convincing needed for the group to herd out your door, already gabbing about whose riding in whose car. You take a seat on the couch and glance at the clock again. Only a couple minutes had passed since you last looked, that wasn't very late at all.

<><><>

Eddie was outside enjoying a cigarette (and a break from the hellish dance) when he saw Reed’s blue truck pull up. Well, at least she’s having fun tonight. Hope I don’t have to hear all about it tomorrow. She sure does like to talk. The thought brings on an unintentional smile to his face.

Eddie’s thoughts are cut short when he sees Reed and his buddy pile out along with two girls. As Eddie looks at them trying to identify you, he realizes that neither of them are you. He observes Reed putting his arm around the short blonde’s shoulder, and Eddie’s feet start to move on their own. Before he knows it, he’s reaching the group.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Eddie butts in, throwing himself into the group’s path, “Where’s y/n?” he asks, looking around at the group once more.

“Probably at home, dude,” Reed chuckles snidely, looking at his friend as if he was done with the conversation already.

“I thought she was going with you tonight?” Eddie implores harshly, placing himself back into the guy’s sights.

“She was, until I decided to go with Jessica here,” he leans in “She’s a bit easier on the eyes, and other things, if you know what I mean.” Eddie jerks away from him, quickly. With anger coursing through him, he grabs the jock’s arm roughly and drags him closer.

“So, did you let y/n know that you found another date or not?” Eddie demands.

“Yeah, sure freak, that’s what I did” he laughs, shrugging off the grip before turning to head inside the gym. He doesn’t get far before Eddie slams his fist into the back of his head. From there, the fight was pretty messy as it was two against one. Even with the odds, Eddie didn’t back down.

<><><>

The ring of the doorbell knocks you from your thoughts. You had already tried calling Reed about a hundred times and realized that he was a no show. That’s why you were curled up on the couch when the noise arose. Thankfully your parents had already left, and Aunt Janice was fast asleep in her room. You didn’t have the heart to tell them yet and you were still clinging to your fading hope a while longer. You feel your heart start beating faster as you walk towards your front door thinking maybe someone was here looking for you. Your face turns to one of confusion when you see a thoroughly roughed up Eddie Munson outside.

<><><>

About 2 hours and a broken liquor cabinet door later, you and Eddie are sat side by side on your family’s couch. A bottle of cheap rum sitting nearly empty in Eddie’s lap. You had figured out early on that Eddie could drink a lot more than you. That’s why your brain-to-mouth filter was mostly gone at this point.

“Eddie, why are you so harsh to me all the time? Did I do something to upset you?” you question softly looking downtrodden. Eddie looks shocked by your bluntness and takes a deep breath before responding.

“The only reason I was mean to you is because of the people you hang out with,” he reasons.

“Oh come on they’re not all that bad” You begin to defend before Eddie shoots a pointed look at your prom dress.

“Okay, yeah, they are kind of the worst.” You chuckle while sitting up further on the couch. The new position puts you and Eddie at eye level. You look down to try and hide your blushing cheeks. As you look down at your lap, the honesty spills out unhindered by the alcohol.

“The only reason I hung out with them is because I didn’t see myself belonging with your group of friends anymore. You guys got along as soon as you met and I was so happy for you,” you struggled for a minute before continuing “but it sort of felt like you had finally found your guy group, and I was the awkward girl your uncle forced you to hang out with.”

Eddie takes your hands from your laps before replying, “I never saw you as just a family friend and at that time we were both pretty awkward,” Eddie jokes “You and I were like Bonnie and Clyde, always making trouble for everyone else and having fun while doing it.”

You let out a soft laugh and Eddie smiles, “but when you started making excuses about hanging out, I figured you were done being friends with the class weirdo.”

“Eddie, you are not a weirdo. You are the most caring, kind, big-hearted person I know, and I would give up all the friends in the world just to be friends with you.” You gesture around the empty living room “Look around, do you see how great my non-weirdo friends are? Not a single one of them is thinking about me right now, but you gave up your date and a night with your guys to come hang out with this mess,” you conclude, gesturing to yourself. Eddie looks at you for a moment before shaking his head, curls flying everywhere.

“See, that’s were your wrong, princess. I’ve never had my shit together a day in my life. I thrive off the so-called “mess” so I’m exactly where I want to be tonight.”

Tears gather in the corners of your eyes as you process his words. Eddie was the first person besides family in a long time to actually want to be around you, and it felt really nice.

Before you can get too lost in thoughts, Eddie hesitantly speaks again, “So, since we're being honest to each other tonight and everything, I think I need to tell you something.”

It’s as if the atmosphere changes with each word, and you just know that he’s about to say something really important. It sobers you up a bit, as you tilt your head to look at him fully.

“Um, so, ever since the first time we met, back when we were toddlers, I’ve always thought you were just the greatest.” You give a tentative smile, “I mean it was like you were the missing piece and I felt whole when I was with you.” Eddie stops to gauge your expression and you respond with a watery smile.

Encouraged by your look, Eddie continues on, “It took me a long time to realize why I felt this way, and by the time I got there you were already disappearing from my life. As time went on, I started to resent you a lot for leaving me, and I thought the feelings that I had had gone away, but every time I saw you in your cute overalls and your tacky shirts it would come back to me.”

“I wanted to ignore it, but I don’t think I can anymore.” Eddie takes a deep breath before looking directly at you, “I’m in love with you, y/n. I have been from the moment I met you and I probably will be until the day I die. And it's dumb and mushy and so not hardcore, but I just wanna be around you all the time! When you're out of my life, it’s just not the same and I don’t wanna ever go back to that again. That’s why, if you don’t feel the same, we’ll never have to tal-“ Your lips cut off Eddie’s words as you crash into. A bit too hard, from all the liquor, but you guys enjoy it all the same.

Air is needed too quickly as you both pull back, shyly. Eddie’s hand is resting on your cheek and both your lips are slightly swollen and tasting of liquor, but you didn’t think your first kiss could be any better than that. Except maybe your second kiss? Guess you’ll just have to find out ;)

#reader insert #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic

[goodstories08]

Wiccan

Reed Richards X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: Y/n and Reed lived a happy and simple life, they fell in love and had a family together. Things weren’t as simple as they seemed how ever, Y/n was an alternate version of Wanda’s son Billy. When she crosses paths with the Illuminati on her journey for happiness, Y/n must face his mother and save his husband.

!Disclaimer! Dr. Strange Multiverse of Madness SPOILERS!

“Stop Wanda, there’s no need for this,” Reed yelled as he swung down to the cold marble floor. The other members of the Illuminati stood behind him in defensive positions as Wanda’s eyes glew a brighter shade of red.

“Do you have kids, Mr. Richards,” Wanda said in a blank tone, Reed furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and nodded. “Is their mother still alive?” Reed was still confused but cautious and in a fighting position, “Yes, their father is alive.” Wanda tilted her head as she raised her hands, bright glowing orbs held between her fingers, “Good, at least they’ll have one parent left to look after them.”

Y/n flung up off his bed panting, he looked down to his arms as Skylar and Athena woke up. The two children rubbed their eyes and slowly rose from their their slumber, “Daddy where are you going, were is Papa?” Y/n’s eyes burned a bright blue, “Papa’s in trouble, stay here.” He ran out of the room while the two girls stay sitting up confused to what was happening.

He ran out of the door and focused his energy to form an orb in his hands. His baggy tee shirt and shorts morphed into a starry suit and red cloak. A light blue aura surrounded his body as he flew up into the night sky.

“Wanda you need to stop!,” Reed yelled before jumping forward, he was stoped however by Wanda. She raised her hand and lifted him from the ground, “Goodbye Mr. Richards.”

“NO!” Y/n flew down and slammed the ground crating a shockwave of blue to slam Wanda into the concrete wall. “Reed,” Y/n yelled while falling down to his side. Reed’s chest heaved up and down heavily as the cut on his forehead bleed more. “Y/n you need to get out of here!”

“No I won’t leave you,” Y/n cried before turning his head to see Wanda fighting Captain Carter and Captain Marvel. The sound of Captain Carter’s shield bouncing of the wall and into her ring through the building. She let out a single groan of pain before falling to the floor. Reed tried to stand but couldn’t balance himself. “Stay here Reed,” Y/n flew up from the ground, hovering about a few feet in the air.

Wanda turned her attention to him and her expression softened. “Billy?,” she said with emotion on her voice, tears rolled down her eyes as they turned back to normal color. “Who the fuck is that?! My name is Y/n,” he yelled causing Wanda to flinch a bit.

“No your my son, but older. No need to be scared come here,” she said in a comforting tone. “Stay away from me and my husband!” Y/n warned while she started to float up to match Y/n’s height. “He’s your husband? You have kids? I want to meet them. Let me see my grandchildren,” she said in a harsh manner, eyes glowing bright red once more.

“Stay away from my family bitch,” Wanda threw a piece of concrete toward Y/n but he stoped it with ease. “I said stay away!” His hands flew I front of his face, the concrete price crumbled away and Wanda was lifted from her place. Blue energy swirled around her, pulling her apart limb by limb. She screamed but shortly after, snapped out of it and pushed Y/n to the ground. He groaned in pain as the pressure increased.

“Billy sweetie I don’t want to hurt you,” She said while coming down toward the ground. She reached out and turned Y/n over, her eyes widened when she saw his eyes. They were glowing brighter than the sun, she immediately fell back. Blinded by the bright light. Y/n let out a scream as a giant force threw her into a giant statue. His screams continued as he fell to the floor. His vision started to blur.

“Y/n!” Reed called as he stumbled over to Y/n, he laid a kiss on his lips and whispered, “Get us out of here.”

Y/n channeled his last bit of energy to teleport them home. Skylar and Athena ran up to their dads as soon as they say them walk through the door, both covered in bloodstains and dirt. “Papa what happened?,” one of the curious little girls questioned. Reed smiled and pulled the two girls and Y/n in for a hug. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Reed,” Y/n whispered, “What about Wanda we can’t stop her.” He shook his head and lifted Y/n’s chin. “Don’t worry about that right now,” he pulled the shorter male into his chest before kissing him passionately. “I love you.”

#reed richards #x male reader #dr strange #wanda maximoff #marvel #gay #lgbtq

[spaceagebachelormann]

zigmar i come to you humbly on this fine evening with the simple request that you give me some sort of might duck sustenance por favor and muchas gracias

they can be incoherent and stupid and goofy and silly to the max i just need to rotate this little kids like rotisserie chickens in my mind (esp fulton portman and julie)

random miscellaneous tmd thoughts !

✧ warnings: some of them may be ooc ngl

✧ additional info: u got it pookums 😈😈😈🙏 also these can be read as either platonic or romantic (not luis)

✧ m.list — nav.

♡ charlie conway !

the most insane taste in music literally ever

bro goes from madonna to death metal SO FAST

but ngl his playlist is always the best and he always gets to play music whenever u go anywhere

but oh my god he’d love pierce the veil in present day

HES ALSO LIKE SOMEHOW AMAZING AT MATH. but he cannot do science for literal shit

also his clothing style changes js like his music taste

will literally be kurt cobain one day and morrissey the next (hed hate morrissey though)

♡ adam banks !

every team sleepover/event/literally anything could js be a spontaneous hangout is always at his house

it’s because he’s rich and his house is huge as fuck and he has every board game known to man

just do not play uno because a fight always breaks out (charlie is always part of it)

he’s always the one who ends the fight also

he has this very calming presence that’s so nice to be around and him js talking to whoever got into a fight immediately helps calm them down

also weirdly good at comforting in the middle of the night but never during the day??

♡ lester averman !

he would watch full house religiously prove me wrong

his favourite character is obviously joey because they are one in the same

everyone on the team and their mother has been forced to watch full house while he’s been at their house/vice versa

he can also cook like. decently well !! it’s not something he’d prefer to do but he will for his friends if they’re tired or smth

♡ fulton reed !

this little shit

he is so unbelievably competitive over the smallest things it’s actually insane

typa guy to race u to see who can get to one side of the room first and start genuinely tweaking if he doesn’t win

at sleepovers he refuses to fall asleep first even if it’s just by a few minutes

he could be dead to the world but still have his eyes open cause he refuses to let u win (unless ur his s/o cause he might consider it that way)

♡ connie moreau !

she is definitely a theatre kid idc

her favourite musicals are probably grease, hairspray and heathers

she likes female main characters!!

everytime she gets into a new fandom she immediately starts thinking abt what it’d be like a musical and probably wanted to be a composer at some point

would 100% beg to use the aux on a road trip and then blast hamilton loud as balls

she wholeheartedly believes six is a top tier musical and she will DIE on this hill

(fun fact i’ve met andrea macasaet <3)

♡ guy germaine !

modern day guy would’ve loved basic white girl music

“life is too short to pretend to hate taylor swift” —him

also 100% a britney spears girlie. and nsync and every stereotypical white girl artist

but i wholeheartedly believe britney would be his favourite and he has her whole discography on cassette, cd, vinyl, u name it he has a britney spears collection

also his ass is NOT straight 💀 i’ve never met a straight man who listens to britney spears

♡ julie gaffney !

lowkey a regina george multitude if she wasn’t kinda. yk. a bad person

she’s a mix of cher and regina

everyone at the fancy ass boarding school literally loves her because she’s calm, smart pretty nice etc etc she’s just a really great person to be around

shes that one student who has every assignment finisher a week early, all a’s and 100% in every subject WITHOUT being mean abt it!!

her ass is friends with the whole student population and knows every well and knows all the drama but won’t tell everyone if she thinks it’s too personal (it’s it’s random petty nonsense she tells the team)

♡ ken wu !

secretly rlly good friends with julie but nobody knows even though they do not try to hide it at all

literally wander the halls talking abt whatever just for everyone to be like “y’all are friends???”

also this man secretly loves lana del rey

him and julie will sit on his bedroom floor and literally tell him the most insane and jaw dropping gossip she heard that day while lana is playing in the background

everytime someone asks his favourite lana song he says grandfather please stand on the shoulders of my father while he’s deep-sea fishing on did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd to fuck with them

♡ dean portman !

is actually very very good at math!!

he was a tutor for the 9th/10th graders for a bit to get volunteer hours and also cause he just likes doing math

you’d expect it to be like doing homework with ur dad and the poor kid is in tears while deans like “WHATS NINE. TIMES TWO.” but he’s actually surprisingly patient

if he’s explained something a few times and they still don’t get it he’ll just try it a different way until they get it and work them through the problem

has rlly strong relationships with the 9th and 10th graders cause of this and is essentially their older brother figure

the amount of 14/15 year olds that he’s given relationship advice too is insane (id be one of the 14 year olds probably)

♡ luis mendoza !

his type is secretly quiet girls cause he finds them rlly interesting and likes the thought of them being happy around him but quiet around everyone else

he’s like yes girl be urself with me

it all stemmed from the girl he liked in 8th grade who helped pick up his pencils when she accidentally knocked his pencil case out of his hand (she was a quiet nerdy girl)

like a whole year later and he’s still trying to rizz her up 💀

he’s one of those guys who takes forever to lose feelings

the girl is actually good friends with him btw

♡ dwayne robertson !

i feel like he is fucking AMAZING at baking

his icon is dolly parton and he heard berry pie so he immediately learned how to bake

if someone he knows has a birthday he either bakes the birthday cake or brings them something he made depending on how close he is with them

and holy shit it’s the most amazing thing u will ever taste and nothing will ever compare

yes he’s one of those guys who will go on an 18 minute tangent on how amazing dolly parton is if someone talks shit about her (same i love dolly)

#mars writing 🧈 #lee 🐴 #mars silly little mutuals <3 #the mighty ducks #tmd #the mighty ducks x reader #tmd x reader #charlie conway #adam banks #lester averman #fulton reed #connie moreau #guy germaine #julie gaffney #ken wu #kenny wu #dean portman #luis mendoza #dwayne robertson

[deadolloading]

Solicitudes

Presentación de mi perfil, lo que escribo, reglas.

¡Hola pequeña personita! Me presento, soy deadolloading aún que pueden decirme Joven D, Doll, Dolly o como gustes. Mis pronombres son She/Her/Him, ¡Pero puedes decirme como sea!

Mi blog es totalmente en contenido en español, esto es debido a que no se mucho de inglés y hasta que no lo aprenda en su totalidad, no haré contenido en inglés.

El contenido de mi perfil apunta específicamente a todo lo relacionado con fanfics, pequeños escritos míos, etc. Igualmente los fanfics van del famoso Character x Reader o como el famoso Character x T/N.

Personas de cualquier edad, genero, creencia o nacionalidad ¡Es completamente bienvenido! Ya que mi contenido va para todo público ya que me incomoda escribir cualquier cosa NSFW, por lo que todo mi contenido es SFW, en caso de ser lo contrario se pide que no interactúen con esa publicación.

Requests are open!

Lea esto antes de solicitar cualquier fanfic, headcanon y esas cosas (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

Nota: A veces no puedo publicar mucho debido a lo ocupado que suelo estar.

Soy muy imaginativo con headcanons, escenarios/drabbles y es posible que veas mucho de eso en mi perfil, pero nada de fanfics o one-shots y tendrás que esperar mucho tiempo para que haga uno.

Por favor, no envíe hagas spam de solicitudes porque en esos caso no lo haré.

Si no publico un post muy largo, puede ser porque no tengo mucha imaginación en ese momento, disculpas de antemano.

¡El inglés no es mi primer idioma! Así que lo siento mucho por lo que solo escribiré en español.

Cuando pida algo en mi bandeja, por favor dame detalles de lo que quieres, como una parte específica que desea que agregue, qué personaje, género del lector, etc.

Solo puede escribir de 2 a 3 personajes a la vez.

Quiero que este lugar sea seguro tanto para mí como para los lectores.

Tengo todo el derecho a rechazar una solicitud, especialmente si rompe con las reglas que ya tengo.

Acepto escribir

Relaciones poliamorosas.

Dolor/comodidad.

Pelusa.

Amor, oc x character

No acepto escribir

Incesto

Sexo/NSFW

Violencia

Pedofilia, zoofilia

Relaciones altamente tóxicas

Fandoms y personajes para los que escribo !

Videojuegos

Phantom of the Opera - MazM

Christine Daae Sorelli Dupont Melek Levni Detective Hatim Eric

Genshin Impact

Sucrose Rosaria Beidou Amber Kaeya Diluc Jean Aloy Lisa

Mario Bros

Princess Peach Princess Daisy Rosalina Pauline Mario Luigi

Cuphead

Baroness Von Bon Bon Chef Saltbaker Cala Maria Hilda Berg

Five Night's at Freddy's

Michael Afton William Afton Henry Emily Clara Afton Animatronics

Sims 4

Elvira Lapida

Series/Anime/ARG

The Mandela Catalogo

Cesar Torres Mark Heathcliff Adam Murray Jonah Marshall Arcangel Gabriel Alt!Archangel Gabriel Sarah Heathcliff

Popee the Performer

Papi Poppe Eepop Kedamono

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Tanjiro Kamado Nezuko Kamado Inosuke Hashibira Zenitsu Agatsuma Muzan Kibutsuji Kagaya Ubuyashiki Kyōjurō Rengoku Obanai Iguro Gyomei Himejima Tengen Uzui Shinjuro Rengoku Mitsuri Kanroji Shinobu Kochō

Welcome Home

Wally Darling Julie Joyful Barnaby B. Beagle Frank Frankly Eddie Dear Howdy Pillar Sally Starlet Poppy Partridge

My Hero Academia

Kyoka Jiro Eijiro Kirishima Denki Kaminari Mei Hatsume Mt. Lady Tsuyu Asui Tenya Iida Endeavor Ochako Uraraka Momo Yaoyorozu

Sakura CardCaptor

Tomoyo Daidōji Tōya Kinomoto Yukito Tsukishiro Maki Matsumoto Nadeshiko Kinomoto Syaoran Li Fujitaka Kinomoto Kaho Mizuki Sakura Kinomoto Clow Reed Caras Clow

Sailor Moon

Usagi Tsukino Rei Hino Makoto Kino Ami Mizuno Minako Aino Haruka Teno Michiru Kaio Setsuna Meio Nephrite Mamoru Chiba/Tuxedo Mask Kou Seiya Kou Yaten Kou Taiki

Dragon Ball

Gohan Veggetta Piccolo Trunks Broly Androide 18 Androide 17 Whis Krilin

Scooby-Doo

Vilma Dinkley Daphne Blake Shaggy Rogers Fred Jones

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Montgomery Montgomery Violet Baudelaire Klaus Baudelaire Georgina Orwell Justice Strauss Fernald Fiona Kit Snicket Lemony Snicket  Gustav Sebald

Marvel/DC Comics

Solo agregare unos personajes

Doctor Octopus - Spiderman Miguel O'Hara - Spiderman Ghost Spider - Spiderman Spider-Man Noir - Spiderman Doctor Stranger - Marvel Peggy Carter - Marvel Raven - DC Comics Starfire - DC Comics Beast Boy - DC Comics Green Arrow - DC Comics

Moral Orel

Bloberta Puppington Clay Puppington Rod Putty Stephanie Putty Nurse Bendy

The Amazing Digital Circus

Ragatha x Reader Pomni x Reader Caine x Moon Caine x Reader Jax x Reader Gingle x Reader

Otros personajes (serie o película)

Miss Peregrine - Miss Peregrine y el hogar para chicos peculiares Carrie - Carrie 1976 Michael Myers - Halloween Jason Voorhees - Viernes 13 Thomas Hewitt - Masacre en Texas 2006 Ghostface - Danny Johnson Phantom of the Opera - Movie 2004 Blue Diamont - Steven Universe Yellow Diamond - Steven Universe Personajes de Disney - Solo si lo conozco

⠀⠀ ⠀ Reglas ⛧ ?!

ㅤㅤ⛧ Especificar por favor lo que quieren, no soy adivina. Si quieren cierta situación especifica, ese tipo de cosas ya saben.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Al momento de escribir para lectores, lo diré de una vez, no se mucho de pronombres. Por lo que si quieres de un personaje no binario o algo así, por favor dime como es su uso de pronombres para escribirlo y te sientas cómodo.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Esto totalmente abierta a la idea de escribir OC x Character, para eso pido que en privado me den algo de información de su oc. Alguna ficha, descripción de personalidad y física, ese tipo de cosas.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Pido que me tengan paciencia, suele escribir de forma muy tardada debido a mi gran bloqueo de escritor. Ténganme paciencia, soy nuevo en esto :').

ㅤㅤ⛧ ¡Pueden pedirme cualquier cosa! Romance, platónico, relación padre/madre e hijx, de hermandad, etc.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Por favor, pido respeto ya que esto es como un tipo de pasatiempo para mi. No vengo a molestar a nadie y tampoco vengo a que me molesten. Si no les gusta mi perfil o tienes problemas conmigo, te pido amablemente que dejes mi perfil y con gusto puedes bloquearme.

Eso sería todo por mi parte, bienvenidos a mi perfil y espero que les guste mi contenido.

¡Nos vemos!

#character x reader #español #spanish fanfic #fanfic #phantom of the opera #mario bros #cuphead #five nights at freddy's #sims 4 #the mandela catalogue #poppe the performer #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu academy #welcome home #sakura card captor #sailor moon #dragon ball #scooby doo #asoue x reader #a series of unfortunate quotes #spiderman #disney #disney x reader #princess daisy x reader #william afton x reader #the amazing digital circus #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #caine x moon

[deepspacedukat]

Rewarded Patience

Yes, I'm late. This one was difficult, and life wasn't giving me the break that I thought it was, so my apologies. Memory Beta has Major Hayes's first name listed as "Joss" so that's what I'm using here. Apparently, another source has him listed as "Jeremiah". Idk, he just doesn't feel like a Jeremiah to me.

Also, I haven't specified the reader's gender in this one. Enjoy!

Day 25: Ball Massage

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Major Hayes (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), ball massage, MACO x Starfleet Security officer, slight dom!Hayes, slight sub!reader, dirty talk, praise kink, stress relief, established relationship.

~*~

We had both waited all day for this. With the grueling training that all the officers aboard Enterprise had been doing in preparation for our eventual contact with the Xindi, I'd had very little time to engage in any sort of recreational activities.

Tonight was the night we'd finally get to spend a little quality time together. After pulling a double shift, my off-duty time - which had lined up with Major Hayes's for the first time in a week - finally rolled around, and I found myself in my favorite place: his bed. Or, more accurately, kneeling beside his bed.

"So patient for me, Ensign," he murmured trailing his hands softly down the back of my neck. His rough, callused fingers paused on my bruised shoulders, squeezing gently. "I know I told Reed to take off the kiddy gloves with his people, but I didn't think he'd be this tough on you. You're so tense..."

"I'm okay, really. I had way worse in Starfleet survival training," I said trying to assuage the worry making his brows furrow. He didn't need any added stress. None of us did, given that we were the only thing standing between the Xindi and Earth's destruction.

Neither of us has disclosed our relationship status to our higher-ups back on Earth. Prior to the attack by the Xindi, we didn't expect our careers to mix, and the overall dynamic when this started had been entirely different, too. A little stress relief and companionship...I guess the closest description would have been friends with benefits. Given our proximity on this mission, though, that had changed only a few weeks in.

The Major remained silent as he started to lightly massage the tension out of my muscles. His concern was palpable as I looked up at him and reached up to cup his cheek.

"Joss, I'm alright. It's you I'm worried about."

He looked at me quizzically as his hands continued their gentle kneading.

"You're in charge of training so many people, responsible for so much," I said pressing slow, soft kisses up the inside of his thighs toward his boxers. "Let me take care of you. Please, Major?"

His Adam's apple bobbed just as I looked up at him and pressed a kiss onto the growing bulge between his legs. He got to his feet and quickly removed the last fabric barrier between us, tossing the undergarment haphazardly aside.

Keeping eye contact with my lover, I repeated my steps, kissing my way up his inner thighs until I was able to nuzzle softly into his groin. I skimmed my hands up his legs, using one to steady myself on his thigh while I used the other to cup his balls.

"Fuck." The expletive slipped out on the back of a shaky exhale. He clearly needed this if such a small action had already begun to unravel him. Licking up his hard length, I looked up at him as I started delicately kneading his testicles. A desperate moan escaped Joss's throat as I sucked on his angry red tip as my fingers massaged him. "So good for me..."

Humming around his cock, I built up the pace until he was thrusting minutely in my grasp. The Major's hands grasped my head and guided my movements.

"You trying to feel how pent-up I am? Tryin' to get a sneak preview of how much you're gonna swallow for me?" Moaning as he forced my head farther down, I tried to answer in the affirmative, but it just came out as a broken gurgle. "That's it, choke on me, baby."

Joss's head fell back and he growled as he pulled out of my mouth. This was one of his favorite games to play. He liked to see how far he could stretch his willpower and patience before he snapped. Judging by the hunger in his eyes when he dragged me up onto his lap, this was going to be a long night.

~*~*~

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#deepspacedukat fic #Major Hayes x Reader

[lunarfleur]

Don’t Touch Our Goalie ~ Dean Portman and Fulton Reed

Tagging: @collieflower215 @juneberrie @whyareyouhere66 @sluggmuffin

Warnings:Fighting, cursing.

Summary: Dean and Fulton will never tolerate someone laying their hands on their favorite goalie

This is x male! Reader!

Hockey was an aggressive sport. You knew that. Hockey players could be aggressive. You knew that, too. Hockey could be unfair. You knew that better than anything else about the sport.

It was one single save that set him off. You were a good goalie, there wasn’t anything that could make you believe otherwise. But, sometimes, even after the whistle gets blown, players can act as if they have unfinished business.

The player from the other team had heard the whistle, the one that marked the end of the game, but he approached you anyway. He cursed and yelled at you. You stood up straight, puffing out your chest like Dean told you to-make yourself look bigger. But he put his hands on you anyway, grabbing you by the cloth of your jersey and sending you skidding back into your own goal. You heard-and felt-the clang of the metal against your helmet. A dull ache started in your shoulder, and you knew there was gonna be a bruise.

You felt a strong hand grab your arm, and there crouched Fulton. You hadn’t even noticed he and Dean had skated up. Both teams went quiet on the ice, watching the way Dean got into his face.

“Are you okay?” Fulton asked, soft as ever. He had taken his helmet off. His hair was drenched with sweat, his face bright red and glistening. Nodding, you let him pull you off the ice. He grabbed your helmet, gently pulling it off your head.

You hadn’t heard Dean use such inappropriate language on the ice in a long time. But that was the effect you had on him.

“Who the fuck do you think you, are anyway?” Your boyfriend barked. His voice was getting higher and higher every second, the way it did whenever he was angry. It didn’t take away his intimidating demeanor.

Dean gave him a shove, and the player backed into Fulton’s chest. Fulton still had a grip on your arm, he seemed content to never let go.

“Don’t touch our goalie,” Fulton scoffed. That was enough to get him to back off.

The way Fulton said it, “our goalie,” made it obvious who he was talking about. It wasn’t “our” as the team’s goalie, it was “our” as in their’s. You were their goalie: Fulton and Dean’s.

Fulton let go of your arm and it fell down to your side. Dean looked at you, eyebrow raised, before smiling brightly. You smiled back.

“Thanks, sunshine.” You winked playfully and basked in the way the both chuckled. You intertwined your fingers with Fulton’s and grabbed ahold of Dean’s wrist, leading them both off the ice.

The team was already in the locker room when you got in there.

“Everything okay?” Adam asked hesitantly. Fights during the game were totally normal, but none of them had ever seen Coach’s reaction to one afterwards.

“Yeah, fine,” Portman shrugged. Your locker sat directly in between Dean’s and Fulton’s, across from Ken’s.

You pulled off your jersey and pads and everything else that wasn’t necessary. You craned your body to look at your shoulder in the mirror, barely seeing the bright red mark that sat against the skin.

Dean grabbed your shoulder, a cocky grin on his face while she dug his fingers into the spot.

“That hurt?” He asked. You winced. It did.

“That’s gonna leave one hell of a mark,” Fulton told you, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth. Dean, from behind you, pulled you against his chest. He kissed the top of your shoulder densely.

“Well, if he’s gonna be dating both of the Bash Brothers, he has to be able to handle a small bruise.”

“Dean, it’s the size of my hand,” you scoffed, prying away from his arms to run into Fulton’s. You pouted playfully, digging your face into Fulton’s shirt.

“You have small hands,” Portman shrugged jokingly.

Dean leaned in close to you, face inches away from yours, before he straightened back up and kissed Fulton’s cheek. He grinned, backing up and walking away.

“See you, I love you both,” he called, exiting the locker room.

You pouted for real this time, looking up at Fulton. He laughed at you, ignoring the groans of the rest your teammates, and grabbed the sides of your face sweetly. Every game ended like this.

“Don’t cry,” Fulton chuckled, “I can give you all the kisses you want.”

#fanfiction #the mighty ducks #dean portman x male reader #dean portman #fulton reed x male reader #fulton reed