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kingofthe-egirls · 9 months

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Hello hello!

Ok, I have a thought, hear me out!

Silly is the New sexy was amazing and we could need a Part 2~

Like, luffy can't help but think about your body and wants to do it again but she turns him down because you know people are literally being everywhere.

So! New Island, she stayed behind because of the short staw she draw, letting everyone go. She was totally fine and made stuff around the sunny. Imagine, she being in the kitchen as Lu burst in with a happy grin and be like >were alone! We can Do it again!< she just laughs and >give me a few after I wash the dishes<.

Lu pouts but sit down between her legs and be like prompt 8!

👀👀👀

ok im not gonna write the preamble bc u already did lmao let's skip straight to the smut, shall we?

DIRTY DISHES: LUFFY x Y/N

part 1

(cw: silly = sexy, est relationship, misuse of devil fruit, nipple play, face sitting, also this is my kitsune oc so kill the part of you that cringes, blowjob)

(a/n: i'll never stop playing dress up)

Songs: "Hard Feelings/Loveless" by Lorde, "The Bomb" by Florence + the Machine, "Morning Elvis" by Florence + the Machine

words: 1.5k

Luffy sits between your legs, head bumping back against the counter. His legs are splayed out in front of him, rolling back and forth like a little kid's. "Come onnnn," he whines, tugging at the cuffs of your denim shorts. He drags his fingertips up and down your fishnets, ribbing them in a satisfying, slow rumble.

You reach over him to finish scrubbing the dirty dish in your hands. Pizza sauce is crusted on from last night's dinner (sometimes even Sanji sets dirty plates to soak in the sink overnight).

"Okay, okay," you say, swiftly drying the plate with a soft towel. You set it in the dishrack, sparkling and clean, before turning back to your boyfriend. He's grinning up at you like a fucking capuchin.

"Hey."

You snort, rolling your eyes before crouching down to his eye level. He reaches forward to grab a strand of your hair, rubbing the damaged, bleached ends between his finger and thumb. It scratches against his skin. "Wanna play?"

"Obviously, Luffy. Now take your clothes off." You pull your own sweater off over your head--a baby blue cropped thing that you paired over a black bralette. You're wearing dark denim shorts with silver buttons down the side. Luffy tugs at the laces of your black boots. Steel-toed, a gift from Robin last time you docked portside.

Luffy giggles, and pulls his red t-shirt off over his shoulders. He slides down so he's lying on his back, stretching his rubber arms out to grab your hips. He slams you down onto his own face, cunt first.

"Fuck--!" You squeal, squirming in his arms so as not to crush his sweet little face. He's grinning at you like the devil.

"Sit," he commands, and you do. He bites at the denim of your shorts, not even bothering to take them off before he's running his thick hands all over you. You shrug off your bralette, letting your tits hang down, soft and bouncy above your ribcage. Luffy eagerly reaches up to grab them. He rolls his thumbs around your nipples in wide, slow circles. "So fuckin' pretty f'me," he murmurs, before stretching his neck up to suck on them. It's kinda alien, seeing his neck stretched out like a rubber band, but his tongue is magic so you don't fucking mind. You tilt your head back in pleasure, softly moaning.

"So good," you praise him, running your fingers over his hair. It's soft, and you pet him for a bit as he sucks on your sensitive nipples. You ride his abdomen, sitting on his stomach while he plays with you.

Your tails flick in pleasure.

"S'pretty, kitty," he says again, bucking his hips up behind you. He pops off your tits with a smack. His hands reach up to scritch at the base of your foxy ears. You hum, eyes closed in comfort.

"So are you," you say, reaching down to unbutton your shorts. You stand up, over him, to slide them down your legs. You leave the fishnets on. You're straddling him, looking down at your sweet captain with your legs on either side of his waist. Your boots stay on, too. The rose-gold bellybutton piercing sparkles at your abdomen: something you and Nami did on a whim last island, too.

"Spread your legs f'me," he says, staring up at your fishnet heat, so you lift a leg to place your boot on the counter. He's staring open mouthed at your cunt, left bare and dripping without any panties.

He licks his lips.

Suddenly, he's grabbing you by the waist again and slamming you down hard onto his waiting face. He slurps at your sensitivity, swiftly turning his hair white as he activates Gear 5. His tongue expands, shoving inside your slippery cunt as his eyes swirl rosy. Somewhere, a train whistle sounds in an honest to god awooga.

Shit.

"Luffy!!" You complain, as he rips your tights to give himself more room. Steam is pouring out of his ears, his eyes rolled back and crossed as he sloppily licks at your cunt. You're already dripping.

It's so cartoony, with him.

The sea laps at the side of the sunny, sparkling and sapphire in the afternoon sun. Seagulls call overhead. You watch them circle in the pastel sky through the window over the sink. Sparks soar into view as Luffy warps the energy of reality around him. You feel it pulling into you like gravity, bringing you ever and always closer to your captain.

He sucks on your clit.

You scream, surprised at the sudden suction. He slaps your ass cheek, the sound reverberating with several boi-oings throughout the empty room. You groan, sending your head back to just enjoy the sensations. You roll your hips over his tongue, sending shivers down your spine. He grips your hips, bringing you down harder.

"Sit!"

You squeal, letting your full weight sink down onto your captain's face. Supporting yourself on the sink, your hands grip around the cool porcelain as Luffy sends stars into your eyes. Sparkles alight overhead as his own pleasure creeps up. He's bucking his hips up behind you, and you turn to stretch yourself enough to reach his hard cock through his jeans. He lets you lean over, supporting your hips in his searing grasp. Your tails frizz out, shivering and shaking as he sends you over the edge.

Stars.

You gasp, coming to with sore thighs and an aching belly.

"Sweet girl," Luffy croons, letting you slide off him to the side. You collapse onto the tile, letting the coolness seep into your heated skin.

He sits up, wiping off your slick from his soaking chin.

"My turn?"

You smile, nodding eagerly as Luffy rips off his shorts. You settle onto your own back this time, letting him straddle your head. His sticky cockhead is shimmering with precum, and you reach out for an experimental lick. He shivers, letting out a hiss through his teeth.

"That's it," he says, rocking his hips forward. The tip hits your lips, and you let him in. You start sucking hard on his head, and he lets out a strangled moan. You run sweet, kitten licks up and down his aching shaft. The veins are bulging and sensitive, and every slide or dart of your tongue elicits sharp inhales and gasps from your lover above you. He shallowly thrusts his cock deeper into your mouth.

Stretching, you take him down your throat.

Luffy groans, softening your skin with ripples of elastic energy. His hair is fluffy and white, with matching clouds floating above his head. Your tails are squished behind you, but they flutter in soft, shivering arcs. He reaches down to grab one, wrapping it around his wrist.

He tugs.

"Ouch!" You yelp, trying to pull your seventh tail out of his grasp. He giggles, and doesn't let go. Instead, he pulls harder. An airhorn sounds. "Luffy!!!" You complain, face heating up. His cock muffles your words, but you glare up at him anyway.

"Shishi, sorry," he giggles, slowing his pace slightly. You relax, slowly sucking on his shaft as his thrusts grow erratic and sloppy.

His balls smack harsh against your chin.

Sizzles and pops sound overhead, and you open your eyes to watch star shapes dance around Luffy's face. His cheeks are flushed, and his head is tilted back. His adams apple bobs with his raspy pants.

The stars float down over both of you, sparkling and bursting in silvery rainbow shimmers. Luffy speeds up, his hips now a blur as you do your best to take it. A star slips down to bounce off your cheek and onto the floor. It sizzles out of existence.

A slight halo glows around your lover's face.

You wrap your hands around his thighs, and suck harder. He gasps, and spills his seed into your mouth. It spurts out from the corners of your lips, filling your senses with musky bitterness.

"Shit, shit shit," he groans, arching his back as he shudders and gasps. You moan, vibrations sending through his pulsing cock.

"Sweetheart," he moans, pulling out of your mouth. He sits back on his heels, giving you room to sit up. You rub at your sore jaw, before wiping his spend off the sides of your face. It smears into the soft hairs on your forearm, sticky and sweet. He grins, and reaches forward to pull you up into a kiss. He tastes like sugar.

"Sweet," you tease him, pulling on a lock of his downy hair. He snickers, swatting your hand away. "Snackies?"

He laughs outright, slapping his belly. He giggles, hiding his face in one hand. "Shishishi, hahahahaa!" He slips backward, bouncing on the now-rubbery floor. It buoys him, snickering and rolling on the elastic tile. It rocks you, too, as you stand on shaky legs.

"Luffy," you grin, tripping over your own feet onto his smiling frame. He catches you with an oof! as two arms come to snake around you. He brings you down to nuzzle against his face, skin soft and sweaty. He breathes into your hair, inhaling deeply. His fingers scritch at your scalp, and you peak up to see his hair swirling black.

The floor steadies beneath you.

"Snackies," he agrees, before he stands up with his arms still wrapped around you.

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valiantstarlights · 10 months

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[Personal Trainer!Dream AU] Chapter 2: (Much Ado About) Gym Clothes

Chapter 1: First Meeting

This is still for @sadrumihours , who shared Tom Sturridge's highly educational 😏 training videos (part one & part two), as well as everyone who yelled in the comments and reblog tags. I see you all and I love each and every one of you. 🖤

Disclaimer: These are once again just vibes because I still don't know a single thing about gym stuff. Will someone please tell me what the equipment Tom is using called? Because I'm still calling it stretchy jump rope machine in my head. 😭

CW (and summary): Dream being his usual thirsty-for-Hob self, Hob being insecure about his body, and Johanna trying to be a supportive sister to Hob. (Keyword being: 'trying.') This chapter contains spicy spice! Enjoy? 😏

Mojo Jojo

Jo, what do I wear to the gym???

uh, gym clothes?

(You sent a photo.)

Is this okay??

i guess?

why are you being weird?

you're just going to the gym, not going on a date

WAIT, ARE YOU???

HOBERT

answer me or i'm gonna come over and steal all your teeth

I bought pizza since I know you're coming over from your shoot anyway

fine

you can keep both your secrets and your teeth for one more day

"That's it, Professor," Mr. Endless--Dream, says next to his ear, low and inviting. His hands are cool as they caress Hob's overheated and very sensitive inner thighs, and his eyes, so dark and so close to Hob's own, are laser-focused on his panting, straining face. "One more. Just one more for me."

Hob's cheeks are already streaked with tears. How many hours has it been? How much more until they're done? Until he's told that he's been good? "Mr. Endless, please--"

Dream has moved to inspect his position. He adjusts Hob's legs so they spread even wider. The change in angle makes him sob, but Dream shushes him and he leans all the way down to lick at his rim.

Hob wails, body jolting against the restraints. His muscles are already so sore, but he wants to be good.

"You can do it, Professor," Dream says, lightly tapping at his taint to encourage his muscles to clench. "This is the last one."

Hob cries and wiggles, breathes slowly and purposefully like how he has been taught, and forcibly relaxes his muscles one by one, until finally, finally, he manages to push out the last large anal egg from his body with a soft moan.

It plops wetly onto Dream's waiting hand, and the man hums approvingly as Hob's hole gapes for a second before winking closed again.

"Very good," Dream purrs against his rim and dips his tongue into Hob's loosened hole. Hob keens and thrashes against his bonds again. It was so humiliating, but he loves every second of it. He can feel his body slowly becoming stronger, and he owes it all to Dream.

"You see what you can do?" Dream asks, now inserting his long, clever fingers inside him. "What your body can achieve with my guidance?" He moves his fingers in and out slowly, the squelch of the remaining lube loud in the room. "I'm so proud of you, Professor. Only a few sessions in and you're already my beautiful, obedient little slut." He emphasizes his words by drilling his fingers unerringly against Hob's prostate. Hob cries and bucks up, helpless and overwhelmed, unable to do anything else with how good he had been tied up.

"Please, Mr. Endless--"

"Mr. Endless?" Dream repeats. "You have to be specific, Professor Gadling. Are you calling for my brother?"

Hob shakes his head wildly. "No. No, please. I mean you. Just you, sir, no one else. You know that."

Dream rewards him with a soft kiss against the head of his cock. "And what's my name, Professor?" he asks. "What's the name that you'll be screaming in ecstasy for the rest of your life?"

"D-Dream," Hob gasps. "Dream--"

"Good boy," Dream says, and returns to his hole to suck hickeys around the rim. Hob hopes he bruises well. He hopes he'll feel all the love bites Dream gives him every time he sits down. "Shall I give you your reward now?"

Hob remembers last time, when his reward was Dream spanking his hole directly until it was red and puffy, and then fucking him that way, all the while praising him for being so virgin tight.

"Yes, please," Hob says, voice cracking a little. He wants to move. He wants to wrap his arms around Dream and kiss him softly while they fuck. He wants to be called sweet and good and mine.

But in the end, Dream is still his trainer, and he knows Hob's body best. He knows Hob's body better than Hob himself, now. And if he tells Hob he has to wear a vibrating plug while he uses the stationary bike, then he will.

He'll cry and stumble and cum in his underwear countless times, and Dream will coo and kiss his tears away, but he'll do it. Has done it. It had increased his stamina exponentially.

"Very well," Dream says. He leans over Hob so they could share a kiss while he lines his cock up against Hob's waiting hole. "You have been so good for me today, and I think that means you deserve a treat, yes?"

Hob nods, biting his lip at the incredible pressure as the head of Dream's large cock pushes against his rim--

Hob's alarm blares at max volume, and he jolts awake, blindly reaching for his phone to turn it off.

It takes him a few seconds, and once that's done, he's awake enough to notice the sticky feeling in his underwear. He moves the covers aside and peeks inside his boxers.

...Great. Not only did he have an incredibly realistic wet dream (ha) starring his personal trainer, but he's also currently sporting a semi.

Thank goodness he set his alarm hours before he has to go to the gym. He still has time to do some...preliminary stretching.

He blushes as he grabs his favorite dildo, which he had placed conveniently beside his pillow last night, as well as the bottle of lube beside it.

He's already ashamed of himself for thinking about Mr. Endless in such a manner, but try as he might, he can't conjure up the image of another person. Not since he met him.

Oh, he tried thinking about previous people he had a crush on, real and fictional, as well as local and international celebrities: actors and idols and athletes--to no avail. They always turn into Dream Endless in the end, looking down at him as they fuck in a variety of positions, usually missionary because Hob is a dumb romantic at heart, his gorgeous blue eyes loving and captivated, his lips forming 'Professor Gadling' or 'Hob' over and over again, his voice soft with awe and reverence.

It never fails to bring Hob to completion faster than he ever had before, when he had yet to be blessed about the knowledge of Dream Endless's existence. It was mortifying. His imagined scenarios always leave him whining and pressing his face against his pillow so he doesn't scream Mr. Endless's name out loud for the entire neighborhood to hear.

He knows it's pathetic, because it's not like Mr. Endless is going to look at him that way in real life. But if he's sad about it, crying a little like a lovesick fool after he cums, then that's his business and no one ever needs to know.

Boss Dream's newest trainee walks in the gym dressed in a thick hoodie and joggers, and Matthew starts sweating bullets just by looking at him. Is he going snowboarding with Boss Dream or something?

Nope. None of his business. Better just focus on getting the damn blender working.

"Good morning, Mr. Endless!" Professor Gadling says cheerfully as he rounds the corner to where Dream is waiting. "I hope it's alright that I'm a bit early today. I had to make up for last time."

He's an entire 15 minutes early, but Dream won't say no to spending more time with him. He had been reviewing today's agenda, but had turned around as soon as he heard Professor Gadling's voice. And he was just about to greet him back, when his eyes lift from the clipboard he's holding, and the smile falters in his face as he takes in what the man is wearing.

Dream had indicated in his email that they were going to do some mandatory stretches, and after that proceed to doing a full-body pre-test workout that would measure the professor's strength, endurance level, general dexterity, etc. It was important that they do this on the first session so that Dream could come up with a program specifically tailored for him and his end goal.

It was his mistake in assuming that Professor Gadling would do the sensible thing and wear something light. Not winter clothes in the middle of summer.

"Good morning, Professor Gadling," he says, as neutrally as he can manage. "You are dressed quite warmly."

Professor Gadling grimaces. "Oh. Well um, I'm afraid I don't really have gym clothes, and I haven't had the chance to buy some yet since, you know, school. And everything else I own are dress shirts and slacks and lounge wear. But don't worry! I'll go shopping this weekend." He pauses and smiles bashfully. It was just as devastating as Dream remembered. "Sorry. I'm talking too much again."

Meanwhile, Dream's mind had latched on to the words 'lounge wear,' and he imagines Professor Gadling casually walking around his house in nothing but short pajama bottoms.

"I see," he says, glad that he took the time this morning to get himself off so he won't be as tempted to push Professor Gadling against the nearest surface and really give him a full body workout. "Then please, if at any point you wish to take off a layer, feel free to do so."

"Oh, no," Professor Gadling says, still cheerfully. "I'm fine like this. Shall we begin?"

There's still a few minutes before they officially have to start, but Professor Gadling seems to want to begin immediately, so Dream nods and instructs him to stand with his feet shoulder width apart, and gets him to start stretching his upper body.

Professor Gadling obeys, following Dream's example as he demonstrates the set, counting to eight, then back to one again under his breath, before doing the next set without complaint.

Dream watches him closely, because he has to. It's why he notices that the professor's thick hoodie barely shifts, even as the man raises his hands upwards towards the ceiling and counts to 16.

A dark thought crosses Dream's mind then, that perhaps the reason Professor Gadling is wearing clothes that cover his entire body is because he's currently covered in love bites.

Dream clenches his teeth but breathes through it. He knows he's being possessive when he has no right to be, and that Professor Gadling has every right to sleep with whoever he wants.

But knowing these facts and acknowledging them to be logical and true does not stop Dream from hating whoever it was that is currently enjoying Professor Gadling's gorgeous body in bed, perhaps repeatedly throughout the night.

He wants to be that person. He will be that person. He is already fated to be that person.

If his brother Destiny is right about one thing, Dream fucking hopes that it's the power of manifestation, because he doesn't think he would just allow Professor Gadling to end up with someone else without challenging that person to a fight.

Mr. Endless is wearing a tight, sleeveless black shirt and slightly baggy joggers, and Hob is losing his mind. Has lost his mind as soon as he spotted the man a couple of minutes ago, standing by the large glass windows and reading something on his clipboard.

The sight of his toned arms are bad for Hob's concentration. And it's even worse when he circles Hob like a very observant vulture to check his position (just like in his dream) and bids him to raise his arms higher, or at one point, bend a little more to the right.

Hob can't bend as much as he used to in his twenties, but he is very determined to be super flexible at the end of this.

For health reasons, of course.

Mr. Endless demonstrates another pose to stretch the arm muscles, and in doing so calls Hob's attention to how his muscles bunch and flex. Hob is sure that they're far stronger than they look, and he has no doubt that Mr. Endless can carry heavy grocery bags without breaking a sweat.

Hob gets so far as picturing Mr. Endless's hands squeezing his thighs before he immediately shuts the thought down.

No. Absolutely not. And his previous thought about being flexible, too. Mr. Endless would be horrified, if not outright disgusted if he finds out that Hob is thinking about him in that manner.

Professor Gadling continues to obediently follow his orders, getting on the treadmill, walking, jogging, then running, complying as soon as Dream warns him about changing the treadmill's speed, and he does so without a single word of complaint.

Dream could not help but compare him to his past trainees, all of whom had complained on their first session about wanting to go straight to the workouts that would help them achieve their ideal body shape. But not Professor Gadling. He would listen and watch Dream's demonstration well, then immediately obey his orders or mimick his movements. Dream has to bite his tongue multiple times so he wouldn't slip up and say, 'good boy.'

Or worse, 'my good boy.'

Death is going to have Destruction break his spine if, out of all siblings, a sexual harassment complaint would be filed against him and not, say, Desire, who regularly flirts with their own trainees.

Cardio pre-test finished, Dream leads Professor Gadling to the weightlifting area, and once there, bids him to take 2 dumbbells that weighs 1 kilogram each, and do 16 squats while holding the weights.

While Professor Gadling gets the appropriate equipment from the rack, Dream lets his mind wander. Would Professor Gadling be obedient in bed, too? Or would he be a brat? Will Dream have to tame him, or is he already sweet and docile?

Dream imagines that the latter to be more likely, though he wouldn't mind if his lovely professor turns out to be an incorrigible brat in bed. He'll just have to spank him until he's pliant and good enough to deserve his treats.

Fuck. He's teaching. He should be more professional than this.

"Like this, Mr. Endless?"

Dream snaps from his ill-timed daydreams to scrutinize Professor Gadling's form, only to then hold back a lustful groan.

The man is squatting alright, but he's doing so improperly. His heels should be flat against the floor, but instead his thighs and calves are touching, and he's so low that he's almost kneeling on the floor.

Dream has an errant thought that Professor Gadling is being seductive on purpose, except one look at his genuinely unsure expression proves Dream wrong.

Definitely sweet and docile in bed.

Dream wants to eat him alive.

Were this a porno, Dream would tell him that he's doing a terrific job, and if he could please thrust his chest out more so Dream could admire them better. But since he's an actual trainer with the thinnest veneer of professionalism left, he bids Professor Gadling to stand up and instructs him on how to squat properly.

Except, of course, his improved and now very proper form isn't making Dream feel any better, as Professor Gadling now had his ass thrust out instead of his chest, and has to repeat the motion 15 more times.

Dream gets his bottle of vitamin water and drinks deeply, hoping to cool himself down enough to banish his lecherous thoughts.

It doesn't work.

Hob sees from the corner of his eye Mr. Endless drink from his water bottle and immediately looks away. He's glad he's already red from exercising.

When Mr. Endless corrected his squat earlier, he did so by placing a hand gently against Hob's lower back to guide him, and Hob barely bit back a moan from how good a simple, innocent touch from him felt, even through his thick hoodie.

He feels like such a shameless pervert.

Once the assessment is (finally) over, Dream praises Professor Gadling for a job well done, valiantly ignores the shy, pleased look on the man's face, and instead goes on to tell him that he's doing okay overall, but needs more work in certain areas.

Dream does not specify which ones, telling him that he still needs to study the data and compile them together before emailing the whole thing to him.

In truth, Dream does not trust himself to look straight into Professor Gadling's lovely dark brown eyes and say words like 'stamina' and 'flexibility' without exposing the level of hunger he's currently feeling for him.

So yes. Dream will email him his pre-test results later, but he does not tell him that he will only do so after a good long wank.

Professor Gadling, totally unaware of his inner turmoil, only nods understandably, and agrees to read Dream's email as soon as his schedule allows him to. He must be sweating like crazy underneath his get-up, but his choice of clothes show no evidence of it.

Dream worries, and his mouth opens before he can stop it. "Professor Gadling," he says, just as the man had turned away to go to the nearby drinking fountains.

"Yes, Mr. Endless?"

Dream doesn't want to keep him any longer from the fountains than he has to. But next time, he's going to make sure to bring an extra bottle of vitamin water for him, so he could take a sip anytime without going all the way across the room and falling in line.

Dream is also going to be mature about not staring at his throat while he drinks. "When you go shopping for gym clothes, you may want to consider buying lighter fabrics."

"Oh, no, I'm absolutely fine with these," Professor Gadling says, and sounds sincere about it that Dream drops the subject.

"Very well," he says. He will not force him. Professor Gadling's comfort is paramount. If that means that Dream would have to adjust their lesson plans to include more water breaks, then that's what he'll do. "I shall see you next session."

He turns away before he could be tempted to watch Professor Gadling go. He does not think about the possibility that the hoodie might actually belong to Professor Gadling's boyfriend, who is probably waiting for him to get back home, and very eager to get him back in bed.

He has no right to be jealous.

Hob opens his gym bag and starts to take out his clean change of clothes when the texture of the shirt made him pause.

That's not the shirt he folded last night.

He takes the folded black shirt out, wonders at its suddenly lighter weight, then shakes it open to see if he had mistakenly folded another shirt.

As soon as the garment is revealed, however, he shoves it back in his bag, then shakes the accompanying bottom garment open. When that was revealed, he also shoves it back in the bag.

Then, slowly and mindfully, he breathes for a solid minute before he takes out his phone and texts his sister.

Mojo Jojo

Jo what the hell

what

(You sent a photo.)

Why are your gym clothes in my bag???

they're not mine stupid

i had ric buy them yesterday specifically for you

?????

for your ~mysterious~ gym crush to notice you (u///u)❤️

anyway don't worry and just wear them

they'll fit you

That's not the point!

A crop top and booty shorts???

you're right. the booty shorts are fine, but the crop top is too plain.

i should have told ric to pick the other one that says 'daddy's little fuck toy' 😂

JOHANNA CONSTANTINE-GADLING

pfft coward

i'm gonna tell ric to go back to the store and buy the fuck toy crop top

oops the director is shouting at me to get in place bye gtg

Hob is typing another scathing reply in all caps when he hears footsteps stop a short distance from him.

"Professor Gadling?"

Great. The last person in the world he wanted to see right at this very moment.

Hob smiles awkwardly and stows his phone back in his bag. "Mr. Endless."

"Is everything alright?"

Right. Shit. He hasn't even showered yet. He's probably stinking up the place and being a nuisance near the lockers.

"Everything's fine," Hob says, waving the man's concern away. "Just. Sisters being sisters. With their weird and very inappropriate sense of humor."

Someday, he'll learn how to shut his big mouth and stop at 'everything's fine.'

"I'm sure all sisters suffer from having a weird sense of humor," Mr. Endless says politely. "May I ask what your sister has done?"

Hob sighs deeply and zips his bag closed. It's fine. He'll just go shower at home. And anyway, it's not like he has to take the Tube and subject everyone to his sweaty self after a workout. Thank god he drove here. "Better not. If even I, as her brother, didn't find it funny, I very much doubt that you will."

"And yet you remain troubled," Mr. Endless says, and now his brows are furrowed in concern. "Please. I know this is not any of my business, but I would like to help you, if I can."

The fact that Mr. Endless looks very sincere makes Hob want to cry.

And he knows he shouldn't show him. He knows that Mr. Endless should be the last person in the world Hob should show these to. But he figures, what the hell. He could just quit via email as soon as he gets home and never have cause to see Mr. Endless or be seen in the vicinity of Endless Gym ever again.

Maybe it would even be for the best if he did that. Then he would stop having all these unsavory thoughts about him while the man is only trying to do his job.

He sighs and opens his bag once more, tilting it a little so Mr. Endless could see its contents. "My sister swapped my clean change of clothes for these."

Mr. Endless looks inside, and Hob can just see in his mind's eye what the other man saw: an extremely short, short-sleeved, solid black crop top with a deep V-neck that would barely cover Hob's chest area, and slutty black booty shorts with the phrase, 'SQUEEZE ME' printed on the butt area, complete with a cute yellow lemon emoji.

Although to be fair, 'crop top' is a generous term to use for the upper garment in the bag. It's too small and resembles a short-sleeved bra more than a crop top. From a single glance, Hob knows that even if it did fit him, it would be so tight that it would force his pecs to form a cleavage and leave his underboobs exposed.

He cringed internally at the image that would make, and could only imagine the utter revulsion Mr. Endless is feeling right now.

Dream had leaned over to inspect the contents of Professor Gadling's bag, expecting everything from a shark onesie to a clown suit.

Instead he sees further fuel for his already full folder of Professor Gadling-centric fantasies.

He could just imagine the crop top and the booty shorts on the man, and how he'd look like exercising while wearing them.

He had half a mind to ask for his sister's number so he could personally extend his gratitude to her, but doesn't dare to, in case Professor Gadling gets the wrong idea.

He inhales slowly and leans away, placing his hands neatly behind his back so Professor Gadling would not be in danger of being pushed against the lockers and fucked within an inch of his life. Dream did not fail to notice the distinct lack of underwear among the clean change of clothes, and now his mind is working overtime imagining himself standing behind Professor Gadling as he runs on the treadmill, the tiny shorts and the lack of proper underwear leaving nothing to the imagination. Imagines pressing himself against the professor's sweaty back after, the man still panting and out of breath, and pulling down his cute little shorts to jerk him off as a reward for a job well done.

"I see your dilemma," Dream says calmly, like this is an incident that happens every so often and not a cause for alarm or humiliation. "Fortunately, we have a stock of clean clothes in the staff locker room, in case staff members need to change for some reason or another. If you could please stay here for a while, I'm going to get you a clean change of clothes with more coverage."

Yes. It is imperative that he provides Professor Gadling with more conservative clothing than the ones currently in his bag. Otherwise, other people would see and covet what Dream has already envisioned as his. And that will definitely not do.

"Oh," Professor Gadling says, looking incredibly moved by his words. He's probably thinking how kind Dream is, while Dream is still thinking about how easy it would be to fuck his thighs after jerking him off, using the man's own cum as lube. How he would then make an even bigger mess of him and not clean him up after. That way, everyone would know that Professor Gadling is Dream's and Dream's only. "Are you sure? I don't want to trouble you unnecessarily."

"It's no problem at all," Dream says. In his mind, he imagines the man's thighs covered in both their cum, and Professor Gadling scooping some of it up and sucking on his fingers, curious as to what their mixed spend would taste like. "I have also been at the receiving end of a couple of my siblings' pranks, and would not wish another to suffer similarly." When Professor Gadling opened his mouth, possibly to protest, Dream holds up a hand and adds, "Please. I insist."

"Oh. Well then...thank you, Mr. Endless," Professor Gadling says, his dark brown eyes sparkling like precious gems in his gratefulness. Dream wants to kiss him all over. "You're a lifesaver."

Dream speedwalks to the staff locker room, checks to see if the coast is clear, immediately locks himself in a stall, drops his joggers and underwear, and starts jerking himself off furiously.

He barely even had to spit on his palm for lubrication, and he knows it wouldn't take long. He's already so aroused.

He has to do this.

If he doesn't, then Professor Gadling would be in an even greater danger when Dream hands him his clean (and much more conservative) change of clothes, and gets to be on the receiving end of his shy gratitude.

He imagines Professor Gadling, usually so buttoned up, only wearing that infernal crop top and booty shorts in Dream's favorite color, with those taunting fucking words--

"There's a good boy," his imagined self says to a kneeling Professor Gadling, who is pressing his tits closer together to create a valley where Dream could rut his cock against.

"I could...squeeze them even tighter, if you want?" his imagined Professor Gadling says, maintaining his naive, unsure aura about him even as his lips are slick and red from sucking on Dream's cock. "I want you to feel good, Mr. Endless."

Dream cums at the thought of marking Professor Gadling's face and hairy tits with his seed, and him shyly licking his lips for a taste of Dream's cum, moaning in delight when he finds Dream's spend to be thick and delicious. Dream is going to eat more pineapples, just for him. He's going to make Professor Gadling addicted to the taste of his cum that no other cum would do.

"Thank you for lending me your clothes, Mr. Endless," he would say, because he's polite like that. He would lean forward to milk Dream's cock more, making sure to get every last drop, before making a show of swallowing everything down, save for the cum marking him as Dream's. "And for the really tasty post-workout treat."

Mr. Endless looks a little flushed when he returns. However, judging by how far the staff locker room is from the gym goer's lockers that was out in the open (possibly to prevent theft and sexual harassment), as well as any additional effort he may have made in finding clean clothes that are in Hob's size, Hob thinks he got back pretty quickly.

The sight of him slightly flushed makes Hob think naughty thoughts though, which he quickly dispels from his mind. He doesn't have the right to think about Mr. Endless like that, especially after the man went through all this trouble just so Hob would feel comfortable going home.

Still. He wonders what would have happened if he had both the courage and the confidence to wear the clothes Jo bought for him.

Would Mr. Endless...

He viciously cuts the thought off before it could fully form. No. Absolutely not.

Mr. Endless would have felt nauseous at seeing his rolls and body hair and just...general unattractiveness. Hob wouldn't need to email him about quitting because the man himself would drop him as soon as he could, like a hot (temperature-wise) and very unappealing potato.

"Here," Dream says as he hands Professor Gadling a set of clean clothes. In the bundle is a black shirt, a black letterman jacket with the number 03 on it, and black joggers. All of them belong to Dream, and everyone, especially his siblings and the rest of the staff, is going to know that these are his clothes as soon as they see the number 03. "You will have to go commando, but it's definitely preferable to what your sister intended for you to wear."

Professor Gadling looks so grateful and Dream wants to mark him up, this time with his own teeth. Let everyone see Professor Gadling wearing his clothes and his teeth marks, even his boyfriend who lent him this hoodie, whoever he is. "Thank you so much," he says. "And yes. Lord knows I shouldn't subject anyone to the sight of me in that. I'll drive all the gym goers away and then Endless Gym would have to close."

Dream really, absolutely hates how Professor Gadling thinks of himself as unattractive. Is it because his boyfriend tells him that? Is that why Professor Gadling signed up for training in the first place?

Well, whoever he is, he better be prepared because Dream is ready and raring to beat him into a pulp the moment Professor Gadling even implies that his lack of self-esteem is caused by his boyfriend spouting lies about his beautiful body.

Were Dream allowed to freely speak his mind, he would say that if Professor Gadling did don the clothes his sister intended for him to wear, he would no doubt cause multiple accidents due to gym goers losing their concentration: dropping weights on their feet and tripping on the treadmills, not to mention the injuries he would cause in the future, when Dream would casually arrange little minor accidents to those he caught drooling at his lovely future boyfriend.

But because he is still Professor Gadling's trainer and therefore need to have some semblance of control and professionalism, what he says instead is, "I don't think such a thing will happen. And please, feel free to keep those clothes if you wish."

"Oh!" Professor Gadling exclaims. "I absolutely shouldn't. I'll wash them after and return them to you on our next session."

Dream smiles. He's very stubborn, too. "If you do that, I will simply put them in your locker so you will have an extra set of clothes if your sister decides to swap your clean set again."

Hob blushes as soon as Mr. Endless hands him the bundle of clothing, and feels even more flustered when, after showering, he holds them in his arms and smells a hint of Mr. Endless's own scent on them.

He really is so kind and generous and considerate and Hob is so very quickly falling in love with him.

Hob is walking past the gym's cafe after getting dressed when he sees Mr. Endless ordering what looks like a pineapple smoothie. He walks over and nods politely to both the staff member behind the counter and Mr. Endless when both men turn to look at him.

The male staff member quickly walks towards the blender to fulfill Mr. Endless's order, however, and so the two of them are left alone to converse freely.

"Thank you for lending me your clothes, Mr. Endless," Hob tells him, all-smiles. The clothes fit him perfectly, and the fabric feels good on his skin.

There is an undecipherable look in Mr. Endless's eyes. Hob hopes he's not mad. He looks really intense. "I see they fit you well."

Hob laughs. "I was surprised, too! Thank you very much for finding ones that are in my size. This jacket is especially lovely." He rubs his hand over the fabric of the jacket's sleeve, which really does have a nice texture to it.

"I'm glad you like it," Mr. Endless says. "And I hope that this means you are considering keeping it?"

Hob ducks his head to hide his embarrassing lovesick smile. He'd love to, actually. He'll take it off as soon as he gets home and press his face against it, hoping to smell what little remains of Mr. Endless's scent, and how their scents mix together. "Maybe."

"Then it is yours," Mr. Endless says. It might be Hob's delusional imagination, but Mr. Endless looks fond as he looks at him. His heart is beating so fast. If he doesn't leave soon, he may just do the unthinkable and kiss Mr. Endless in front of the poor staff member behind the bar, as well as a couple of random gym goers peacefully eating their salads in the background.

"Oh," Professor Gadling says softly. "Really? You mean that?"

Dream wasn't wrong in his assumption. The man does look good wearing his clothes. And for him to go out of his way just to show Dream how well they fit before he leaves...

Dream wants to tear his own clothes off him and just give him another set after.

"I do, Professor Gadling," he says. "I only say what I mean, and I would love for you to keep them. At home or in your locker, as long as your sister doesn't hide them from you and replace your clean change of clothes again."

"I will care for them well," Professor Gadling vows sincerely. Dream has no doubt that he will. But this is only the first of many clothes that Dream is planning on giving him. In fact, Dream could already envision his own closet at home, interspersed with Professor Gadling's clothes, and the man himself wearing Dream's clothes to bed. Dream is going to let him steal all his hoodies after they burn his ex's hoodies. He's going to spoil him rotten with pretty lingerie so he'll never have to go commando ever again. "Shall I see you in a couple of days for our next session?"

Dream could think of no one else belonging in his life as a romantic partner other than Professor Gadling. He smiles and barely prevents himself from leaning forward and giving the man's delicious-looking lips a chaste peck before he has to leave. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

#personal trainer dream au #your honor they need to chill tf out #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #5800 plus words motherfucker what #good job my thumbs #the rest of my fingers also contributed so 👏👏👏#matthew: boss pls i'm just trying to make you a smoothie here #other gym goers in the gym's cafe: really? right in front of our salads?#I was thinking what this AU's title is going to be if I put it on AO3 and my brain said 'Let's Get Physical' 😂#now I don't know about that but it certainly made me laugh #i'm sorry for laughing miss olivia newton-john 🙇‍♀️

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allwaswell16 · 7 months

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A fic rec of One Direction fics with American football as part of the fic as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers. You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

🏈 Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can't Lose by dolce_piccante / @haydolce

(M, 112k, uni) A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

🏈 Follow Your Arrow by Anonymous

(E, 78k, high school) It's senior year and everything is about to change.

🏈 Want you to want me by lorinhazuzu

(T, 62k, high school) Louis is the popular football player, there’s nothing he wants he can’t get. He wants Harry, but Harry is not impressed.

🏈 But I’m the Quarterback by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

(E, 51k, conversion camp) At True Directions, Harry meets four other boys and five girls, all there to be cured of their homosexuality. He has to find a way out of this place as soon as possible—Christ, he isn’t even gay!

🏈 hush. by @wankerville

(T, 41k, high school) an au where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect.

🏈 bloodsport by tofiveohfive

(E, 40k, exes to lovers) “This is the first time you’re talking to me in eight months, and it’s still about football.”

🏈 feels like home to me by tippytoetomlinstyles

(NR, 34k, high school) the one where Harry is the quarterback who wants to be a photographer, Louis is the piano prodigy who like being a wallflower, and it's a roller coaster of a life but they're along for the ride.

🏈 the boys of fall by @godgavemelou

(M, 21k, hate to love) an american football au where the boys play for the university of tennessee, and harry and louis quite hate each other.

🏈 make me your future history by treaclenectar / @guccistrawberries

(E, 20k, baking) Or an exes to lovers Valentine’s Day AU

🏈 Twist a Little Closer, Now by @fackinglouis

(T, 20k, dance) the one where Harry signs up for a dance class that Louis teaches. Incidentally, the class is for six year olds.

🏈 one more for the stars by imsosorry

(M, 16k, high school) Harry's the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It's a heartbreak waiting to happen

🏈 Shut Up and Wink at Me by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo

(T, 14k, roommates) the one where Louis wants to go away to college to get away from everything having to do with his hometown.

🏈 Before you go, can you read my mind? by anditsonlyforthebrave

(NR, 13k, mindreading) Harry can listen to whatever is going inside of Louis’ head and breaks up with him. Louis can never let it go.

🏈 So Much Left to Say by myownspark / @myownsparknow

(M, 7k, established relationship) Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose

🏈 Bad Move, Just Act Normal by @berzerkshires

(NR, 595 words, jersey swap) Quarterback Harry Styles wore rookie kicker Louis Tomlinson's jersey to a press conference.

—Rare Pairs—

🏈 fire for a heart by alnima

(M, 28k, Zayn/Louis) the one where Louis is on the football team, Zayn is in yearbook, and they make it work.

🏈 I pledge my hands to larger service by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(M, 4k, Harry/Tim Riggins) Harry hasn't seen his high school crush since he graduated over ten years ago. The last place he expected to run into him is in a dark hallway while he's sneaking out after a one-night stand.

#ficrec #1dficvillage #tracksintheam #trackinghappily #trackinghome #hltracks

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indigoishh · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel x Volleyball

“The Devils”

✨Ideas and concepts✨

Ok so my idea is that Hell and Heaven are rival schools. but especially rivals in sports (specifically volleyball because that’s the only competitive sport i know)

I definitely think that Hell schools team name would be something like “The Pentagrams” or just “The devils” and Heavens could be like “The angels” or something else

Teams and Roles

The Devils

My idea is that this school is a public school but a medium sized one and most of the people know each other from pre-k

Lucifer

So Lucifer is Both the coach and Principal But after the first few weeks he basically stopped going to the practices and puts Charlie in charge 90%

I feel like he would only show up a week befor an away game to make sure we know what we’re doing

he definitely owns a duck themed store outside of school (Extremely popular with anyone who owns a jeep…if ykyk)

Charlie

Charlie is Team Captain but not because she’s the coaches daughter but because she’s a great leader and great at volleyball general

I can see her being really great at digging/bumping

And serving but she never really understood how to do overhand serves until recently

i feel like she’s a Junior

She would also be really big on helping plan team get togethers to help the team gain trust within eachother (If you don’t know that’s extremely important with any sport but especially with volleyball)

Definitely on A team

Alastor

Team manager so he doesn’t actually play the sport he just organizes and helps out when he can

Senior Vibes

Definitely forced Husk and Nifty to join volleyball

Helps out with planning rotations and plans any fun team get together outisde of school

Like for example after my volleyball tournament last year we had a huge pizza party and a barbecue and pool party the next day as a team

Also is i charge of doing stats and Advertising about home games

He definitely has a famous radio station where he advertises the games

And whatever else you can do on a radio station (music, murder podcast, blah blah blah)

He also holds the power of making the team run suicides, Charlie does not have this power

And he has, many times especially if they’ve lost to “The Vee’s”

Vaggie

I just know she’s super amazing at spiking and serving

Definitely plays defense too

The Libero

My idea is that she used to go to “Heaven” But she either left on her own terms or got kicked out/off the team

I’m going with she got kicked off for not being good enough (or grades cause school sucks)

Nifty

Freshman Vibes (The freshman this year UNHINGED OMG)

She’s related to Alastor in someway (Either his sister or close cousin

The Outside hitter/spiker in front row

She’s tiny so people don’t expect her to hit HARD or jump as high as she does

Also an amazing overhand server, especially for being like 4’8

Angel Dust

Spiker 100%

Have you seen his arms?? and how tall he is?? Tell me he wouldn’t be amazing at all parts in volleyball but especially Spiking setting and blocking

Hates Serving tho (he’s already serving cunt 24/7)

I don’t know why i just don’t think he would love serving, over hand or under hand

Met Husk through Volleyball, I feel like they would partner up for any of the warmups that requires two people

Sophomore or Junior i can’t decide

Husk

He says he hates volleyball but secretly loves it

Alastor has some sort of blackmail on him so he’s had to play for all four years

Senior

Outside hitter (Back) and still does underhanded serves

I feel like Alastor caught him smoking or bringing alcohol to school at some point, somehow got evidence over him and has held it uber his head ever since

I really can’t see him ever willing doing volleyball definitely a basketball guy if anything

Really great at Defense and Blocking

He’d have a really strong Overhand serve if he really wanted to he just prefers underhand

Sir Pentious

He didn’t join until like a bit later in the vb season (They still let him join because hey don’t even really have enough for an A and B team)

Underhand server

A Bumper and The right side front hitter

Decently new to Volleyball so he doesn’t exactly understand the sport

A sophomore but he’s a new student for this year, joined about a month in the volleyball season

Cherry Bomb

It took Angel a lot of convincing to get her to play Volleyball in high school

She also didn’t join until the second semester

(I’m making volleyball a year long sport because i can and i want to)

I feel like she did Volleyball from 6th-8th grade but stopped in Highschool, which is why they were okay with her joining so late (again they barley have enough for an A and B team)

She’s a setter and really great at over hand serving

I’ll add more later for “The angels” and try to make the V’s into a volleyball team if anyone is even interested in thisss

🫶🫶🫶

#hazbin hotel school au #Hazbin hotel #Hazbin main cast #hazbin hotel x reader platonic #hazbin hotel x reader #Hazbin #Hazbin hotel sports au #hazbin hotel au

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gennyanydots · 1 year

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Oh how the turntables

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x f!reader

masterlist

Part of the “Spitfire Universe”. Can be read alone but makes most sense if you’ve at least read “Forced to go to the strip club”

Summary: Bob’s bachelor party had to be shut down by your best friend last night. Since your best friend is with you there’s nobody to shut your bachelorette party down so you guys can be as crazy as you want, right?

Bob laughed seeing the “SOS” text in the group chat on his phone. They planned for this. After last night they realized they needed a plan for the bachelorette party. Granted, all the guys knew it wouldn’t be as wild as theirs (well they hoped but who knows with Hangman’s wife), but they wanted a plan in place for when the night got too crazy or when the night needed to end. Can’t party forever.

Since his cousin, Jackson, sucked so badly the night before, he was sent with the girls to be less of a babysitter this time and more of a lookout. Any sign of trouble Jackson was to let the guys know and they would handle it since he clearly wasn’t capable.

Hangman’s wife was the typical “admiral” of the group, always making everyone fall into line, but she’s the one getting drunk and partying tonight so they had to come up with a plan.

Unlike Hangman’s wife the night before, Bob had Hangman take up Mav’s offer to watch Eli, he even took their dog, Radar, to make it easier on Jake. Penny was out with the girls but Maverick was always itching to have Grandpa Mavvie time with Eli. Penny’s daughter, Amelia, was also home for the night so Eli and Radar were all handled for the evening. Two less things for the group to worry about.

The guys had decided on a divide and conquer sort of plan. There were more of them than women they have to wrangle up so it seemed like the best plan. Plus, Bob is positive the only person who would be able to handle Hangman’s wife drunk is Hangman, he’s had years of experience. In a pinch Bob feels like he might be able to do it but why make things hard if he doesn’t have to?

They planned to spend the evening and night together so they wouldn’t have to wait around for the other guys to get there if they needed to intervene. A sort of guys night in like the girls had the night previous. Video games, pizza, and naps at Hangman’s house.

Bob texted his cousin back, “Which SOS?”

They’d planned for a few different scenarios:

- If one of the girls started throwing up

- If one of the girls started throwing hands

- If one of the girls tried to leave the group

- If one of the girls started dancing on the tables

- If someone approached the girls and they were unwanted

- If it was time to go and the girls didn’t want to go

The last one was kind of an inevitable one. They were being collected by their assigned Dagger whether they wanted to be or not. Bob, Hangman, and Rooster had come up with the assigned list earlier.

Bob and (soon to be) Mrs. Floyd

Hangman and his wife

Rooster and Halo

Coyote and Pheonix

Payback and Fanboy were both on Penny duty (not that only one of them couldn’t handle it, Bob just thought it would be more respectful of them to not to be alone with one of them, plus one can keep the other in line… hopefully)

Yale and Bob’s future sister in law

The other guys were all on stand by in case backup was needed.

“It’s gotten a little wild and they just took a lot of shots and one is dancing on the bar” Jackson texted back.

Well. Fuck.

“Guys! We gotta go!” Bob yells as he jumps up.

“Oh for fucks sake!” Bob hears Hangman yell from somewhere in the house before seeing the man pulling a shirt on and storming through the kitchen. Must have been napping.

“You say that because it’s probably your girl doing it?” Rooster asked while laughing as he slipped his shoes on.

Hangman glared at him because truth was if anyone was going to be dancing on the bar it was going to be Hangman’s wife.

Bob snickered to himself as he grabs a ball cap and placed it on his head. This was going to be fun. He hopes his girl is on the bar too. She deserves to be having as much fun as possible. Bob tried to send Hangman’s wife with his credit card but she just laughed and handed it back to him before pulling out Hangman’s from her back pocket and blowing Bob a kiss then skipping away to the Uber.

Speaking of cards however he quickly sends a text to his cousin telling him to close out their cards for the night and that the guys would be there soon.

Bob ended up with Hangman in the ‘mom mobile’, Hangman’s wife’s three row SUV along with Fanboy and Payback. Rooster and Yale were in the Bronco. Finally, Coyote was in Hangman’s truck with Fritz as backup. They left Harvard and Omaha back at the house in case they were needed. None of them really trusted Jackson to be able to help any. For good reason apparently.

Maybe twenty minutes later they were pulling up to the bar Jackson said they ended up at.

Bob grinned as he got out.

“Do you know what we’re walking in to?” Rooster asked as he and Yale came over to Bob.

Bob shook his head, “Nope, but should be exciting.”

Bob laughed when he heard Hangman sigh from beside him.

“Is this the first time you’re trying to get your wife down off a bar?” Bob asks Hangman.

Everyone laughed as Hangman grumbled, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Bob had wondered for a while just where Hangman’s limit was with his wife. He knows Hangman loves his wife more than anything but Bob’s always wondered just where the line was of how far she could push him. Apparently it’s been found. At least for tonight. Poor guy has been hungover all day.

Bob put a hand on Hangman’s shoulder, “It’ll all be over soon. Get in, get the girls, and get out.”

You were having the time of your life. Never in a million years did you think you’d be dancing on a bar but here you were with your best friend doing exactly that. The bartender was very supportive of it which probably would have surprised you if you weren’t really drunk.

Your sister, Penny, Natasha, and Callie all thought this was hilarious. Many pictures were taken. Natasha made sure the jukebox was playing all the best songs so you were having the most fun scream singing to all the words, currently scream singing along to Shania Twain “Man! I feel like a woman!” and Natasha said something about the Backstreet Boys being next.

Shania Twain was fitting due to the shirts you and your friends were all wearing. Yours was white and said “Man, I feel like a bride” while everyone else’s were blue and said “Let’s go girls!”

The door to the bar opened and you squeal excitedly when you see who walked in. Bobby! Your Bobby! You missed him! It’s been so long since you’ve seen him! And he brought his friends! Yes! Now, it’s one big party! This is so much fun!

“Bobby!” You yell and wave your hand in the air to get his attention because obviously he would have never seen you what with you standing on the bar and all.

“Dammit!” Your best friend says from beside you, immediately crossing her arms over her chest with a pout. You wonder what her problem is, you’re excited to see Bobby, shouldn’t she be excited to see Jake?

“You’re grounded!” You hear Jake say sternly while pointing at his wife as he and Bobby along with the rest of the guys come over to where you all are. Yeah, you can see how your best friend would have a problem with that.

“You can’t ground me! I’m an adult! I’m your wife!” Your best friend says stomping her foot.

You watch as Jake walks straight towards his wife and moves the bar stool out of his way to wrap his arms around her legs and lift her up. He then slides her down until he can get her comfortably over his shoulder and practically marches his way back out of the bar, the whole time his wife is yelling, “No! Stop! This isn’t fair! Help! No! Jacob! Stop! I hate you! Ow! Jacob! What the fuck?! This isn’t funny! You’re getting me chicken nuggets! And fries!” (The “I hate you” was met with a swift swat to her butt)

You giggle as you watch the two of them, then grin when you look down and see Bob standing in front of you, seeing he moved a bar stool out of the way to get to you too.

“Hi baby,” Bob says sweetly, as he looks up at you.

You feel your cheeks heat up, “Hi Bobby.”

He holds his arms out to you, “Can I help you down? I sure don’t want to wrestle you off there like them.”

“Okay,” you say and he wraps his arms around you and takes a step away from the bar then slides your body down along his until your feet are safely back down on the ground.

“Hi,” Bob says with a smile then kisses your nose sweetly which makes you giggle and reach up to rub your nose and purse your lips instead which Bob quickly kisses as well.

“Hi,” you say back happily. “I missed you so much!”

Bob hugs you close and kisses the side of your head, “I missed you too, baby. Did you have fun?”

You pull back a little to be able to look at him, “I had so much fun! What are we doing now?”

Bob looks towards the door, “Apparently we’re getting chicken nuggets and fries. You ready to go?”

You nod and Bob takes you by the hand leading you to the Seresin’s SUV.

Jake unlocks it when you two get to the door and immediately relocks it once Bob gets the door open, not once taking his eyes off his wife who is sitting in the front seat pouting with her arms crossed over her chest.

You climb in and see Mickey, Reuben, and Penny in the back back seat and you wave at them. Bob gets in after you and closes the door, sitting in the bucket seat next to yours.

“Chicken nuggets now?” Your best friend asks in a quiet voice looking over at her husband, batting her eyelashes at him, knowing he’s a pushover for her.

Jake sighs as he starts the car, “Yeah, chicken nuggets now.”

You laugh as she perks back up and starts to do a happy wiggle in her seat, “With honey! Don’t forget the honey. I’m gonna be so upset if you forget.”

“When have I ever forgotten? You’ve seared it into my brain, darlin. I know you want honey. And fries. And a Sprite. Ain’t my first time appeasing my drunk princess,” Jake said as he drove.

“Aww Hangman you’re so cute with your wife,” Penny says from the back row.

Jake just shakes his head as he drives towards the fast food restaurant.

“Do you want anything, baby?” Bob asks you, reaching over to clasp your hand in his, and brings the back of your hand up to his lips.

You nod, “Ice cream sundae?”

Bob smiles against your hand, “Whatever you want.”

“We want nuggets and fries!” Penny calls to Jake from the back row.

Jake pulls into the drive through and holds his hand out to his wife who smacks it in a high five. He stares at her, “Card please. You stole it.”

She pouts then wiggles a bit to get into a better position then pulls her wallet from her back pocket and gets out the card to hand to Jake, “You gave it to me.”

“I know,” Jake said with a smirk then wraps his hand around his wife’s hand as she went to hand him the card and pulls her forward so he could kiss her. “But teasing you is too much fun.”

You giggle watching her stick her tongue out at Jake who then snaps his teeth at her, pretending to bite at her.

From the backseat Mickey yells, “Down boy! We don’t need to see that. We are delicate babies and should not be subjected to such imagery.”

Bob rolls his eyes and turns towards him, “What you mean is you’re single and jealous.”

“What I mean is you’re mean, Floyd!” Mickey yells back.

You giggle and turn towards the two, “Now children, we don’t fight.”

Bob wrinkles his nose at you and lightly pinched your thigh which makes you scream.

“Hey!” Jake yells. “I am trying to order, you hooligans. Quit it or nobody is getting nuggets!”

“But!” His wife starts but he turned towards her, “Nobody but you, darlin. I would never stand between you and your nuggets.” She smiles and settles back down.

You can hear Mickey grumble in the backseat while Payback laughs at him. Penny has her eyes closed with her head leaned against the headrest.

It didn’t take long to get through the drive through. You passed back the large bag of nuggets and fries along with some sodas. You were happily handed your ice cream. You even shared and let Bob have a bite or two.

On the way back to the Seresin household, Jake dropped Penny off at her house. He told Fanboy and Payback that he had half a mind to leave them there as well but his wife told him no.

When you all got back, pretty much everyone was passed out. Your sister was asleep in Jake’s recliner with a blanket haphazardly thrown on top of her. Bradley was sleeping practically spread eagle in the middle of the living room floor using one arm as a pillow even though a throw pillow was next to his head, a blanket thrown on top of him as well. Natasha, Yale, and Callie each had their own little area on the U-shaped sectional each with a throw blanket that your best friend usually kept in a basket in the living room. Javy was seated at the kitchen table eating some goldfish crackers which explains the blankets thrown on everyone.

You yawn as everyone meets in the kitchen, your best friend trying to decide where to put everyone else.

Bob doesn’t give her a chance to tell him anything as he scoops you into his arms bridal style and heads upstairs while he says loud enough for the group to hear, “Guest room. Dibs. Called it.”

You giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He pushes the door open when he gets to the room and gently sets you on the bed before he jogs back out of the room. Less than a minute later he reappears with two water bottles and sets them on the nightstand then closes the door.

“Do you want me to see if you can borrow some pajamas?” Bob asks you as he pulls his shirt off and throws it on the floor.

You shake your head and pull your jeans off then wrestle yourself out of your bra before slipping under the covers, “I think I’m all good like this.”

He nods and lets his pants fall, then steps out of them. He sets his glasses on the bedside table then turns off the light and climbs in bed beside you, gathering you up in his arms and curling his body around yours. He nuzzles into your shoulder and lightly places a kiss on it, “Next weekend at this time you’ll officially be Mrs. Floyd.”

You smile and wiggle back against him, which earns you a groan, “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Floyd. It’s going to be such a great day.”

You can feel Bob’s smile against your skin, “It could be the worst day in the world and I wouldn’t even care. The only thing that matters is that we’ll be together, married. Then nobody can take you away from me.”

You laugh, “Is there a chance of that now?”

“Well…. No…. But still! Let me be possessive, baby,” he mumbles against you.

“I’m always yours, Robert Floyd, till death do us part,” you quietly say and glance back at him in the dark before yawning.

“I love you,” he whispers. “Go to bed, baby.”

“K. Love you. Night night,” you mumble as your eyes fall shut.

You feel a kiss against your shoulder and hear a soft, “Night.”

#bob floyd x reader #robert ‘bob’ floyd x f!reader #bob x female reader #spitfire universe

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 5 months

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Quarterfinals, Match 3

expand to see all propaganda received!

PJ Harvey:

"She's just so real, Polly Jean with her thinness and her red lips and her talent. The woman who dumped Nick Cave with a phone call!"

"no other musician in this entire tournament has an album where there are two different songs about having an enormous strap-on. and if 50ft Queenie and Man-Size weren't enough, she followed it up with ANOTHER on her next record. stream Long Snake Moan"

Stone Gossard:

"Have you seen that jawline?"

"Would you just look at the hair, the eyes, the jawline. He's cute and funny and a guitar god. Who else could write the riff in Once? Alive? Even Flow?"

"Search for Stone Gossard and auto fill suggests Stone Golem 5e. As somebody said he looks like sexy Squidward."

"Anthony had noticed Stone's interest over the last few months. Stone was cute, with his long hair and his nimble guitar playing fingers. Anthony harbored a few fantasies himself, mostly involving Stone's fingers being put to good use. He often imagined, when he was lying in bed fingering himself, that it was Stone's fingers instead. It would leave him panting and sweating just thinking about how good it would feel. Anthony was certain Stone didn't have a lot of experience, and there were some things he would definitely be honored to teach him given the chance. He was about 90% sure Stone was a virgin. That would explain why he was so shy. The water park was small enough that they had the whole place to themselves. As both bands enjoyed the slides and the fountains, Stone found himself working up the nerve to talk to Anthony. Not that he hadn't talked to him, but he hadn't said much more than a passing "hey, great show." Anthony, for his part, was formulating a plan. He would be the one to make the first move. Swimming over to Stone, he cleared his throat. "Hey." Stone blanched for a moment but gathered his composure back. "Hey yourself." "Um, so, listen. You wanna come back and hang out after we leave here? My room has a VCR and any movie you want." Stone considered for a moment. Anthony was asking him if he wanted to come back to his hotel room? Maybe there was a God. "Sure. I guess. I don't have anything else to do. Movies sound cool." And maybe more than a movie... Later on, after the two had shared a slide and splashed each other several times, Stone riding on Anthony's shoulders in a game of chicken against Eddie and Chad, the two made their way into Anthony's room. "Alright dude, I've got Pretty Woman, Back to the Future, Ferris Bueller..." Anthony ticked off the options. "Bueller is fine. You wanna order a pizza?" Anthony nodded as he slid the tape into the player and pushed the play button. Stone called the pizza place and ordered two large everything pizzas and two cokes. Now content that they had their evening's activities planned, Anthony turned to Stone. "Listen, I didn't just ask you here to watch a movie and get pizza, Stone. I need to be honest with you. You intrigue me. You're so intelligent and sexy. Can I kiss you?" Anthony asked him. Stone, heart pounding in his chest, could only nod his head. Anthony leaned in, kissed him full on the mouth as if to suck out Stone's breath. He slipped his tongue in Stone's mouth and massaged it gently with his. Stone let out a moan, who knew you could get hard with just a kiss? Ianlilith1316. "Can't Resist." Rockfic. 1 August 2020. Accessed 21 November 2023. "

"he’s my wife he’s my wife he’s my wife he’s my wife he’s my wife he’s my wife he’s my wife he’s my wife he’s my wife he’s my wife he’s my wife he’s my wife he’s my wife he’s my wife he’s my-"

"Clearly hand-crafted by an incredibly horny Renaissance artist. Like Botticelli. And y’know what they say about paintings…nail ‘em against the wall ;)"

"He is the queen of grunge!!! How could you not vote for him?!??!"

"A vote for Stone is a vote for Squidward."

#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #pj harvey #polly jean harvey #stone gossard #pearl jam #temple of the dog #90s music #tournament

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IMAGINE: Derek hale destroying your tire so you can't leave Mid fight

You and Derek rarely have fights.

Not since you graduated high school and told Scott and his pack to Suck it.

Between your cousin Scott lying to you for years about the werewolf thing, being shot in my shoulder by Stiles / Void Stiles by an Arrow. And getting No explanation for it. No one told you what he'll be going on. Until Peter mentioned it and Derek tried to shield you from the truth. It only made you mad. So when Graduated you just left no goodbyes nothing.

But time changes a person, you Forgave your cousin, his hot best friend Stiles, and when Life gave you a curve ball and you returned to Beacon Hill. you gladly became friends with Malia and Started Dating Derek.

the Fight was Stupid. It wasn’t an Earth-shattering Fight, it was a simple Stupid Fight. Derek Forgot about your Dinner date. that you were looking forward to all week. because he was so focused On work fixing a Fancy car. the Idiot who brought in the classic Car. had the Brilliant Idea that if he put Painters’ tape throughout the Entire Car. covering Every Inch of the Car it would protect the paint job... Between the Heat of the Sun beating down on the moving car. and the fact. he used cheap ass painter’s tape. he destroyed the car.. the tape he started peeling off. and took Large chunks of the paint.

Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal that Derek forgot about Date night. bot after the week of hell you dealt with your co-workers. your boss putting a pass at you. again. and you have to file another report to HR. who just swept it under the Rug and then dealt with Eli. Stealing the Jeep Again for the fifth time. this month, and to Top it all off you were Late... you only realized it today once you were getting ready for date night that you weren’t just a little late. you were 3 weeks late. your Plan was to have a wonderful Date night with your man. Slip off to the pharmacy to snag a pregnancy test and hope along and take it. in the store. because you knew. that Derek and Eli would find it at home. That was your Mission for the night. But Derek came home covered in Grease complaining about how the painter taped around the exhaust pipe that the idiot put on. burnt the pipe. and that led to discovering the Oil was leaking and it was a bigger task than he expected. you stood wearing your summer dress with a jean jacket as he looked at you stunned, “why are you dressed all cute?”

“Date night?’

Derek rubbed his face as he spoke, ‘rain check? I’m exhausted?” he walked over kissing your head as he suggested ordering a Pizza instead as you called him a butthead. and grabbed your keys and decided you would go to Walgreens and Skip Part 1 of your plans. and go straight to getting the Test. you were sitting in your car at a Red light. the road was empty. as the light turned green. your Car jumped. but didn’t move. you quickly turned to see Derek standing behind your car. as he’s claws were slowly going back to normal. your jaw dropped as you quickly un did your seatbelt as you shot out. seeing he sliced your back seat driver side tire.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND!” Screaming you walked over lookign at your tire it was ruined no fixing it. you would have to replace it complete.y “My Car!”

‘you don’t get to just Leave!” Derek was trying to contain his anger as you looked up at him.

“I was coming right Back after I hit Walgreen you Jack ass!”

‘you called me Butthead!”

your anger was sidetracked at hearing the hurt ins his voice hearing him say that as you blinked stunned, “I’ve called you So much worst! your fixing this!’ Derek crossed his arms tightly as he snapped, “the last time you called me a butt head you disappeared for three years! you don’t get to just leave because I forgot date night!”

“I was just going to Walgreens! I wasn’t Leaving! I stormed off yes but I intended to COME BACK!” you groaned as he spoke, ‘what was so important that you needed to go to Walgreen you sick?’

“No. I just- needed.. female products.”

A pregnancy test counts don’t it? you hoped he couldn’t tell the difference as he stared at you, “I’ll fix your car. and we can go-”

you shook your head as you crossed your arms, “you can fix my car, and we Can go home! and we are getting burgers. and im getting a milkshake and we are going to watch whatever i want! I can’t believe you Jump from Butthead to me Running off? where would I go? your my Heart!”

Derek sighed heavily as he spoke, “it was Rough the first time you left.. you just called me a fucking Butthead and then you were gone i didn’t even get to know hwere you were”

“Derek- to be fair.. we weren’t close back then you kept your distance.- I would Never leave you.. if i leave you- i’m taking you with me. i’ll stuff you into my trunk- your stuck with me forever.”

he nodded his head stepping over as he cupped your head softly, “im sorry - I overreacted and broke your Car.”

you nodded your head, “Sorry I called you a butthead and stormed off I just- it’s been a rough week.. and I was looking forward to just you and me time.” he sighed heavily soothing your hair, ‘you did look beautiful. you do look beautiful, lets get this car fixed and go have a date.” you smiled weakly as you spoke, “by the time you fix the tire, i’ll be passed beauitful and want to go home.. Lets just fix it. and go home. and order in.” he nodded his head saying okay kissing your lips as he pulled back as you helped him take your tire off, and use your replacement. that he forced you to have in your trunk. when the car was fixed you kissed him and said you would meet him at home as you drove to Walgreens.

you only ever taken a pregnancy test Once, when you were in university. your roommate was worried about taking one so you took one with her. you weren’t pregnant. you weren’t at all in danger of having a bun in the oven. but Now? Now you were in a relationship with a guy who looks like the Greek Gods carved out out of marble! your relationship was at the ‘honeymood” stage... bene together for almost six years. and your “Fun time” was Very much Healthy Relationship. and Sure.. Sometimes you both get caught in the moment and forgot to be smart. and responsible!

Which as you stood at the walgreens counter paying for your Pregnancy Test yo were shocked you were here. buying a test. Sure Rationally you knew, you weren’t excatly “Safe’ 100% of the time.. especially lately. But it still surprised you. you were just paying when Derek came in. and caught sight of you instantly. he’s eyes grew large seeing you holding pregnancy box as he fainted.

Nothing could perpare you for seeing your boyfriend. falling forward completely passed out in shock as you bolted over to him as you rubbed his arm trying to wake him. he woke up instantly as he looked at you as he spoke, ‘your pregnate?”

you shook your head, ‘no- well I mean.. I dont kow..”

“were you going to tell me?”

“yea.. after i took the test.. I didn’t- I didn’t think taking the test at home would be a good idea..”

Derek got to his feet as you helped him as he spoke, “why not?’

“Derek I was hoping to surprise you with the news.” he rubbed his face as he spoke, ‘okay.... Lets go take it.”

“What?” he grabbed the box as he spoke, ‘come on. they have a public bathroom.’

you laughed but was shocked as he picked you up as you gasped he hosted you over his shoulder as you gasped loudly. as he headed to the bathrooms. getitng itno the womens bathroom he went to the wheelchair accessable stall and put you down as he spoke, “here you go.”

he handed the box to you as you spoke, ‘thanks..... we never talked about babies..”

he nodded his head as he spoke, “I would Love- if you aren’t pregnate.. can we have a baby?”

you couldn’t help but smile at the way he asked as if he was asking for a puppy. “you want a baby?” he nodded his head, “I want to have a baby with you. i want our family to grow. I always wanted a big family. you want kids. we talked about this.”

‘yea- Like on our first date! Derek!”

“is it cause we aren’t married yet? Because i’ll pospose right here and we can elope oyu never wanted a big fuss of a wedding!” you couldn’t help but smile. you shook your head fast.

“as much as getting postpose to in the bathroom. is intoxicating. can we pick another time to ask me.. Like when we aren’t in a public bathroom?”

he sighed heavily as he stepped over, “just- can you pee on the stick? I want to know.”

you chuckled as you spoke, “well- leave the stall and I’ll do the test.”

“can’t i stay?” you laughed as you shook your head, “No sicko go!” he grinned slippng out as he closed the stall door as he stayed in the bathroom. you rolled your eyes. Even if he went outside he would still listen in. that’s the problem with having a wereowlf boyfriend. you did what the test required as you walked out. ‘would- it be 50/50 if it’s like you or me right?”

“yea why? does it matter?”

“well Yea! if im gonna nurse i dont want my bits bite off! Oh my god! what if i ahve the baby on a full moon! Derek! does it matter? what if-” derek stopped your rambling as he cupped your face softly, “I would be right there to help, and it wouldn’t be like that. just a little babe. and the powers awaken later.” you nodded your head relieved to that as he spoke, ‘So you would want it?”

you nodded your head softly, “A Chance to see you with daughters. Hell yea.”

he chuckled softly as he spoke, “not a boy?”

“Nope a girl.” he smiled to that as you reached up cupping his face kissing him. when the 2 minutes were up. it was your time to faint. as Derek caught you. you were infact. pregnant.

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #derek hale #derek hale imagine #fandom #fandom imagine #imagine #fluffy #TW #TW imagine

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worth it

words: 1,373 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (combination of 2 requests) angry!austin + protective!austin (sentence prompt) notes: thanks for all the requests! it’s been cool to write and realize multiple requests can fit into one writing piece :) hope ya’ll enjoy. masterlist is here warnings: verbal abuse (men about reader) tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylesmendeshearted

Austin’s pissed.

You can see it in the frame of his shoulders, tight across like rebar formed into the bone. He stands a bit straighter, the muscle in his jaw works, and his eyes which are usually the softest ocean blue turn hard, like the color of a frozen lake. When your boyfriend has these moments, you always remember something your mother would say when you were younger—to be wary of the anger of a gentle man. Not that you’re afraid of Austin or afraid of what he might do, but you know that he’s never quick to this emotion. So for him to be this upset? His buttons have to be pushed and pushed hard.

You feel like you should have known to just leave the bar that you’re at tonight altogether when you came in and you saw it was packed. It’s a place that you both have been to before, on dates, to hang out with friends and family, to just catch a quick drink before heading home after a long night on set. The entire makeup of the place tonight is just different given how crowded it is, people seem to have shorter fuses, tolerance, and the air is thick with a kind of tension that you can feel seeping into your pores long before Austin’s patience snaps.

But it was supposed to be an easy night of relaxation, of having a few beers, of maybe playing darts and picking up a 2AM pizza and eating it in bed together before crashing. When the first few comments from these guys around you started making things uncomfortable, you should have told Austin to close the tab and suggested heading out.

At first? It was kinda something that you were just ignoring because…it’s not the last time you’ll be out at a bar and guys are saying inappropriate things to you. Especially while drunk—you’ve learned the hard way that assholes will be opinionated no matter what. And giving these guys attention by either yelling at them or asking them to stop is just going to hype them up even more. You’re a woman and men, for the most part with a sparce few, suck. Cat-calling happens all the time and while you’re not saying it’s right? You don’t have the energy to deal with it.

Not to mention, sometimes, that when it happens and you’re alone—it’s not the safest approach to respond.

So a few comments float by while you’re at the bar with Austin, some of them you hear, other times it’s just a part of the loudness of people around you. Either way, you take a step closer to him and just enjoy the night, hoping it’ll just fizzle out on its own.

It doesn’t.

There’s these long string of moments where Austin goes to the restroom and you’re alone, doing your best to just ignore the lewd commentary coming from two or three guys a few bar stools over. You’re not about to look in their direction, give them a thrill or the time of day, but when Austin comes back he can tell you’re uncomfortable.

And then he hears it.

“Fine lookin’ piece of ass tonight at the bar.”

“Right? And usually this place is so fuckin’ dry.”

“Not tonight—you see the rack on her? Think she’s rentin’ by the hour? Could ask her—”

During the entire interaction, you can feel more than see Austin’s demeanor change beside you, the tensing of his body, the way his arm wraps around your waist to keep you close. You’re hoping he’s just going to let it go, maybe offer to go to a different section of the bar or better yet, leave altogether and find somewhere else to spend the night.

Austin leans back from the bar just enough to make sure his words land, “The fuck did you just say?”

The guys fall silent, just for a moment, startled that he’s actually said something to them. But this doesn’t deter them for long, there’s laughter which immediately sets Austin’s blue eyes alight. It’s obvious his blood is boiling and in any other situation? This might cause a shiver to course down your spine but your only concern right now is getting out of the bar without a horrible fight starting.

While you appreciate the gesture of Austin not letting these comments fly, it’s not worth throwing punches.

“We were wonderin’ if your girlfriend rents by the hour,” One guy slurs, taking another sip of beer, “Seems like a fuckin’ waste to keep her to yourself.”

Austin takes a strong step forward and you have to move quickly before you lose him, your hand falling to his chest, “Stop,” You insist, fingers digging into his shirt a little.

“Better listen to your lady, pal.”

You shake your head, tugging a bit on the fabric until he looks down at you. “Please,” And you can feel him relax, just slightly, when his eyes meet yours, “It’s not worth it, okay?”

The muscle in Austin’s jaw tightens before he lets out a short breath through his nose, “Of course it’d be worth it.” But he concedes, throwing cash on the bar counter before taking your hand and leading you out through the crowd.

The night air is cold and biting compared to the heated space of the bar, your skin prickling as a chill settles along your body. Austin doesn’t look back at you either, walking all the way to the end of the street with his hand firmly clasped around yours.

“Austin,” You try and then you pause at a crosswalk when the light changes, “Austin.”

He turns sharply at you saying his name and you…don’t have the words to tell him he’s squeezing your hand too hard when you get a good look at his face. He’s pissed. His breathing is a little off, eyes sharp like broken glass. The hand that he’s not holding quickly moves to cup his one cheek, running your thumb over the bone.

That seems to get him to restart, just slightly, taking a short, calming breath into his lungs and his grip loosens on your other hand. He tips his head back a little, sighing, running a hand through his hair.

“Nothin’ pushes my fucking buttons like that.” He comments, a slight twang in his voice leftover from Elvis when he’s upset.

You shake your head gently; he really doesn’t have to explain. “I know,” You mumble, running your thumb along his knuckles, back and forth in a soothing motion. “Definitely don’t need to be hittin’ people though.”

There’s a crack of a smile on Austin’s lips and from then on you know he’s genuinely calmed down, “Would be worth it though.” He lifts up the hands you both have laced together and presses a kiss to your fingers.

A soft sigh flutters out of your lips, a gentle eyeroll to follow even though it’s fond.

“I know I can’t protect you from everythin’, but sometimes I wish you’d let me protect you from the things I can control.”

And then that hits you a little differently, the warmth Austin obviously feels towards you rolling off in waves. You can’t help but smile up at him, touched that he wants to look out for you, even in frustrating moments like this. Maybe you need to realize that you deserve someone caring about you too—that idiots in a bar like that shouldn’t be able to just throw whatever comments they want in your direction and it just ‘be okay’.

“I mean—I guess throwin’ a punch would kinda be sexy, I dunno.” And you’re joking, of course, but the passion it represents in connection to what he’s said is still there.

Austin hums in amusement and slides his jacket off, the jean sherpa that he tends to wear out once the weather shifts into something cooler. He places it over your shoulders, drawing you close before crossing the street.

You’re not sure it’d be actually worth it to have Austin get into some sort of fist fight over you…but the sentiment is definitely there that he’d even be willing and worth more than you can put into words.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler drabble #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things

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faetaiity · 1 year

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Bad day cuddles (Turtle brothers x Reader)

Yeah, I’m having a shit day, so I decided to make this CW: This talks about intrusive thoughts, depression, antidepressant withdrawals (YEAH THOSE HAPPEN, AND THEY FUCKING SUCK) and chewing/picking on your skin (something I do a lot.)

You laid in your bed, you’ve been awake for a couple hours now, but simply feel like you don’t have the energy to do more than twist and turn in your bed

this was normal, though, you had bad days where you didn’t have the willpower to hype yourself up to make it through the day, of course, you COULD blame it on not having your antidepressants, it’s been a week now since you last had taken a pill

but you knew the real problem to blame was yourself, you’ve been hanging out with your friends so much that you just... forget...

you stared up at the ceiling for another... ten minutes? you have a horrible sense of time during these episodes, but luckily after that time has passed, you finally managed to get enough energy to look at your phone

1:23 PM

‘awh fuck’ you thought, seeing well over 40 messages on your lock screen, 35 of them are from the group chat you have with the brothers, but this part of the conversation startled you

Neon Leon: Hey! we still up for pizza night at [Y/N]'s place?

BootyShaker9000: Think so, ask [Y/N] though, we might need to reschedule or move the location to the lair.

Neon Leon: @[Y/N] @[Y/N] @[Y/N]

BootyShaker9000: Oh, my fucking god, STOP, they're probably busy

~~30 minutes later~~

Raph-A-Doodle-Do: You think they're okay? They never take this long to respond, even in School.

Magic Michael: Hope so! What if they're sick?!

a few minutes after Mikey sent that message, you got a DM from Raph

Raph-A-Doodle-Do: Hey honey, you okay? Mikey's throwing a little panic episode right now, please respond when you see this, love you.

you sighed, knowing damn well that they know you read this now, due to the 'Read at 1:30PM' snitch marker, you decided to message the groupchat instead of just Raph

[Y/N]: Hey guys, I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner, I'm just.... not feeling the greatest right now.

Magic Michael: Oh, No! Are you sick?!

[Y/N]: No, just down with a bad mood, don't worry, can we reschedule for next week?

you got no reply, but you knew they read it

15 minutes later, you got a knock on the window, you groaned, you knew who it was, but you just... can't get out of bed, you feel like if you do, you'll just die of exhaustion.

The knocking became more desperate before stopping for a moment, you sighed in relief, hoping they just went away

that thought was too hopeful, though, because a minute or two later, you heard your window break making you anxious and started biting the inner part of your cheek plus picking at various scabs on your body, before you also heard hurried footsteps come near your bedroom

They stopped right in front of your door, knocked softly for a few seconds, waited, then opened

You saw the four brothers; they all had worried looks, you relaxed before tiredly waving at them

Mikey instantly bounded towards you, hopping on the bed, hugging and peppering you with small forehead and cheek kisses

"Honey!!!! What's wrong?!" bless Mikey's heart, he was always the sweetest, hell, he even somehow melted Draxum's ice cold heart

Leo followed next, going to the opposite side of your bed and sat next to you, Leo wasn't nearly as concerned but he asked you in a soft tone "Did something happen?"

Raph and Donnie approached at the same time, sitting at the foot of your bed "Darling, you wanna talk about it?" Donnie nodded in agreement

You shook your head "Not now..." you mumbled, continuing to pick at the scabs on your arms, Leo gasped softly, he grabbed your hands and gently pulled them away

"Hey,,, Don't do that, love, please talk with us, we don't wanna see you like this" he mumbled, kissing your arms where you were picking softly

You started tearing up, venting about everything that's happened recently, and how you bottled it up until you just couldn't do anything anymore

They listened, nodding softly, letting you finish before you felt Leo and Mikey hug you, Donnie and Raph moved up and joined the three of you

you stayed like this for a while, basking in the touch of your lovers, Donnie got up, took your phone and started ordering pizza for the five of you, once he was done, he looked over towards you

"You wanna take a self-care day and watch your favorite movies?" he asked gently, you nodded softly, tears still pricking your eyes

He let out a ghost of a smile and picked you up, bringing you into the living room, he stopped at the couch and set you down softly, the others followed, each of them setting beside you

"Whatcha wanna watch?" Raph asked

"Can we watch [F/M]?"

"Of course" Leo purred, cuddling you and getting comfortable

The rest joined in

"I love you guys" you yawned out

"we love you too" they said in unison, softly nuzzling into you from four different angles

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Augh, I needed something that would be self indulgent and somewhat of a comfort post.

#save rottmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #poly! turtles x reader #leo x reader #donnie x reader #mikey x reader #raph x reader #michelangelo #donatello #raphael #leonardo

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call-me-little-sunshine84 · 1 year

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Saturdays (Jim Hopper x female reader ~ 18+)

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Jim "Chief" Hopper x female reader

Words: 1.1k

Summary: date night with Hopper turns hot fast

Warnings: smut, oral sex (f & m both receiving), unprotected sex

A/N: this was my first ever Hopper smut, not sure why I never posted it here

Saturday nights are your favorite time of the week. Saturdays are always date night with your one and only, Jim Hopper. No matter how crazy and chaotic the week has been, it gives you something to look forward to, just knowing you will be together. It usually just involves take-out and a movie at one of your houses, but as long as you’re with him it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. As you hurry to get ready, straightening the hem on your skirt and running your fingers through your hair, the doorbell rings. You take one last look in the mirror and open the door.

Your heart skips a beat just seeing the man on the other side. He’s dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt and couldn’t possibly look any sexier. He pulls you in for a hug and you inhale the scent of him. It’s something you just can’t explain, it’s just so uniquely Hopper, manly and intoxicating. “Hey darlin',” he says as he leans in to kiss you. “Mmmmmmm,” you reply, equally in response to his kiss and to the smell of the pizza wafting out of the box he’s holding. You make your way to the kitchen, grabbing plates and drinks. After finishing your food, you both move to the living room. “Horror movie tonight?” you ask. Any reason to snuggle into him was good enough for you. You start the movie and you both settle on the couch, his arm draped around you and your head on his chest.

About halfway through the movie you look up at him and immediately recognize the look in his eyes. You have seen it many times before from him and it never failed to turn your insides to liquid. Lust and desire clouded him, and you feel your body instinctively react, heat radiating through all your nerve endings. He leans down and kisses you, gently at first. You reach up and run your fingers through his hair. He responds eagerly and pushes you back against the couch. He pulls back and groans just looking at you. “Damn, how did I get so lucky?” he asks, making you blush. You don’t have particularly great self-esteem, but this man makes you feel like the only woman in the world.

He reaches out and starts unbuttoning your shirt. It slides off your shoulders, and he leans in and begins kissing a trail down your neck, goosebumps appearing on your skin from the feeling of his mustache tickling your body. He quickly and expertly removes your bra, tossing it on the floor. You lay against the couch as his mouth finds your breasts, alternating between licking and biting your nipples, walking that fine line between pleasure and pain. You moan loudly, feeling the wetness between your legs already. He moves his large hand up your leg, his fingertips blazing a trail of heat up your body, pushing your knees apart and groaning with surprise when he realizes you aren’t wearing any panties. “Hmmm, just for me baby?” he asks as he spreads you apart and he feels how slick with need you are. He pushes first one finger, then another inside you, knowing exactly how to move them against your walls to make you see stars.

There really was nothing else like being with this man. You can feel the pressure building inside you as his fingers continue their relentless stroking. You want to prolong the feeling as long as possible because you’re already on the edge. You think you might just implode when he abruptly removes his fingers and pushes you completely back on the couch and removes your skirt. He trails his tongue up the inside of your legs until his mouth reaches your aching center. He parts you and begins licking and sucking at your clit. You yell your appreciation, which elicits a growl from him in return. He keeps up his relentless pace and you can already feel the wave of pleasure building, about to crash. You don’t hold back as your orgasm overtakes you, leaving you shuddering and gasping. He looks up at you, face covered in your juices. You grab him and kiss him deeply, hungrily.

You want to return the favor, so you push him back against the couch and remove his jeans and shirt. You could see the bulge in his boxers already. You slowly pull them down, revealing his rock-hard dick. You lean down and lick the precum off his tip, then run your tongue down the length of him. He leans his head back as you take him completely in your mouth. You move up and down expertly, enjoying knowing you were the one making him feel so good. Before long he puts his hand on your shoulder and says, “if we don’t stop, I’m a goner,” so you back off, wiping the spit from the corner of your mouth.

You both stand up to make your way to the bedroom when he impulsively grabs you and spins you around, bending you over the back of the couch. You gasp in surprise but then he spreads your legs, and all coherent thoughts leave your mind. He enters you slowly, trying to ease into you. The familiar pressure of him inside you makes you dizzy with desire. He’s gentle at first, not wanting to hurt you with his size. Once he’s fully inside you say, “fuck me Jim, please,” and that’s all it takes. He pumps into you, hard and fast, reaching his hands up to grasp your breasts while he thrusts. You feel like every part of you is filled up by him, and it’s a delicious feeling you never want to lose. He is grunting and groaning from behind you, and you buck against his body, sweat dripping down his broad chest and onto your back. One hand moves from your breast down to circle your clit, and you feel a second wave coming over you already. He always knows just what to do to make your body scream in ecstasy. “Please don’t stop,” you cry, and your climax hits seconds before he reaches his own, spilling into you. “Damn,” is all he can manage as he collapses on top of you, the weight of him on you making you smile. Once you have both recovered, he stands up and you do also, slowly, making sure your legs still work. You make your way to the bathroom. Reaching the door, you turn to him and ask, “care to join me in the shower, sheriff?”. He smiles slyly, a gleam in his eyes. “Anytime, darlin.”

#jim hopper x fem!reader #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper smut #david harbour #stranger things smut #jim hopper oneshot

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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Marshmallow Love

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. friends to lovers. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: kissing. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: dino x reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 756. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: dino's been wrecking me so here's this fic lmao

You sat at the campfire, roasting your marshmallow reluctantly. You didn’t want to be here. You didn’t know why your friends had left, but they hadn’t let you come with them. They had left you out. It didn’t make sense, but you still did what they told you to, and stayed by the campfire.

The embers were slowly dying, and the little warmth they had brought you was starting to fade away. The wind from the ocean brought a chill to your body, and you cursed yourself for not bringing a warmer sweater. You wished you never agreed to come on this trip in the first place. If it wasn’t for Chan’s persuading, you wouldn’t have.

And speak of the devil- Chan ran out from the woods, seeing your figure crouched alone at the campfire. He gasped a breath. He wasn’t too late. Your friends, the same ones that had deserted you, had ran to find Chan and told him you were by yourself on the beach, but that he had to go quickly otherwise he might miss his chance.

Chan had run faster than he ever had in his life, desperate to get there before you left. And he had succeeded. He breathed, trying to recall the steps to Mingyu’s flirt class 101, but coming up with nothing.

He just decided to give it his best shot, and if he messed it up, at least he had taken the chance. He walked up to you, and you turned, smiling now that you weren't going to be alone anymore.

“Want a marshmallow? I have extra.” You muttered, passing him the bag of marshmallows and package of skewers. He stayed silent.

“Y/n-”

“Do you know where the others went? I think Dokyeom wanted to tell me something.”

Chan shook his head, taking another breath, “Y/n.”

“Did you get to try the pizza balls? They were surprisingly good.” You continued, making Chan look around as if something would help him get your attention.

“Y/n?”

You hummed in response, “I think we’re going on a hike tomorrow. That’s going to be a nightmare… I wonder if I can escape without the others noticing.”

“Y/n.” Chan said desperately and your eyes widened.

“What? Was I ignoring you- I’m so sorry.” You whispered the last part, truly feeling bad for your rambling, but Chan just giggled.

“Can I talk now?” He asked, a smile on his face. You nodded.

“Do you know why the others deserted you?” You shook your head this time, ears listening closely to hear the answer.

“It was so I had a chance with you alone…” He mumbled and you blushed slightly, “Remember when I said there was something I wanted to do on this trip?” He looked up at you, his heart pounding in his chest so loudly he thought you might be able to hear it.

You nodded again, your voice getting caught up in your throat. You always felt a bit nervous around Chan which is why you tried to talk so much. It made your nervousness less obvious.

“Have you ever… thought… about… me?” He asked, wishing it had come out a bit smoother, but he was too nervous for that.

You nodded, finding your voice again. Clearing your throat, you whispered, “Yes. A lot actually.” It made you happy to admit for some reason. You had a hope that this was going where you wanted it to, but all you could do now is wait with baited breath for Chan to continue.

“I think… I think I might be in love with you.”

You lost your breath again. It was like his confession had sucked all the air out of you, and all you could do was just stare at him in shock.

“A-are you going to say anything…?” He asked nervously, his eyes as wide as yours.

“What do you want me to say?” You murmured, just as nervous as he was.

“Anything. Do anything.” He breathed, practically wanting to disappear at this point.

“Can I do this then…?” Suddenly your nose was brushing against his, your eyes fluttering shut as you pressed a feather-light kiss to his lips. He blushed furiously, not even having time to close his eyes before the kiss was already over.

“Kiss me again.” He said quickly, his hand catching yours before you could move back to your spot. You obliged him, pressing your lips to his in a longer kiss this time, satisfying him much better than the first one.

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bozowrites · 2 years

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"maybe you don't suck"

steve harrington x f!reader [fluff]

it's about time steve finally asked you out.

w/c : 0.5k

a/n : i'm back and with a love for steve harrington and robin buckley. don't know how much i'll post, but here's hoping its a few fics! enjoy, kiddos <3

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as dustin’s older sister, it came naturally to be acquainted with your little brother’s best friend, especially considering he was your age. there really wasn’t much to say about him, in your opinion.

his name is steve harrington, he works in the mall’s ice cream parlour, scoop’s ahoy, and is a terrible flirt. oh, and you had a crush on him.

you work in one of the clothing stores in starcourt. almost every time you’re working so is he. he'll always ask for your schedule just so he can visit during his break. you hope its because there's some interest on his part. dustin and robin have both confirmed this romantic interest he has in you, but there's always that doubtful thought that maybe they have it wrong or are messing with you.

even with the playful banter and flirting between the two of you, nothing has ever gone past that. perhaps the interest didn't go further than that.

“not you again.” you groan playfully as you see steve wander into the store and head straight for you. "well, hello to you too, henderson." he smiles and fumbles with the clothes on the rack beside you, looking through them.

“oh, this would suit you well.” he pulls out an ugly knitted sweater that you imagine an older woman would wear to a family holiday visit. you force a puff of air out, shaking your head and continue to hang up tops. “so, how’s your day going?” when steve tries to lean his elbow on the rack, he misses and tumbles. after steading the rack and himself and waving to the women that walked by and gave some lame excuse, he turns back to you.

“sometimes you surprise me by how bad you are at flirting.” he scoffs.

“have you been talking to robin?” he asks. you shake your head. “not since i last visited the parlour. it’s almost like, it’s obvious how bad you are.” he puts a hand on his hip, giving you an unimpressed stare. you’ve seen him give dustin this look a few times.

“to answer your question, steve, my day is going fine. how is yours?” he sighs. he starts picking at the clothes again. “stupid. dustin cancelled on me to hang out after my shift!” you chuckle. dustin told you that he did, and he also told you to expect steve to saunter over and complain about it. and here he is, complaining about it.

“so, i heard. maybe robin can hang out with you tonight?” you suggest. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping to be the one to occupy his plans for the evening. “yeah, yeah…i already asked, she said no.” he moves to stand in front of you, stopping you from doing your job. you look around the store. there are tons of people, yet they all range near the front of the store with all the sales. you and steve are at the back corner of the store with the less than nice clothes; the ones that don’t sell.

“so, i was thinking that maybe we could hang out. see a movie maybe. or go get dinner? or just…just hang out at your place.” and so, your heart skips a beat. taking a breath and repeating the words in your head, you smile. “or we could do all three. order a pizza at my place and rent a movie?”

steve smiles and lets out a quiet chuckle. hands on hips and face down as he shakes his head, you bite the inside of your cheeks. you can’t see his face. what’s he thinking? when he looks back up, he smiles. “wow, yeah, yeah, that’s definitely a better idea!”

“i’m full of great ideas.” you smirk. you reach around him to pick up a few tops to continue hanging them. while reaching, you meet his eyes. “be at my place by seven?” he nods. “yeah, i’ll be there.”

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"so? did it work?" dustin and robin stare at steve waiting for an answer after he'd arrived back from your store. steve grins. "yes!"

robin gives steve a high five as well as dustin. "'bout time, harrington. maybe you don't suck as much as we thought." she pulls out the whiteboard from behind the counter and tally's down in the 'you rule' section.

#steve harrington headcanons #stranger things fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #stranger things headcanons #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagines #steve harrington imagine #steve x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington #stranger things

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 2 years

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a new chapter

summary: a new year has arrived in Hawkins, Indiana. I shall show you different months and interactions that our Byers sibling will be having. we will watch as she goes through the ups and downs of dealing with this new trauma. will she eventually come to terms and slowly start to recover and process everything?

WC: 4.1K

warnings: depression, ED mention

A/N: ALL THE STORIES CAN BE FOUND UNDER THE TAG- The Byers Harrington Story-

this is where i’m gonna be a bit worried about my writing because it’s fully just my imagination working at whatever speed it can. i’m not sure how many of these in betweens i’m gonna do, i want to try and do a couple for each month. i already have the last in between planned and after that one it will lead into season2. i hope everyone enjoys these little stories.

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January 5, 1984

“Mom, do you think you can get me a job here?” you asked while picking a lollipop from the display rack.

Joyce was organizing items behind the counter, and you were sitting on the checkout counter at Mendel’s. You were a bit bored at home so you felt like following Joyce for the next few hours of work.

It’s only been about three months since you quit, sorry, since you were fired from Lenny’s pizza. It was nice to have a break from working, focus on school, and you can freely be depressed in your room. Your sleeping was still not great, even with the weed you would buy from Eddie, but it didn’t help all the time. You were also on a tolerance break right now so you didn’t get too used to the drug and its effects. Plus, you didn’t want Joyce to find out, she was starting to get suspicious of your behavior, “Honey, did you get sprayed by a skunk?”

Anyway, you’ve enjoyed not working and all that, but you need to sum up all the money you can get your grubby hands on. You aren’t a big spender anyway, but still, you want to save up money for the future. Five months of paychecks, two a month, $3.75 an hour, it’s not a lot in the long run. You would look in the paper and check if anyone was hiring, see if something caught your eye. You may be a little desperate for a job, but you still have standards. You didn’t want to work in food again, you’re kinda worried about Carol or Tommy H showing up wherever you're working and making a scene. You thought retail would be the next best thing, always good to have different job variations.

“I don’t know honey, business isn’t exactly busy,” Joyce huffed from the ground where she was sitting.

“I know, but I’m just asking for a part-time job. Maybe I’ll get a second job when summer comes around,” you looked around the empty general store while the two of you were having this conversation.

Joyce stood from her seat behind the counter and looked over your hunched figure on the counter. You were sucking on the lollipop and just staring out the glass windows and looking out to the empty main street. You looked to the different stores that might be hiring. Sally’s Sugars and Sweets Bakery, Johnson’s Formal Attire, Hawkin’s Post, etc.

None of them caught your interest as you scanned the store signs. You sighed, maybe you could see if the library needs attendants, maybe City Hall could use interns or something. Maybe you could be a newspaper girl, Jonathan does that on the weekends.

“Honey, why don’t you just use this time to focus on yourself? You look like you could use it.”

“What does that mean?” you replied a bit timidly.

“Well I- I’m just saying you should spend time with your friends. You know, Steve sometimes calls for you.”

That got your head perked up. You already knew this information, but something in Joyce’s voice got your interest. The way she said Steve’s name and how he calls for you, no one else, just you in the Byers’ household, she was playing coy. Also, you could tell she was warming up to Steve and his new presence around the house and with you, Will also didn’t seem to mind, Jonathan though… “I know, it’s just sometimes I end up third wheeling him and Nancy, also Jonathan doesn’t like Steve, so I try to keep them separated from each other.”

“I know honey. What about that girl from school? Jonathan tells me that you’re together during lunch and after school sometimes.”

Robin. The two of you have been getting a little closer after your first study session. At first, you still tried to keep your distance a little, worried if you get attached to her, she’ll be dragged into this terrible predicament. But then her bright smiles and chipper attitude started to crack at the brick wall you placed around your heart, and each day the two of you hung out, a new crack would form in the wall. Eventually, you just gave up the cold facade and welcomed her in openly, but still trying to refrain from mentioning anything to do with the Upside Down and all that stuff.

“I’m- I’m just nervous. What if she’s just a school friend?” “School friend? What?” “You know, someone you hang out with only at school. It’s a line you don’t want to cross ‘cause some people are completely different outside of school, like a whole new personality.”

Joyce was looking at you like you were a bit crazy with this whole “school friends” explanation.

Her brows were furrowed with the crease in the middle, her head cocked to the side and her lips were puckered. She was leaning a hip against the counter while her hands rested in the pockets of her work shirt.

Her hair was longer now, her bangs more grown out and the ends of her hair now touched her shoulders. She looked healthier, a bit happier after just these past few months. That twinkle in her eyes was back, it may still be a bit dulled, but it was shining again. That’s all that mattered.

You on the other hand. Your hair was disheveled most days or just thrown into a pony or low bun to tame the rat's nest. Your clothes were rumpled and mismatched, but not in your usual way, more in a ‘throwing on the first piece of clothing that you grabbed off the floor because you couldn’t bother putting in effort’ way. Your skin was growing ghostly white from not going outside unless needed, like school, or walking into the woods so you could smoke freely. The bags under your eyes were growing and the dark circles were starting to look like someone punched your eyes in a fight. You’ve probably lost some weight, your appetite comes and goes, sometimes you could eat three meals a day, or sometimes you would just eat breakfast and just chug water the rest of the day.

Joyce removed a hand from a pocket and gently tucked loose strands of hair behind your ear. Anytime she did the action you felt like a child like you were pulled back in time. It felt like she was protecting you from the outside world, wanting to keep you safe and wrapped tightly in bubble wrap. Like she wasn’t witnessing her daughter slowly destroy her body and mind because of something horrific that no one should ever experience. Like you weren’t staring into the eyes of the woman who birthed and raised you with such hollow emotions tucked behind your corneas.

No, the simple motion of the hair being tucked behind your ear brought dreams and childhood innocents.

“Honey, I just want to make sure that you’re okay. I don’t want to push you to do something that you don’t feel comfortable with, but I just want to see you happy. That’s all a mother could ask of her children after all.”

You felt yourself getting choked up, “I know mom,” you whispered.

The both of you are just gazing at each other with tears growing, but not yet falling over. It felt like a switch of who was taking care of who, when Will was missing it was you and Jonathan worried over Joyce and watching as she was slipping. But now you were slowly losing a hold on yourself and Joyce was trying to show that she was here for you. You know Jonathan and Will would also be there for you, but you tried to keep this side of yourself hidden from them, you don’t want them to worry about you.

“You know, you’re the best mom anyone could ask for,” you sniffled.

Joyce gave a slight chuckle at that, “coming from you, that’s the best compliment I could ever hear.”

The both of you just shared in choked giggles until the bell from above the door signaled a customer. You hopped off the counter and stared over the top of the small aisles to try and see who entered the store. With a quick look outside the windows, you were able to see the beige Hawkins Police truck before you saw the mystery person.

“Hi Hopper,” Joyce exclaimed.

You turned in the direction that Joyce was looking and saw as Hopper walked closer to the counter the both of you have been at for the past hour and a half. He held his hat in his hands and gave both of you a welcoming smile, “Hello Byers.”

“Everything good at the station Hopper?” you asked, making polite conversation.

“You know Hawkins, pretty quiet.”

“Right.”

You all knew that wasn’t true, but at least you weren’t the only one choosing to be a little delusional about everything.

Hopper hit your arm with his hat in a playful gesture and grinned at you, “actually I have something that you might like back.”

Your eyes widened and you stood a bit taller. You completely forgot about the rifle. Nancy took Lonnie’s revolver for herself and you had other stuff clouding your mind that you just forgot the rifle you took from the shed. Not like you planned on going hunting or whatever, but at least with the rifle back home you knew there was some protection for the four of you.

“I checked your house to see if anyone was home to take it, but all of you are out.”

“Well, I was planning to head home soon, if you give me a ride I’ll take it.”

Hopper looked from you to Joyce behind you and gave her a ‘is that okay?’ look. You turned to see what her response would be, well you already knew, “yeah, that’s fine. I don’t want her riding out too late anyway.”

Hopper nodded his head. You looked between the two adults and noticed the looks they shared, mostly Hopper’s gaze. It peeked a bit of curiosity inside of you, but you weren’t one to meddle in other people’s business.

“How’s Will doing?” Hopper spoke after a cough.

“Um, he’s- he’s okay. He seems like he’s getting back to his normal self,” Joyce supplied.

You wanted to interject and say something, like how sometimes you could hear Will’s cries through the walls late at night when you couldn’t sleep and no one else should be awake. Or how sometimes the two of you run into each other in the kitchen and the both of you would just eat cereal at the table together. Sometimes when you couldn’t sleep you would go outside in the backyard and lay down on the grass and just stare at the stars, and sometimes Will would end up joining you. You two had each other in the dead of night when everyone else had peaceful dreams, the two of you had nightmares that sunk into your skin making it hard to fall back asleep.

“(Y/n), honey, are you ready to leave?”

You blinked a few times and realized you zoned off for a moment as Joyce and Hopper continued their conversation. You turned to Joyce and her expression was blinking like a sign showing that she was worried about you. You then make a glance at Hopper and he looked just as concerned.

“Yeah, sorry. I’ll see you later mom.”

“See ya, honey.”

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You and Hopper drove in silence for a while. Neither of you not knowing what type of topic of conversation the other would be interested in. The radio was playing some AC/DC song, something as background noise. Hopper had the windows done just a crack allowing for the cool late winter air into the truck, it felt refreshing.

You noticed the way that Hopper was tapping his fingers against the wheel, either in rhythm with the song or just a mindless motion, you didn’t know. He was rubbing his free hand across his facial hair and then went back to rest it against the windowsill. While you sat in your seat you were twiddling with your fingers in your lap and looking out the window, watching as the trees and buildings whizzed past the moving vehicle.

“Hey, um…I know I probably sound like a broken record, but, are you okay? You’ve just seemed a bit out of it lately.”

You look away from the moving scenery and over to Hopper. He took a glance your way when you didn’t say anything right away and you noted the way his brows furrowed just a little in the middle and the concern pooling in his warm eyes. You were debating in your head if you should tell the truth. When people have been asking if you’re okay, you mostly just say “I’m fine” and they would just accept the answer. But you weren’t fine, and you did want to talk to someone about it, but you didn’t want to add any extra concern to anyone, and it’s not like you can go to a therapist.

You let out a sigh and looked to Hopper’s side profile, “if I tell you, can you not tell my mom?”

You noticed the way Hopper’s mouth opened a bit like he was gonna say something before the thoughts formed, “ah…Why- why would you not want me to tell your mom?”

“Well, she’s already worried about Will, and she does notice that I’m a little different now, but I don’t want her to know the extent of it.”

It was silent, you allowed Hopper to think about what you said. You want to talk about this stuff with someone you trust, someone who won’t judge you. You know your family wouldn’t judge you for anything, you and Steve were still getting used to your new friendship, you and Nancy were friendly but…eh, and it’s not like you could dump this stuff on the kids. Hopper was the only adult other than Joyce that you trusted.

When the truck pulled up to the house and Hopper shut the engine off, you turned to him. He was rubbing his facial hair again and then turned his attention to your waiting gaze.

“Let’s talk in the house.”

You felt a tiny smile on your lips.

The both of you slammed the doors close and Hopper grabbed the rifle from his trunk. With your keys, you unlocked the door and walked to the kitchen. You started to pull out stuff to make a sandwich and grabbed a coke from the fridge.

“You want anything to eat, I could make a sandwich or something?”

You called out to Hopper who was still in the living room. You didn’t hear a verbal response so you looked up and saw as he walked into the kitchen and just sat at the little table.

“I’m fine, (Y/n).”

You just nodded and when you finished making your sandwich you put everything back and sat in the seat across from Hopper. The air was slowly building in tension, the tension mostly coming from you because you were suddenly deciding if this was a bad idea.

Hopper speaking broke through your loud decision-making thoughts, “what’s going on (Y/n)?”

You kept your head down and just stared at the sandwich you made and tapped your nails on the plate or the table. Running your teeth along your bottom lip you looked at Hopper, he was leaning forward and had his arms on the table with his hands clasped together. His hat was also off, it allowed for you to stare freely at his face.

“Well, I-I…you know how me, Jonathan, and Nancy along with Steve went up against the Demogorgon?”

“I do, also I remember telling you and Jonathan not to do that.”

You just gave a cheeky smile at the comment, “well you can thank Nancy for bringing the idea back.”

“Anyway, so I’ve been having these nightmares, and this was before the attack. I had one the night we went looking for the monster the first time.”

“The first time?” Hopper questioned.

“Yeah, we went into the woods. I know it probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but we’re dumb kids.”

Hopper breathed a laugh at the statement. It made you smile for a moment.

“So these nightmares, how bad are they?” Hopper asked after a few seconds.

“Umm, on a scale of 1-10 I would say that they sit around 10 for 10.”

Hopper gave a solemn nodding at your answer.

You continued to just stare at the sandwich, you don’t even know why you made it, you had no appetite while talking about this. You just huffed a sigh out through your nose.

“Do…Do you want to talk about what happens? In your dre-nightmares.”

You were hesitant, but after a few seconds, you gave a timid nod to Hopper. He didn’t say anything or move closer to you, he let you take your time in formulating your thoughts and kept a good distance so you didn’t feel suffocated.

“It’s kinda always the same format, someone else and I are running away from the monster, and then it would get to them first. It was like it was taunting me, enjoying that I was witnessing it rip this person to shreds and I would just freeze from fear and stare as the life drained from their eyes. And then when it was satisfied it would drop their body onto the floor and stalk towards me as I was shaking and coward against the wall or in a corner. It would lean in close with its flowered face and open allowing for me to stare at the rows of teeth within and then it would get me, but that’s when I wake up. And I’m a cold sweat and shaking when I wake up and I wouldn’t be able to go back to bed. I would be up until my body just collapses from exhaustion.”

The tension in the air you felt earlier dissipated and all you felt now was a form of exhaustion but it wasn’t in the air or from Hopper, it was you. Just talking about them made your body feel like it was running laps without stopping until your legs just gave out. You heard the creaking of the chair and looked at Hopper who now moved to the seat next to you instead of across from you.

“Do you take any sleeping pills to try and sleep?”

‘Weed’ you answered in your head, “yea, they worked for a little, but it still wouldn’t help,” you half lied out loud.

“If you could, well want really, could you tell me who is usually running with you?”

You hesitated a bit in this part. Yeah, it would be fine if you said Joyce or Jonathan, but mentioning Steve or Hopper, to Hopper, you weren’t sure if it would be weird for him. You don’t know how Hopper would feel if you just said ‘hey sometimes I dream that you get eaten by a monster and I can’t do anything but watch’ you don’t want to scare him off, but he asked and you need to talk.

“Sometimes it’s Jonathan, especially how I remember the scene that played out in the house. Where it pinned him down and stood over him, drooling like he was dinner. Other times it’s Joyce, but not often luckily. Um, for this next one could you not mention it to anyone, like at all?”

Hopper looked a bit worried and confused but nodded his head.

“Sometimes- Sometimes the person I’m with is Steve. And as we’re running he’s always protecting me and that’s how he got killed and I can’t even do anything.”

“Harrington? Why- Are you two close or something?”

“It's a- It's a new development you could say,” you muttered.

“Is there anyone else in these scenarios? You seem a bit hesitant.”

You turned your gaze on Hopper and tried to see if this silent answering of just your eyes could answer his question. It seemed he understood, but not exactly, so you cleared your throat and said, “actually the only other person in these scenarios is…its-its you, Hopper. I sometimes watch you get ripped apart before my eyes.”

Hopper looked taken aback by this information you laid out for him. You just told Chief Hopper, a man who you didn’t converse with before this crazy government stuff, that sometimes you watch him get killed. Maybe your subconscious was trying to say something, maybe you were starting to latch onto Hopper because he was the only older male figure in your life at the moment. A.K.A, daddy issues.

“Hey,” Hopper quietly said, he tapped your hand on the table to draw your attention.

You kept your head tilted low so you looked up a bit with your brows raising. You were gnawing on your bottom lip anxiously because you weren’t sure what he was going to say. You weren’t trying to overstep any boundaries, you didn’t want Hopper to stop checking in with your family because of your disturbing nightmares.

“These are just nightmares, dreams. They aren’t real.”

Real, it felt weird, but you had to mention this detail, “Hopper, I know this sounds crazy, but sometimes when I do have dreams they manifest in some way or another. When I first dreamt of being chased by the Demogorgon I pictured it with the flowering head and rows of teeth, I didn’t even know what it looked like, Nancy didn’t even describe it to me. And another dream, Steve was in it and he was giving me a gift, a piece of jewelry, and for Christmas, he said a similar line from the dream and gave me a ring. It’s not like I think I’m psychic or whatever, but with these dreams or nightmares, I get worried that they’ll come true somehow.”

Your body started to lightly tremble and your vision was blurring around the edges, the tears were coming. Distracted by your anxious state you didn’t pay attention to Hopper and his actions. All you felt was the slight shift in the air from his movement, heard the chair move and his feet taking steps. Then you felt his hands on your upper arms moving you into a standing position, and then he pulled you into a hug. It took you by surprise for a moment, but then your arms moved into action and you wrapped them around Hopper’s waist, and just lightly, barely anything, you clenched some of his uniform into your fingers and held on.

One hand moved to the back of your head to keep you pressed against his chest and the other was resting high on your back and was moving between your shoulder blades in a comforting motion. You felt the hard pressure of his chin soon resting on the crown of your head. The tears kept slipping from your closed eyes, but it wasn’t because of your nightmares. No, it was because, for the first time, you felt like you had a father. The only time Lonnie ever touched you was to give you an undeserving beating, whether it was because of a stupid accident or cause he was drunk, he never even gave you even one hug you could remember.

Hopper, a man who mostly kept to himself, a man who somehow became a welcoming presence in your life, and a man who could have just ignored your paranoid and tired behavior. Hopper was someone who was comforting you because he knew you trusted him and just needed someone to listen and just be there for you.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.”

He whispered these kind reassurances into your hair and with each one spoken, you lessened in your shaking and your tears were drying. Soon when all you had was tear streaks and a few hiccups escaping from your mouth you loosened in the holding of Hopper’s arms. He moved his hands back to your upper arms and leaned back to look you in the face.

“Thanks, Hopper, I really needed that.”

He gave you a reassuring smile and rubbed his thumbs over your clothed arms, “anytime kid.”

“I’m here for you whenever you need me.”

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