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cicimunson · 2 years

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How Steve Got His Groove Back

Summary: Season 3 Steve has lost his mojo, but with a little help from you, he might get it back.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Female Reader

Other Characters: Robin Buckley, random girls at the mall

Warnings: Reader is insecure, Steve is insecure, a whole lotta dirty smut in this one, reader is kinda bullied.

Word Count: 3k+

Part 2

“Ahoy ladies, didn’t see you there!”

You almost jump back, startled by the loud voice of the man behind the counter.

The girls in front of you exchange amused glances.

He continues. “Would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of my flavor with me? I’ll be your captain, I’m Steve Harrington.”

You feel second-hand embarrassment for the guy. Sure, he’s cute, but cute doesn’t make up for that ridiculous outfit he’s wearing or how awkward he is.

The girls walk away laughing and you step up to the counter. “Is Robin here?”

He nods and jerks his thumb to the back.

You can’t help but notice that he doesn’t try any of his cheesy lines on you.

Probably not his type, those girls were thin and gorgeous.

You duck into the backroom.

“Robin, who’s the hot dingus working up front?”

She snorts. “Steve Harrington, former king of Hawkins High.”

“Wow, how the mighty have fallen.”

The windows to the front pop open and Steve sticks his head in.

“I can hear you, you know.”

You and Robin laugh. “Oh, we know.”

“Thanks for calling me hot, by the way.” He offers you his hand.

“Hey, I just call it like I see it. If you look past the sailor suit and the general awkwardness surrounding you, you’re pretty good-looking.” You shake his hand. “Y/N.”

“Steve.”

“So I’ve heard.” You turn back to Robin. “We still hanging out after your shift?”

She nods. “Definitely. I need pizza and horror movies, stat.”

You glance over at Steve. “You can come too, dreamboat, if you don’t have a hot date or anything.”

Robin snorts.

Steve tries to look casual and fails miserably, propping on his elbow and almost hitting his head on the counter when it slips.

“Um, yeah, sure, I can move around my plans.”

“Don’t do us any favors.” Robin mumbles under her breath.

You wait until Steve is out of earshot to give her a scolding look. “Robin, be nice. I feel bad for him. He’s obviously lost his mojo.”

You gesture to her erase board. “That him striking out?”

She nods and giggles. “He’s flopped every time.”

You turn and watch him trying to flirt with yet another customer, dropping her change and almost spilling her sundae.

“What’s wrong with him?” You ask under your breath.

“His girlfriend dumped him and he’s having a breakdown.” Robin replies.

“That explains it.”

“I’ll meet you out front in a bit, okay?”

You nod and gesture toward Steve. “Don’t forget to bring dingus.”

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A few hours later you’re all sprawled in your living room, the Exorcist playing while you eat junk food and gossip. Robin is piled up on blankets and pillows on the floor, you’re laying on the couch, and Steve is sitting by your feet.

Robin starts to nod off halfway through the movie.

You take the opportunity to talk to Steve a little more.

You find out that you have similar taste in music and movies. To your surprise, the two of you talk for almost three hours straight, never running out of things to say.

“So, today was interesting, watching you crash and burn repeatedly. Like a train wreck, you just can’t look away.” You tease.

He scowls. “I’m a little off my game lately is all. I’ll make a comeback.”

“Not in that sailor outfit you won’t.” You giggle.

“It’s definitely not doing me any favors. Neither is the fact that I stink of loser.”

“Hmm?”

He sighs. “I didn’t get into college. My dad forced me to take this job. On top of that my girlfriend broke up with me for this dude I thought was a loser but turns out he’s actually okay, which makes me the jackass, I guess.”

“Sounds like it might.” You admit.

“Yeah, well, it’s been a tough year.” He rubs his face with both hands.

“You know what your problem is?” You ask.

“My life is a disaster?”

“Well yeah, but besides that. Your problem is that you actually believe what you’re saying. And you’re projecting it.”

He cocks his head to the side, looking confused. “Speak English.”

“You think you’re a loser, so you’re acting like a loser, and that’s all people can see.”

“Well how am I supposed to fix that?”

“Long-term? Therapy. Talk to you dad. Improve your thinking process.”

He grimaces. “Short-term?”

“Get laid. It’ll boost your confidence and you’ll feel better. People can tell when you haven’t had sex in awhile. It’s like a pheromone or something.”

He seems to be mulling over what you said.

You turn your attention back to the TV.

After a minute or so, you feel his hand on your leg.

You glance over at him.

“Do you wanna fuck me maybe?” He asks so casually, like he’s asking to borrow a pen.

“Oh, you’re funny. That sense of humor could work in your favor.”

“I’m being serious.”

You sit up to stare at him.

He shrugs. “I’m just saying. We could fuck.”

“I’m not really your type, Steve. Not sure how I would help your confidence. And I barely know you.”

He looks confused. “Not my type? Hot is my type. And who says we have to know each other to have sex?”

“My point still stands.”

“You don’t think you’re hot?”

“Not particularly.”

“Why not?”

You gesture to your body. “Not exactly the type of the girl you were flirting with at the mall.”

“I don’t have a specific type. I think lots of girls are hot.”

“Could have fooled me.”

He takes your hand and tugs you close, placing your fingers over his crotch.

“I’m hard as a rock just thinking about fucking you. You say I need to be more confident, right? Sounds like you need to take your own advice.”

You bite your lip and glance over at Robin, who’s snoring peacefully.

Am I really thinking about fucking him?

Steve squeezes your hand, making you grip his length. He moans slightly and flexes his hips. It’s so fucking sexy your breath catches.

Yeah, I’m gonna fuck him.

“Upstairs.” You take his hand and lead him to your room.

Steve wastes no time getting naked, clearly confident about his body. His lips crash into yours and he unbuttons your shirt, pushing it off your shoulders.

You both maneuver toward the bed and he reaches behind you, unhooking your bra with one hand effortlessly.

“Fuck, your tits look incredible.” He latches on to your nipple greedily.

You moan softly and tangle a hand in his hair.

He unbutton your pants and shoves them down, wasting no time sliding a hand into your panties and easing a finger inside you.

“You on birth control?”

“Mhm, pill.”

His lips fasten on the side of your neck. “Can I mark you?”

“Robin will see in the morning.”

“You embarrassed for people to know about this?”

“I just mean she might get upset that we snuck off to have sex.”

“Guess that’s a good point.” He looks disappointed.

Ugh, tugging on my damn heartstrings with that pouty face.

“Fuck it, mark me up.”

He grins happily and you giggle.

Your giggle turns into a low moan as he nips your skin and then starts sucking a red splotch.

“Mmm, feels good.”

He starts pumping his finger inside you. He twists his wrist slightly and uses his thumb to press on your clit.

“Ohhh, fuck.” You whimper.

“Wanna taste you.”

He starts kissing down your chest.

You pull his head back up. “No, it’s cool.”

“I want to.”

“Let me taste you instead.” You offer

You roll him on his back before he can protest. You don’t know how to explain that you don’t want him kissing down your belly because it’s not flat and has stretch marks. You don’t know how to say that you worry because you’re a bigger girl, you sweat down there more than other girls and he won’t like the way you taste.

He fists your hair as you take him into your mouth. “Fuck, Y/N, you look gorgeous with your lips around my cock.”

You lick up and down his shaft. Steve pushes your head down a little further.

“Suck on my balls, please.” His voice is almost a whimper.

You take one in your mouth and suck. His fingers tighten in your hair, pulling almost to the point of pain. You raise your head and take him back in your mouth.

Steve has to fight the urge not to hold you still and fuck your face. He’s never been so horny in his life. Your fucking curves, your thick thighs, how soft and pliant you are, it’s driving him fucking wild.

He pulls you off his dick and up the bed to give you a sloppy kiss, squeezing your thighs. “Wanna ride me?”

“Um, I don’t think so.”

He cock his head to the side and studies your face. “Do you want to stop?”

“No, I’m good to keep going. Did you want to stop?”

“Hell no. I’m about to bust.” He admits. He tugs your panties off and pulls you so that you’re straddling him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You murmur, a weak protest as you feel his cock rub against your pussy lips.

“Oh, you wanna be rough?”

This dingus.

“I mean, it’s not my usual style, but if you want to like spank me or something-”

“Jesus, Steve, I meant that I don’t want to crush you!” You squeak, blushing.

“Oh, my bad. I thought you were like, into something kinky. Wait, crush me?”

He grabs your waist and rolls his hips into you. “I can handle anything you wanna throw at me, babygirl.”

“I just meant-”

He rolls you on to your back.

“Enough. Let me tell you what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna eat your pussy like it’s my last meal on earth. And when I’m satisfied with my meal, you’re gonna ride my dick like a good girl.”

You feel yourself getting wetter from his words.

“Enough putting yourself down. When I offered to fuck you, I knew exactly what I was getting into. I want you, got it?”

You nod.

“Say yes if you want this.”

“Yes, yes, I want this.”

“Now, wrap those thighs around my head and let me eat.”

He dives between your legs and starts lapping at your cunt greedily. You gasp.

His hands slide under your legs, urging them over his shoulders.

“Fuck, baby, so wet. All this, for me?”

He mumbles between your thighs, his tongue flicking over your clit. He sucks it hard, making you buck your hips and groan. His mouth moves further down, and he shoves his tongue into your pussy, fucking your hole.

“Oh God, Steve, that’s so good. Fuck, so good!”

He rubs your clit with his fingers, his tongue swirling inside you.

Oh Jesus this man is a sex wizard. Those girls don’t know what they’re missing.

He takes his other hand and presses down on your lower belly. A jolt flashes through your body and you arch your back off the bed, fisting the sheets beneath you as you fight the urge to scream out in pleasure.

He uses the hand on your stomach to hold you still as you become a writhing panting mess beneath his skilled mouth.

You blink away tears as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had racks your body, leaving you breathless and whimpering.

Steve is falling apart between your legs. Your little moans, the way you taste, how responsive you are, it’s enough to make him insane. He’s whimpering himself, and rubbing his cock against your mattress, desperate for any friction as his precum leaks out on your sheets.

He wants you to cum again. He wants to taste you a little longer. His face being buried in your cunt is his favorite place in the world now, he decides, and he wants to make the most of it while he’s here.

He sucks your clit again, sliding two fingers inside you easily.

You gasp and roll your hips. “Steve, oh fuck, you’re still going?”

He mumbles against your clit and it sends pleasure shooting through you. His fingers pump inside you expertly, knowing exactly how to bend and where to press to send you flying over the edge again. It’s more intense this time, and you have to clap your hand over your mouth to keep from yelling as you cum for the second time. It feels like an out-of-body experience.

You start to come down from you high and realize that Steve is still eating your pussy. You whimper from how sensitive your clit is and gently push his head away.

He looks up at you with lust-blown pupils, his lips and chin wet. He looks fucking feral.

There he is. He’s got it now.

He grabs your waist and flips you on top of him effortlessly, slapping your ass.

You barely have time to get your balance before he’s pushing himself inside you. You slap your hands on his chest and groan as he wastes no time bottoming out in you.

“Fucking ride me, baby. Ride my cock.” He hisses through clenched teeth. “Let me see those tits bounce.”

You start at a slow pace but Steve isn’t having it. He sits up slightly, locks an arm around you, and drives his hips up into you.

“Harder.” He grunts in your ear. “Make it hurt a little.”

You rake your nails down his back and clench your pussy muscles around him.

He sinks his teeth into your tit, groaning your name against your skin.

“Fuck, Steve, don’t stop.”

He looks up at you, pouty pink lips begging to be kissed. You press your lips to his, locking into a heated kiss that leaves you breathless.

“Need this.” He mumbles against your mouth. “Need you.”

You moan. Something shifts between you. You aren’t sure when or how it happens, but you’re suddenly kissing him softly, his thrusts slowing down, becoming lazy and gentle.

His lips mold against yours. “Mmm, baby, just like that. Riding me like such a good girl.”

“Such a good girl for you.” You whimper.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He pleads. “Wanna see you fall apart for me.”

His hand slips between the two of you and he rubs your clit.

You feel your body start to tighten again. You clench around him, burying your face in his shoulder. He grasps your chin and pulls your face up.

“No, baby. Wanna see it. Wanna watch you cum.”

“Please….Steve…so close.” Your thighs burn from riding him. You wanna stop but you speed up instead, chasing that third orgasm. Steve speeds up too, falling back into the bed and digging his heels into the mattress to push deeper into you.

You can’t help it. You cry out loudly, almost screaming his name as you cum again. He pulls you down for a kiss to quieten you, capturing your cries with his mouth.

His hips stutter, and he slams into you once more with a hoarse cry of his own, shooting his load deep inside you.

He rolls and tucks you into his side, kissing you once more.

“I may never let you out of this bed.” He murmurs into your hair.

You giggle. “As much fun as that sounds, I think Robin would have an aneurysm if she woke up and found us like this.”

“Yeah, I guess I should probably go. Just tell her I left after the movie.”

You feel a twinge of disappointment but ignore it as you both get dressed and you walk him out.

This was just to help him get his mojo back. It was a one time thing. Don’t read into it, don’t dwell on it.

He kisses your cheek. “I’ll see you.”

“See ya.” You echo. He’s out the door. You curl up on the couch and fall asleep almost instantly.

__________

You’re back at the mall a few days later, feeling nervous as you head into Scoops. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Steve. You were a little worried about seeing him today.

He’s standing by the counter, talking to some gorgeous blonde girl who looks like she’s never eaten ice cream a day in her life. You glance around for Robin. Assuming she’s in the back, you duck behind the counter.

Steve notices you out of the corner of his eye and stops mid-sentence.

“Y/N, hey!” He calls out, waving to you.

You wave back, plastering a friendly smile on your face.

He pats the blonde on the shoulder and hurries over to you.

“Haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“Mhm.”

“It is weird if I say I missed you?” He blushes.

You ignore his question and gesture to the girl. “Looks like you got your mojo back.”

“Yeah, all thanks to you. You’re the best.” He kisses your cheek.

No, I’m a fucking idiot.

Robin sticks her head out the window to the back. She takes one glance at your expression and instantly knows what’s going on. You hadn’t said anything, but she’d seen the hickeys on your neck and the stains on your sheets and instantly put two-and-two together.

“Well I won’t keep you from your blonde friend, will you let Robin know I’m waiting outside?”

He nods. “Do you want some ice cream before you go?”

You start to shake your head.

“Of course she does.” The blonde mutters.

Oh, what a bitch.

To your surprise, Steve levels a stare at her and cocks an eyebrow.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She looks flustered. “I mean, who doesn’t want ice cream? It’s so good.”

You cross your arms and glare at her. “I’m sure that’s what you meant.”

She rolls her eyes and turns back to Steve, smiling coyly. “So did you want my number?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’ll pass, thanks.”

Her mouth drops open. “Really?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, really.”

She stalks off.

Steve turns back to you. “So, movie night tonight?”

“You didn’t have to do that, Steve. I wouldn’t have cared if you got her number.”

“Rude isn’t my type.”

“I’m rude.”

“I made an exception for you.” He winks.

You can’t help but giggle.

“So, tonight?” He asks hopefully.

“Movie night sounds great, actually. Robin, you in?”

She shakes her head. “No thanks, I have plans. But you two have fun.”

Steve turns out of Robin’s line of sight and wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Oh, we will.”

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catslvrr · 5 months

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heaven sent — 08. the apartment

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It was raining again the next day, but there was no Danielle. You sat there, for an hour or so, hoping that she would eventually show up. You soon gave up and went back to sleep so you wouldn’t have to feel the dull ache in your heart.

It was six in the evening when you woke up again, thanks to Minji.

“Bro,” she knocked on the door. “You alive?”

“Yeah,” you answered groggily.

“I made some noodles for you.”

“I’ll be out in a sec.” You groaned as you rolled out of bed, ruffling your hair as you made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Despite your constant bickering, you were grateful for Minji’s presence in your life. You had grown somewhat fond of her, as much as you hated to admit it, and you both found yourselves confiding in each other late at night after opening a few bottles of soju.

“You look like shit,” was what Minji said when you plopped yourself on the couch. You chose to ignore the comment, stuffing your mouth with noodles instead.

She scrolled on Twitter as you ate, glancing at you in concern every now and then.

“You good?”

You wiped your mouth with a tissue. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“How long have we been roommates, bro? You only sleep in this late when…” She trailed off.

Again, you didn’t respond, just continuing to eat.

She pressed on. “Did you fail that essay? Or did your dad call? Is it girl problems?”

Your hand holding the chopsticks twitched for half a second, but that’s all it took for her to realize.

“So it’s girl problems!” Minji threw an arm over your shoulder, to which you cringed in disgust. “Bro, talk to me. I’m practically the love expert around here.”

You peeled her arm off you. “Love expert my ass. You’ve been single your whole life.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but you quickly shut her down. “That one online situationship on Twitter doesn’t count.”

“Okay,” she huffed. “I might not have much experience, but sometimes it might help to get a different perspective.”

“Wow,” you said dryly. “You actually said something that made sense for once.”

“Enough about me. Tell me what’s troubling my favorite couple.”

Well, she’s actually not my girlfriend. She’s a messenger of God. And we kissed. But she kinda just disappeared after that.

“Um,” you cleared your throat awkwardly, trying to think of a believable lie. “I want her to move in with me, but she says she can’t leave, um, Australia.”

Nice.

“Damn,” she whistled. “So it’s serious serious. I thought it was like a petty little argument.”

You rubbed your face tiredly. “Yeah, no.”

“I get it, bro. Long distance relationships are hard. But you guys are both still young.” She slapped your back.

“She’s already made an effort to fly all the way here to spend these few weeks with you. I think you should just make the most of your time together, and consider the serious stuff when you’re both more financially stable.”

“Wow,” was all you could say. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

Minji puffed her chest in pride. “Love expert, baby!”

You rolled your eyes, but let her advice sink in.

When, or if, she comes back, I apologize and hope things go back to normal. Surely we can still have a fun time and ignore the tension.

“Thanks, bro,” you mumbled.

“You can thank me by making it up to her.” Minji snatched your chopsticks and proceeded to finish off your noodles, which was your form of payment for her advice.

“I don’t even know how to do that.”

She pursed her lips in thought. “What about finishing that song?”

“What song?”

“The song that you had on repeat in your sleep. I literally had to barge into your room and turn it off.”

“Oh. That song.”

She paused. “It’s been a while since I saw you making music, bro. I’m glad that you’re back.”

You managed out a small smile. “Thanks.”

“It’s just an instrumental right? Why don’t you write some lyrics and a melody for it? You’re literally Shakespeare’s daughter. Just write down cheesy shit and sweep her off her feet.”

“Sure,” you deadpanned. “Like it’s that easy.”

“Everything is easy when it comes to love,” she teased, to which you punched her arm.

“I’ve heard enough,” you said, going to your room.

You sat in your chair, uncapping a pen and twirling it as you listened to your old voice notes. Most of them were only about two to four bars long, melodies that randomly popped into your head and resonated with you enough to keep them. Once you found one you liked enough, you knew you could start.

Music composition was a repetitive process. You would play the instrumental for a few bars, freestyle a melody with random words, and keep it if worked. If it worked, you’d polish the lyrics for it, and move on to the next bar. If it didn’t, you would just click play again and try a completely different melody. If you were lucky, sometimes the melody and lyrics would come rolling off your tongue for a whole verse.

You weren’t a singer by any means, but you had created a few demos here and there. As you listened to your first draft, you sank back in your seat and frowned. It felt so empty with just your voice.

You thought about Danielle, and you thought about her stupidly singing to Frozen. You wondered how she would sound singing the song. And so, you spent the rest of the night layering the melody with harmonies with her at the forefront of your mind.

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shadowxamyweek · 7 months

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How do you guys feel about Silver being your son? I mean, Shadow lives forever, so I could definitely see Shadow having Silver. And then Silver could inherit his kindness and naivety from Amy...

But overall, what are YOUR opinions on that thought? And do you think Amy would be a "Momma Bear"?

Amy: It's weird- you're not the first person to ask about that here. Hope you don't mind that we just sort of, you know, address this all at once. Shadow: ...Silver is from 200 years in the future. Amy: That's the thing you respond with? Shadow: It- it's the most logical and irrefutable piece of evidence we have! Amy: Shadow, if time travel is real, then it doesn't matter where we think he's from. For all we know, he could be from 1,000 years in the future, 2,000 years in the past, or from present day. 200 years ahead of our time is just where he calls home and where he says he's from. Shadow: ... Okay? Amy: So I'm a bit more concerned as to why people think he's *our* child. *Ours*. Shadow: ... (⊙_⊙) Amy: Yeah, okay, now you get it. Shadow: He... but... what... no... wait... Amy: Wow, alright, you might have broken him. Shadow: (＠_＠);;; Amy: While Shadow processes that, I'll address the rest of what you wrote. We don't actually know for sure if Shadow *will* live forever. Part of the goal Robotnik had, based on what we've been able to find and what Shadow has been comfortable sharing, was immortality. There's no way to know if that goal has been achieved with Shadow. Like, Shadow's been through a lot, the fall to Earth from the ARK being one of them, don't get me wrong. *Amy shudders.* Amy: But, not to downplay that, Sonic has been through similar things and has survived. Heck, look at what we all went through on the Starfall Islands. So to automatically assume that Shadow is going to live forever might not be... might not be correct. I'm not going to lie... I kinda hope that's wrong, just because of, um... how he talked about it... that one time... anyway. *Amy clears her throat* Amy: As to the rest though, I know Rouge has joked that Silver follows Shadow around like a little lost duckling. Heck, I've even noticed Silver starting to act like Shadow sometimes. That's probably because Shadow is weirdly patient with Silver. Like, no matter what happens, Shadow never loses his cool with the guy, answers all his questions, is always willing to help. Shadow is... for all intents and purposes... kinda... you know what nevermind Shadow has absolutely taken up the role of being Silver's dad. Shadow: Σ(O_O) Amy: I mean you have! Shadow: We're practically the same age! ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ) Amy: Doesn't matter. You are absolutely being a dad-friend to Silver. You are his dad in spirit. Shadow: ...(ᓀ ᓀ) Amy: You're not denying it. Shadow: You're implicating yourself in this, you know that. Amy: *How?* Shadow: If I fit the parameters of 'dad-friend,' then you are absolutely his 'mom-friend.' Amy: That- that's not the same! I'm nice to everyone! Shadow: Different types of nice. You are not nice to everyone like you are nice to Silver. Amy: No, wait, come on. No- Shadow: And to their point of 'mama-bear,' do I need to remind you about what happened at the sandwich shop last month? Amy: No... Shadow: The question was rhetorical. Amy: Shadow-! Shadow: Silver picked a meal that would give him pickles, since he loves pickles, and when failed to get any, you took it upon yourself to march up to the counter and not only *ask* for the pickles he was supposed to get, but then *demanded* he get extra! Amy: He wanted pickles! Shadow: I had already given him mine! *Amy points accusingly* Amy: Dad-friend. Dad-friend behavior right there. Shadow: STOP IT!

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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heart made up on you (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: Rooster, instead of thinking his girlfriend is cheating on him, goes, “Who is this punk and why won’t he leave my girlfriend alone?” and then scares him off and then they go home and have jealous sex i mean what anyways that’s it the end goodbye

summary: Some punk pilot flirting with his girlfriend is not going to ruin his relationship. He knows his girl is loyal. Still, he can’t help the jealousy bubbling up in his chest and it has been a while since he’s knocked a pilot down a few pegs, hasn’t it?

part of same mistakes-verse

title comes from heart made up on you by r5

based off of this request

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: swearing, flirting, jealousy, a pilot who can’t keep his hands to himself, allusions to sex, i got so torn between jealous Rooster and Rebel’s an independent woman, brief references to past events in same mistakes-verse but not necessary to understand for reading this

word count: 2,501

The sound of boots on the floor resounded through the mostly empty bar as the jukebox played. The sandy-haired kid looked up at the group of pilots approaching him, a shy smile on his face. Hangman looked to Penny, a smirk on his face. “Hey Pen, who's the fresh meat?”

She returns the smirk, knowing the poor kid is in for a few jabs from the cocky pilot. “New pilot, shipped in this morning as part of the new TOPGUN class. Play nice Hangman.” Hangman took the toothpick from his mouth, turning to her.

“When have I not?” She moved further down the bar to serve your Dad.

“Would you like an itemized list?” She called back and you chuckled softly to yourself.

“So new kid, you got a name?” Phoenix asks, shifting closer to the boy. He shrugged.

“Ben-”

“No, like your callsign. What do they call you?” Hangman asks, toothpick now back in his mouth.

“At- Atlantis.” he stammers out and Phoenix raises an eyebrow.

“I liked new kid better.” Coyote mutters and you nudge him with your elbow, shooting him a look.

“That’s an interesting callsign, Atlantis.” Hangman said, testing the name on his tongue. “You crash your plane into the ocean a lot or something?”

“Uh, no. The lost city of Atlantis is one of my special interests. Annoyed the boys all through flight school with it.” Hangman turned to you now and you looked at him curiously.

“I can’t work with this, kid’s a loser!” Hangman exclaims and you chuckle, shaking your head.

“That’s also what you thought about me.” Bob remarks and you tilted your head in acknowledgement.

“So Atlantis, you play pool?” Phoenix asks. He shakes his head.

“Um, no, not really.” Hangman groaned and turned to Penny, where she was chatting with your Dad.

“Penny, he’s a loser and he doesn’t play pool! How am I supposed to play nice?” You rolled your eyes, pushing Hangman out of the way.

“Okay, that’s enough Hangman.” You stick your hand out. “I’m Rebel. This here’s Hangman, Phoenix and her back seater Bob, and my wingman Coyote.” His eyes widened.

“No chance you two are the infamous ones who got the Gren Vipers shut down?”

“That investigation was confidential.” Coyote said, eyes narrowing. Atlantis shrugs.

“Yeah, but you both know how it is on that base. Everyone talks. Plus, Owl got re-assigned to another squadron there and she let some of the secrets spill at the bar one night.”

“I’m gonna kill her.” Coyote muttered and you turned to him.

“You’ll do no such thing.”

“But-”

“Let it go.”

He sighs and mutters something under his breath. “Anyways, it’s really nice to meet you. Hear the two of you fly together really well.”

“We do. And don’t mind Hangman. He’s like that to everyone. He’s just an asshole in general but he especially loves to pick on the new pilots stationed here.”

“Oh c’mon, I thought we were friends.” You turn around to face him.

“I like you this much Seresin.” You said, holding up your fingers not even half an inch apart. He scoffs.

“Wow, so was this means you’re all part of the Iron Daggers. We- we hear about you guys all the time back on base, they say that-” Phoenix rolls her eyes.

“I’m going to play pool.” She says, grabbing Hangman’s wrist. “This one doesn’t need his ego inflated any more.” You nod as the four head to the back. Hangman’s protesting and you roll your eyes as you sit down across from Atlantis.

“Sorry, was that forward?” You shook your head, smiling at Penny as she slid your. beer.

“Here’s a word of advice kid: Cut the ass-kissing. Hangman might enjoy the attention but it’s not gonna get you anywhere with the pilots or your TOPGUN class.”

“Oh, I wasn’t-” You tilt your head, shooting him a look. He sighs.

“Yeah, okay maybe I was a little.”

“The only people here you need to impress are your instructors and your COs. Getting along with your pilots isn’t a need but you’re not gonna find your place with them running after all the other squadrons. Relax, be yourself, and don’t crash. You’ll figure the rest out.”

“How do you know that?” You shrug.

“I been around the Navy for a while. Struggled through TOPGUN myself. Third in my class. My Dad’s Navy too, something you just pick up.” He nods.

“Thanks. I’m- I’m kind of a loser on my base so to be here it’s-”

“Intimidating? Yeah, I know. Here, why don’t you have another beer? On me.” He nods as you flag Penny down.

“Hey, thanks. Say, you, uh, got any other advice for me?” You tilt your head in thought as Penny come over, grabbing another beer.

“What do you want to know?”

“Hey Rebel, you and your friend gonna come play pol with us or what?” Coyote says as he slides an arm around your shoulder.

“What, are you crazy? I’m not putting him back into Hangman’s line of fire.” Coyote nods.

“Fair.”

“So, are the rumors true? That the two of you are dating?” You snort, shaking your head.

“Nope, just friends.” Coyote says, a wide smile on his face.

“Oh, that’s a shame, the two of you look really nice together.” You glance at Coyote as his eyebrows raise.

“Well, uh, thanks kid, but we’re just friends.” Coyote grabs the four drinks of the table and you shrug his arm off.

“I’ll come play later.” Coyote sighs.

“K, suit yourself.” He walks back to the group as you turn your attention to atlantis, who’s watching him walk away.

“Don’t ‘k’ me!” You call back and he flips you off as he hands two of the beers of to Phoenix and Bob. You chuckle to yourself, shaking your head.

“Still can’t believe the two of you aren’t dating.”

“I can, he’s not my type.” Atlantis’s eyes flit back over to you.

“That’s a shame, you’re pretty. The two of you would look nice together.” You nod your head.

“Uh, thanks kid.” A silence settles over you as you take him in. The alcohol seems to be working as his statures relaxes. “Say, why don’t you tell me about the lost city of Atlantis? Put that knowledge to work.”

He welcomes the noise of the Hard Deck as he trudges his way up to the door. Having to stay late to finish paperwork had not been ideal but at least he hadn’t been alone, Payback and Fanboy having to stay too. Payback opens the door and Rooster scans the bar, clocking the young pilot who’s sitting just a little too close to his girlfriend. In the back, he can see most of his squadron playing pool. Well, except, they’re not really playing. All of them are watching what’s unfolding at bar, Coyote especially looking on with mild amusement. He feels an ugly feeling bubble up in his chest, one that leaves him feeling warm. Ignoring Fanboy, he moves towards you. Your back is turned away from the door, so when his arm wraps around your shoulder, you look up at him in surprise. “Hey baby.” You say as he leans down to kiss you softly. After a moment, the kiss going much longer than publicly appropriate, a cough sounds from behind you. You pull away first. “Mmm, sorry. Rooster, this is Atlantis, one of the new pilots here for the new TOPGUN class.” He nods, taking in the new pilots hanging around the bar. “Atlantis, this is my boyfriend, Rooster.” You send him teasing smile and he knows he’s been caught.

“Nice to meet you.” Atlantis says, extending his hand but Rooster simply eyes it, then taking in the boy. He’s definitely younger, fresh-faced. Got a pair of glasses that sit on his face. If he had to guess, he was probably soft-spoken and shy, not unlike Bob. Except for the fact that he’s been flirting with his girlfriend all night. Payback claps him on the shoulder, a second beer in his hand.

“Bradshaw man, you gonna come play?” He looks to you and you nod.

“Go have fun, I’ll be over later.” He nods, taking the beer from Payback and follows the man and his WSO to the table. Coyote’s looking at him with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Don’t even start with me Coyote.”

“Didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“You know, they’ve been talking for an awfully long while, don’t you think?” Hangman taunts.

“She said she’d be over later.”

“Yeah, she said that two hours ago too.” Coyote says, the smirk not leaving his face. He shrugs, trying to fight down the feeling crawling up that he knows they’re encouraging.

“She can talk to whoever she wants to. I’m the one she’s coming home to every night.” Phoenix sighs and shoots him a look.

Bob huffs out a laugh. “What, you’re telling me you might not even a little bit jealous?” He knows the teasing from Bob is a direct result of hanging out with Phoenix too much. He also knows that Bob isn’t exactly wrong.

“I’m not jealous.” He mumbles, feeling his face go hot. Maverick’s making his way towards them, a shit-eating grin of his own on his face.

“Surprised you’re not doing anything about that back there.” He says, jerking his head towards his girlfriend and the pilot who is definitely mentally undressing her. Rooster shrugs.

“Oh, well why should he? He’s not jealous.” Phoenix says, a grin on her face. Mav raises his eyebrows.

“Is that so? Well, I mean, that’s good for you, but personally, I wouldn’t let that slide.”

“C’mon Rooster, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you knock a pilot around.” Hangman calls.

“Oh, and he’s going in for the subtle hand on the arm maneuver. Good boy.” Fanboy narrates and if looks could kill-

When Rooster looks back, Atlantis does in fact have his hand on her arm. She’s quick to move that arm though, running the hand through her hair and then closing it into a fist, using it to prop up her head.

“See, she’s a big girl, she can take care of herself.” He defends and Coyote eyes him.

“Sure, she could have half the bar on top of that kid if he made one wrong move. But’s she still your girl Rooster.”

“So? She’s not my property or something.” Coyote opens his mouth to shoot back when Fanboy gives a low whistle.

“Oh, going for the kill. Scooting closer now, going for the hand on the thigh.” Maverick clears his throat.

“If you happen to hit him, I could possible pretend to be looking the other way.” The slimy feeling in his chest that he absolutely knows is jealousy is climbing it’s way into his throat now and his grip on his beer bottle tightens as he watches you cross your legs to keep the kid from being able to put his hand on your thigh.

“His hand’s on his shoulder. Oh, he’s totally going for the kill now. I’d say we’re looking at attempted kiss in 2 minutes tops.” He shoots Fanboy a look that could have him buried six feet under as he passes his beer off to Maverick, taking quick strides to his girlfriend.

His hand’s on your shoulder. Great.

“Look Atlantis, you’re a nice kid, but besides the fact that you’re way too young for me, I’ve got a boyfriend. A long-term one. So, um, if we could just-” You said, taking his hand of your shoulder and dropping it. “Not do that, that’d be great.” He scoffs.

“Who needs him? You’re pretty, you could have any of these guys kissing the ground you walk on. You don’t need some washed up has-been.”

“Washed up has been?” Rooster’s voice reaches you and you smirk.

“Respectfully, I’m not in the business of cheating on my boyfriend.” You say as Rooster’s arms slides around your shoulder.

“Why baby? I’m sure I could show you a much better time.” Rooster snorts.

“Yeah, I doubt that.”

“Atlantis, a word of advice, if I may. Don’t make a habit out of flirting with people’s girlfriends. They won’t like that. Stay the nice kid you were at the beginning of the night.” He scoffs.

“You’re the one who told me to relax, to be myself.”

“Well, if this is the true you, I’d hate to fly with your sorry ass.” Rooster says. Atlantis rolls his eyes.

“Damn Rebel, the talk about you does seem to be true, doesn’t it?” You raise an eyebrow. “Doesn’t matter, I don’t want someone who could only place third in their class anyways.”

Rooster’s eyes widen and he draws himself up to his full height. “Alright kid, you know what? That’s enough. you’ve had plenty of time to talk to my girlfriend and now your time’s up. It’s my turn to talk. You’ve got some nerve talking like that, especially to one of the best damn pilots in the Navy. First, you flirt with her, then you put your hands on her knowing she has a boyfriend, and now you’re insulting her because you can’t get what you want? Three strikes, you’re out.” Rooster’s arm leaves your shoulder as he takes another step closer to Atlantis and leans down. “Now, normally, I’d toss you out on your ass myself, but this way’s more fun. See, because this way I get to watch her best friend toss you out on your ass and that kid’s been waiting for his moment all night.” He clears his throat and steps back, arm returning to your shoulder. “Penny my dear?” He calls, tone light. It’s a stark contrast from the dark one he’d bene using just second prior.

She turns to him, a knowing glint in her eye. “What can I do for you Bradshaw?”

“Ring the bell, if you wouldn’t mind? For disrespecting m’lady here.” She chuckles and turns, the bell clanging loudly through the bar. The bar begins to chant as Hangman and Coyote come around to the bar, the widest shit-eating grins on their faces. Coyote leans down as his arm comes around one side of Atlantis.

“If you’re gonna survive here kid, you gotta learn not to mess with the Daggers.”

“Especially not these two.” Hangman finishes and they lift him up as you wave goodbye, a smirk on your face. They make their way to the exist as you turn to look back at your boyfriend. Rooster replaces him in the seat next to you and you shake your head.

“Jealous much?” You ask, your tone full of laughter. He shrugs.

“It’s been a while since I’ve taken a cocky pilot down a few pegs.” You nod, hands sliding up his legs to his waist. They travel up his Hawaiian shirt and you pull yourself off the chair. You lean in, lips hovering over his.

“Don’t worry baby, the only cocky pilot I want is you.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw imagines #bradley rooster bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw fics #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fics #same mistakes

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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An eye on you (Daniel Ricciardo)

Even though your son knows Daniel since he was born, he turns a bit protective over you when you start dating. Fluff.

Note: I love the StepDad trope, really. One of my favorites. Plus, Daniel and kids it's always a go. So...

Daniel was one of those childhood friends you never lose touch with. We had been together since we were 11 or 12 through ups and downs.

He was one of the first friends who came to visit when I gave birth, carrying a huge teddy bear on his arm and telling Michael how to carry the flowers.

He had been stunned when he met Elliot, but gave me a weird look when I told Michael to be his God father. But as Elliot grew up and his dad and I broke up, Daniel and I got closer. Super close, actually. Elliot was 5, almost 6, now and Daniel and I had been dating for months. Not officially yet, but a lot of stuff happened.

Elliot loved Daniel. He loved to do 'crazy' stuff with him. He loved to go Karting with him, to go to his farm, he was good friends with his niece and nephew and loved hikes with Michael and Daniel. So I wasn't worried.

"Hey, Elliot."

"Hey Mum. Look at this. It's Spider-Man" He showed me his drawing.

"Oh wow. It's amazing, honey."

I kissed his head and sat on a chair with him.

"I want to talk about something"

He looked at me.

"Daniel has invited us to his farm to spend the weekend. With his family"

He smiled. Elliot knew Daniel and I were more than friends now. He knew about all the times we had gone out and how special Daniel was for me.

"Will Isaac be there?"

"Um... I don't know, maybe. The thing is that..."

"Daniel is your boyfriend"

I looked at him surprised.

"Well. Yes. Kind of. But you are friends with him, right? You like him"

"I do, yes. He has cool cars and a pool. Will he take me to see the sheep?!"

I smiled.

"Of course he will. You know he loves spending time with you"

"Ok"

Elliot seemed happy when I drove to Daniel's farm. The driver was waiting for us with his parents. He had one of those hats and a huge smile. He loved Elliot so much and was super excited to have us here for the weekend. It was the first time we would go there as a family plan, not as a friends plan.

"Hey buddy!"

Daniel ran to him and helped him unbuckling his belts.

Even though Elliot always was excited around him, today he seemed more serious.

"How was the road?"

"Good" Elliot answered.

Daniel looked at me for a second and I gave him an "I don't know" look. Elliot had been a bit weird recently.

"Okay..."

Daniel greeted me with the biggest hug and a super fast peck on my lips. His parents and my son were there.

"It's everything alright?"

I kissed his cheek.

"I think he just needs some time"

Daniel kissed my forehead.

"I'm happy you are here. Michelle and the kids will come later"

"He already asked about them"

We walked to Elliot, who was standing there and looking shy at Dan's parents.

"Elliot, mate. Come here. I want you to meet my parents."

Elliot took Danny's hand and walked to him while I put our bags out of the car.

I looked at them and saw Grace hugging Elliot with a smile. It made me blush a bit. Daniel already treated Elliot as his. It was so nice to see his parents welcoming us so warmly.

"He is so cute, YN. He has grown so much. You mum always shows me pictures but look at him..."

"Thank you, Grace. He is a little man already." I said hugging her.

Joe and Daniel were already talking with Elliot about going around the farm.

Elliot turned a bit and looked at me.

"Elliot! You wanted to do something with Danny, right?"

"Oh really?" Daniel said with an exaggerated surprise.

"Can we go and see the sheep?"

"Of course we can. Just go with mum and get some comfy clothes. And then we can go."

Elliot nodded eagerly.

Daniel took him everywhere around the farm. When Isaac and Isabelle arrived, he played with my son and his niece and nephew.

Right after dinner, we were all around a little fire. I was cuddled against Daniel's side, seeking for his warmth and keeping an eye on the kids. The three of them were playing on one side, but Elliot was looking at Daniel and me once in a while.

One of those times, he caught Daniel kissing my lips and frowned. He wasn't used to this kind of gesture from Daniel. I feared that he may feel jealous of him, or felt as if I was forgetting about him because now I was dating someone. After all, Daniel was the only serious thing I had after breaking up with his dad.

Elliot stopped playing and looked at his hands for a couple of seconds. Then, he got up and walked in our direction. Standing right in front of us.

"Danny, can I talk to you for a second?"

What?

"Elliot, son. Are you okay?"

"Yes, mum. I just want to talk to Danny"

Daniel looked at me.

"Elliot, really. Is everything okay? Do you need something?" I touched his hair.

"No, mum. I'm good."

"Hey, if the little man wants to talk... You want to go somewhere more private?"

Elliot nodded.

You looked at Daniel. He was truly the best. There wasn't anyone in this world you would chose over him.

Both guys left.

"Danny loves him" Grace said.

"I know. Elliot adores him too. I'm really happy."

"Elliot was a bit shy today, right?" Michelle asked.

"Yes. I don't know, maybe it's because things are changing"

Minutes went by and they didn't come out of the house, so I excused myself and went inside. I was worried. Even though Elliot said he was okay, my mum's instinct made me worry.

I saw light in the living room, but when I heard Elliot's soft voice, I stopped. Half-hidden I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but Daniel and Elliot were sitting in front of each other and they seemed to be having a very serious conversation.

"My mum told me that if you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend you have to love them so so much and take a lot of care of them. And I heard my mum saying once that my dad didn't love her. So if you are going to be my mum's boyfriend and she is going to be your girlfriend you will have to take a lot of care of her. And love her so much because she is super nice and the coolest. And she always takes a lot of care of me and buy me chocolate when I'm sad. And she told me she loves you and that's why she wants to to be her boyfriend and live with us. So I will only let you be her boyfriend if you make a pinky promise to me. Okay? Promise you will take a lot of care of her and love her so so much"

I had tears on my eyes and had to cover my mouth so they wouldn't hear me sob.

"Wow, Elliot. I-I promise, buddy. I really do. Pinky promise. I will take a lot of care of her. Trust me." Daniel threaded his pinky with Elliot's and smiled. "I love her a lot. I have for a while."

"Not more than me"

"How I love your mum is different from how you love her" Daniel said gently.

"But you will take care a lot of care of her, right?"

"Of course I will, buddy."

Elliot nodded and reached his hand to Daniel.

"Okay, treat. But I will keep an eye on you"

I bit my lip smiling. I couldn't really describe how I was feeling.

"Give me a hug, mate" Daniel said.

They hugged hard.

"Are you going to be like my second dad?"

"Um. I don't know. I can be your step dad"

Yes Danny, there is nothing I'd love more.

"Yeah, you are cool. Will you show me how to ride those dirt bikes?"

"Your mum will kill me if I do"

"I will"

"Mum!" Elliot threw his hands to the air. "We were having a secret talk"

"Oh, sorry honey. I just arrived"

He frowned.

Daniel looked at him with a smile and then at me.

"Elliot, go outside with Isaac and Isabelle, okay?"

He nodded and ran past me. Daniel got up and walked to me. I smiled and took a deep breath. He hugged my waist and I circled his neck with my arms.

"Can I?" He whispered.

"Can you what?"

"Be his step dad"

I smiled and kissed him deeply.

"There is nothing I want more, Daniel"

"Really?"

I nodded and touched his nose with mine.

"I love you" He whispered. "And I love Elliot a lot"

He kissed me again.

"You heard him, right? Your son gave me the talk"

I laughed a bit.

"I'm lucky that I have you both" I said looking into his eyes.

"So I am. Step dad is better than godfather" He said smiling.

"Is that so?"

"I can get to do a bunch of adult things with the mum"

I rolled my eyes and hit the back of his head.

"Idiot"

"Privileged"

Later that night, still in front of the fire, Elliot got comfortable between our bodies, his head on Daniel's chest and my arms around the both of them.

"Mum?"

"Yes baby?"

"If Danny is my stepdad now... Can I have a baby brother?"

Daniel looked at me and I heard his mum gasp.

"Well... Do you want one?"

"I do"

Daniel bit his lip.

"We could arrange that, right?" He said looking at me.

"I think we can, yes"

#f1 fic #fluff #stepdad dan is the best #daniel ricciardo #dr #fic #dad!driver

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theshippirate22 · 10 months

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some things said by my mother while watching stranger things out of context (have fun trying to figure out wtf she’s talking about:

-that kid looks like the kind that would steal your shovel in the sandbox

-HEY! it’s my sandbox kid!

-who the hell is noah there’s not a kid named noah

-um is that guy gonna kill him? also why is he so gross.

-like seriously has he heard of a brush. or a shower. or standards of any kind.

-wow it’s a good thing they have a medical level sedatives in the house

-that guy is evil. i know he’s evil. he’s nice. WAIT does he die????

-i can’t believe you let him die

-*awkward laugh* you’re a predator

-is that a. werewolf romance novel. wow that’s the sound of all my respect for you disappearing

-wait does the sandbox kid have teeth

-he’s like WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY KID IS AN EMO

-the greatest villain of all time. a white man who thinks he knows stuff

-i don’t know what Harrington’s problem is. clearly Sanbox is ready to fight in the netherworld. he’s got a hand towel and a snorkel

-i mean, he is a pretty good babysitter

-that guy scares me and also is he drunk

-yeah i’ve been to that mall. i was alive in the 80s remember

-i’m sorry how long have their kids been missing

-okay so his dad hits him. that’s just an explanation not an excuse shut up

-you can tell it’s the 80s because they could afford a BUCKET of meat

-eating all the candy and getting fat? is he you?

-THAT MAN IS TIRED!1!!!1 It has been like four days and he hasn’t slept once and also the only shower he took is when they sprayed him with a literal hose to get off the radioactive gunk. goo, if you will

-Fun daddy/daughter activities in your area! closing the portal to hell

-I TOLD YOU D’ART WAS HIS FRIEND THEYRE 3MUSKETEERS BUT LIKE THERES TWO OF THEM

-I’m planning you a birthday party. and guess what? i did all the planning and made you be born on the same day as the bowlcut kid. we can have an eggo waffle bar

-you know what? The Thing™️ isn’t ugly yet. maybe it’s because he’s a 12 year old but still

-okay great? you tranked him? he’s still gonna be in trouble when he goes home without you

-um that’s not her dad right? why does he care so much

-i don’t know why you like him. he looks like a kicked puppy half the time. what do you mean that’s why you like him? i’m putting you back in therapy

-i’m sorry how old is the kid supposed to be? 17? why did they chose an actor that was a Man™️

-that’s how i felt the first time i took you driving. and i wasn’t even bloody and concussed.

-button up your shirt hotshot you’re embarrassing me

-oh that’s a BAD word

-i know you’re on a LOT of narco right now which is why i’m going to excuse the ten minute rant about the police guy. but can we please unpause it

-dang those officers have seen some STUFF. unfortunately, only the black one has learned from the past. the white one is just a miracle of science that he’s still alive

-SHUT UP ABOUT SEASON 3 WE’RE NOT THERE YET

-is that ted danson?? you love ted danson!!1!!1 wait. it’s not ted danson is it

-they actually can’t just murder people and then make it okay by playing the ghostbusters theme

-is he referencing star wars again?? i’m gonna start copyrighting them just because i’m annoyed

-that thing is kinda cute. oh it’s evil?…. it’s still cute

-what is with this show and spiders?? my heavens

-soooo the jabberwockies are like- wait, what’s it called? oh right demogorgan

-does Sandbox have a name? well he’s my favorite and i’m gonna call him Sandbox anyway

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #billy hargrove #karen wheeler #max mayfield #jim hopper #joyce byers #el hopper #mike wheeler #will byers #lucas sinclair

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adriennebarnes · 1 year

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Hi, I was wondering if you could an Xavier Thorpe x addams!reader fic where there's a Addams family reunion and she's introducing him to everybody

It’s an Addams Family Reunion

Of course I can! Hope you like it, mi vida. My first Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader fanfic

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader

Summary: When Y/N is getting ready for the Addams Family Reunion, Xavier decides to pay her a visit

Warning: probably none

Y/N Addams is Wednesday's younger sister by a year. Much like Morticia, she sees positive things in her visions and has a more optimistic outlook on life. She has been dating Xavier Thorpe for a few months, when the fall semester ended early, Xavier have cellphones to both Addams girls. They are currently FaceTiming each other.

"What are you doing tomorrow, sweetheart?" Xavier asked as he was sketching.

"Well...I have a family reunion this weekend, tomorrow we have family flying out so I gotta make sure the house still has cobwebs and I need to feed Kitty and Cleopatra." Y/N said casually.

"There are more Addams? Who are Kitty and Cleopatra?” Xavier asked.

"Yes, there are a lot of us, and Kitty is our pet lion, Cleopatra is one of my mom’s plants. But I'll be busy tomorrow and the weekend, I'm sorry, pretty boy." Y/N said and she watched Xavier blush.

"It's fine, my love. Does the reunion start on Friday?" Xavier asked

"I think it does, yea. Pugsley is going to be playing with dynamite with our Uncle Fester when he stays in our house. Before you say anything, yes, it's perfectly safe...for us anyway." Y/N said.

"You Addams really are kooky." Xavier stated.

"Wednesday prefers spooky, but I agree. I need to walk Kitty, gotta go, okay." Y/N said.

"Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow." Xavier said and they hung up. There was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Y/N, darling, Can i come in?" Morticia asked.

"Sure mom, come in." Y/N said, putting away her phone.

"Were you talking to your boyfriend? The Thorpe boy?" Morticia asked.

"Yes mom, I've been talking to him. What did you what to talk about?" Y/N asked.

"Is he going to come over? I haven't seen him since Parent's Day.” Morticia said.

“I’m not sure, actually. Does Kitty need a walk?” Y/N asked.

“Your father is already walking Kitty so don’t worry. Tomorrow Cousin Itt and Uncle Fester are coming along with your grandmama, okay.” Morticia said.

“Okay, mom.” Y/N said, when Morticia left the room, Wednesday came in.

“Sister, when was the last time we saw the whole family?” Wednesday asked Y/N.

“It was for Pugsley’s Mazurka 2 years ago. Is the house even big enough to have the family reunion here?” Y/N asked.

“Maybe it is, it would be great to see Uncle Fester again though.” Wednesday said.

“Yeah i know, you’ll see him tomorrow.” Y/N said and with that, Wednesday left Y/N’s room.

Skip to Friday, with Gomez Addams being old money rich, their house was enormous and fit all the relatives. Everyone was sitting down, eating the food that Lurch had prepared for them. Then Y/N heard a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it!” Y/N yelled and when she opened it, she was surprised to see Xavier standing there is nice-ish clothes. “Xavier, I can’t believe you’re here, come in.” Y/N said, stepping aside to allow Xavier to come inside.

“Wow, your place and family are bigger than I thought. And there’s just a lion walking around, cool, no need to be scared at all.” Xavier said nervously.

“Um yeah, my dad makes a lot of investments and deals, he makes a lot of money without even trying, it’s his gift.” Y/N commented offhandedly. “Is it okay if I introduce you to everyone? I don’t want them asking questions.”

“Yeah sure, I can’t believe im meeting your entire family in one day, this is getting serious.” Xavier said.

“Oh yes, very serious, i expect a promise ring next month.” Y/N said teasingly, trying to calm his nerves but it didn’t work. “Im kidding, let’s just go.” Y/N looped her arm with Xavier’s to introduce him to everyone. “Mom, dad, Pugsley, you remember Xavier, right?”

“Oh yes of course, you gave the girls phones, I assume they are on your phone bill.” Gomez said.

“Yes, yes they are, don’t worry Mr. Addams.” Xavier said.

“No need for formalities, hijo, Gomez is fine.” Gomez said.

“Would you like to play with explosives my Uncle Fester gave me?” Pugsley asked Xavier, trying to be friendly.

“Not right now, Pugsley, I have to introduce him to everyone.” Y/N said,

“Maybe after.” Xavier said, making Pugsley smile slightly. Then they went to another family member.

“Cousin Itt, this is my boyfriend Xavier, Xavier, Cousin Itt.” Y/N said.

“Nice to meet you.” Xavier said and Cousin Itt chittered in reply.

“He said nice to meet you too and he likes your hair.” Y/N ‘translated’ for him.

“I like your hair too.” Xavier told Cousin Itt.

“He says thank you, I’ll talk to you later Itt.” Y/N said and then walked away.

“Is he made out of hair or does he just have really long hair?” Xavier asked Y/N.

“I Don’t know how to explain it…he has arms and legs so I guess he just has really long legs.” Y/N said.

“Can you understand him when he talks?” Xavier asked.

“Yes I do, it’s an Addams thing.” Y/N said. She later spots her Grandmama and Uncle Fester, deciding to introduce them to Xavier. “Grandmama, Uncle Fester, this is my boyfriend Xavier.”

“Oh wow, you are so very handsome, and tall too, you bagged a good one, Y/N.” Grandmama said and Y/N looked embarrassed while Xavier laughed a little, feeling flattered.

“Thank you, grandmama.” Xavier said.

“Call me Eudora.” Grandmama said.

“I hear Y/N talk about you a lot, it’s nice to see you in good lighting.” Uncle Fester said.

“Yeah, he was in the Nightshades library when you were there with Wednesday.” Y/N explained to Xavier.

“Oh, It’s nice to out a face to the name then.” Xavier said. Y/N has introduced Xavier to everyone from Ophelia Frump to Dr, Flambe, Uncle Knick Knack, Great Auntie Sloom, Aunt Petunia, and the spirits of Granny and Grandpa Frump (yes I googled the extended Addams Family). “I met everyone, right? Please tell me I met everyone.”

“You met everyone, guapo, trust me, you met everyone. Wednesday is currently dancing with Cousin Lumpy and Monday Jones.” Y/N said, looking at Wednesday dancing with their cousin.

“Do you want to dance?” Xavier asked.

“Really? Right now?” Y/N asked,

“Consider it…a do over from the Rave’N.” Xavier said, having his hand out for Y/N to take it. She took it and began to dance to the harpsichord that Lurch was playing.

“Thank you for coming to the reunion, you didn’t have to.” Y/N said.

“You were busy yesterday so I figured why not come over today. Is it okay if I sleep over though? That way I can get on your family’s good side.” Xavier said.

“Why would you need to be on their good side?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t know about you, but I see this relationship lasting at least a year, maybe more.” Xavier commented.

“You do, huh? Well…what if I told you the same thing? That I can see our relationship lasting i graduate from Nevermore. What would you say?” Y/N asked Xavier. Xavier made a pensive face, spun Y/N out, then spun her back towards him.

“I would say that’s great, because I love you.” Xavier said. It’s the first time he said it too.

“I love you too, Xavier.” Y/N said, and they leaned in to kiss each other.

“My life has become so much better since you and Wednesday started Nevermore.” Xavier commented.

“Even after Wednesday accused you of being the Hyde and getting you arrested?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, even then, because you were by my side every step of the way, I liked that you visited me in the police station.” Xavier said.

“Of course, I wasn’t going to let my boyfriend go through such a tough time alone.” Y/N said, kissing his cheek.“My life has also become better since I met you.”

“I think I should go play with Pugsley’s new explosives. Hey Pugsley, I’m ready to play now.” Xavier shouted when he saw Pugsley playing outside. So now Xavier and Pugsley are both outside playing with the explosives Uncle Fester got him and Y/N was just watching them have fun. She then felt a presence near her.

“You really like him, do you?” Wednesday asked.

“I love him. We love each other actually.” Y/N said.

“And he met the entire family, he didn’t faint when he saw Kitty, I was hoping he did though. He handled our family really well, I must say.” Wednesday commented. “He could definitely be an Addams.” Wednesday said.

“Yeah, I think he could be an Addams too.” Y/N commented, looking at how Pugsley hugged Xavier after blowing up something with his hand grenade.

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thrope imagine #xavier thorpe #percy hynes white #the addams family #wednesday

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Chapter 6

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☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

Jacob drove them to a pizza place in Port Angeles. They walk in the restaurant and get seated in a booth. They order their drinks and a pepperoni pizza.

“So y/n how was your life back in Chicago” Jacob asked starting up a convo.

“I lived in a neighborhood just outside of the city. Even tho it would get loud I loved being able to walk around everywhere. My neighbors/closet friends, Diego and Amber, we would always walk to 711 or just around the city late at night. Once at a sleepover we got high and just spent hours roaming around the city. We got lost at some point but we ended up finding the best taco truck.” y/n explained.

“How ‘bout you? Tell me about La Push ” She said

“Well the rez is quiet unlike the city. Not much goes around just wolves here and there” he says with a small laugh

“Wait is there wolfs here??” she asked

“Um yea in a way” Jacob said with a nervous grin

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked

Jacob knew he wasn’t allowed to tell her, but something inside felt like he could trust her. He only knew y/n for not even 48 hours but he knew like she would be around forever .It wouldn’t be easy telling someone about humans turning into werewolves.

“Okay, the Quiluetes have some tribal stories where we are descents from Wolfs. We would shift to them when we would feel our enemies presence in our blood. Apparently our body temperature rises to unhumanly highs.” Jacob explained

They never said he couldn’t tell tribal “stories”

“Wow. Do you know anybody who shifted? Who are your enemies?” She asked him eagerly

“Y/n these are just myths. My dad he’s a council member,they share these stories when we have meetings. No harm just fun little stories.” He said

“Oh, that would be cool tho. Would you want to ‘wolf out’” y/n asked Jacob.

“Um yea it would be nice, but a down side is when you do your clothes are ripped off and you have to always have a pair of clothes hidden somewhere. Also there’s a thing called imprinting- ” but before he could explain what it was the server comes with their food.

“Here’s your pizza, is there anything else I can get you?” He asked y/n. He had mischief in his eyes, pink creeping up on his cheeks and a smirk plastered.

“Um no thanks…” Y/n said giving him a confused yet disgusted look

“Well my name is Will, holler if you need anything.” He said with a wink and walked away.

“Okay I may be young but I know hes trying get in your pants.” Jake said

“Jake! Obviously but I don’t know that’s so embarrassing…” she said

“Oh wait maybe if you flirt back you can get is a free desert!!!” He told her

“Omg should I try it?”

“Yes their lava cakes are soo good you gotta try them!”

“Alright later but let’s dig in.”

Jacob was somewhat relived he didn’t have to finishing explaining what imprinting was to her. It’s a beautiful thing but explaining it to a girl would feel a little awkward.

An hour passed and they successfully walked out with a free desert but unfortunately with a phone number. Y/n threw it in her cup holder and started her car.

“Alright it 4:12, wanna do something els?” Y/n asked Jacob

“Let’s go this bookstore. I’ll give you the directions.” Jacob said

“Okay let’s go, I’ve been meaning to visit the library but too lazy”

Jacob had a plan. He can’t tell her the truth but like they say the truth will always come out.

They soon arrived to the book store. They walked in and started browsing.

“I really wanna get looking for Alaska and Peace like a river” she said while she looks through the fiction section

Jacob goes on his own and looks through the Native American history’s section. He picks up a book about the Quileute history and picks up a random book to making sure his plan works out. After y/n finds her books they both check and leave.

Y/n dropped off Jacob home and she then stopped by the store on her way home. She picked up a few of her favorite snacks for tonights movie marathon. Once she got home she put her new books away did her nightly routine. She got into some comfortable pjs and picked a movie out her family’s DVD collection to finish off the day.

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#bella swan #edward cullen #jacob black #team edward #team jacob #twilight #twilight saga #fanfic #paul lahote #embry call #paul lahote x reader #slow burn #quileute

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STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER EIGHT

May 13, 1984

"So, do I need to give you money to go dress shopping?" I looked at dad confused, "what?" I asked. "Prom. Isn't prom coming up this weekend?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. If it is I'm not going so no, you don't need to give me money for a dress." I set my bowl in the sink, washed it and set it in the dish rack. "Nobody's asked you?" He asked, concerned.

"Um…no. Dad, I don't have friends and I don't like any boys. It's not that big of a deal." He nodded his head and looked down. "Okay. It's just…it's a big night. You might look back and regret not going. Maybe Eddie will ask you." I raised my eyebrow and squinted at him. "You hate Eddie. And I don't want to go to prom. Especially with fucking Eddie."

"I don't hate him. I just strongly dislike him. I mean you guys are friends still, right? You still tutor him and what not." I shrugged and walked around the counter. "Okay, that's it! You haven't been yourself since I got home on Sunday night. What happened?" He stopped me from walking any further. "Nothing happened, dad. I need to finish getti g ready for school." He moved in front of me and looked down at me.

"What did Eddie do?" He asked in a dangerously low voice. "Did he…did he try to…" I cut him off by holding my hand up. "No! God no! It's stupid and I shouldn't even be upset about it," I said. He didn't say anything, just waited for me to continue. "He stood me up. He never showed up to pick me up for his gig at the hideout or dinner. Turns out it was because while he was out doing errands before he had to come back to pick me up he met a girl. He met a girl and forgot about me."

"Oh, sweetheart." He pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. "Why don't I take you to school today. I know kids haven't been nice to you. I've gotten calls from the principal about some things teachers have heard and noticed." My eyes widened. "What! So, you have teachers spying on me?"

He shook his head, "no! When we first got here I wasn't sure if you would tell anyone or if anyone would find out who I am. I have been trying to keep a low profile for you! But just in case I asked for the principal to keep an eye out. The last thing I need is for my daughter to be bullied or taken advantage of! To be honest I regret putting you in public school. You're fucking miserable."

"Dad, it's fine, okay? It's not that bad," I said. "There's a girl there who calls you poor. Misty Everton. I know her father Phil. Real fucking douchebag. He used to try and get under my skin all the time. Her mother isn't any better. Stuck up cunt." My mouth dropped open and then I laughed. "Dad!" He shrugged and laughed along. "It's true! So, come on, let me take you to school. Who cares if everyone knows your dad is a famous rock star? This is your last year and you'll never have to see them again!"

"We'll take the new car. How about that?" Dad asked. While he was in California he decided to buy a new car. A red 1984 Ferrari 288 GTO to be exact. The man was flashy and proud to show that he made it when everyone told him he wouldn't. "Sure, dad. Let's wow everyone at Hawkins High." I rolled my eyes and got into the car. I could feel the nervousness and anxiety swirling in my gut.

And as I expected everyone stopped when he pulled up in front of the school. I took a deep breath and watched as everyone started to get closer. People were pointing and talking. I didn't even realize dad had gotten out of the car until my door opened. I got out and he smiled at me.

"You win." I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Have a good day, little viper. I'll pick you up after school." He kissed my forehead and waved to the kids looking at him in shock as he walked back around the car and left. I watched until I couldn't see him anymore before turning around and walking into the school.

I was standing at my locker when someone came up and leaned on the lockers beside mine. "Jax Hexley is your dad?" I looked over to see Billy Hargrove. "Yes," I answered simply. "I thought you looked familiar. Not very many pictures of you in magazines with him but there are a few. I knew you were the only other kid from California in this shitty ass school but damn, princess. You really want to go out with a bam, huh?" He smirked and looked me up and down. "It's not going to happen, Hargrove. You can take me off your list of girls to fuck before graduation."

The day went on with people coming up to me and trying to talk to me. It was all: "oh, my god, your dad's a rockstar?! That's so cool!" And "we should totally go shopping for prom together." Or "Hey baby, how about you let me take you out tonight." I was glad when the end of the day came. I stood at my locker, grabbing anything I needed to take home.

I gasped when a hand holding a black rose appeared in front of me. Then a body was pressed against my back and a chin laid on my shoulder. "Go to prom with me?" I spun around to see Eddie with a shy smile on his face. "What?" I asked. "Prom. You know it's an overrated high school tradition. People dress up and dance then leave and get drunk and have sex in a shitty motel or the back seat of a car at makeout point."

"You want to go to prom?" I asked, turning back around. Again he pressed his chest against my back, chin on my shoulder, and arm around my waist, and held the rose in front of me. "If it's with you, yes. I'm sorry I was a fucking dick and stood you because of some chick I'll never see again," he said. "That rose is black." He chuckled and hummed. "I thought it fit our style a little better than a red one."

"So, what do you say? Give me a second chance. Hell, we don't need to stay the whole night. We can go for an hour and slowly destroy people's nights. Expose some cheaters. Then we can get the fuck out of there before shit really hits the fan. Go grab some burgers and shakes, go to that spot I wanted to take you." I slowly took the rose from his ring clad fingers.

"You're all I can think about lately," he whispered. I felt my heart flutter and cleared my throat. "I'll think about it." I shut my locker and walked down the hall. "Well, don't take too long! It's this Saturday!" A smile slowly made its way onto my face as I walked out of the school and got on the back of the bike my dad decided to pick me up on.

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capricornmuffins · 11 months

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Majorly in need of Kendall’s improved and sweet birthday please!! 👀🎂❤️

Anything for you, lovely!! Thank you for the inspo as always! ❤️❤️ this is fluffy and also a little angsty because ken and Rava are separated at this point in the timeline and I have no self control. I’m sorry this got so long!

Summary: A happier birthday for Kendall. Set a few months before the pilot.

Some smuttiness under the cut also!

Anyway, Don’t Be a Stranger

“Hey!” Her warm smile greets him when he answers the FaceTime. “Happy birthday, grandpa.”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, unfastening the tie he put on. Too stuffy. “Thanks. 39–fucking prehistoric.”

“Did you get your AARP brochure yet? Or is that the big 4-0?”

“Uh huh. Laugh it up. You’re next.”

“Hey, I still have 4 months to go, so. You’ll always be old first.”

“Oh, that’s nice. You uh—you better have a great present for me. To make up for this fucking harassment on my birthday.”

“Who said I’m getting you a present?” She asks, brow raised.

He huffs a laugh. It’s too easy to fall back into their usual banter—he never knows quite where to draw a line.

“What are the kids doing?”

“Getting ready for school, but they want to say hi—hey, guys? Daddy’s on the phone.”

“Happy birthday daddy!” Sophie practically screeches on the other end. Her crooked smile makes Kendall’s heart constrict. She grows every time he sees her—which is admittedly less these days. He’s burning the candle at both ends, getting ready to take up the mantle at Waystar.

Only a few more months to go til Dad’s 80th. The final countdown.

“Thanks, baby girl. You pick your dress out today?”

“Yes! It’s my new one from Auntie Shiv.” She hands the phone back to Rava so she can do a twirl.

“Wow, look at you! Auntie Shiv picked out a beauty. You look great, sweetie. What’s Ivey doing?”

“He’s here—he wants to say hi,” Sophie passes the phone to Iverson.

His baby boy. His son. His legacy.

“Hey buddy!”

“Hi daddy,” Iverson waves, pushing his too-big glasses up the bridge of his nose. Kendall aches.

“You all ready for school?”

“Uh huh.”

He hears Rava whisper to him offscreen.

“Happy birthday,” he recites dutifully.

“Thanks, bud. Hey—I got a new Lego set for us. It’s that Spider-Man one you wanted.”

“Cool!” He nods enthusiastically, a genuine smile lighting up his little face. “Will you help me build it? Like last time?”

“Sure will. I think you’re gonna like this one even better.”

“Hey, Ken—we have to run—“

“Oh, sure—have a good day at school guys. I love you.”

“Bye daddy,” The answer in unison.

“Hey—one sec,” Rava comes back on.

“What’s up?”

“I know you have them this weekend, so I haven’t asked. But—do you have any plans tonight? For your birthday?”

“Um—“ He wishes he could say he was throwing a cool party, or even just having dinner at Dad and Marcia’s. He should just lie, because his actual plan of working as late as humanly possible and passing out is pathetic even to him.

“I’m sure you probably do—“ she goes on, almost nervously.

“I um—yeah, I don’t, actually. Been a lot going on at work, you know, with everything. So—I was just gonna work late.”

There’s an almost pitying look in her eyes that makes him feel even worse.

“Well, if you don’t feel like being at the office for 14 hours, I was wondering if um—maybe you’d want to come over for dinner? With the kids?”

“I—wait—really?”

“Yeah—I would have asked sooner, but um—I don’t know. I figured you’d have plans.”

“Yeah,” he scoffs. “I’m uh—I’m in really high demand.”

She laughs a little. “You usually are.”

“Yeah—I don’t know about that. But um—sure, that sounds great. Really great.”

“Yeah?” She looks relieved. As if he’d say no to her. “You wouldn’t rather be out with the guys?”

“Come on, no way.”

“Okay,” she smiles. “Okay, good. You think you can get here for 6:30? They usually eat at 6, but I know it’s not easy getting out early around there.”

His mind flashes to the nights he wasn’t home until 9 or later, too coked up to eat the food she’d leave out for him. He screws his eyes shut and lets it pass. Bad, bad times.

“Yeah, no, that’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“I think they can let the birthday boy out early. I’ll be there.”

“Great. I’m glad we’re doing this. It’s been a little while since the four of us had dinner together…” she trails off.

“Uh huh. Yeah, this is good. And hey—thanks, Rav.”

“Yeah, of course. See you tonight.”

It’s his second birthday since they’ve been separated. Last year was spent in a black hole of depression after she left with the kids. She took them to her parents, brought him to rehab, and left him with the promise that this whole thing was temporary. Just so he could completely focus on his sobriety.

They’d get through it, she said, but she needed time. How much more fucking time did she need?

This time last year, he hoped he wouldn’t see 39. The sky fell and fell and fell. He’s better now — rehab and therapy have stuck. He’s learned to live with the pain, like some incurable disease. But the hole in his heart is still there, it scabs over and the slightest misstep reopens the wound. He’s all scar tissue. She still hasn’t come back to him fully, only in late night phone calls and the occasional dinner hand-offs that feel like explicit trysts.

But now, she’s finally throwing him the life vest. He’s fucking taking it.

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He spends the last hour of the work day anxiously checking his watch. He needs to be en route to Rava’s by 6 and he’s determined to get there on time. He’s going to prove to her that his head is clear, that he can be the man she needs again. To prove what a good father he is.

“Hey, dad—“ he sticks his head in to Logan’s office. “I’m heading out.”

“Bankers hours today?”

“I’m uh—I’m having dinner with Rava and the kids.”

Logan’s face is stony.

“For my—for my birthday.”

“Uh huh,” he looks like he wants to say more, but remains impassive. “Well. Good. That’s fine.”

“So I’ll—I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Well, when you’re done there, if you want to come by for a drink—you know, for your birthday. Marcy and I will be home.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure.”

“Good. Give the kids my love, won’t you?”

He’s no longer looking at him, attention back on his screen. Dismissed.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll bring them by soon.”

“Happy birthday, kiddo,” he says, still not looking up.

“Thanks.”

He feels light as he gets into the idling Mercedes.

“‘Sup, Fikret.”

“Evening, Mr. Roy. To Rava’s as planned?”

“Please.”

He puts on his headphones to decompress from the day, stomach fluttering in anticipation of seeing Rava and the kids. Their absence has taken up permanent residency in his ribcage and he can’t shake it loose. It’s ever-present, the weight of his fractured family. His failure. Loneliness.

But today he feels hope, because he knows they’re getting back together. She’ll see that everything will work out. They’re just going through a rough patch right now. He has to pay the toll for his sins.

“Thanks Fikret,” he nods as he steps out of the car. Rava’s new building feels tall and looming and unfamiliar.

She buzzes him up and opens the door herself instead of her usual housekeeper. His heart almost leaps out of his chest at the sight of her. She’s casual in faded jeans that hug her perfectly, and a fashionably slouchy white sweater. She’s done her hair and makeup though — he tries not to feel too good about it.

“Hey,” she greets him with an easy smile, the one that sucks the air out of him.

“Hey,” he tries to sound chill, but he feels like he just ran the fucking New York Marathon.

He clocks her taking in his Brioni suit with a flicker of satisfaction.

“You look nice,” she says.

He leans in to embrace her, his confidence growing. Her sweater is soft, tangible against his fingers, grounding him. But the scent of her Jo Malone is still a gut punch, so he’s careful not to inhale too deeply.

She rubs his back, almost absentmindedly, before pulling away.

“Thanks. So do you.”

“Oh, thanks. I’ve been running around,” she waves him off. “The kids are so happy you’re coming.”

“Really?” He smiles, daring to let himself be cheered at the thought.

“Mhmm,” she gives him a funny look. “Did you think they wouldn’t be?”

“I mean—I dunno. We FaceTime almost every day. I’m not that exciting.”

“You’re their dad, Ken,” she reminds him gently. “They always want to see you.”

He nods, swallowing a lump in his throat.

“Hey, guys? Dad’s here!” Rava calls out up the stairs. The sound of barreling footsteps echoes from the second floor.

“Don’t run down the stairs, please,” she adds. “This spiral staircase is a fucker,” she says to him.

“Architectural Digest’s wet dream, though,” he notes.

“Hi daddy!” Sophie appears at the top of the stairs, consciously making an effort to walk slowly.

“Hey, there’s my best girl,” he opens his arms to her. She hits the last step and launches herself into him.

Iverson follows behind, nudging himself into Kendall’s side.

“Hey, slugger,” he ruffles his hair, pulling him in for a hug.

Sophie wraps her little arms around his neck and looks at him earnestly, the way she has since she was a toddler.

“Daddy, we’re making you a present. Me and Ivey have to finish it. Okay?”

She reminds him so much of Rava, all soft eyes and self-assurance and abundant affection.

“Whatever you say, wild honey-pie.”

She kisses his cheek, making him want to sink to the floor and weep.

Iverson stays quiet, looking at the ground. His boy, a piece of his soul, who’s so much like him in every way he almost wants to shake it out of him, like a fucking genetics Etch-A-Sketch.

“How was school today, guys?”

“Good. We learned about presidents. I said that you know the President in real life,” Sophie informs him.

“Oh yeah? You remember meeting him a few years ago? When you were like—“ he puts his hand down by his knee. “Yay high?”

“Uh huh,” Sophie nods. “He was weird.”

He and Rava both snort.

“Yeah, uh—he is kinda weird, huh?”

“Grandpa likes him,” Iverson comments.

“Yeah—Grandpa likes everyone.” He means it as a joke. Rava raises an eyebrow, and he shoots her a look.

“Hey,” she intercedes. “You wanna guess what’s for dinner?”

“Uh—how about….” He looks between Sophie and Iverson. “Spaghetti worms?”

“No!” T hey giggle.

“No?” He smiles. “Huh, okay. Dirt cake?”

“Daddy,” Sophie rolls her eyes fondly.

“Okay, okay. Tell me.”

They both look at Rava and shrug.

“I had Margareta make your favorite filet. You know I’m hopeless with a steak.”

“You—you did?” He prickles with pleasant surprise.

“Well yeah! You have to have your favorite meal on your birthday,” she smiles.

Fuck, he loves her. This feels like how it used to be. He wants to say fuck the dinner and lay her down on the countertop—

He exhales heavily, expelling the pent up emotion from his lungs.

“You are fucking hopeless with a steak.”

“Little ears,” she nods to the kids, but there’s a glint of humor in her eyes.

“That’s a bad word,” Iverson informs him.

“I know, I’m sorry buddy. That doesn’t mean you get to say it, okay?”

Iverson nods.

They spend the next hour at the dining room table. His appetite has returned more recently, particularly now that he’s clean. It’s been a long time since he’s tasted a homemade meal, usually preferring takeout sushi if he isn’t at a business dinner.

“No steak for you, Soph?” He asks.

“Her friend Avery Bancroft is a vegetarian, so…” Rava offers.

“Oh, right. That Bancroft?”

“Uh huh.”

“Red meat is gross. It’s all bloody,” Sophie wrinkles her nose.

Iverson picks at his plain pasta.

“How’s your pasta, Ive?” He asks.

“Good. I put butter on it now.”

“Awesome, bud.” He thinks that’s the right answer.

“Mom, Ivey and I need to go finish daddy’s present.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

“Can’t wait,” he calls after them.

She clears their plates, and he helps stack the dishwasher, despite Margareta hovering nearby.

“You want some coffee?” She asks.

“Uh…yeah. Sounds good,” he smiles.

He sits down at the island as she sets to making them coffee. She doesn’t ask him how he takes it, but still makes it perfectly.

“You remembered,” he notes.

“I’ve been making your coffee for like, 15 years. Have you figured out how to use your machine yet?” She teases.

“Fuck off,” he laughs. “And no. Carla handles that…”

“Helpless,” she rolls her eyes. He tosses a sugar packet at her.

“What’s new with you? How’s work?” He asks, trying to keep things on neutral ground.

“It’s good—you know, the usual. Taking on more projects lately than I normally would.”

“What, you strapped for cash?” He jokes, trying to keep the bitterness out of it.

“Ha ha. No, I just…need to throw myself into things right now.”

“I uh—I get it.”

“But hey, I got you something.”

“You—you got me something?”

“It’s um—it’s nothing crazy. Just a card.”

She procures an envelope from the basket on the granite counter, simply reading Ken.

The card is simple, almost generic. Not much like the Husband birthday cards she used to thoughtfully pick out for him, making sure the words aligned with her feelings perfectly.

But he opens it, and lottery tickets fall out. He chuckles, remembering the year she started adding them to his birthday gifts as an inside joke. They were engaged at the time.

Happy birthday, Ken. I’m so proud of all the work you’ve put in this year. I hope 39 is happy and healthy! Love, Rav

Love.

He’s touched. He holds the lottery tickets in his hand. If you win, you have to leave Waystar and start a rival company, she used to say. They’d spend all night coming up with names and business plans.

“Never did win any of these.”

“Maybe this’ll be your year,” she smiles sadly.

“Thank you, Rav. You didn’t have to.”

She shrugs. “It’s still your birthday.”

“Dadddy!” Comes Sophie’s voice from the top of the stairs. “Close your eyes!”

“Okay,” he plays along, covering his eyes. He can’t see the smile on Rava’s face, but he knows it’s there.

He hears their footsteps come into the kitchen.

“Okay, open!”

Sophie is proudly holding up what looks like an art project, a poster with all kinds of construction paper shapes glued to it. There are 7 or 8 pictures of him and the kids, and a couple of the 4 of them, glued haphazardly around the construction paper. Stickers dot the borders.

At the bottom, I LOVE MY DAD is written in Sophie’s messy handwriting. They’ve both signed their names.

Kendall can’t speak. He feels like he’s been broken in half.

“Do you like it?” Iverson asks, proud of his handiwork.

“Guys—“ he chokes out. “I love it. This is so great, thank you. Wow. Come here.”

He scoops them both into each arm and hugs them against him. They nuzzle into him and he tries desperately not to let his eyes well up. He might be failing.

Rava unexpectedly joins the hug, wrapping her arms around all of them.

“We saved the best for last,” she says.

“There’s more?”

“Cake!” Sophie and Iverson chorus.

———

After they eat cake, and the kids have showered and gone to bed (Ken even got to tuck them in), he and Rava are sitting on her couch.

“This is the best birthday I’ve had in a while,” he says. “Last couple of years have been—“ he doesn’t need to finish the sentence. She knows. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad we could do it.”

“And, hey, this place looks great,” he looks around the vast living room. His unofficial, non-legally-mandated child support is clearly doing it’s job.

It’s surreal that she has a whole

new home, with new furniture and art on the walls and sculptures on the coffee tables. But he still sees traces of their life before—there are scattered pictures of him with the kids, of his arms around a radiantly pregnant Rava, of him holding Iverson in the hospital when he was born.

He thinks of his own home, their home, that still carries her ghost. He can still smell her on his sheets, hear her stilettos on the marble entryway, feel the indent on her side of the bed.

“Oh, thanks! Yeah—I actually brought in a decorator this time around.”

“What? Given up your interior design side hustle?” She’d always insisted on decorating their previous homes herself, filling them with familiar touches.

“Yeah, I just—I didn’t have it in me for this one,” she shrugs. There’s sadness behind her nonchalance, and he feels it in his bones. He can fix this.

“Rava—it doesn’t—it doesn’t have to be like this,” he looks at her earnestly, trying to reach her the way he used to.

“Ken,” she sighs.

“Seriously—hasn’t this little trial separation gone on long enough? I mean, come on.”

“You’re doing so well. You’re sober and getting ready for the big job—I just—I think you should stay focused,” she puts a hand on his knee.

“I am—I’ve turned things around. I’m good. I’m in a really fucking good headspace.”

“I know,” she pats his knee. “I meant it—I’m really proud of you. I want you to be happy.”

“But I’m not—I’m not like— happy happy. Not without you. Or them.”

She closes her eyes and sighs. When she opens them, they’re glassy.

“You still have them, Ken. They adore you.“

It’s a small comfort.

“I know, but I mean—are—are you happy? That they have to FaceTime me every night instead of us all being together? Do you like going to sleep alone every night?”

“Well it’s not ideal, obviously, but—“

“Because I fucking hate it, Rav. It’s been awful without you.”

She looks pained. “I’m sorry. I am. Believe me—this hasn’t been easy for me either.”

He wants to dispute that, but then he remembers the first few months of their separation. When she’d call him at 2 am. They’d stay on the phone in silence until she fell asleep. Sometimes he’d hear her crying quietly.

“I can do both, now. I can focus on being the big boss and you guys. That’s all that matters to me.”

She brings a hand gently to his face, cupping his cheek. He leans in to her touch.

“We can’t keep doing this,” she protests, but it’s half-hearted.

He leans in closer, eyeing her lips. He wants to suck her in until she’s absorbed into his bloodstream.

“Do you—do you still love me?” He asks tentatively. He’s both confident in and terrified of her answer.

She pulls back a little, removing her hand.

“That’s not fair.”

“No—I’m sorry. I know.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Okay, sure. But it is. I mean, do you still love me or not?”

She bites her lip, nodding imperceptibly. He catches it nonetheless. His heart leaps. She still loves him. He feels that pesky glimmer of hope again.

“That’s—that’s never been the issue.”

“Then what the fuck are we doing?”

“We’re doing the right thing.”

“How? That doesn’t—that doesn’t even make any sense? How can us not being together be the right thing?”

“You know why.”

“I’ve done everything you asked. I went to rehab. I’m sober. I’m in therapy.”

“Ken,” she clutches at his hand. “I’ve already gone through one devastating breakup here, okay? I can’t do it again.”

“But we wouldn’t break up again. I’m better now. We’re still not—I mean, we’re not like, really broken up. We’re just taking a break.”

“Okay Ross,” she laughs a little.

“Hey,” he leans back in, close to her face. He looks into her eyes. “I still love you. Okay? I love you.”

“You can’t just say that,” her voice wobbles.

“It’s the truth, baby.”

He can see the walls crumbling within her. He leans in even closer, forehead resting against hers. His lips a millimeter away from brushing hers.

“Ken, please,” she whispers. “Don’t.”

He pulls back, stinging like she’s slapped him.

“Okay, fine. I won’t—if you don’t want me to. I’ll stop. I’m—I’m sorry.”

She searches his eyes and he feels heat rising in his cheeks. She always makes him feel raw and exposed.

To his surprise, she grabs his face and brings her lips to his.

He hungrily grabs at her and she climbs clumsily into his lap. Her hands run through his hair while his travel up and down her back. He can feel her smile into the kiss, making him do the same.

This feels good, this feels right. He can feel himself coming back to life.

He skims his fingers under her sweater, making her shiver. She begins to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt as he moves to the button of her jeans. He’s already hard as a fucking rock as she wiggles out of her jeans, grinding against him. The feel of her wet cotton panties makes him moan in her ear.

“Rav,” he growls, fingers threaded in her hair, gripping at her scalp.

She pulls off his shirt, running her hands over the planes of his chest, down his stomach, like she’s reacquainting herself with the feel of him.

“Touch me,” she whispers, nibbling his earlobe, the spot she knows drives him crazy.

He indulges her command.

They end up on the floor of the living room (the couch was nowhere near big enough) while the kids still sleep peacefully upstairs.

They’re spent, panting and sweaty. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, and he brushes it aside. She shoots him an almost-nervous smile. He squeezes her into him.

“That was—“

“Yeah—wow.”

“That was fucking interstellar sex. Holy shit.”

“Yeah—what was that new move? Have you been using it lately?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve had a lot of dates to practice it on.”

She narrows her eyes, and he basks in her hint of jealousy.

“With uh—with Pornhub. And my right hand. Or your nudes.”

She laughs, whacking him in the stomach. He grunts exaggeratedly, curling in on himself. “You should delete those.”

“Easy, killer. You know I’m fragile right after I cum.”

“Mhmm,” she grins.

“You think they heard us?” He nods at the stairs.

“Nah. They’re hard sleepers.”

“They get that from you. A fucking freight train crashing into the bedroom couldn’t wake you up,” he recalls, making her snort.

“Iverson is like you though,” she says. “He has trouble falling asleep sometimes. Gets jumpy. He needs to be woken up gently.”

“Yeah, there’s no waking you up gently. I used to have to practically toss you onto the floor. Dump water on your head and shit.”

“Shut up,” she laughs again, resting her head against his shoulder. “You never did that.”

“How would you know? You fuckin’ slept through it.”

He grins at her laughter. It’s the kind he used to be able to pull from her easily. He wants to drink it up, snort it like powder.

“Okay, stop. We’re actually gonna wake them,” she’s wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.

“Should we—“

Before he can say should we go to bed, his phone vibrates from the pile of their clothes. Her smile fades a bit.

“Sorry, one sec—“ he rummages for his pants, pulling his iPhone out of the pocket.

“Fuck. It’s Dad. Just—just let me get rid of him,” he promises, pleading with his eyes. Her smile is gone, replaced with a resigned look on her face.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Are you still coming?”

“Oh—shit, sorry. I forgot. I’m still at Rava’s.”

“Uh huh. Marcy and I are going to bed. So don’t bother.”

“Fuck. Sorry dad. I’ve been spending time with the kids—“

“Right, sure, sure. Good.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh. You have a good night, kiddo.”

“Uh—thanks, Dad. Hey, um—“

Logan’s already hung up.

“Well, fuck. Whoops.”

“What’s up?” Rava asks, covering herself with a blanket from the couch.

“I told Dad I’d stop by tonight, after this. But—“

“Oh. Right.”

“Yeah it’s—it’s fine. Whatever. I’d rather be here, obviously. I just didn’t think we’d—“

“Yeah, I—me either. Maybe we shouldn’t have—“

“Hey, no no. I wanted to. You have no idea—“

He reaches for her before she can slip out of his grasp again. She looks hurt.

“It’s just—it would have been nice to—I don’t know. Not make plans with your dad overlapping dinner with us. That’s all.”

“Hey, come on. It wasn’t like that. I told him maybe I would, if I wasn’t—if you didn’t want me to stay long.”

Her eyes soften. But she picks up her clothes and starts to get dressed.

“Rav,” he can feel the magic of the last hour fading away, and he clings to her arm. “Please. Let’s just—let’s go to bed.”

She rubs a hand over her face. “I don’t want the kids getting the wrong idea—“

He feels the air deflate from his lungs, crushed.

“Right,” he scoffs.

“No—Ken, not like that—“

“Uh huh. No, sure. Sure.”

“I just—I don’t want to rush into things. I’m trying to set boundaries.”

“Oh, yeah, well. I’d argue that me being inside you is not a great fucking boundary?” He spits.

“I know, I know. I just—when I’m with you—you know? When I’m with you—“ she trails off, looking anguished, grabbing at his hand.

He sighs, anger releasing.

“I know.”

“It’s been so hard,” she wipes at her eyes. “It’s not fair. It fucking sucks.”

He’s caught off guard and a little indignant. She thinks it’s been hard? His anger flares up again, withdrawing his hand.

“This whole fucking thing was your idea. You wanted this.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t—want this. This wasn’t in the fucking vows, you know?” she sighs, defeated. “I can’t rehash this all again.”

“Uh huh—maybe pass it off to your therapist. I’m gonna go.”

“Kendall,” she puts a hand on his arm. “I don’t want to ruin this—tonight felt like we were a family again.”

“Yeah, it did.” He feels cagey, like he needs to pace.

“Can we not—can we not leave this angrily? Please?”

She looks down at the ground, still wrapped in the blanket. She chews a nail nervously—an old habit. He feels a pang of guilt, and his anger deflates.

“I’m sorry. I’m working on not reacting emotionally,” he parrots his therapist calmly.

“I know. It’s okay.”

“I’m gonna—I am gonna go, actually. I’m sorry. I just—I’m sorry, Rava.”

“I know,” she placates. “You’re okay.”

He nods, willing it to be true. He takes her card and the kids present.

“I’ll um—I’ll see you Friday. For pickup.”

“Yes—let me know what time works.”

“Yeah, will do.”

She cautiously wraps her arms around him, rubbing his back. He sighs, returning the hug.

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Happy birthday.”

Late that night, he’s laying in bed. He feels shitty. He’s hovering over their text thread, wishing he was in bed with her. He fucking hates all of this.

He clutches the kids gift close to him, like if he holds it tight enough, their belief in him will rub off.

As he debates calling her, because he’s desperate for her comforting words, he sees that she’s calling him.

“Hey,” he answers in surprise. “I was—I was thinking about you.”

“Me too. I um—can we—“

“Uh—yeah. Yeah, of course.”

“Okay,” she sounds relieved.

He closes his eyes and lays the phone down next to his head, each of them falling asleep to the sound of their breathing.

#succession fic #Kendall Roy #Rava Roy #kenrava #kendall x rava

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officialgleamstar · 6 months

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HI TALK ABOUT NORMSCARY TO ME PLEASE i want to hear. um. how do you think they start dating !!

sorry i got so distracted and forgot to look at tumblr but OHHH THANK YOU YES.... OOOOHHH THATS A FUN QUESTION

to me that depends like. when they get together. as ive said before, i mostly ship them post-canon and i have my silly au with their getting together scene written out, when theyre both seniors in high school (i know people havent read that LOL so to summarize - scary realizes that she has a really bad crush on normal and does her absolute best to ignore it. one night theyre hanging out along because lincoln&taylor are on a date and normals complaining about how hes never going to find love, and then he turns it on her, poking her about how come she isnt dating anyone. she basically confesses but due to normal being oblivious, he thinks she has a crush on taylor, and shes so stunned by that that she just kisses normal to get her point across. theyre SILLAY)

but thats boring, ive already done it (joke i still love it), so i wanna talk about if they got together closer to canon. like at the end of this season, starting around where we are now (hopefully with minimal spoilers LOL)!! to start - i always like scary crushing on normal first. it just makes me happy. but ive always written scary confessing to normal, so i think it would be fun to reverse that

like scary gets this crush on normal, probably around the time he comforts her in the Meat Room (😂); hes always so sweet to her despite everything, he always goes out of his way for her, and she cant help but fall for it. she buries those feelings because they feel so inappropriate- theyre trying to save dood, and on a more personal level, her step-dad just died, she cant think about it, theres too much going on. but shes sitting on those feelings and normal just keeps being nice to her and its getting to her. and in turn, normal realizes he has a crush on her in return when she tries to hug him when he goes back to the mascot costume. like scary, hes way too overwhelmed with everything to even really think about it, and hes a little convinced that she doesnt really even like him as a friend, that the hug was just pity, but the crush is still there. normal has never been good at denying his feelings, he knows its there, and its killing him too

and so they have that super like, YA novel romance subplot where theres tension building between them, and theyre utterly unaware that the other person likes them back, and they have so much going on that pursuing anything would be stupid. but theyre teens and theyre hormonal so they cant just ignore it, and they keep having these awkward moments of getting flustered and everyone around them is like "😐... what are they doing."

and it eventually comes out in the climax of everything. normal is completely set on sacrificing himself, because thats who he is, he wants to martyr himself so fucking badly all the time bgjdbfghbhfbdhj and scary is fed up trying to talk him down and she ends up hitting him with something like, "i thought you wanted to get together with hermie or whatever, youre just throwing that away now?" "i kind of got over that awhile ago, scary." "then why have you still been acting like such a loser lately?!" [pause] "because i wanted to get together with you instead." and scary is just STUNNED and he takes that chance to run off and try and enact his plan. and inevitably he survives because like i said. YA novel romance subplot ghjbfdghbfdhj and scary runs to his side and theyre basically just yelling at each other about everything, scary is relieved and also furious, normal is mortified that he dropped a confession and bailed but also so thankful hes alive, and then at some point in their yelling they end up kissing instead--

wow. okay so i didnt mean to like, plot out a fanfiction in response to this ask but UMMMM i hope this answers your question ^-^

#not actually human #ask #normscary #I LIKE THEM...

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PLEASE I LOVE THEM BOTH SOO MUCH I CANT

their bickering please oof

sometimes they are my babies sometimes they are my parents

I’m a plank once I sleep WHOEVER WHO SAYS THAT, ARE DEFINITELY NOT PLANKS *source me bro. also my cousin said 'i sleep like a dead body' in a sleepover and her sister said nah you sleep like the body getting possessed and its been forever her nickname. 😭

Lies. We’re equal me and dad sharing chocolates or sweets be like

They contain silly and funny one liners which are exactly Jungkook’s humour. genz humor in a nutshell

there was one time where the fan stopped working due to power cut during a sleepover (5 in one bed💀) and guess what we did, we moved the smallest on to the table 😭😭 and 1 slept on the floor

wow to be in an amajin relationship where u dont continue bickering cuz its turning to argument, i wish i would be in one like that

“I’m keeping my ass out tough” SAY WHAT BOI??? WHAT IF A INSECT DECIDES TO CRAWL INTO IT ?? IM NOT TAKING ANY CHANCES

You never know, sleep paralysis demons EXACTLY TELL HIM SIS

“I’m sure the demon is hot, so they can poke my hole if they want to.” I- understandable have a nice day

“Not even if you could watch? Imagine waking up to me getting railed by a sexy, hot demon.” oh no IDK WHAT TO DO NOW AAAH

“Aww sweetie, don’t be. It’s just my sleep paralysis demon.” yeah very normal shit what do u mean it doesnt happen everyday

“I’m a little horny.” THERE IT IS WE ALL WERE WAITING FOR IT

“Mhm? Are you gonna manage to be quiet? MOMMY STOP AAH

but getting him to beg some more is way too much fun not to do it. He is so delicious when he is desperate. AAAH HER MIND 🤩🤩🤩

you can’t deny him when he is hitting you with The Good Boy. THE POWER OF GOOD BOY™

His tits are pressing into your arm like this. dont know if its the flu dizzy or reading this dizzy BUT IM DIZZY AAAH

“And out”, he whispers, “get it? I WOULD HAVE FULL ON STARTED CACKLING * i mean night, the time where breathing is funny

You want to tease him for being loud? You dare to call him a whiny baby? AAAAH

he chooses his childhood bed. poor bed, its definitely the top g

“My good girl”, he whispers who is a dom? what is a dom? idk, USE ME DADDY

do the unthinkable crime of sliding your fingers between his buttocks just to rub his hole. UR GOING TO MAKE THE BABY LOSE IT HES GONNA BE TOO LOUD LOL

“See? Told you, someone gonna poke your hole tonight “ STOP

“Ah, ouchies my head.” I- at least its better than getting leg cramp while rubbing one out

and hits the headboard softly stop he is such a cutie pie STOP THEY WERE JUST SOO HOT AND DRIVING ME CRAZY NOW THEY ARE SO CUTE AAH

Okay fine, teamwork come on.” THE REAL SHIT GUYS

mystery of the universe, but you managed. FUCK I WANTED MY PLAYSIT TO PLAY MY UNIVERSE that i even cheated by going bathroom, so that next song plays & i can say omg my universe played when i read this BUT THAT THAT STARTED PLAYING I-

“There we go. Right where you’re supposed to be.” FFGFHGRRRRRAAWR M FERAL

his childhood bed croaking from the movement. please tell its not their last night on it

No other words, no matter how nasty and dirty, could get his cock as hard and leaky as your confession of love could get him in those moments. dont know if i should cry from eyes or between the legs

He has such a pretty birthmark on it. You love to kiss it. HIS NECK MOLE KILLS ME LIKE I WANNA KISS IT SHUT UP

closes his mouth around your digits, sucking on them with pouty lips and big doe eyes. I NEED TO MEDITATE THIS IS KILLING AND RESURRECTING ME BACK TO LIFE

Tears run down his cheeks, he is arching his back even more. Yeah, you’ve really got him good. THE DESCRIPTION IS SOO GOOD I NEED A PRINTER FOR MY BRAIN

“I kinda feel like your parents must have heard something.” “Please don’t say that, I’ll cringe to death.” THEY WERE PLAYING UM WRESTLING YEAH DOING YOGA NORMAL SHIT U KNOW?? DECIDED TO JAM TO SONGS ON BED

“Please ignore the noises, air sometimes has its own mind”, THANK U I WAS SHOOK ONE TIME WHEN I HEARD IT OUT OF MY OWN HUHA LIKE BRO U OK?? (ik why it happens but that was loud?? give a warning bruh)

we fucked in a motel only to realise we didn’t have tissues?” i will definitely have this haunting me everytime i listen to hotel motel pitbull

THE SMUT WAS GOBSMACKING AS USUAL and fucking delicious *insert that licking fingers tiktok audio

they were so in love they were my parents, my babies, i cried i lost all my uwus i also wanted to gobble them

good fucking night *shudders and sigh whistles

DAMN THIS IS LONG LONG

this is the best BEST REVIEW EVER!!! OMGMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH OGMGMMG HEHEHHE THANK YOUUU 💜💜

SAY WHAT BOI??? WHAT IF A INSECT DECIDES TO CRAWL INTO IT ?? IM NOT TAKING ANY CHANCES

felT AHHAHAHAH

“I’m sure the demon is hot, so they can poke my hole if they want to.” I- understandable have a nice day

FELT AGAIN FANDSFN lmaooaoa all your reactions to the smut parts are so funny I am living for them <3

He has such a pretty birthmark on it. You love to kiss it. HIS NECK MOLE KILLS ME LIKE I WANNA KISS IT SHUT UP

SAEM BITCH OMFG SAME FNADSNFN

GIRL YES OMFG and then you can't stop it like 😭 when I was with my ex it happened like one time and then I laughed and it got worse cuase the movement squeezed it out more like whY WOULD YOU DO THAT COOCHIE??? 😭😭 (he didn't even laugh he just stared weirdly like- fucking weirdo, that dude was so stiff)

ALSO OHEHEHEH THANK YOU!!! I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU LOVED IT SO MUCH!! I LOVE EVERY SINGLE OLINE OF THIS REVIEW 10/10 ehheheeh 💜💜

#asks: ogc #asks #minusback #when sad

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Possession Chats (Part 1)

Disclaimer: I have not been to group therapy before, so this is based off of limited internet research. If there is anything that I need to change or is incorrect, don't hesitate to tell me. It was really just a concept for my AU that I thought would be fun because I realized that nearly half of the characters have been possessed before.

Jazz: Hello everyone, sorry to pull you out of your classes, I’m Jazz Fenton. I’m here to guide your support group session today.

Hunter: What am I doing here with a bunch of… All of you?

Jazz: This is a safe space for anyone that has had experience with forms of possession.

Danny: Wait when did I-

Jazz: Freakshow?

Danny: Right, right.

Dipper: Um, I don’t really want to-

Marcy: HI! Sorry I’m late! Oh, did I interrupt something?

Jazz: It’s alright. I’m Jazz and this is the support group for students who have experienced possession.

Marcy: Oh. Actually, uhh, I’m extremely busy right now so I’ll just leave the way I came in…

Jazz: Marcy, is it? Everyone here is thinking the same things you are, I’m sure. We’re going to ease in to talking about those things and start with getting to know each other.

Hunter: If I go first, can I leave?

Jazz: No, but thanks for volunteering! Today we’re just going to share our name, a bit about our family, and one fun fact about ourselves. I’ll go first, then Hunter, and we’ll go around the circle from there.

Hunter: Yay. Sounds great.

Jazz: Glad to hear it! Well, my name is Jazz Fenton, I have a mom and a dad that hunt ghosts and a brother who is half ghost. And fun fact, I like to exercise! Hunter?

Hunter: My name is Hunter. I have an adoptive dad and a found sister and mother, and I was resurrected from the bones of my creator’s dead brother. That work?

Jazz: Wow. Thank you for sharing, Hunter. Now, Dipper?

Dipper: Right. I’m Dipper. Well, Mason, but everyone calls me Dipper. I have a twin sister, a mom and a dad, and two great-uncles, and I made a pig learn how to talk once?

Jazz: Interesting! Thank you, Dipper. Next we have… right, Marcy!

Marcy: Hey everyone, I’m Marcy Wu. I have a mom and a dad. And… do I have to just pick one thing?

Jazz: Not necessarily but just to-

Marcy: Okay okay fine. Ooh! I rode on the back of a bird while toppling a corrupt empire!

Jazz: And I thought my brother was a handful! Well, Danny, take it away.

Danny: I got you. Right, my name’s Danny Phantom, or Fenton, whichever you prefer really. I have a mom, dad, and older sister. Both of my parents hunt ghosts and my sister protects me from them sometimes.

Jazz: Aww.

Danny: Protects me from my parents, if you didn’t get that.

Jazz: Yeah, I know. Finally, we have… what’s your name?

Hilda: Hilda.

Jazz: Yes, Hilda! Sorry. Want to share a bit about yourself?

Hilda: Sure. My name is Hilda, I live with my mum, and one of my best friends is a human witch.

Jazz: Ooh, nice! Thank you all for sharing. From now on, no one has to talk if they don’t want to, but we will all respect whoever is talking.

Hunter: Yup, all great and good, can I go now?

Jazz: What’s the big rush? We still have another fifteen minutes together.

Hunter: The flyer derby team practice is in five minutes and I need time to change before.

Jazz: Alright, you can leave.

*Hunter pumps his fist and starts walking towards the door*

Jazz: After!

*Hunter turns around*

Jazz: You give us your best… hmm… Wolf impression!

Hunter: What? Are you serious? I don’t even know what those are!

Jazz: You do. Don’t worry, this is a judgement free space. Your best wolf howl, go!

Hunter: Ugh, fine. Ah-woo. Happy?

Jazz: We’ll work on it. Have fun at practice!

*Hunter mumbles as he walks out and shuts the door behind him*

Hilda: So you said this was for people who have “experience with possession”, is there anyone here that has possessed someone else or..?

Danny: I have!

Jazz: Danny! Everyone is here because it has happened to them, not because they did it to someone else. Unless we need to, we’re not going to mention if we can possess others or not.

Danny: Oh, my bad. I was possessed once, I robbed a bank and held my family and friends hostage on a train, if that counts.

Jazz: It does, and thank you for sharing, Danny. Since you’re taking, do you have any ways you deal with any trauma you have left from that experience?

Danny: No? Honestly, I kinda saved the world and called it even.

Jazz: Ahh, hiding behind jokes and sarcasm. Anyone else?

Dipper: Uh, I avoid triangles, large eyes, and American dollar bills at all costs?

Jazz: And how well does that work for you?

Dipper: It doesn’t, really.

Marcy: I’m fine as long as I don’t think about my childhood best friends. Ever.

Jazz: Ouch, see? We’re here to learn from each other and find healthy ways of coping so we can-

*End of class bell screams, making half of them jump*

Jazz: Alright, I’ll see you all here next week!

#pre-finale content #toh #toh au

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I love your take on the wlw Love Square! Now I'm curious about your take on an mlm Love Square

ive actually never thought about mlm love square. but for you anon? okay!

ladynoir: ifl mlm ladynoir would spar so much and be a lot more competitive about whos in charge. boy ladybug is a bit of a dick about how Being the ladybug miraculous holder makes him the de facto leader and when master fu starts training him he rubs it in chat noirs face. chat noirs retort is always about how master fu clearly thinks he doesn’t NEED his hand held because he’s so obviously the more competent one. secretly he is very sad that master fu doesn’t gaf about him. boy ladybug also slowly stops bragging about all the responsibility because he realizes its not a title of honor but a heavy rock he’s been saddled with but he can’t look weak in front of chat or he won’t ever let him live it down. one day they get into a shouting match that ends with them passionately making out only to run away after because What The Fuck

adrienette: ifl boy marinette would be the perfect like. all rounder. good at gaming, good at sports, best grades in the class, extremely talented at fashion design. bro would be drowning in bitches and equally oblivious about the fact that everyone wants him so fucking bad. like without misogyny he would fly so high. adrien would have complicated feelings about him bc gabriel would weirdly compare them and be like if not for the inferiority of his birth, he would be a better son for myself than you <- or something else fucked up that cuts adrien deep. but then gabriel finds out that boy marinette is a mlm and never speaks of him again. even tells adrien not to hang around him OR imitate him in anyway. praises adrien for being a good straight son (without directly saying straight…? idk) and it only makes adrien more determined to become friends w marionette

marichat: chat noir sees marinette on his rooftop balcony and is like um Hey i know we barely know each other but i heard about u coming out recently and Uhhh i hope ur okay i heard the Agreste brand rejected you for their summer program because of it and that really sucks and hes like oh. thank you. i dont know how you heard about that but thats really nice. im okay really. my parents are really supportive and the fact that gabriel agreste is homophobic makes me not want to have anything to do with him or his brand. and chat is like oh… everything? even his… son? and boy marinette is like are u kidding? adriens one of the best people i know. i feel bad that he has to live with a father like that. and chat is like yeah. me too. and marinette is like confused like did u come here just to talk to me about adrien agreste? and chat is like oh um. i actually um. came here to ask for advice on coming out bc im gay…? its half an excuse because every night he thinks about the time he kissed boy ladybug but also he does not know what his sexuality is. hes like. its almost as if hes not allowed to like men. and yet… ANYWAY. marionette is like um. i guess coming out advice number one. don’t tell ur parents if ur dad is someone like gabriel agreste. and he laughs and chat is like haha! so funny! thank god im not adrien agreste! would suck to be him if he was gay! and boy marinette shrugs and is like eh. i doubt adrien’s gay anyway. i hope for his sake that he isn’t

ladrien: something happens that makes adrien’s identity as chat noir almost get compromised and he lies to boy ladybug and is like uh… i have the biggest crush on chat noir? he was um. my gay awakening? and ladybug gets a little jealous because hes in love w adrien and its like wow of fucking COURSE adrien likes chat noir. of course chat noir’s the hot sexy one who gets all the men he wants without even trying! his charms totally dont work on boy ladybug tho. of course not. them kissing that one time never happened. anyway in his annoyance he tells adrien hes free to go for chat noir because there’s no way he’d turn down Adrien Agreste™ and adrien is like hang on how did u know that chat noir’s gay????? and ladybug panics like FUCK did i just out chat based on what i know as boy marinette???? and he backtracks like WHAAAAAT no um i have no idea what chat noir’s sexuality is just um dont u think chat noir looks gay??? gives off such a gay vibe??????? and adrien is like WYM CHAT NOIR LOOKS GAY LIKE WHAT DID HE DO???? and its just a disaster all around

#ask #miraculous ladybug #mlbposting #mlm lovesquare #lovesquare

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Under the cut is a partial transcript for a 2017 episode of the podcast "¿Hablas Español? with Soledad Sánchez" ft Cam, Derek John, and Alvin.

Soledad: ¡Hola! ¡Bienvenido! ¡Buenos dias! I'm Soledad and today we have some very special guests: Three of the members of Chrome Heart! And let me just say, I'm a huge fan. I'm, like, obsessed with your music and when I found out there were three Latinos in the group I knew I had to have you on.

Alvin: Thank you. We're glad to be here.

S: Okay, before we begin, please introduce yourselves to the audience. Though I'm sure that's not really necessary for you guys because you're like crazy stupid famous.

A: Hi, I'm Alvin Santiago.

Derek John: I'm Derek John Juarez, and honestly, I'm kind of starstruck right now because I grew up watching your show on Disney channel and I thought you were like, the coolest person alive.

S: Aww, that's so sweet.

Cam: Hi, I'm Cam Perez.

S: For those, who have been living under a rock, Chrome Heart is a boyband who were formed on StarCaster – a singing competition show – and blew up basically overnight because they're a pack of talented cute boys.

C: Okay, wait, before we start.. What was your show?

A: Oh, yeah, I have no clue either.

S: Wow. That's humbling.

C: No, no! I just didn't watch TV growing up and Vin's, like, old.

A: Thanks, Cam.

S: [Snorts.] Okay, well, I was the star of the show "Dreams Come True" where I played Mandy Martinez and I was basically a witch who could make people's dreams turn into reality and I got into hijinks and shit.

C: Wait, I kinda love that. [Turning to Derek John] Can we watch that when we go home?

DJJ: Of course.

S: Okay, so are all of you Mexican or no? Google kept giving me mixed answers.

DJJ: I'm Puerto Rican, but they're both Mexican, yeah.

S: Nice. I'm Colombian and Puerto Rican. And you guys all speak Spanish? Do you all.. Are you all fluent?

DJJ: I'm, like, mostly fluent? I didn't start learning Spanish properly until I was around eight because I lived with my dad, who doesn't speak it. But then I moved in with my mom and grandma and they basically talked to me only in Spanish.

C: Spanish is my first language, so I'm fluent, yeah.

S: Oh, wow, really? We never have people who don't have Spanish as their second language on here.

C: Yeah, um, I was born in Mexico and didn't come to the States until I was five. And I lived with my mom and Grandma my whole life, who only spoke in Spanish to each other and to me.

S: That's so interesting! Did you have to take ESL as a kid?

C: Yeah. But I learned English, like, stupidly fast because I hated all the teachers and the white kids talking to me like I was stupid. [Laughs.]

DJJ: Only you would learn an entire second language to get people to stop bothering you.

S: [Laughs.] And what about you, Alvin?

A: It's kind of like a joke between the three of us that I only know Mom Spanish. Like I only know the things my mom said when she was yelling at me and my brother. My dad refused to teach me because he wanted us to be, like, assimilated, but I still learned some things here and there, through, like, context clues. But when they have a conversation in Spanish, I only understand bits and pieces.

S: Yeah, my parents were the same way. They didn't want me to learn because they didn't want me to be ostracized. But all that did was make it harder to learn as I got older. Now I'm about sixty five percent fluent, I'd guess.

C: Sorry, I know you're the interviewer so you can disregard this, but were you.. Did your show allow you to be Latina?

S: Oh.. Hmm, kinda. I – My character – had Latino parents but they were both played by Mexican actors, and rarely seen. And I wasn't treated as Latina by the narrative, or the company. I was just.. a girl.

C: That's awful. I– Recently, the three of us were talking about StarCaster and the way it kind of.. racialized us.

S: What do you mean?

C: I'm not sure how to explain it but with us and Ross – another member – it was like we were a zoo attraction, like, this group has four boys of color! You want to support them because you want to support people of color to show just how supportive and socially aware you are! Instead of, like, based on our talents.

DJJ: And they would listen to our private, personal conversations and have a translator there, telling everyone what we were saying.

A: What? I didn't know that.

S: That's insane.

DJJ: Yeah but it's okay. We started lying, fucking with them, saying crazy shit so they started leaving us alone. One time Cam asked the translator dude if he'd be okay with people doing the same thing with him and his family and he refused to translate for the rest of the day because he felt bad.

S: As he should!

S: If you don't just sit in his lap. Good grief.

A: Pardon?

S: I've been watching the two of them squish closer for the past ten minutes. It's like they're trying to meld into one body. Just sit in his lap.

[Derek John laughs as Cam plops himself into his lap.]

S: What Spanish word or phrase do you use the most?

A: Dejen de hacer eso (Stop doing that) for sure. These two are always making me yell at them for something.

DJJ: It's good practice for your future children.

[Alvin rolls his eyes.]

C: Te amo. (I love you.) I say it to my mom and grandma and Derek John basically everyday.

A: But not me, because I'm his least favorite member.

C: [Laughs.] Shut up. Te amo, te amo, te amo.

DJJ: I think recently mine has been bésame. (Kiss me.)

S: Ooh.. Do you have a little señorita? O señor?

DJJ: [Nodding.] I cannot disclose that information.

S: [Laughs.]

S: Sadly, we've reached the end of our interview. It's been so lovely talking to you three. This is the most fun I've had in a minute.

C: Aww, you're sweet.

S: Because it's the end of the show, I leave you all with one final question: What's your favorite Spanish swear word?

DJJ: ¡Cabron!

C: Mierda.

A: Cabron as well.

S: [Laughs.] Fantastic! Okay, thank you guys so much for coming. Today was so much fun.

DJJ: Thank you for having us.

#— 2017.#mcpg #derek john #alvin #— writing.#— bonus content.

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