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zzg0d · 12 days

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Anything she wants.

A/N: HEY YALLL this took a lil long an im sorrryyyy!!! i haven’t made my rules yet so just don’t act like idiots or ill block you💋💋 this was my first time writing in a while and im a little rusty😩 tryna keep up with yall and the new trends in writing tho!! feedback is always appreciated so please don’t ever hesitate❤️💋.

WK; 1.1k

summary: your father forces you last minute to attend a meeting with him to get you out of the house and you meet a certain someone who wants to give the spoiled girl a try.

tw; nothing really, he calls you mama, he lowk a simp, flaunts his money too😒, daddy’s girl, spoiled yn, just be aware ig

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“Y/N please come down, it’s time to leave” your father yells up the stairs, and you rush to tie your heels up. Your father knew you took long to get ready so you don’t know why the hell he trying to rush you now when he only let you know of this event a few hours ago.

That was one of the things your father did that you didn’t like much and he was quick to apologize and get you a gift knowing you wanted to look your best in front of other people,he couldn’t tell his lovely daughter no. You were his pride and joy being the only girl out of 2 children. Your older brother long gone a few hours away with your lovely sister in law and your niece.(who you could argue is more spoiled than you)

So now you’re here in the blacked out car with your dad going to some random business party that you didn’t even wanna be at but at least you’ve got your card(your dads card) so you can sit and online shop while your father mingles with his partners.

You sit there scrolling on Amazon just adding things you think are cute to your cart, not even caring to look to into the details. Daddy will handle that, you think to yourself as you add a new vanity to the cart. You’re just scrolling through things when you hear someone mumbling in your ear

“You sure are a spoiled little girl aren’t you?” You look up startled to see a man that should be described as nothing BUT sexy. Tattoos adorning he lights lined body grillz and chains glistening short black hair and he was looking just SO good. But that was besides the point, why was he all up in ya phone?

“An you sure are nosey” you go back to scrolling on your phone now having had moved on to another store until you feel him sit next to you and you try to ignore him but you can feel his eyes grazing over your outfit, you’re about to speak up but he’s quick to interrupt.

“I’m Constance but you can call me Connie , and you are?” He’s not mumbling anymore and you’re pretty sure you hear a little accent but you’re not sure from what.

You look up at him from your phone and introduce yourself but that’s not enough for him, he wants to get to know you. You look pretty, smell good, and got an attitude. His favorite mix. You guys talk for a bit, mostly trying to get to know each other and flirting a bit till he asks a certain question.

“Let me take you out mama”

You actually let out a chuckle at that because there was no way In hell he wanted to fuck with you. You’re too expensive and hard to deal with, you know this for a fact because your brother makes sure to tell you every other day on the phone how you and his daughter make flies come out his wallet.

“You can’t handle me” you say smirking at him and his eyes darken and he’s quick to retort “I’m pretty sure I can handle a little girl like you.” And you scoff cause who tf he calling little?? Ain’t nun lil bout you. “Tuh show me then.” He hands you his phone and you put your number in but he looks confused and excite out and goes to show u other apps.

He goes from cash app, to a regular bank, to a bank you’ve never heard of and then still pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket. “I’m pretty sure I can handle you pretty.” And you can’t help but smile a little bit. “We’ll see Constance.” “I said you can call me connie”

“I know.” You chose to call him by his government because why not try to get under his skin? You look up to see your father coming towards you two and you sit up straight and smile “hey dad!” You start hoping and praying that he says it’s time to go home so you can plot.

“Hi baby girl, are you ready to go?” And you nod your head but go to introduce your father and Connie and they shake hands, you give Connie a side hug as you prepare to leave.

You and your father get to the car and you both slide into the back and he’s quick to start questioning you “so is he your boyfriend?” And you’re quick to say no. You only just met him an hour ago, he was NOT your boyfriend.

the rest of the ride was silent after your father basically played 21 questions. you just chill texting some of your friends and watching instagram reels til a text pops up on your phone.

you had to think for a second about that. did you want to lie and say you had plans or just tell him nothing? you take a second to decide and choose to tell the truth.

you just decide to leave him on read since your ride pulls up to your house. you and your father get out and he asks you what you want for dinner so he can order it and you tell him then quickly get upstairs.

you get to your room and open the door and are hit my a breeze. damn! you always leave that fan on to make sure you don’t get hit but it’s cold as a motherfucka in here.

you go to your closet and pick out some pijamas and go into your bathroom. you turn on the shower and wait for it to get hot and you step in.

you wash your body and just think. did you really wanna go on this date with connie? you know if you were to get hurt your father would handle the situation, so that wasn’t a worry.

you were worried about yourself, you didn’t want yourself to fall for him just cause he makes you feel nice and can give you butterflies. he could be just live everybody else.

but he might not be. it wouldn’t hurt to give him a chance and by now you already know what to look out for. so you turn off the shower and go out to your room.

you grab your shea butter and body oils, to lotion yourself and get dressed. as soon as you’re done, you decide to text connie back.

you can’t help but smirk to yourself in anticipation of what was to come tomorrow. you were gonna enjoy this

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roosterforme · 9 months

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The Younger Kind Part 27 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You should be finishing your school work so you can ace your finals and graduate, but Bradley coaxes you to take a study break at the Hard Deck. While there, Bradley realizes just what life is going to look like with you by his side, and he takes a minute to remind both of you who you belong with. And then he helps you study the way only he can.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, smut, and age gap (18+)

Length: 5200 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

Check out my masterlist for more! The Younger Kind masterlist.

On Friday morning, when Bradley got to work, he walked right over to Nat where she was sipping a coffee in the hangar. Her eyes were wide, clearly anxious to hear some more details about Meredith, but Bradley just walked right into her arms and hugged her.

She kissed his cheek and whispered, "What happened? Aside from the glorious fact that Merebitch has to fuck off now!"

"I'm being deployed."

"No!" she gasped, hugging him tighter as she set down her coffee. "Will you need help with Noah?"

"Nope," he said with a smile as he pulled away from her a few inches. "For once, I got that part covered."

She listened as he told her all about Wednesday in the courtroom and how you agreed to stay at his house the whole time he was deployed. He was in the process of adding you as a temporary guardian for Noah. He was also going to add you to his credit cards as an authorized user, but you were definitely going to protest. If he had any way of getting your social security number, he would have already done it behind your back.

"Oh, I see," Nat replied with a smirk. "Your babysitter is going to be staying with Noah? For six weeks?"

"Girlfriend, actually," Bradley replied smoothly.

Nat looked pleased. "I still maintain that you have me to thank for that. If I hadn't downloaded that dating app on your phone, none of this would have ever happened. Now tell me I'm the best."

Bradley rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. "You're the best, Nat."

"Yes," she agreed. "And I'll help your girlfriend with Noah while you're away. Make sure you tell her to come to me if she needs anything. Anything at all."

"Thanks, Nat," he mumbled as he reached for his helmet. But Bradley knew you'd be just fine. Nat would be a safety net in case you needed something, and that helped put his mind even further at ease.

After a morning of training exercises, Bradley headed inside to eat lunch and check his text messages.

My Princess: Daddy, I'll be on campus until at least 6. Kind of panicking over how much work I still have to complete before graduation.

He knew this was partly his fault. He was the one who hadn't let you return to your little rental so you'd have some peace and quiet away from him and Noah. But you and he both seemed incapable of being apart now. The way he knew how your body felt tucked against his chest in the middle of the night had him desperate to keep you in his bed. And the way Noah was so attached to you, Bradley was convinced he'd start calling you mommy soon.

As he carried his lunch to one of the cafeteria tables, he texted you back to remind you that he'd help you finish up with your school work this weekend. But he also knew you needed to take a break tonight, so he texted someone else as well.

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You were exhausted by the time you got back to Bradley's house on Friday evening. The Bronco was already parked in the driveway, and you noticed that the boys must have played with some sidewalk chalk. As you made your way up to the door, there were pictures of dinosaurs, and Bradley had written We love Princess next to the front porch.

Quickly, you unlocked the front door and called out, "It's me!" Noah came running toward you from the kitchen, and you caught him in your arms.

"Daddy's making dinner," he informed you, and you rushed for the kitchen to investigate.

"Hey, Baby," Bradley said, smiling at you over his shoulder.

You set Noah down on one of the chairs where the table was covered with his coloring books. "You're cooking," you said in shock. "Do you want me to take over?"

"No, I got it," he replied, and you peeked in the pan to see he was making chicken stir fry. "The sexiest woman I ever met taught me how to cook this."

"Oh really? Where is she? I'd love to meet her," you said sarcastically. You were rewarded with Bradley's big hand smacking your rear end before he pulled you closer to him.

He kissed you while the food sizzled on the stovetop, and he murmured, "You had a long day. Let's go out after we eat."

You let his lips linger on yours, enjoying the rough feel of his mustache before he pulled away to focus on what he was cooking. "You want to take Noah out to see a movie or something?" you asked, reaching to pull out some plates. A movie would be really fun, but you also hated the idea of Bradley paying for your ticket along with everything else. He was no longer paying you to babysit Noah. And now that school was ending and you weren't being paid by the college for your work study, you had no income. "Or we could just do something fun here instead?"

"We're going out to the bar," he informed you easily as he turned the stove burner off.

You laughed and put your hands on your hips. "And what about Noah?"

"Got it covered, Princess."

"We actually do need to find him a new babysitter," you reminded Bradley as you glanced at where Noah was quietly folding up construction paper.

"I already did," Bradley promised, kissing your cheek and carrying plates of food to the table. "Amelia Benjamin will be here in about thirty minutes. I wouldn't trust her with Noah for six weeks or anything like that, but I'm sure we can get away for a few hours. Just you and I." He was looking at you intently, waiting for a response. You were honestly surprised he'd managed to set this all up today. "Baby, you need a little break, and Amelia is out of school for the summer," he added softly before he started to blow on Noah's dinner to cool it down.

"I really need to finish my school work," you reminded him as you sat down and tasted his chicken stir fry. It was pretty good, and he smiled as you took another big forkful.

"We have tomorrow and Sunday to work on that. I'll help you."

You were quiet for a moment as you ate. And then all you said in response was, "This is delicious. I can hardly believe you made it."

Bradley set his fork down and took your hand in his. "Come to the bar tonight. Now that I took you out to lunch yesterday, all I can think about is showing you off all the time, okay? Nat will be there, and I kind of already told her we'd be there, too."

"Fine," you said, agreeing with his plans. "But the rest of the weekend, I'll be working."

Bradley's smile held steady through dinner, and when Amelia arrived to watch Noah, he was still excited to be taking you out. You were promised that the evening was casual, so you changed into some jeans that were a little baggy on you and a button down shirt that you tied in the front so it was cropped a little bit. Bradley was in jeans and a colorful floral print shirt, and when he led you out to the Bronco, you offered to drive your car to the bar instead.

He opened the passenger side door of the Bronco and kissed you. "Don't want you wasting your money or gas or anything on me, Princess." And you climbed inside with the realization that you were in a very adult relationship here, and maybe you were in over your head.

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Bradley tried to brace himself ahead of time. You were a headturner. Fucking stunning, even in your jeans and beat up Sperrys. But even though you had your fingers laced through his as he led you inside the Hard Deck, you drew the attention of at least half the guys in the place. So he withdrew his hand from yours and slipped his arm around our waist which did essentially nothing to stop the looks he was getting.

"What do you want to drink?" he asked, and you looked up at him with such innocent eyes. He pulled you snug against him, and your hand came to rest just above the waistband of his jeans. His cock throbbed for you and that trusting look on your face. You just knew he was going to take care of whatever you needed, and it was going to make him hard if he didn't get control of himself now.

"A beer," you told him, and he leaned down to kiss your cheek next to your ear.

"I see Nat over by the pool table. Why don't you go wait for me over there while I get us some drinks." He squeezed your ass as you turned to walk away from him, earning him a heated gaze over your shoulder. And then he noticed that your eyes caught on something by the bar before you turned back to look at him briefly before you walked to the pool table.

When Bradley turned toward the bar, Helen was there, watching you walk across the crowded room with a scowl before she said, "Rooster," in a bland voice.

He had somehow managed to forget that Helen would be here tonight. Great. "Hey," he said awkwardly before he ordered two beers and watched her expertly pull two pints and slide them across the bar.

"I'll start a tab for you," she said, barely meeting his eyes. "You know, I'm surprised you brought her here. She looks like she's barely legal. And I don't mean that in a nice way. She's probably going to get into some shit." And then Helen turned to help the patron next to him as Bradley's eyes found you.

"Fuck," he grunted. You were leaning back against one of the posts as Harvard and Yale closed in on you. Yale was leaning close enough that you tried to pull away, only to end up pressed against Harvard.

"How old are you, Angel?" Yale asked as Bradley got closer.

You rolled your eyes and said, "I'm twenty four, and I'd appreciate it if you stopped touching me."

Harvard and Yale laughed at the same time, and then Harvard told you, "Maybe you don't know this yet, but girls fight over the chance to come home with us. We're roommates. And we're really good about...sharing."

When you glanced up, your expression was one of extreme annoyance before you met Bradley's eyes and smiled softly. "Then you can share each other," you said before stepping into Bradley's open arms, careful not to bump the beers.

"I see you met my girlfriend," Bradley said, his voice loud and deep as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

He kept his eyes on you while Harvard muttered an excuse and Yale repeatedly said, "Sorry, Rooster," until he was too far away to hear.

"Friends of yours?" you asked, reaching for one of the beers.

"Not really," he replied, watching you take a long sip. "I thought I told you to go wait by Nat."

You licked your glossy lips and said, "And I thought I'd never have to see that flower stealer ever again." You tipped your head toward Helen and held your chin high.

"Flower stealer?" he asked with a smirk.

"I could call her a wannabe homewrecking bitch, but we're in public," you deadpanned, and Bradley actually started laughing.

"Let's go," he said, taking you by the hand as he chuckled, leading you toward the pool table. He watched Nat light up and start asking you a million questions about Meredith and the court appearance even though he had explicitly asked her not to. And of course Jake was here, trying to discreetly check you out.

Bradley wasn't really sure why he had expected this evening to be a nice break for the two of you. He was constantly having to physically touch you in some way, otherwise you got cornered by someone. "Everyone here is so friendly," you remarked after your third beer. Bradley pressed his lips to the sheen of sweat on your pretty neck just as Omaha looked like he might be getting some ideas in his thick skull.

"Yeah," Bradley mumbled. "Or maybe you're just a smokeshow, Baby."

You giggled and asked, "Will you let me go get the next round? I kind of want to see what my buddy Helen has to say to me."

"Go right ahead. Get whatever you want, and put it on my tab."

"You want anything, Daddy?" you asked, rubbing your hand along his abs again, clearly feeling a lot looser than you were two hours ago. He thought about taking you to the bathroom and fucking you as your fingers tucked inside his white undershirt and found his bare skin.

"I want you to go get your drink and get back here quickly," he replied, his voice raspy. "That's what Daddy wants."

He watched you shuffle away after promising him you'd be right back. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Rooster. My man. Where did you pick her up from?" Omaha asked, leaning past Bradley to get a good look at where you were standing at the bar. You had no idea how appealing your ass looked in those jeans, otherwise Bradley was pretty sure you wouldn't be standing like that.

He turned back toward the other aviator and said, "I didn't pick her up from anywhere. She's my girlfriend."

Omaha had the audacity to whistle before he said, "Shit. How long you been hittin' that, old man?"

Bradley felt his hand at his side clench into a fist. He didn't mind the reminder about his age when it came from you, but when it came from someone else, he wanted to start swinging. When you called him old, it was because he couldn't figure out the settings on his phone, something you assured him you found charming. And you weren't a child. You were a capable adult, smarter than pretty much anyone else he knew. But he still just wanted to protect you, even though he knew he didn't have to. The sting of Greyson and Meredith was still too close though, and Bradley had to work at loosening his hand once again.

He was about to tell Omaha to fuck off when he saw you out of the corner of his eye. You were reaching for your drink just as Bradley saw Cyclone of all people reach his hand out to stroke one long finger across the perfect curve of your cheek. You were saying something to Cyclone, and you didn't look too happy. And now both of Bradley's fists were clenched as he watched you duck away from his commanding officer and head his way.

"Oh my goodness," you muttered, sloshing some of your beer onto your hand. But Bradley's gaze was fixed on that of Admiral Beau Simpson as the other man nodded in his direction. "That guy at the bar insisted on buying me a beer as well as a glass of the bourbon he was drinking."

That's when Bradley noticed you were holding two drinks. "Which guy?" he asked, even though he already knew. You turned to look at the bar and nodded toward Cyclone.

"The older one," you muttered before you looked up at Bradley. "He asked me if I was single and insisted on getting me the drinks." You held out the bourbon to him, and he took it.

"What did you tell him?" Bradley asked, fingers tightening around the glass as he felt the weight of your gaze and Cyclone's on him as well.

You licked your lips and said, "I told him I'm here with Bradley Bradshaw, and that he should stop pawing at me."

"Good girl, Princess," Bradley muttered, wrapping one big hand around your waist and pulling you close as he sipped the expensive bourbon courtesy of his boss's boss. Beau Simpson wanted something Bradley had, and the idea of it was enough to make him feel giddy.

"I don't really like this bar very much," you said, an edge of annoyance lacing your tone of voice as you sipped your beer. Bradley let his hand slide down lower and grip your ass, and you did nothing except snuggle in a little closer to him.

But then Bradley tipped the glass of bourbon toward Cyclone and nodded his head in thanks. When Admiral Simpson nodded before letting his gaze dip down along your body, Bradley smirked and downed the rest of the amber liquid. Then his lips were on yours, still wet from the drink. He wanted to mark you, brand you as his own. He wanted to do the filthiest things to you in front of everyone else.

You moaned against his lips, and Bradley took the beer out of your hand so you could wrap your arms around his neck. "What's that for, Daddy?" you asked when his lips found the side of your neck. "Oh, god," you whined as he sucked on you there.

Bradley knew you liked Daddys, and Simpson was older than him. Hell, half the guys at the bar who were looking at you were older than he was. Bradley wanted to make sure everyone knew who you were here with. Maybe he especially wanted to remind you.

So he let you finish the beer from Cyclone while he stood behind you, his big hand splayed across the bare skin of your belly. He kissed the side of your neck and praised you for being a good girl. And if Cyclone happened to be looking in this direction as Bradley's fingers dipped down into the front of your jeans, then so be it. Let him watch. Let everyone else watch as Bradley got his tipsy, twenty four year old girlfriend whining for his cock in the middle of the Hard Deck on a Friday night.

"Daddy," you moaned, grinding back against his erection, back arched as you set down your empty glass. "You're teasing me."

Bradley unbuttoned your jeans as he suggested, "Let's go outside?"

You smiled and bit your lip as you asked him, "Are you going to take me home?"

"Something like that," he replied, leading you toward the bar so he could close out his tab. And if that meant that both Helen and Admiral Simpson got a good look at the way you were coming apart in Bradley's arms while he signed his credit card slip, then that was just fine with him.

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You stumbled out into the parking lot while Bradley unzipped your jeans. "Take me home?" you asked before his lips clashed against yours again. He tasted like that free bourbon, and you moaned into his mouth. You were so horny, you'd probably never make it back to Bradley's place at all.

"You want me to take you to my house, Princess? You gonna start calling that home?" he asked, scooping you up in his arms and heading for the pitch black corner of the parking lot where he'd left the Bronco.

"Daddy!" you whined, rubbing your lips all over the scars on his neck. "Take me home to your bed," you demanded, really quite tipsy. You'd never behaved like this before, ready to go in a parking lot, but apparently Bradley could read you like one of your nursing textbooks.

He deposited you next to the Bronco, your feet meeting the ground just a fraction of a second before he spun you to face the passenger side door. His hands felt rough on your body as you reached for the door, your palms braced against the window. Bradley yanked down your jeans and underwear, and you cried out as the cool, night air met your wet pussy.

"Bradley!"

"Shh," he whispered next to your ear. "You want me to fuck you right here, Princess?"

You felt almost ashamed as you gasped, "Yes," but you were so turned on for him, it didn't even matter. He bent you at the hips a little more, and then you felt Bradley thrust inside you in one quick motion. He filled you up so fast, the sensation took your breath away. He didn't give you time to get used to the stretch or to accommodate him before he was fucking you. It felt like he was teaching you a lesson as you tipped your head back and let him suck on your neck.

He nibbled on you before soothing you with his tongue, and you tried to look around, tried to make sure you were alone, but you would probably beg him to keep going even with an audience at this point. He felt that good. The cold glass against your palms was the only thing keeping your body from hitting the Bronco as he fucked you harder.

"I can't believe you're letting me do this," he rasped next to your ear. His voice combined with the sounds of his thighs slapping against yours, the sounds of filthy sex, as you started clenching around his cock.

"Daddy," you whimpered, unable to slow down your building orgasm.

"I'm your Daddy," he growled. "Just me. You're so fucking hot, you know that? Sinful looking. Can't leave you alone for a goddamn second."

"Ohhh," you keened, getting louder for him. He did nothing to stop you.

His words just made you clench harder as he said, "Every guy in that bar wishes he was me right now. Dying to be buried in this tight pussy. They all wanna look at you and touch you, but you're mine." He fucked you harder as he softly said, "You're my Princess."

"Oh!" you gasped, cumming on his cock as he continued to fuck you until you were a moaning, writhing mess. Your legs were shaking, and you felt like you had just wet yourself, but Bradley kept going. He didn't stop until he filled you up with his cum and let it drip down your legs. Then he spun you around and kissed your lips so softly as you leaned back against the door, your head swimming with satiated pleasure.

Bradley's hot cum cooled on your inner thighs, sending a chill through your body. He took his time pulling your jeans back up, and then he was helping you onto the passenger seat with the promise that he'd take care of you again when he got you home and sent Amelia away for the night. And the thing was, you'd definitely let him keep that promise.

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When Bradley woke up to an empty bed and a quiet house on Saturday morning, he was instantly alert. He'd slept in, and something didn't feel right. He jumped out of bed, and when he rushed to Noah's bedroom door, he found his son's room was empty.

"Noah? Princess?" he called out, continuing to the kitchen in just his underwear.

"Hi, Daddy," Noah said, looking up at him and spilling a forkful of scrambled egg onto the floor. Bradley contemplated getting a dog just to clean up the food messes Noah made, but a pet would only be something else he had to worry about when he was deployed.

"Hi, Daddy," you echoed from the seat across the table. You had your kid friendly playlist going, and you were reading from one of your textbooks, but you glanced up at him and smiled. You looked tired, and now Bradley felt bad for keeping you up half the night with his cock buried inside you. The Hard Deck had been a massive wakeup call for him. He was going to have to work hard to keep you. That much was obvious now. But you also needed the rest of the weekend to get yourself organized, and that was something he could help with.

He kissed Noah's forehead and then yours. "You want some coffee?" he asked you softly, and you nodded in response. He would take care of anything you needed, but he knew you wouldn't let him provide for you. Hell, you hadn't given him a real answer about moving in here, even though he'd asked and dropped hints. He wanted you here all the time. He couldn't stop thinking about what it might be like to get you pregnant ever since the idea was planted in his head on Wednesday.

As he worked the coffee maker to get you a vanilla latte just the way you liked it, he watched you cut some of the fruit in Noah's bowl into smaller pieces. And when Noah climbed into your lap, you didn't make a fuss that he was interrupting you.

"I'll take him out for the day, maybe do some grocery shopping while you work," he told you, his tone apologetic. "And then tonight, after bedtime, I'm all yours, Princess. We'll get everything done."

You kissed Noah's cheek and said, "I made you a grocery list. We're almost out of Skittles already. You boys can go to the store while you're out, and then I'll make dinner later."

Bradley wanted to protest, he really did, but he also wanted to eat one of your homemade dinners. So he got Noah dressed for the day and took him to the playground and then on a nature walk and then to the grocery store. He kept him out of your hair for hours and hours, and when he got home that afternoon, he carried a napping Noah into his bed.

You were sitting at the kitchen table wearing Bradley's gray sweatpants and one of his shirts, and you were typing away on his computer. He found himself entranced by your purple nail polish and calm exterior. He didn't disrupt you while he unpacked the groceries, he just set one of the many bags of Skittles he purchased on the table next to you. "Love you," he whispered, and you looked up at him with a little smirk as you opened your snack of choice. "You don't even have to share that bag with me."

"Thanks, Daddy." And that was all you said to him until you stood up and stretched a few hours later and started to make spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, because Noah started bugging about it.

"Let's give Princess a break, Bub. I'll make the ants on the logs today, and you can help me." It took Bradley just as long to cut up the carrots and spread the peanut butter as it did for you to make an actual meal, but as he watched Noah decorate them with raisins, Bradley felt a certain level of accomplishment.

He knew how to cook now, kind of. He could make healthy snacks that Noah actually liked, sort of. And most importantly, he had managed to start a relationship with a woman who not only loved him, but loved his son as well.

"Here you go," you announced, setting plates of dinner down in front of both of them.

"Yay!" Noah cheered, and Bradley had to stop him from reaching for the hot food.

"Listen," Bradley said between bites of food. "Early bedtime tonight after a nice bath. And then tomorrow night we'll have a family movie night. We can go to the theater that serves dinner at your seat so we don't have to cook anything here."

"But that place is expensive," you protested. "And I still have to finish studying for my final on Monday."

"We'll study tonight," Bradley promised. "And the fancy movie theater isn't too expensive for my family."

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You insisted on being the one to put Noah in bed when he finished his bath. After working for twelve hours straight on school assignments, you needed a little break, and some hugs from Noah really did the trick.

Once he was tucked in, you knew you needed to study for your anatomy final, but all you wanted was a glass of wine and a hot shower with your hot boyfriend. You found him in the living room, rooting through the drawers underneath the stereo system that must have belonged to his parents.

"Oh my goodness," you teased, gasping as he looked up at you. "Are those cassette tapes? Are you sure you're only thirty six?"

He rolled his eyes and got to his feet, pulling you toward the couch. "Almost thirty seven, actually. You know, I was going to play something I thought you might like while we study, but nevermind."

"Wait, I take it back, I take it back!" you protested, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Play it for me. Please?"

"Fine," he groaned, running his hands down your sides and bending to kiss you. "But only because I'm in a good mood." Then he started to play the tape, and you noticed that he already had your textbook and a fresh bag of Skittles waiting on the couch.

"Thanks for doing this," you whispered, watching as he settled down and patted his thigh.

"Come here," he coaxed as the mellow rock music played softly, and you were surprised to find you knew the band. "I like studying with you," he said with a grin as you settled onto his lap, straddling his thighs.

As he tore open the bag of Skittles, you reminded him, "I'll be looking for a job soon. No more studying."

"Gotta make this count then," he replied, pulling a red Skittle out and feeding it to you. "Fifty percent of the Skittles are mine. You can earn your share by answering questions correctly from your study guide."

You scoffed and ran your fingers through his hair. "I should get a more generous share of the goods tonight. As a reward for all my hard work."

He grunted and rolled his eyes. "Fine. You can have sixty percent. But just for tonight. Tomorrow we go back to a fifty/fifty split."

"Deal," you whispered, kissing his lips.

And it was all so gentle, the way Bradley fed you a yellow Skittle and then a purple one as he went down the study guide, his thumb rubbing soft circles against your thigh through the gray sweatpants. Anytime you needed an extra minute to consider your answer, you pulled your fingers through his hair and down his neck as you contemplated.

"You know this one, Princess. I know you do."

Every time he encouraged you, giving your hip a little squeeze, you got the right answer. And then you got a Skittle. And then you got a kiss.

"Will you come with me to my exam on Monday morning?" you asked him softly, your head coming to rest on his shoulder once the candy was all eaten. "I don't think I can do it without you there."

He kissed your forehead and held you close. "Sure you can, Baby. You'll ace it. Besides, I have to meet with Tracy and get everything settled. You don't need me at all."

But that was a lie. You did need him. You needed him. And Noah. "I do," you whispered, your lips brushing his neck. "I need you, Bradley."

"You already have me."

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking of how would it be to talk to H by mistake like you go on a club and try to get this boy’s phone but he ends up giving you the wrong number and when you message him turns out it’s harry’s phone and you 2 get along so he asks you to meet up😭😭 TRY IT PLSSSS

Why should you never fight a dinosaur?

You wait with bated breath for the response, eyes widening when you see those familiar three bubbles rolling across the screen.

Uh…I don’t know? Why?

You grin. Because you’ll get jurasskicked.

Silence.

Then…the bubbles.

Okay, alright, you got me. That was good.

Pleased, you settle back against your headboard, lip between your teeth. Sorry, I’m sure it’s not very cool to text someone an hour after you leave them in a bar but…hey, you said you liked dad jokes. Figured I’d end your night on a good note.

Exactly three minutes pass before you see him type. Bar?

Yeah. Oh, sorry, this is the girl who wouldn’t stop singing It’s Raining Men and throwing back tequila shots before jumping into your lap.

You hit send, then quickly add in a separate text, Sorry about that, by the way.

Four minutes pass this time, and despite yourself, you feel a bit nervous.

That sounds like a lot of fun, but unfortunately…I don’t think that was me.

You frown. Wait, what? This is Braden, right?

More bubbles. Damn, his name was Braden? Yikes. But no, I can’t claim to be Braden, I’m sorry to say.

Fuck. Your heart drops as you glance around your room. Had he given you the wrong number on purpose? You thought you’d had a connection, and so did your friends as they urged you to ask for his number.

Maybe you’d read the signs wrong?

The bubbles appear again. Have you heard the joke about the butter?

Your head tilts. Uh…no?

Oh, I better not tell you. It might…spread.

You snort, snuggling back down into the covers before pulling the phone closer as you watch another text deliver.

I’m Harry, by the way.

Your fingers dance along the screen, feeling a bit relieved despite the obvious disappointment. Hi, Harry. Sorry about the miscommunication.

Don’t sweat it, Harry types. I love dad jokes.

You smile.

I do not like Braden, though, he adds, and you can’t help but chuckle. Sounds like a dick, to be honest.

You shrug, even though he can’t see you. He wasn’t so bad. It was loud in there anyway. Maybe I just heard him wrong.

A minute passes before the bubbles pop up and your heart leaps.

Why is your heart leaping?

Well, his loss is my gain. You got any more jokes?

I have a joke about pizza! But…it’s too cheesy.

Oh, god. Oh that was…yeah. That was bad. That was really bad. That was not…grate.

“Oh, my god,” you whisper aloud, grinning wildly before typing, Oh, like you can do feta?

He takes a minute to think. I’ll be honest, I’m not very gouda.

You wince, although you can’t deny your amusement. Yeah, this is nacho thing.

But I’m having a hole lot of fun.

You begin to type a response, but he sends another text before you can:

…get it? Cause…hole? Like Swiss?

You laugh again. No, I got it. It was very…sharp.

You hope that made him chuckle.

I like you, Cheese Girl, he says, and your cheeks flush. Hope you don’t feel so bleu.

I’m much cheddar now, you type. Thank you.

A minute passes. No problem. Listen, I gouda go but…this was fun. If you ever think of any more puns…send ‘em my way, yeah?

And despite the fact that Harry is a total stranger to you, and that you’d kind of been expecting to talk to Braden tonight, and really…cheese puns aren’t exactly sexy…

…you feel disappointed to see him go.

You swallow and straighten up, taking a second before replying, Absolutely. I think this is the start of a brie-utiful friendship.

He responds with a laughing emoji, followed by, Goodnight, Cheese Girl.

You smile.

Goodnight, Harry.

It’s not exactly on par with the request, but this was honestly so much fun that I was kind of thinking I’d make it a couple of parts 😭 Thank you so much to whoever asked!!!💞 I hope it’s okay!

~ iFall for Harry pt. 2 (the second part to this!)

~ Full iFall for Harry Masterlist

~ Full Masterlist

~ Other Harry Blurbs

#harry #harry edward styles #harry styles #harry styles fan #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles request #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #blurb #request #ifall for harry #harry and cheese girl

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dogs2shouldvote · 10 months

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during my latest relisten of taz balance, i recorded every line i found even the slightest bit funny with zero context, not even who said it (though some are pretty obvious). here’s all my favorites!!

“i’m probably studying.. my cantrips”

“just say mastrubating, dad”

“don’t come in mom i’m studying my canteips!!”

“yeah you’ll do any dumb shit”

“it’s like a bag of holding! but for.. ass.”

“do we know how much damage we did to him?”

“six damage, you said it out loud with your mouth.”

“it should be in the player’s handbook! get your salty snack to enjoy while you play dnd”

“my grandpa says it’s rude to whisper. especially on a train!”

“i’m not going to go toe to toe with a crab while youre armed with a terrible scottish accent and travis doesn’t even have his sheild. i’m out! … did i say travis? i mean leman kessler.”

“nope! that was wrong all the way around.”

“i’m cosplaying taako right now, as a stupid man.”

“who’s just rolling dice? who is doing secret checks that i don’t know about?”

“i always waste my 20’s on perception checks. like i give a shit.”

“it’s completely conceivable he would have a name tag.”

“IN A GANG?”

“like a pelt??? like a bramble*pelt*?????”

“is there a math check? what are you talking about?”

“yeah it’s your fucking brain. you use your brain to add numbers together”

“16”

“what are you fucking doing??”

“griffin i love you youre my brother. but if my skill called history doesn’t literally help me with history trivia questions in a category called history what are we FUCKING doing here??”

“can i ask you a question? are you guys mean to everyone?”

“fus-ro-over dere”

“that one was actually a badass bernie sanders”

“hey thug! what’s your name? i’m about to tentacle your dick.”

“a d6 is like some dice ass dice. that’s some monopoly shit.”

“i thought you were saying merle, it’s his bread and his body, take 2d6 healing points”

“you two remind me of something… you remind me of the babe! and then i throw the glass sphere at them.”

“make a constitution saving throw to see if you can eat this fucking rock with your mouth.”

“dungeons and dragons is a. great game.”

“my name is magnus burnsides”

“marchins burchens”

“magnus would not say that. however, travis would.”

“can we please not talk about chekhov’s bush?”

“we’ve got a ball, a sack, and a tool!”

“everything is gross here in dnd.”

“only losers smoke, isaac.”

“i give isaac an hour long lecture about the dangers of smoking.”

“i’m just gonna put my mouth down there and go buck wild”

“there’s a lot of go cart tracks called the adventure zone and i’ve been working with my lawyer to shut them all down forever”

“does taako fish?”

“yeah taako fishes.”

“a rock hard-“

*justin, clint, and travis laugh*

“come ON, *really*?”

“taako rushes in!”

“what! magnus follows him.”

“merle’s good out here!”

“WHAT is going on?”

“how do you not have a d6 it comes with every board game”

“my daughter-“

“eats them for power???”

“uhhh how much health do you have.”

“im not gonna tell you.”

“let’s see… i am going to hurt jenkins. with a magical spell.”

“this is about to become the taako show starring taako.”

“BLUFF FUCKING BLUFF O’CLOCK?? WHAT IS THIS, HALF PAST PERSUASION TIME??”

“i’m not laughing in game” *justin fucking loses it*

“she’s the best at burning shit ever.”

“traaav griffin got to do his show for so long and now he’s gonna destroy yours.”

“fucking lup finds like. a gun.”

“for sure, keep it sleazy. we’re out, bye!”

“i have to believe…. i’m gonna get those fifteen dollars back from greg fucking grimaldis”

“based on the rules of the game, dad… you die.”

“dad’s making a jerk off motion at me”

“don’t play the pennywise card like you ALWAYS try to”

“should i talk slower so that everybody who has been complaining about us not playing dnd has time to nut?”

“i am a wizard. my name is taako. and i am pretty well fucked.”

“yeah i’ve got cumin who do you think i am?”

“hear that, babe? we’re *legends*”

“i’m clint mcelroy and i played merle hightower-“

“nope”

#i actually have a ton more #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #kinda #the adventure zone balance #mcelroys #taz #the adventure zone #mcelroy brothers #taako taaco #merle highchurch #magnus burnsides

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nycbaby21 · 8 months

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A Kiss on the Cheek

prompt: meeting the Hughes family doesn't go as good as either of you hope (angsty)

word count: 4,331

*It hurt me to make them all mean and to write this*

“Would you stop fidgeting? It’s going to be fine baby. They are gonna like you, trust me,” Quinn’s voice interrupts my anxious thoughts about meeting his family. I look down and notice I am picking at my fingers, so I put my hands face down on my lap. I glance over at Quinn who is concentrating on driving, I honestly wonder how I got so lucky to be with him. We met at the sports bar I worked at in Vancouver. The team walked in to celebrate a win, and Quinn walked out with my phone number. I didn’t even know who he was, or what he did for a living until our third date.

“Sorry,” I mumble quietly. My nerves are through the roof right now. The Hughes family, especially the brothers, are one of the closest families I have ever seen. I know that Quinn values their opinion more than anything else. He once called Jack and Luke to weigh in on the new couch he was buying. “Hey would you look at me please,” he says stopping at the stop sign. I look over and he smiles at me.

“You know after you stop you can go right,” I laugh trying to get out of this conversation. “Really? I had no clue. Good thing I have you to keep me informed,” he joked rolling his eyes at me. He reaches across the console, grabs one of my hands, and brings it to his lips. “Y/n, I wish you could see yourself the way I do. You are literally the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he says sweetly looking over with loving eyes. “Even more than hockey,” I ask raising an eyebrow, joking with him now. “Okay second best,” he says and I slap his chest playfully.

“Thank you, Quinny,” I say leaning over and kissing his cheek. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. But if you wanted to, I think I need a little more than a kiss on the cheek,” he says leaning towards me a connecting our lips. I smile into the kiss and can’t help but fall more in love with Quinn Hughes. We hadn’t said that out loud yet, but I knew how I felt about him. A horn honking snaps us apart. He laughs and drives forward while I sink into my seat embarrassed.

We pull up to his parent’s house he turns off the car. He had already unbuckled and opened his door before I even made the first move. He walks around the car, leans over gently unbuckles my seatbelt, and opens my door. He puts his hand out for me to grab as he pulls me out of the car. I smile up at him and he leans down giving me one more reassuring kiss. We break apart and I notice people watching us from the window.

“Hey, if you are uncomfortable at any time you’ll tell me, right? Because they can be a lot and I think some of Jack’s friends are here. If they say anything I’ll kick their ass okay,” he adds the last part trying to make me smile. I give him a closed-lip smile and lace our fingers together as we walk up to the door. Before he can even open the door, it is flung open, and a brunette boy a little taller than Quinn, who I know is Jack, launches himself on my boyfriend. I smile at just how close they actually are.

“Okay, Jack enough. Let him come in okay,” I hear a female voice come from further in the house. Quinn ushers me inside first and follows closing the door. We shed our jackets and I finally turn a see a room full of people staring at me. I give them a shy smile and feel my legs turning into jello. “Everyone this is Y/n. Y/n this is my mom and dad, Ellen and Jim. And over there is Luke, Trevor, Alex, and Cole. And of course Jack,” Quinn says pointing everyone out to me. I give a quick nod already knowing their names from studying them on the way here.

“It’s so nice to meet all of you. Quinn has told me all about you. And thank you for inviting me into your house,” I say turning to face his parents. His dad gives me a small smile and reaches forward to shake my hand. His mom stared at me for a second and then ran to the kitchen after hearing a beep. I shrugged it off, thinking I was just being sensitive and overthinking everything. After everyone greeted Quinn, he moved over to the couch and I quickly followed suit.

The guys were playing some video game on the tv and Quinn was quickly sucked into it. I tried to keep up but I had no idea what they were talking about. I just sat back and nodded or looked up at the screen trying to follow. “You wanna try,” Jack asks pushing the controller towards me. I open my mouth to say no thank you but before I can Luke interrupts,” She can try later okay? I really wanna beat this before Quinn has to go. No offense or anything to you.” I brush it off and nod saying it was fine. Jack looked over and gave me a sorry look. The guys were so into the game, that no one noticed I had gotten up and followed the sound of voices to the kitchen. I was going to offer to help with dinner, but I stopped in my tracks after actually hearing what they were saying.

“El, come on you can’t already hate the girl. They just got here,” Jim whispers to his wife. Ellen didn’t even try to lower her voice. “Jim I don’t hate her. I’m just saying I want the very best for Quinn and I just don’t think that’s her,” she says walking around the kitchen. “Sweetheart. We don’t even know her yet. I mean I loved Ex/n just as much as you did, but that doesn’t mean we can cast this girl off,” he says following his wife from the kitchen to the dining room.

“How do you know she isn’t just using him for money, Jim? I mean we know nothing about this girl. Nothing. Quinn used to talk all the time about Ex/n. He has only ever mentioned this girl once. And that was to tell me she was coming for the weekend with him.” My eyes filled to the brim with tears and I had heard enough. I understood how they were still close with his ex. His mom still followed her and commented on her things. They were together a long time so I completely got that. But hearing that he didn’t talk about me like I did him to my mom hurt. Also, I felt like I wasn’t even getting a fair chance.

As I turned around to go back to Quinn I bumped into Jack. My eyes go wide and I glance at the kitchen. He gave me a look filled with pity and I knew that he had heard the whole thing. He went to open his mouth to say something when I cut him off,” Jack hey, didn’t see you there. I was just heading back.” We both knew I was lying but he chose not to say anything and followed me back into the living room. “Hey, baby. Where did you go? I didn’t even notice you were gone,” Quinn says looking over to me.

“Sorry, I just had to call Mom and let her know we made it. You know how she gets,” I laugh and out of the corner of my eye, I see Jack look our way. I cut him a look pleading him not to say anything. He sighs but nods and turns his attention back to the game. When I turn I see Trevor and Luke staring between me and Jack. I tried to ignore it and curled into Quinn’s side. I started picking at my fingers again, this time Quinn didn’t notice.

As we all sit down for dinner my stomach drops to the floor. In the big bowl in the center of the table was a shrimp alfredo dish. I have a small seafood allergy and couldn’t eat what she had cooked. I already felt awful from the words I heard from the kitchen earlier, so now how would they feel when I didn’t eat? Quinn hands me a plate and smiles down at me before fixing his own. I sign and tell him thank you. I pushed the food around and ate some of the noodles here and there when someone would look my way. My throat would be scratchy later but nothing too serious would happen from just a couple bites.

“So how did the two of you meet,” Jim asks breaking the awkward silence at the table. All eyes are on Quinn and I,” we meet at the bar she works at.” I know I shouldn’t feel ashamed about what I do for work, I really enjoyed it. But something about sitting at a table full of professional hockey players, future professional hockey players, and their parents made me feel so self-conscious. “You work at a bar,” Cole asked looking my way. I knew he didn’t mean it the way I took it but it made my face flush. “Yeah, I wait tables at this sports bar in downtown Vancouver,” I finally say after drinking almost my whole glass of water.

“The guys and I went out one night after a game to this new bar near the arena. Y/n was our server for the night,” Quinn said proudly putting his hand on the top of the table. “I’m working on my degree so I work at the bar at night to help pay for school,” I say hoping that would give me some brownie points. I guess that was enough because the conversation was quickly changed and never revisited. “Oh Quinny did you see that Ex/n got that role in the movie,” Ellen asked excitedly. I tensed up and tried to distract myself. I felt a small nudge under the table and looked across to see Jack. He sends me a smile and I return it. At least one of them liked me, or he just pitied me.

“Oh yeah, I did. She called me after she found out. Said the only reason she got it was because of all the practicing I helped her do for it,” my boyfriend explained to his mom. She let out the biggest smile and it made my already broken heart completely shatter. Quinn hadn’t told me that they had talked. “Oh, I would love to talk to her,” his mom gushed. I sat in my chair rethinking and overanalyzing every little detail of our relationship. I knew I was going to cry and didn’t need anyone to see. “Hey, I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick,” I whisper to Quinn, who just nods and keeps talking to Luke about something.

I head down the hall looking for a bathroom when a voice from behind me scared me. “You can use the one in my room if you want,” Jack said and I let out a deep breath knowing it was him. I smiled and followed him to his room. By the time I made it to the door, the floodgates opened. I quickly shut the door and locked it. I sat on the floor and cried trying to keep myself quiet. I heard some ruffling outside the door and noticed a shadow on the other side. “I know this is a dumb question, but are you okay,” Jack asks through the door. “Yeah I’m fine,” I sniffle trying to pull myself together. “I can go grab Quinn if you want,” he started but I interrupted him. “Please don’t,” I said louder than I realized.

“Okay okay, I won’t. Is there anything I can do,” he was being really nice to me and I wondered why the rest of them didn’t. “No. I promise I’m fine. I’m just super emotional. It’ll pass,” I croak out my throat already getting irritated from the small amount of food I ate. “There is a cup next to the sink I use to rinse my mouth, I know it’s weird because you don’t know me. But you should fill it up and drink something your voice sounds shaky,” he says with a slight worry in his voice. I leaned over and unlocked the door. I see the middle Hughes brother leaning against the wall.

“It’s not from the crying. Well that probably isn’t helping, but I actually have a small seafood allergy,” I say hating the look he gives me. “Why the hell did you eat then,” he raises his voice and I quickly shushed him. “Keep your voice down, please. You heard them in the kitchen earlier, I didn’t wanna give them another reason to hate me. So I ate it. I’m not gonna die or anything. My throat is just scratchy and my eyes are puffy,” I say leaning back against the bathroom cabinet.

Jack crawls into the bathroom and sits opposite me leaning against the bathtub. “I’m really sorry about my parents,” he says after some time. “It’s okay,” I reply automatically. “No, it’s not. I know how bad it sucks trying to prove to someone you are worth it. I went through that and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. So no it is not okay,” he was very different than I imagined him. From Quinn’s stories, he was this goofy energetic guy who couldn’t sit still, but he was being so calm and serious right now. “Yeah I guess you’re right,” I whisper. “Are you gonna tell Quinn,” I ask looking up at him. He looks back at me conflicted. “I won’t tell him tonight. But if you haven’t by tomorrow I will.” The deadline he had given me made me sick to my stomach.

I stand up and splash cold water on my face. I try and make myself look somewhat presentable and turn around to see Jack leaning against the doorframe. “Thank you, Jack. It really made me feel better,” I say and he pulls me into a hug. I hear footsteps walking away from us and jump away from him. “Oh no,” I say rushing out of the door towards the hall. I make it to the kitchen just in time to see Luke telling Quinn what he just saw.

In his defense, it probably did look bad, but maybe if he had actually stopped for two seconds he would have known. “What the hell,” Quinn stands up from the couch and looks my way. By that time Jack had walked in and looked around the room. “Quinn? Are you still there,” I hear a voice coming from his phone and this time I don’t try and hide the tears. I knew who it was, I made myself watch all of her movies one night. “Hold on sweetie he’ll call you back,” Ellen says and hangs up the phone.

“You wanna say something or just stand there,” I have never heard him this mad. “Her say something? Quinn why don’t you say something,” Jack says walking forward and standing even with me. Quinn’s eyes shoot between the two of us and his nostrils flare. He was angry, and he had every right to be. But if he had every right, so did I. ”I’m sorry what the hell does that mean? Because from this side of the couch, it looks a lot like my girlfriend is all over my brother,” his words are laced with venom. Jim stands up and puts himself between the boys. “Quinn nothing is going on! Jack was just comforting me,” I say with a rough voice.

“Sure sounds like something happened,” he says face red with anger. I step back a step away from him, which only upset him more. “We have seen you all night looking at Jack. And every time he goes somewhere you go to,” Luke says defending one brother while glaring at the other one. “Unless you can give me the truth about what happened, I think maybe you should go,�� his words pierce my heart like an arrow. “What,” I ask tears falling down my face at this point.

“The truth Y/n. And if you lie to me we are through,” he says stone-faced. I shake my head not even believing what is happening right now. I hoped all of this was some nightmare I was about to wake up from. “You honestly think I would come into your parent’s house and try and get with your little brother,” I ask not caring how rude I sounded. “Unless you give me a reason to think otherwise yes.” I shake my head and grab my jacket from the rack. “Where the hell do you think you’re going,” he asks following me. “You said leave so I am.” I opened the door and walked out not bothering to shut it.

The cold night air sent chills down my spine, but I think I would rather freeze than be inside that house any longer. The part that put the final nail in the coffin was that he let me walk out and he didn’t try to stop me. It was dark and I had no idea where I was. I reached in my pocket for my phone and I realized it was left on the table. “Fuck,” I let out all my emotions. I remembered a small diner not too far away so I started walking. I didn’t stop until I got there and noticed an older man locking the doors. “Excuse me are you closing,” I ask tears streaming down my face. He looks up at me and his eyes widen. I must look terrible and scare him.

“Eugene, honey grab my sweater from the truck please,” I hear a feminine voice come behind me. A nice older lady put her hand on the small of my back and ushered me into the building. “If you are closed I can leave,” I try and walk out but her grip is strong for an old lady. “Sweetheart there is no way I am leaving you outside in all of this,” she says sternly and leads me to a stool at the bartop. She quickly walks towards the back and I hear her clattering around. I feel something on my shoulders and see Eugene wrapping her sweater around me. I send him a sweet smile and his wife is back with three cups of hot chocolate.

“Alright sweetie get to talking,” she says patting my arm. I look between the two of them and sigh. I tell them the whole story, from meeting Quinn in Vancouver to tonight. They never once interrupted or made me feel like a burden for dumping my problems on them. “Here let me get these dishes and we can take you to a motel for the night and figure out the rest tomorrow,” Eugene says gathering up the cups and walking to the kitchen. Martha, his wife, put her hand on top of mine and smiled at me. “I’m sorry all this happened to you. Michigan really is a wonderful place. I hate your visit wasn’t,” she said. As they close up shop for the second time tonight, I wait for them outside their truck. Everything in me said don’t get in with them, but what else could I do? My thoughts are shut down when I hear someone yelling my name.

“Y/n, oh my gosh. I’m so glad I found you. You scared the shit out of me. Please don’t ever do that again,” Quinn rushes towards me wrapping me in his arms. I let him for a second and then I push him off. He looks at me and I can tell he has been crying. I hear a door shut and see Jack get out of the car and walk over. “Who are you two,” Eugen says walking over and putting himself in front of me. Martha pulled me into a hug, noticing I was crying again. “I’m her boyfriend Quinn. Who are you,” his voice is mixed with confusion and anger. Who the hell was this guy trying to “protect” you from him?

“Last time I checked I didn’t have one of those,” I say staring him dead in the eyes. His whole face dropped. Jack stayed a little ways back and watched everything go down. “Baby, please don’t say that. You don’t mean it,” Quinn says stepping closer. Eugene slides over blocking me once again. I step out of Martha’s embrace and put my arm on Eugene’s shoulder. He looked down at me and I nodded my head at him. The two older people step back and lean against their truck watching the whole thing. I walked towards the man I loved and frowned.

He took my actions as forgiveness and opened his arms. “No Quinn, I do mean it. You can’t actually believe after everything that just happened, I was just gonna jump in your arms and we ride off in the sunset?” He closed his arms and his body shook from the sob that left his mouth. “I will never ever be able to apologize enough for tonight. And I don’t think you should forgive me,” he says through tears. Seeing him like this hurt me, but he hurt me more. “Jack told me everything,” that was all he had to say. I looked behind him at the younger boy and he nodded.

“So you believe him? But not me,” I whisper barely being able to talk. “Y/n/n, please.” I shake my head. “Please what Quinn? I don’t know what you want from me,” I scream back frustrated. Jack walks forward and stands between us. I felt like shit putting him in the middle of us. “Please don’t leave me. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I know I hurt you more tonight than I have ever hurt anyone else. I know that if you tell me to right now I will walk away,” he started,” but you know what else I know? I know that I have never been happier than I have in the past months with you. I know that I screwed up my chance at happiness tonight. And I also know that I may just lose the girl I love because of my own stupidity.”

After his speech, he just dropped to the ground and cried. I look away from him and to Eugene and Martha. Then I look over at Jack, who is already staring at me. “You love me,” I ask squatting down in front of him. He picks his head up and looks me in the eye. “Of course I do, I just have the shittest way of showing it I guess,” he says and a small laugh leaves my lips. His face perks up at that. “I love you too,” I say wiping the tears away from his eyes. He grabs my wrist and holds them in place. He seemed scared that I would disappear if he let go. He closed his eyes and finally took a normal breath.

“I don’t deserve it,” he says opening his eyes and looking over at me. “You know the funny thing, Hughes, you don’t get to decide that,” I say dropping down to my knees and moving my arms around his neck. He doesn’t wait another second and his are around my waist. He holds me tighter than he ever has before. “I am gonna spend every day for the rest of my life making up for the way I treated you tonight,” he says into my hair. “I know you will. You are a good man, Quinn, I think we just both got a little insecure tonight,” I say back. He nods and holds me while we sit on the ground outside the diner in the freezing air.

When we got back to the house I figured everyone was asleep. I followed Jack inside and saw everyone sitting on the couches with worried looks. Their heads snap up when they hear us walk in. “Oh thank the lord,” Ellen says rushing over. She stopped right before she got to me and looked at me. I nodded my head and she wrapped me up in her arms. “I am so sorry for the way I treated you tonight. I judged you before I even knew you and almost ruined everything,” she cried and I shook my head. “It’s gonna be all right. We can start over,” I say and she pulls back. “I would really like that,” she says wiping some tears from her face. Slowly everyone started going to bed and it was just Quinn and me.

“I waited until I was with you to do this,” he says as I get in bed next to him. I look over and he pulls out his phone and blocks his ex on everything, and then her number. “Quinn you didn’t,” he cut me off. “Yes, I did. I am a happily taken man who doesn’t need any contact with my ex,” he says looking down at me. I smile and give him a small kiss on the cheek. “I never thought I would be so happy for a kiss on the cheek in my life,” he said making me laugh. “Baby steps, Quinn,” I say laying my head on his chest. I knew we would have to have a longer talk, and that everything wasn’t going to be fixed immediately. Things were gonna take time, but I knew Quinn was worth it.

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whiskey-bumblebee · 11 months

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Hey, hope you're doing good today 🤠 dbf!Hotch who notices reader "having trouble with her car" and he helps her? She's more than capable of doing it herself, but she just wanted a reason for Hotch to come over while her parents were away. She may or may not have self sabotaged it to get him over there shirtless in the blazing sun, offering a dip in the pool as repayment, but hinting at more 👁️🫦👁️ i hope that makes sense lol

I LOVE THIS IDEA! thank you bestie <3 get ready to meet the smartest bimbo ever

Uptown Girl

Pairing: dbf!Aaron Hotchner/Reader (gender neutral!)

Word Count: 1695

Warnings: Innuendo, dbf!hotch (reader is an adult), brief mention of reader's parents (vague but they are Rich).

Tagging: @ssamorganhotchner @hotchsdoormat i think you two will like this <3

You can't hold back a smile as you dial Aaron's number from your parent's house phone. You twirl the cable around your finger as you glance around the freshly cleaned kitchen. There's a chilled bottle of San Pellegrino on the counter, the glass sweating from the heat. It's so quiet that you can hear birds outside, no doubt eating some fallen fruit from the trees outside the kitchen.

"Hello, Aaron Hotchner speaking."

"Hey Aaron Hotchner speaking," you tease. "My car won't start. I know it's your first weekend off for a while, but is there any chance you could come over and help me fix it?"

"Hmm," He says playfully. "And how do I know this isn't some elaborate ploy to spend time with me?"

"Come see for yourself," You reply, smiling. "It just won't start."

"Mhm," He agrees, and you can hear the humour in his tone. "And I suppose you can't just use daddy's Bentley?"

"Daddy doesn't drive a Bentley," You reply seamlessly.

Aaron's stumped for a second, and the line goes silent. "I thought he just bought a new one? A silver Continental?"

"Daddy drives a black Chevy Suburban," You say. (A/N: non-car besties: this is hotch's car <3)

Hotch clears his throat. "Baby, you can't just call me that."

"Aaron, please?" The playfulness has dropped out of your voice. "My car really won't start, and I'm supposed to meet my friend for tennis this afternoon."

"Of course," He replies. "Sorry, I thought you were just trying to convince me to come over."

"Would it be so terrible if I was?"

You feel a pat of guilt seep into your stomach, wondering if Aaron really did have more important things to do than attend to your car trouble.

"No," He adds, quickly. "I'd love to see you. Are you home alone?"

"My parents are in the Seychelles."

"Ah. So not home for dinner, I take it?"

You shake your head out of habit, then say no.

_______

When Aaron's black Chevy pulls up into your driveway, you come out onto the balcony and wave, then rush down the stairs to meet him. Sure enough, he sees your Corvette parked next to your dad's silver Continental.

"So you do have the Bentley," He teases, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist.

You kiss both his cheeks. "It's so good to see you."

"Well, you know why it's been so long," He sighs, caressing your cheek.

You look him over, his casual outfit throwing you off a little: dark blue Lacoste polo, straight-leg jeans, New Balance 574s. It was so different from his typical suit and tie, more dangerous somehow. Where you normally saw yourself as a paramour, sneaking in moments after work with your suit-clad lover, this felt more... ordinary. Like he was picking you up for a day of shopping, or to travel down to the yacht club. Like he might join you for tennis later. You tried to push the thought out of your mind, and to quell the fondness blooming in your chest.

"New York called, and I had to answer," You reply airily. "And you've been busy on cases, so it's not all my fault." You poke him squarely in the chest, and he smiles at the gesture.

"Alright, where's this car trouble you were telling me about?"

You lead him over to the spacious garage.

You slip into the driver's seat and turn the key. The car gives a few revs, then falls back into silence. You do it again for good measure.

"Let me try," Aaron says, leaning through the window.

He reaches into the car, turning the key himself. Sure enough, it doesn't start.

"Does your dad keep a set of car tools around in here somewhere?" He looks around.

You roll your eyes. "I have a set. I might be young and beautiful and wealthy, and young, and wealthy, and beautiful," You emphasize the repeated words, giving him a pointed look. "-but I'm not completely incompetent."

"Of course not, honey," He coos soothingly. "Are they in the back?"

You nod.

He walks around your car, and you watch him go in the side mirror, enjoying your view of his cute little ass in those jeans.

You hear his typical high laughter as he finds the tool set. When he walks around to the driver's side again, you smile innocently.

"What?"

He nods for you to get out, and holds up your tool set.

"The Swarovski crystals are a nice touch," He laughs. "And the pink."

"What? I can't have a cute little tool set to go with my cute little car?"

He rolls his eyes at you, but his grin tells you it's not with any real menace.

You hop out of the car and open the hood, leaning in just enough that you know your shorts will be showing off your assets.

"It's hot," You mention innocuously, and pull off your tank top, tossing it aside without looking back at him.

You hear Hotch take a deep inhale from directly behind you. "It is," he replies.

When you turn around, he's taken his own shirt off. There's just a small patch of chest hair, but the droplets of sweat are just glowing. He's as fit as ever, and you can't help yourself, you reach out and touch his chest.

"What are you doing?" He murmurs. "What about the neighbours?"

You pull away then, and look from side to side. "Aaron, do you seriously think we're close enough to any other houses that anyone will be able to see anything? It's like your place," You say, starting to run your hands down his abdomen. "And I'm sure you remember all of the mischief we..."

"4th of July weekend," He finishes. "I remember."

"You normally don't need much convincing," You say softly. "Is everything okay?"

He nods. "I'm just focused on trying to fix your car so you can go to tennis later. I promise, if we had a bit more time, I'd be all over you."

You smile at that. "Do you have time?"

Aaron leans in and nips at your earlobe. "I would've invited you over today to catch up. I was trying to come up with an excuse," He kisses your neck, "-when you called."

You catch his jaw in your hand and glance at his lips until you're sure he's caught you looking. His lips part, and his breathing turns slow and deep. That's all the encouragement you need, and you kiss him.

Your lips are soft and slow against his own. Immediately, his hands settle on your hips, ever the gentleman, not wanting to go straight for your ass. He does, however, nudge your legs apart so he can slot his thigh between them.

Whining softly, you rub yourself against his thigh.

"Can I be honest?" You gasp as he angles his knee just right, sending hot pleasure through your veins.

"Go ahead," He says coolly.

"I broke the car just so I could watch you come and fix it," You whisper.

Aaron smiles at the fact that you were also trying to come up with some excuse to see him, then his expression lapses into one of sympathy. "Oh, baby. You could've just called. You know I'll come running."

You press your face into his neck, embarrassed by how desperate you were to see him. It wasn't the fact that you wanted him that worried you. Any reasonable person would want him. He was tall, handsome, and had a dick the size of Saturn. No, it was your need that worried you. The deep-seated longing that settled onto you like dust whenever you didn't see him. Sure, you'd been having a great time in New York, meeting people, buying art, hanging out with your best friends, but it was hollow without him. More than once you'd thought of calling him on the hotel phone, letting his deep, calm voice lull you to sleep. You always felt your best when you were around him, like he drew out your best attributes in the same way that a perfect wine would match the meal, note for note.

"You smell so good," You breathe. "I want you all over me."

"We should fix your car first, or call a tow truck. I don't want you to be stranded," He said, stroking your hair.

You shake your head, a small laugh passing your lips.

"It's not that serious. Watch."

You turn your attention to the hood, and after a few minutes, you're in the driver's seat, starting your car as normal.

Aaron quirked his brow at you. "How did you do that?"

"I disconnected the starter relay earlier," You call, then walk back over to Aaron so you can show him. You open the hood again, then show him the plastic box where you can remove the relay from.

"It even has a little diagram showing you how to take it out," You point out, laughing to yourself.

"Right," Aaron replies. "And where exactly would someone like you learn how to do that?"

"Someone like me goes to a lot of parties. Nothing convinces a bunch of wasted rich kids not to drive quite like not being able to start their Lambos."

You can tell the way that Aaron's looking at you, so you don't look over at him.

"Don't do that," You mumble.

"Do what?"

"Look at me like that. Don't give me brownie points just for not being a total asshole."

Aaron sighs lightly. "Okay. But for the record, I think saving lives like that is commendable. Even if they're just 'wasted rich kids'."

"Alright," You say, closing the hood, trying to lighten the mood. "Do you want anything? Lemonade, coke?"

"I'm never sure if you're offering soda or something I could get in trouble for," He teases, catching your hand in his own as he follows you up the stairs to the house.

"Well, I'm sure my dad does have coke in the study, but if you're only looking for trouble," You pause in front of the door, turning around with a wide smile and your arms raised. "I'm right here."

"What about the tennis?" Aaron's already running his hands over your chest, nudging you through the doorway, towards the pool.

You grin. "She'll just have to play singles."

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lavendermunson · 6 months

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˖ ⠀🎄 ݁ . leia’s christmas tree farm!

happy holidays to everyone! i wish you all so much happiness and love. i’m a pretty big fan of this month because i get to celebrate it big and i want you to join the party

i put together a list of prompts that will help me to make a blurb for either eddie or steve, there’s 13 of them because it’s my lucky number and tay’s so at the end you will have 13 blurbs from me before christmas!

the prompts:

Gingerbread eddie munson

Christmas lights steve harrington

Cards eddie munson

Ribbon steve harrington

Candles eddie munson

Gifts steve harrington

Angel steve and eddie

Red velvet steve harrington

Snow steve harrington

Scarf eddie munson

Bells eddie munson

Christmas tree eddie munson NEW!

Mistletoe steve harrington NEW!

stand alone:

i want you, bless my soul eddie munson

each one of them will have their content warnings

˖ ⠀🎅🏻 ݁ . but hey, it doesn’t end here. you can also request a gift from santa!!

send the magic word jingle bell + the name of the character + the theme or an au/song/movie for a moodboard. specify nsfw or fluff.

songs by: taylor swift, lana del rey, sabrina carpenter, artic monkeys or any christmas song.

movies: christmas [ love actually, the holiday, while you were sleeping, holidate, something from tiffany’s, last christmas, christmas land, christmas prince, let it snow] some romcoms [ 27 dresses, how to lose a man in ten days, laws of attraction, 10 things i hate about you, she is all that, the proposal, love actually, when harry met sally, 13 going on 30, pretty woman, nothing hill, cinderella story, pretty woman, made of honor, confessions of a shopaholic, nothing hill, princess diaries, love at first sight, the other zoey]

send the magic word candy cane + name of the character + the prompt for a blurb * as an extra you can add an au of your choosing. specify nsfw, smut, fluff, angst.

list of prompts for this event:

gift giving prompts

mistletoe adventures

scenarios + dialogues

au’s: rockstar!au, dad!au, mechanic!au, older!au, bestfriend!au, roommate!au, coworker!au, barista!au, baker!au, daddy!au, fwb!au – rockstar!reader, singer!reader, shy!reader, bookworm!reader, girly!reader.

please check my good ol’ request guidelines just in case

requests are closed!!

if you’d like to reblog this for boost i’ll appreciate, this is my first event i hope you have fun!!!! thank you for all the support 🩵🎄

dividers by @saradika

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neon-lights-and-glitter · 1 year

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Touring & Pregnancy Tests

Summary- Towards the end of the Come Home The Kids Miss You tour, you and Jack find out you're pregnant with baby number 3.

Word Count- 2.3k

A/N- it won’t let me add a picture and be on the tags so just ignore my not normal formatting 😂

Jack had 2 weeks of tour left and you couldn’t be more excited to go home. Usually, the end of tour was exciting and a celebration that everything everyone involved worked so hard for was officially coming to an end. That sometimes made it sad too, because it was coming to an end, this time for the past week you had become extremely nauseous and exhausted, falling asleep almost every chance you got, though being on tour with two young children that opportunity was rare. Jack had been extremely worried about you, which caused everyone else to be worried about you.

Jack was currently doing his soundcheck for the night and you were in his dressing room with Paisley and Olive who were laying with you on the couch watching a show on their iPad. You didn’t let them have a lot of screentime, but when Jack was on tour and they couldn’t bring all their toys, you let them have more. Plus, you would use it in special circumstances, and this was one of those times.

“Come in.” You called out as you heard a knock on the door. Neelam opened the door and walked inside.

“How are you feeling?” She asked you and you sighed softly.

“Like shit.” You said, luckily the girls were too distracted by their own conversation and tv show to notice you curse. “Did Jack have you come check on me?” You asked and Neelam laughed softly. Whenever Jack couldn’t be by your side, he made sure to send people to check on you.

“I’m sorry.” Neelam apologized. “And yeah, he did, he’s worried about you. We all are.” Neelam told you.

“I’ll be fine, I’m sure being all this traveling isn’t helping.” You said and she nodded.

“Paisley, Olive, do you want to come with me to watch your Dad?” Neelam asked them, getting their attention, they nodded excitedly, putting their iPad to the side, and running over to Neelam.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly at her as she took both girl’s hands.

“No problem, I love having Paisley and Olive time.” Neelam said, smiling at you before she led the girls to the side of the stage. Luckily for you and Jack, everyone on his team loved the girls and would watch them whenever you needed.

You were left alone for about 30 minutes, you wanted to take a nap, but you were too nauseous to sleep, plus a dressing room couch wasn’t the comfiest place to nap. Urban knocked on the door, waiting for you to tell him to come in before he opened the door.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Urban asked, walking over to the couch and sitting down next to you.

“I’m assuming Jack sent you too?” You joked. “Same as the past week.” You told him.

“What, I can’t care about my friend?” Urban teased. “But yes, he did.” Urban said and you both laughed softly.

“Can you go get me a pregnancy test?” You asked Urban. Before tour, you and Jack had been talking about having another baby and even started trying for a baby, but once tour had started and you got busy it was harder to focus on trying for a baby. It was still something you and Jack wanted though.

“I would but I feel like shit, and I don’t want to make Jack go get one before his show.” You added and Urban nodded.

“Yeah, I can. Though, maybe I should buy you condoms too since this is the second time, I’ve had to buy you a pregnancy test.” Urban teased, he loved Paisley and Olive, and he even teased you and Jack about having a third kid before you and Jack brought it up to each other in a serious manner, but he wouldn’t be your best friend if he didn’t tease you, even if he might have wanted you to have another kid almost as much as you and Jack did.

“Okay, that was one time. We both know if my parents knew I was buying a pregnancy test at 17 they would have never let me move to Atlanta with you two at 18.” You said and Urban laughed softly.

“Who said I wanted you to come with us.” Urban teased again.

“Oh, shut up.” You laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly. “I didn’t even think I was pregnant the first time, I just missed a birth control pill and wanted to be sure, and Jack didn’t want his parents finding out either.”

“I know, you told me all that when you both called me in a panic.” Urban joked. “But yes, I’ll go get you a pregnancy test, I just have to give you shit first.”

“I’d be concerned if you didn’t.” You laughed. “That’s why you’re my best friend.”

“I’ll be back, do you want anything else while I’m gone?” Urban asked and you thought for a second.

“Can you please bring me hot Cheetos and peanut butter?” You asked.

“I don’t even think I need to get a pregnancy test after those requests.” Urban teased.

“You’ve ate weirder things without being pregnant, plus I never said I was going to combine them.” You said.

“You’ve had some weird pregnancy cravings, it wouldn’t surprise me.”

“We don’t even know if I’m pregnant, and we won’t if you don’t leave to go get a pregnancy test.” You said and Urban held his hands up.

“Okay, okay, I’m going.” Urban said, both of you laughing before he walked out of the room, leaving you alone again.

You were able to take a short 20-minute nap before you woke up to Jack opening the door quietly.

“Did I wake you up?” Jack asked quietly, closing the door behind him.

“Yeah, it’s okay though. Where are the girls?” You asked.

“With Neelam still, she took them to go get snacks.” Jack told you and you nodded.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the hotel? Paise and Liv can stay with me, I’m sure someone will watch them during the show.” Jack said as you sat up so Jack could sit on the couch.

“I’m sure, I can make it a couple more hours.” You said and Jack nodded softly, laying on the couch before holding his arms out, signaling for you to lay with him, so you did, laying on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“As soon as the shows over we can go back to the hotel. Have you eaten anything yet?” Jack asked, knowing you had been throwing up all morning.

“I ate breakfast.” You told him. “Urban’s bringing me hot Cheetos and peanut butter. I also asked him to bring a pregnancy test.” You said.

“Wait, do you think you might be pregnant?” Jack asked excitedly.

“I don’t know, it’s a possibility, I mean I’ve been nauseous, exhausted, craving things.” You shrugged. “I don’t want to get our hopes up, but I could be.” You said and Jack smiled at you, kissing the top of your head.

“I could have gone and gotten the pregnancy test for you.” Jack told you, playing with the ends of your hair.

“I know you could have, but you have a show to focus on, and after your show’s over, some stores will be closed and the girls need to go to bed, so I’d rather just get it now that way I can take it tonight.” You explained and Jack nodded.

“Do you want to go back to sleep?” Jack asked and you nodded slightly.

“Just for a little bit.” You said and Jack nodded, rubbing your back softly.

“Sleep as long as you need to. I’ll be here.” Jack told you, kissing the top of your head again before you buried your head into his neck.

You fell back asleep, Jack pulling a random blanket over the two of you. Urban came into the room shortly after you fell asleep, dropping off a bag with your peanut butter, hot Cheetos, and a couple pregnancy tests. Jack ended up falling asleep after Urban had dropped everything off, the tiredness from preforming almost every night catching up to him.

You had both woken up by the time Urban was bringing the girls into the room.

“You have to be quiet, I think your mom is still asleep.” Urban told them and they nodded before walking into the room, but they were still kids and as soon as they walked into the room, they forgot to be quiet. Urban tried to remind them to be quiet before he saw you both awake.

“It’s okay.” You told him and he nodded. Olive walked over to you and Jack, climbing on the couch with you.

“Mommy still doesn’t feel good?” Olive asked and you shook your head.

“No, I still feel sick.” You told her and she pouted.

“I give cuddles, so you feel better?” Olive asked, knowing when she didn’t feel good, you and Jack cuddled her until she felt better.

“Of course, Liv.” You smiled softly at her as she cuddled with you.

“I want to join!” Paisley said, running over to the couch to join.

The four of you cuddled for a little while before Jack had to finish getting ready for his show. Once Jack finished his performance, you, Paisley, and Olive had watched from your designated spot on the side of the stage, you were on your way back to the hotel.

You put the girls to bed, you had managed to get an adjoining room, so they had their own room, but you left the door that connected to your and Jack’s room open.

“Do you think I should take one now or wait until the morning?” You asked Jack, taking one of the pregnancy tests out of the bag you had put on the table when you walked in.

“Take one now, you can always take one tomorrow if you need to.” Jack suggested and you nodded. You grabbed one of the boxes, reading the instructions before you took the test, setting it on the counter and starting a timer on your phone. You walked out of the bathroom, sitting down next to Jack.

“Well, in 5 minutes we’ll know if we’re having another baby.” You said, smiling softly as Jack wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to lay next to him.

“Do you think you are pregnant?” Jack asked, his hand already resting on your stomach.

“It’s a possibility but obviously I don’t know for sure, what do you think?” You asked Jack, tilting your head up to look at him.

“I hope so.” Jack smiled at you, kissing you softly. “You know, when we were teenagers, I never thought this would be how we spent tours, putting our children to bed after shows and taking pregnancy tests.” Jack said, laughing softly. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Jack reassured you.

“Really?” You asked Jack. “You don’t wish you got the normal tour experience you talked about before we had Paisley? The going out, parting with your friends, any of that?” Jack shook his head, his thumb rubbing your stomach gently.

“No, never. I’d much rather be raising our family with you.” Jack said. “I have the perfect life, I get to have a family with you and raise our girls, and I get to make music and perform shows. Both are something I wanted, but I never thought I would have at the same time. I wouldn’t ever change a thing.” Jack said and your eyes started watering.

“You’re going to make me cry.” You said, burying your face into Jack’s chest, Jack kissed your head and moved you, so you were laying on top of him.

“I love you.” Jack said, moving his hand to underneath your chin to tilt your head up, kissing you before he wiped the tears from underneath your eyes.

“I love you too, so much.” You said, kissing Jack once more before the timer on your phone went off. “Ready to go see if we’re having another baby?” You asked, you couldn’t help but let yourself get excited.

“Yeah, let’s go see if we’re going to be outnumbered soon.” Jack joked as you stood up, walking to the bathroom, him following right behind you.

“We have Urban, we’re already outnumbered.” You joked and Jack laughed.

“True, we have always said he was our first child.” Jack said and you laughed.

“Do you want to look or should I?” You asked as Jack leaned against the counter.

“We can look together?” He suggested and you nodded, moving the test so you could both see it. You took a deep breath as Jack wrapped an arm around your waist. Jack kissed the top of your shoulder before you flipped over the test.

Both of your eyes immediately went to the POSITIVE on the test.

“It’s positive.” Jack said, immediately smiling. You could hear the happiness in his voice.

“We’re having another baby.” You smiled, setting the pregnancy test down, Jack pulling you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing random kisses to your face, making you giggle. Jack laughed softly before kissing your lips.

“I love you, I can’t wait to be parents with you again.” Jack said, gently lifting you off the ground and turning so he could place you on the counter.

“I’m going to be honest, wasn’t sure it was going to be positive, but I’m so excited that it is.” You said. “I love you too.” You kissed Jack before both of you looked at the test again, almost to double check that it was still positive. Jack leaned down, pulling your shirt up slightly.

“We are so excited to meet you.” Jack said before kissing your stomach even though there wasn’t a bump yet.

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#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader

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slenbee · 4 months

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Common scams and you

Hello everyone!

I'm finally writing out the idea that has been floating around in my head for a while now, and I'm honestly surprised there's no videos on youtube (that I've found) that talk about the most common scams that are out there on the internet that you may encounter.

So! Let's start.

#1. Virus pop up scams.

These types of scams are based around inciting panic and fear in those that encounter them. They are generally encountered by mistyping a url in the search bar that then leads you to a web page containing a flashy visual alert (and sometimes audio alert) stating something like the following:

Your system is at risk! # Viruses found! Warning!

Your system has been compromised!

Viruses / Trojans found!

The majority of which then provide a phone number that scam victims would call to get the issue 'resolved.' Those who fall for this scam contact the call center seeking help, and those there- the scammers, lull their victims into a false sense of security that they'll solve the issue. They then have their victims download remote access software such as AnyDesk and UltraViewer.

These programs allow a user who connects complete and TOTAL CONTROL of your computer. They can view your screen, track what you type or click, not to mention they can lock it, and they can change the password, holding it at ransom. They can do pretty much ANYTHING as long as the software is installed. It runs in the background and they can monitor everything you do.

They will tell you that to get rid of the virus/'hack', you must pay a certain amount (usually between $300-$1k or more) for them to clean your computer and 'add an antivirus'.

They will tell you that you need to go to walmart/wallgreens to get gift cards. Or they will ask you to provide banking details so that they can steal your banking/login information to transfer money via zelle or other methods while under the control of the remote access application.

If you or anyone you know has made it to the installation part of this scam, make sure to disconnect the internet immediately and uninstall the program that they installed upon the computer.

This scam can ALSO happen to people on mobile. There are websites and apps configured to show that you've got a virus, and much like above, it will tell you that you need to call a phone number or download an app to get it resolved.

Clicking off the page / notification gets rid of it. There was never any virus to worry about. So don't worry too much if you see something like this while browsing the internet. Just try and be safe!

#2. E-Mail scams.

The most notorious of all of e-mail scams that I've encountered over the years are as follows:

Your <brand> anti-virus has expired. Click here to re-new!

You have been charged <huge amount> for <brand> anti-virus. If this is a mistake please call <phone number> to get this resolved.

You have received a PayPal invoice from <scammer name/brand> for <huge amount> please call <phone number>.

Much like the virus pop up scam, these scams follow a similar path when it comes to the end result. You call them, they have you install a remote access application, they tell you to pay x amount of money so they can install their 'anti-virus', and/or they do a fake 'scan' in the console, and likely install a real virus that harvests your information.

All in all, best to avoid it/delete the e-mail. No proper anti-virus is going to send you an e-mail telling you to call them. Nor are they going to charge you $300 for a 'renewal.'

As for the paypal invoice, just ignore it and check your actual paypal. If there's no invoice, there never was one in the first place. Flag it as trash and delete it.

#3 Phone scams.

These can be scary, especially if you've got a son, daughter, or relative who might live out of town.

Mom/Dad I lost my phone can you send me money for a new one?

Hey I'm with your kid and they're hurt/arrested/etc can you send me some money to pay the ambulance/bail/etc.

Your kid said I'd bring you these things and you'd pay me.

This is <name> from <fake business/tech support> on behalf of apple/microsoft to let you know your warranty has expired.

Sadly this means that your phone number has likely been leaked online somewhere, and scammers are now attempting to use it to get money from you. Best advice is to hang up and block the number immediately before calling your child/family member to make sure they're okay.

#4. Text Scams.

These are generally pretty easy to notice, and pretty easy to avoid, if you know what to look out for.

Any random number that texts you with something akin to the following, is a scam:

THIS IS <FAKE NAME> FROM THE UNITED STATES <FAKE COMPANY> TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU'VE WON <MILLIONS OF DOLLARS>. PLEASE FILL OUT THE FORM BELOW TO HAVE ACCESS TO YOUR WINNINGS.

Fedex has your package click this link to update your information.

UPS has failed to deliver your package. click this link to-

Hi <name that's not yours> are we set for our <event> next <day>?

<name not yours> I'm looking forward to <activity> next <day>. Are you going to be busy?

While links to scammy websites are easy to avoid, the last two might not be so easy to some people. Replying to them in any form puts you on a list of 'active numbers' for them to target. They will text you repeatedly with different prompts which all lead down the same line.

You say 'wrong number', they say 'this isn't <name>?' you say 'no' they say 'i'm so sorry i thought this was <name>' you say 'no problem' they say 'oh you're so kind want to be friends?' which then leads into 'i'm <fake name> from China/Singapore/<country> but I live in california/new york. I'm a fashion designer/investor/owner of a small company' and they send a fake picture of them which is likely stolen from somewhere online. They also ask for you to send them YOUR pictures. Don't do this.

End goal is for you to download WatsApp/Telegram to send them money and/or invest in fake crypto.

There are also text scams similar to those mentioned above where it's someone pretending to be a sugar mommy/daddy and they try to get you to spend time and hook up with them. They ask you to pay a 'fee' so they know you're 'legit' or something which, of course, is just a way to get you to send them money.

#5. Facebook Scams.

These are rather new, but once you know the signs, you'll know how to avoid them.

When buying/selling something on facebook, if someone says they can't pick it up but <brother/sister/cousin> can and they ask if you take cashapp, zelle, etc, it's a scam.

If you or someone you know who is older/elderly is contacted by someone who's in the military/ex-military/ex-cia/ex-fbi etc and they flood your DM's with affection and kindness and lots of love and attention in an effort to get you in a relationship with them, this is known as a romance scam.

They will ask for money to 'get a new phone' or 'to send pictures because my camera is broken.' or to 'buy a plane ticket to come see you'. It's a scam, a big scam, and a lot of elderly people have been scammed out of a lot of money because of it. They will call you and talk to you and say they love you and all that kissy kissy mwah junk just to build trust so they can try and get money.

It's not real. As sad as that is to say, all these people are after is money.

If you know anyone who might be in any of these situations, PLEASE try and talk some sense into them. Especially if they've sent large amounts of money to someone over the internet. Google is your best friend, and there is information out there for people who want to find it.

All in all, just make sure you're careful in who you trust.

#6. Discord/Steam Scams.

These can be less obvious to those who aren't tech savvy, but once you know the signs they're hard to miss.

Anyone who randomly DM's you about beta-testing their 'new game' is trying to get you to click a link that leads to a website containing an application that contains a virus. This will harvest your information and give the hacker access to everything on your computer.

Anyone who randomly DM's you saying that they found 'compromising photos/information of you online' most likely will try to get you to click a virus link that will infect your computer.

Anyone who randomly DM's you saying they 'reported you to the discord/steam admins' for something inappropriate/illegal will try to get you to contact their 'friend' who is a 'discord/steam admin' to get it resolved.

This will either involve them sending you a virus link or trying to get you to send them money/gift cards to get the issue 'resolved.' They will also sometimes send you to a legit looking steam page which is fake and will harvest your steam login data.

Again, these are easy to notice once you know the signs. Just note that sometimes your friends might send you messages like these or ask for money, which in that case their account was likely compromised/hacked. Make sure to report them so that discord/steam can help get the account back in the right hands.

I know I've likely forgotten some other types of scams but for now these are the most common that people should keep an eye out and look for.

Protect yourself and protect others!

#scams #scam awareness #please boost #tax season is coming so they'll be trying hard for that money

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fluentisonus · 11 months

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Hello, sorry if you’ve already said this before, but where are you finding your folk songs? like a specific book or website? (i’m always looking to expand my collection and i have never heard of long lankin before)

thanks in advance :D

Hey!!

So originally I just got folk songs from ones I heard growing up, because my dad was fond of folk music & played me a number of bands I'm still fond of. A lot of ones I come across now are still basically from rabbit holes of songs I fell down with these.

However! If you're looking for more thorough catalogues of folk songs, the main ones you come across are:

Child Ballads -- These are only ballads. They were collected by Francis James Child in the 19th century, and they're all numbered, so if you've seen songs mentioned as like "Child 93" that's why, especially because a lot of these songs don't have consistent names. They're primarily collected in his 5 Volume book The English and Scottish Popular Ballads (Vol. 1, Vol. 2, Vol. 3, Vol. 4, Vol. 5), linked there to where you can read it for free. The great thing about these is it will list all the variations of the songs he found as well as where he found them, with a little scholarly discussion of the song and its history on each. As someone that loves like. the process of transmission & the context of songs this is very appealing to me personally. It is old fashioned in its scholarship etc though.

Roud Folk Song Index -- This is a Much larger more modern index of songs: for comparison there are only 305 child ballads, whereas the Roud Index has nearly 25,000 songs (including all the Child ones). These also have numbers, so you'll often see something like "Child 93; Roud 6" where they overlap, or "Roud 2989" where they don't. Obviously because it's so big there's no book for them all, and likewise not as much commentary on individual songs. You can search them by number here, or by subject (!!!) here. The fact that this index exists is really cool, and especially that you can search it like that, although sometimes I find it a bit hard to get what I want, or have it layed out as clearly as in Child, I think just because it's so big.

This isn't really a major index like Child and Roud so you won't get it cited anywhere, but Mainly Norfolk is an index of folk songs mainly focusing on more modern recordings of the songs and their different variations. So for example you'll get a page for a songs and it'll tell you all the bands that have recorded it, and the differences in their lyrics, and what they said about the song on the back of the CD, etc. Which is fun for me particularly because I'm often accessing them through having listened to modern recordings and I'm curious about that.

You can also find various collections of broadsides and things (Roud includes a lot of broadsides I believe but if you want to look at them specifically), one of my favorites is the Bodleian Libraries online collection, which even has images of a lot of them I believe. This is fun if you like print sources.

And then a lot of these I'm just searching in Youtube as well, haha. You never know what old man recording a song he heard from his grandmother with 10 views and 2 likes you might find.

I hope this was helpful & answered the question! I will say I don't have any sort of expertise in this, it's entirely based on me just fooling around, so if anyone more knowledgeable than me has anything to add or any corrections to make feel free!

#thoughts #ask #anon

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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My little love

Steve and reader’s friendship

Pairing: Steve x enhanced!reader (platonic)

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of guns, mentions of injuries

A/N: no one asked for this but I wanted to show reader and Steve’s friendship from the beginning until after Steve finds Bucky. In this series civil war never happened but I did take some inspiration from it and from CA:TWS. Also I can’t remember if I’ve answered questions about their friendship but this is canon for this series

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You were doing everything possible to stop your leg from bouncing but truth be told you were a nervous wreck. Just out of being considered a newbie and already the director of Shield had called you up to his office. There was no way you had done anything wrong, you hadn’t even started your first official day as a full fledged agent yet.

His secretary had given you the go ahead to walk into his office. At the door you take a deep breath and knock, walking in once you hear someone say come in. You were sure you were screwed. Not only did you have to meet Director Fury, you were now face to face with Steve Rogers. He seemed to be just as confused as you were about the whole ordeal but at least he gave you a small reassuring smile.

“Steve Rogers.” He says as he holds out a hand for you to shake.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Pleasure to meet you sir.”

It totally felt weird to call someone that looked your age sir but you really weren’t sure what the protocol was.

“You know you should be introducing yourself with your agent number and not your name, right?”

“I don’t have an agent number yet sir.” You turned to look at Fury. “I’m supposed to get that information tomorrow.”

“Well it really won’t matter anyways. Please take a seat. The reason I called you here is because I want you to work with Captain Rogers. We have a few assignments that I think you would be suitable for.”

“Me?” You look between fury and Steve but Steve looks just as confused.

“I’m sorry but if she hasn’t even had a day in the field I don’t think this should be her first mission.”

“Y/L/N graduated top of her class with a degree in nursing and she was also top of her class during Shield training. Add to that that she took extra courses in combat medicine. I think she’s qualified enough to go on this mission.”

“Why join shield if you have a nursing degree?” Steve had turns to look at you.

“Why fake the information on your enlistment forms?”

Steve chuckles and holds his hands up in surrender. “Didn’t mean to offend, it's just that being a nurse is a way to help already.”

“Yeah but it’s too late by then. The damage has been done but by being an agent I can try and be in the field to either stop the bad guys or save a life.” You turn back to look at Fury. “I’d very much like to be part of whatever mission this is.”

“Good because I wasn't going to give you much of an option. I’m giving you five days to make any arrangements you need since you’ll be working out of the D.C. office, both of you.”

Fury gives you a file and dismisses you but asks Steve to stay behind. With a quick goodbye you’re gone.

It only takes you two days and some help from your dad to get packed up so that you can leave New York.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shield had been kind enough to set you up in an already furnished apartment. It was very basic but you were still grateful. Moving all your belongings up to the third floor however was the worst since it was only you.

“Hey neighbor.” You heard as you grabbed another box from the trunk of your car.

“Captain Rogers, hi. I didn’t know you lived here.”

“Please just call me Steve and I live a block down. I was just walking around getting a feel for the neighborhood. Need help bringing stuff in?”

You looked at your still almost fully loaded car and back at him. “I don’t want to bother you.”

“It’s not a problem. I don’t really have anything to do. Which are your heavier things?”

You pointed out the boxes that had books and other things that would be more difficult for you to carry alone and he grabbed them as if you’d filled them with pillows.

“Third floor, second door on the right.”

Steve smiled and nodded as he took up two boxes.

“That is not fucking fair.” You muttered.

Steve was fast, he managed to bring up a few of the boxes before being called away to Shield. You promised to thank him with pizza and beer when you had a chance and then he was gone. Steve helping you gave you some extra time to unpack so that you could also get familiar with the neighborhood.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The first mission you had been assigned to was ready to go. You got to the jet earlier just to make sure you had all the supplies you’d need in case of an emergency. The pilot arrived shortly after followed by Steve who seemed surprised to see you there so early.

“You know we don’t leave for another thirty minutes.”

“I know but I wanted to make sure we were fully stocked on medical supplies. Everyone always makes sure there is enough ammo to go around but never gauze. How have you been?”

“Good. Sorry again I had to leave so quickly the other day. Did you get settled in alright?” Steve said as he took a seat next to you.

“Yeah, I really appreciate the help. I would have been there all day.”

“S’no problem. Are you ready for your first official mission?”

“A bit nervous but I’m good.”

A quiet settles between the both of you as you watch him look over the file in his hand.

“How are you coping with everything?”

“It’s alright. The internet is very helpful. Can’t complain about the food and-“

“Bullshit,” you look up at Steve “I can’t really understand what it must be like for you but I know I’d be having a hard time if I woke up in a different century and not knowing anyone. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but just know that I’m here for you if you need to talk or just not be alone. I know plenty of how it feels to be lonely.”

He nods but his eyes are distant like he was thinking of something else. The rest of the team walks in and takes their seats. You and Steve don’t really talk for the rest of the flight unless it has to do with the mission.

It was a successful mission and no one needed any major medical attention. Once you showered and changed in the Shield locker room you headed out in order to debrief before going home to rest. You saw Steve hanging out by the elevators with two cups of coffee.

“Does that even affect you?” You asked once you got closer.

“No, I just like the flavor.”

“I swear if you say it’s just black coffee with no sugar or anything I’ll ask for a transfer out of your team.”

“Why?” Steve asks with a chuckle.

“Because it means you’re obviously unhinged.”

He throws his head back while he laughs.

“Don’t worry it has cream and sugar. This is for you. I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I just got a caramel latte. The girl at the counter said it was a safe choice.”

“Thank you, I do love caramel.” You say before taking a sip and stepping into the elevator. Both of you are just watching the numbers change.

“You’re right, you know.”

“I usually am. About what?” You look at him.

“Having a hard time since I woke up. Everyone I know is either dead or dying. I have no friends or family and on top of that there are seventy years worth of things I’ve missed out on.”

“I’m sorry you went through that, Steve. I know we just met and we barely know each other but I stand by what I said, I’m here for you.” You stick your hand in your bag and search around until you pull out a small red notebook and a pen. You hold it out for him to take.

“What’s this?”

“Well you just said there were seventy years worth of things you’ve missed out on. So write down things you’re not sure of or suggestions you get and we can go through the list together. I’ll help you.”

“Thank you.” He smiles and this time it’s genuine.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You should teach me Morse code.”

Steve stops hitting the punching bag and his head snaps in your direction. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stares at you.

“Nice hair cut by the way, it’s about time.”

“Thanks and why do you want to learn Morse code?”

“Because I think it could be useful in a mission.”

“Why don’t you use the google?”

“Steve, you don’t have to say ‘the’ anytime you talk about google.” You try really hard not to laugh but it’s honestly endearing when he shows his age. “You just say ‘why don’t you google it?’”

“Ok, why don’t you google it?”

“Why google it when I have a World War Two veteran right in front of me. Come on, it will be fun.”

“Why do you really want to learn how to use Morse code?” He says as he unwraps his hands.

“I wanna talk shit about the other agents that get assigned to us.”

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose but can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up.

“Anyways, I have to go restock my medical kit. Oh and we should totally watch Shrek tonight.”

“That’s the one with the ogre and donkey right?”

“Yup. See you later.”

“Bye.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘I hate Rumlow.’

You tapped your finger against your knee. It didn’t take long for you to pick up Morse code and any time you used it Steve regretted ever teaching you. Steve tried to act like he didn’t see your message but couldn’t help the shake of his head in disapproval.

‘I don’t trust him.” You tapped away. Ever since meeting him and the Strike team your gut told you they were bad news. Still, Steve had to give them a chance since they had been assigned by shield. He looked from you to the leader of the strike team trying to figure out what it was that you didn’t like about him.

‘Why?”

‘Gut feeling.”

Steve raised a brow and you shrugged in response. The pilot of the jet announced you were close to landing so Steve stood, shield in hand. He gave out orders and broke the team up.

“Y/L/N, I’ll need you on the field with me on this one.”

“You got it Cap.” You double checked your weapons and as soon as the jet landed you were out.

The mission was going smoothly. At a certain point you and Steve split up as you searched for any other person that was being held against their will. When the building had been cleared out you were instructed to go back to your designated meeting point with Steve. With quiet steps you head back, still on high alert in case you missed anything. You freeze when you turn the corner, Steve has his back to you and Rumlow. The latter has a gun pointed at the back of Steve’s head and he wasn’t wearing his cowl. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Rumlow moved his finger to the trigger. Your eyes narrow in his direction and the gun flies towards his face, effectively breaking his nose.

“Ah, fuck.” Rumlow holds his nose as blood trickles down his gloved hand.

“What happened?”

“What’s going on? I heard someone yell.” You walked out of your hiding place acting as if you’d just come upon the scene.

“Probably a broken nose. Could you take a look at it?” Steve asked, he knew if it were up to you Rumlow or anyone on the strike team wouldn’t get medical attention.

“Sure thing, Cap.”

You walk over to Rumlow as the rest of the team trickles in. He let his hands fall so that you could inspect the damage but his eyes were on Steve. Now you were sure Rumlow had it out for Steve, you just didn’t know why.

“I’m just gonna...” You murmur and then you snap it in place. Rumlow yelps in pain and when he looks at you with rage filled eyes he’s met with a hard glare. A sense of understanding that you had seen him point his gun at Steve passed over his eyes. He muttered a thanks and left to get with his team. Low murmur ls between him and his right hand.

“Everything ok?” Steve asked as he stopped in front of you.

“Just peachy. Are we good to go?”

“Just waiting on the last of the team. Are you sure everything is ok?”

“Yeah, dinner after the debrief?”

“Always.” Steve smiles.

******

“So what’s really bothering you? You’ve been in a mood since the mission.” Steve asked as he fixed himself a second plate of food.

“Do you trust me?”

Steve stopped what he was doing to look at you. It was a loaded question. But if he really thought about it you’d never done anything against him. You’d been there for him practically since the moment you’d met.

“Of course. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Because what I’m going to tell you is going to sound like I have it out for Rumlow but it’s the truth and I need you to believe me. When I was heading back to the meeting spot I saw him pointing his gun at you. He was about to shoot you when-“ you stopped yourself from revealing your abilities.

“When what?”

“When he hurt his nose. He has it out for you and I’m not sure if it was a direct order or if it’s personal but you have to watch your back around him.”

“Y/N, come on you can’t be serious?”

“Does it look like I’m joking? Steve I’m just saying that be careful around him. You’re my best friend. I wouldn't want to see you hurt. Even if you can heal quickly I don’t think you can bounce back from a bullet to the head.”

“I’m your best friend?” He smiles brightly at you. As if that’s the best piece of news he’s heard recently.

“Don’t push it. But yes you are.”

His eyes softened and so did his smile. “You’re mine too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You sat curled up on the couch. The tears had barely dried but the ache in your chest was still as strong as ever. Your phone had been going off with messages but you couldn’t be bothered. There was a pounding at the door but you couldn’t be bothered to move.

“Y/N is everything ok?” Steve’s voice filled the otherwise quiet living room. “I can hear you in there. I’m going to use my key.” The lock clicks and the door opens. With cautious steps he makes his way into your apartment. The lights were out and only the street lights were illuminating the living room.

You don’t acknowledge him until he sits down next to you.

“What happened? Did someone hurt you?”

You nodded and Steve got up, pacing back and forth as he tried to calm the rage he suddenly felt at the thought of you being hurt.

“Tell me who it was and I’ll take care of them.”

You finally looked up at him with red rimmed and puffy eyes. He kneeled in front of you.

“It was my family. I went out for a run this morning and I ran into them. Turns out they’d been here a few days on vacation. When I asked why they hadn’t called to meet up, my mom said she didn’t want to waste their time.” You sniffled as you wiped away tears. “When I got back my dad was here, he got in today and his first stop was coming to see me.”

“I’m so sorry Y/N.”

Steve pulled you into a hug and rubbed soothing circles on your back while you cried into his shoulder.

“I’ll never understand why she hates me so much. And then my siblings hate me because of her too. The only one that’s ever been there for me is my dad.”

“I can find someone to kick her ass for you, if you want.”

You laughed for the first time that day. A smile still on your lips when you pulled back to look at him.

“You’d be willing to put a hit on my mom?”

“You’re my best friend and I don’t like seeing you hurt. So if that's what I have to do I will.”

“You know everyone thinks you’re such a goody two shoes but really you’re the most dangerous person in the world.” You say with a laugh.

“Alright, let’s order some take out and watch something. How about the golden girls? You’re always talking about that show.”

“That sounds perfect. Thank you Steve.”

“What are friends for?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“How do I tell someone that I’m not interested without sounding mean?” Steve asked as he sat down on one of your extra chairs in your small office. “I never know how to approach this subject nowadays.”

“Why do you want to turn them down?”

“I’m barely learning how to use a computer, I’m not ready to start dating yet.”

“But you’d like to eventually?” You ask, looking up from the reports you were filling out. “Have you thought of dating, getting a girlfriend… or boyfriend. Maybe having a family one day.”

He sighs as he thinks about it. “I used to want a family with two, maybe three kids and a wife. But that man died in the ice the day that plane went down. Now I’m not so sure what I want.”

“Ok. You don’t have to date to find a serious relationship, maybe you can just date and meet new people and just get out there. You could have some fun.” You give him a small encouraging smile but he just shakes his head. “If you’re not ready that’s fine too.”

“Do you want a family?”

“I’ve thought about it. I used to when I was younger. Get married and have a few kids but now I’m not so sure.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug your shoulders. “I think I wouldn’t be a good mom.”

“Yeah right.” Steve scoffs. “You’d be a great mom, I just know it.”

“And you’d be a great dad. So how about neither of us give up on that dream.”

“Fine, but I still don’t want to date this person. She’s coming on a little too strong.”

“Give me a name and I’ll handle it.”

“Lauren from legal.”

“You owe me one.” You say of your shoulder as you walk out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hello?” You say as you answer the phone.

“Are you almost here?”

“Where is here, Steve? I’m at home. Did we make plans and I forgot?”

“No, we’re headed out on a mission. To rescue some civilians. I thought they’d want a medic on the team.”

“I wasn’t called for a mission. Who else is going?” Dread pooled in your belly. It wasn’t the first time you’d been sent on a separate mission but something didn’t feel right about this.

“The strike team and Romanoff.”

“Steve-“

“I know, I’ll be careful. See ya when I get back.”

You stayed awake until he finally called you saying he was headed back to Shield.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve was overwhelmed and worried. When he called to check up on you after almost being killed at the bunker you didn’t answer. The only other person he could trust was Sam Wilson, who he’d met a few days prior.

Now he was handcuffed along with Sam and Nat and they were being driven who knows where. He was still reeling from finding out that Bucky was very much alive and he still didn’t know where you were.

Behind the guard’s suit you were itching to reveal that you were ok. You hadn’t gotten a chance to call Steve back before you were attacked in your apartment. Maria Hill had been the one to help you get out. At the right moment you attacked the guard sitting next to you. Steve, Nat and who you would later learn was Sam looked at you in confusion until you took off the helmet.

You smile smugly at Steve and he rolls his eyes.

“Don’t say it.”

“I told you so.”

You both say at the same time.

“You must be Y/N.” Nat says as she eyes you up and down.

“The one and only.” You pull keys out of your pocket. “Now, how about we get out of here?”

******

As soon as you got out of the SUV you started to lead Steve, Nat and Sam toward what looked like an abandoned building. You could feel the anxiousness roll off in waves from Steve like he needed to get something off of his chest. The others kept walking but you slowed your pace and Steve followed suit. You came to a stop just before the entrance to a large room.

“What’s going on?” You ask him as you cross your arms.

“Where do I start? I sacrificed myself for nothing, hydra is still going strong and hidden within Shield. I don’t know who to trust. And the winter soldier…”

“What about him?”

“The winter soldier is Bucky.” He said with teary eyes. “I thought he died but hydra has been using him to do their bidding.”

“Bucky as in your best friend from childhood?”

Steve just nods.

“Oh fuck.” You look up at Steve. It’s true you haven’t known him that long but you know him well enough. “You’re going to save him.” You state.

“I have to at least try. I hope he can be saved.”

“Then we’ll figure it out together. But you need to get in here because we have a lot to plan.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Two of the three helicarriers had been taken care of. The scene was total chaos as you made your way to the last one where Steve was. In the belly of the ship you found Steve and Bucky fighting it out. Bucky was over a very beaten Steve. You knew that one or two more blows could be it for him. With some quick thinking you got Bucky’s attention to give Steve enough time to get up and regroup.

The winter soldier walked toward you. Every step felt more intimidating than the last. You knew what strength with the serum could do but you’d never seen it so unrestrained before. When he reaches you his left hand wraps around your neck. You wrap a hand around his wrist in order to maintain control of the grip he has on you, then you kick him in his stomach. It does nothing. The winter soldier is an immovable force. Steve is standing behind him now and he gets the soldier’s attention with a hit. The soldier tosses you to the side but with most of the glass floor broken you fall through. You hear Steve yelling your name before you manage to lift a piece of metal debris to hang on to. If it weren’t for that you would have probably been dead in the water.

When you resurface you make out the winter soldier pulling an unconscious Steve out of the water. With the little energy you have left you swim as fast as you can. Once on shore you run to where Steve is lying, the winter soldier already turned his back on his friend.

~~~~~~~~~~

The minute Steve had been called back to New York, and the avengers specifically, he brought you along with him. He said he wouldn’t leave you behind and that the team could use a medic. You had been invited to a party after a successful mission and it was the way of introducing you and Sam to the team. As the night wound down it was only the team. You were sitting on the floor resting your back against the couch Steve was sitting on.

“So Y/L/N, Capsicle speaks very highly of you. Do you think you can keep up with the team?” Tony had asked you.

“If I can keep up with this one, I can keep up with anyone.” You patted Steve’s knee, something you never did.

“Are you drunk?”

“No, just tipsy. I still have to go home in a bit.”

“Nonsense, we have spare rooms.”

“Awesome.”

“Tell us Lady Y/N, how did you and our captain become friends?”

“I called him out on his bullshit, sparky.”

“How so?” Thor asked uncaring of the nickname Clint and Tony found hilarious.

“Oh on our first mission I asked him how he was adjusting and he gave some crappy excuse about the internet being so helpful and whatever. So I was like ‘bullshit’ and after the mission we talked and it’s been a rollercoaster ever since.”

Steve was going to say something but was stopped by some robot walking into the room. Everyone sobered up quickly once it stopped talking and attacked the group. Steve of course grabbed you to keep you safe. Robots were flying around and so were bullets and glass. From somewhere Clint calls out for Steve and throws him the shield and a gun for you.

Steve throws the shield but it somehow gets stuck in the body of a robot who’s running toward the now broken window to leave. You see it and without much thought bring your hand up and pull the shield back using your ability. Once the gun has run out of bullets you rely on your ability to fight off the remaining robots.

You watch Thor fly away to follow the rest of them and the room is dead quiet. Tony and Bruce leave and head toward the lab. Maria, Clint and Nat head to clean up the small cuts they have from the flying glass and leave you alone with Steve. He stares at his shield and then up at you. He watches you check your arms and legs for any cuts.

“When were you going to tell me?” He asked, sounding more hurt than angry.

“Steve I-“

“Don’t give me excuses. What, are you some hydra experiment? Was I your mission and when you didn’t succeed they sent Bucky after me?”

“I was born like this.” You said in a very small voice. “Only my family knows.”

“And what you couldn’t trust me enough to tell me?”

“I was scared that you’d see me as a freak too. You’re the first friend I’ve had in a really long time and I was scared you’d hate me or something.”

“You doubted our friendship even after all this time?” Steve put his hands on his hips. “Maybe we didn’t know each other as well as we thought. Do you really think I’d change my mind about you?”

“I thought that maybe you’d think I was trying to get on the avengers or something. That was never the intention, I didn’t want to feel alone and then we met and I knew you felt the same way. Trust me I wanted to tell you every single time we hung out but I was always made to feel ashamed by this. I’ve been the black sheep of my family all of my life. Getting into shield and then working with you was the first time that I felt free and I knew who I was. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Steve studies your face for a moment and then nods.

“I’ll go.” You say quietly and head to the elevator.

Halfway down the elevator stops and begins to ascend, opening on a floor you hadn’t seen before. Nat is waiting for you when the doors open.

“We could use your help. Especially with your telekinetic abilities.”

“It’s not telekinesis. I can just manipulate metal.” You clarify as you follow her into a lab where an argument is happening. Steve looks over to see you walking in and immediately shakes his head.

“She isn’t coming with us.”

It hurt but you understood he didn’t trust you. At least that’s what you thought.

“Why not? We could use the help.”

“I’m not putting her in danger just because you went behind our backs and created this mess, Tony.”

“It’s ok, I'd like to help. I’ll stay back as medical unless absolutely necessary.”

The mission had been much more intense than anything you had been involved with before. At the end of it though you had earned your place amongst the Avengers, even if Steve was not really talking to you at the moment. Saw a young woman lose the last family she had left and were able to save countless lives and a city from being completely destroyed.

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There was a knock at your door. It was strange because you weren’t expecting anyone, in fact you were about to leave. So you were surprised to see Steve standing there with a sheepish look on his face. Silently you invite him in and he looks around the apartment. It was barely decorated and then he spotted the small duffel bag.

“Are you going somewhere?” He asks.

“Europe.”

“What? Why are you going to Europe?”

“I spoke with Sam earlier, he thinks he’s close to finding Bucky and I’m going to back him up.” You say as you grab the bag. “I was heading to the airport now.”

“Are you sure you want to do that? The compound is ready and there is an apartment and a place for you on the team. We all agreed that we need you.”

“Is there still a place for me as your friend?” You look up at him. “Even though I didn’t tell you the truth.”

“Of course there is. I’ve been thinking and I understand why you didn’t say anything.”

You smile and hug him, a hug which he returns. “Good because I missed you. So as your friend and as Sam’s friend I need to go to Europe first and help bring Bucky in. He can't harm himself or others if I can hold him back by his arm.”

“That’s how you did it in the helicarrier?”

“Yup. He couldn’t snap my neck because I was controlling his arm. Also I was the one who broke Rumlow’s nose the day I told you he was pointing the gun at you.”

Steve smiled and shook his head. “Thank you, for everything.”

“No worries, what are friends for?”

~~~~~~~~~~~

You had found Bucky after months of searching. It was partially a coincidence that you did. Sam wanted to follow one lead but you wanted one more day in Romania. You headed toward the market and you thought you saw him, so you immediately messaged Sam. After a few days of surveillance you were sure it was Bucky. Sam made the call and Steve was on his way within minutes.

“Thank you both so much for this.” Steve said the minute he got to the meeting point. He wore a baseball cap and sunglasses. “I know it hasn’t been easy to be away from home for this long. I’ll never-“

“We get it, we're awesome. Now give me a hug and tell me you missed me.”

“I missed you so much.” Steve pulls you in for a bone crushing hug. “I do come bearing gifts.”

He leads you to the car he was using and opens up the trunk. There are two suitcases. They contain both yours and Sam’s new suits. It was just in time too because Bucky would be framed for setting off a bomb in another country so the three of you had to get to him before he ran again.

~~~~~~~~

You woke up with a start, half panicked and half confused. There was beeping that was going crazy and you blinked a few times trying to focus.

“Hey, you’re ok. We’re in a hospital. You’re safe.” Sam said calmly as he stood beside your bed. “Can you take a deep breath for me?”

You nod before laying back down and taking a few deep breaths to calm down. Sam offers you a cup with water and you drink it greedily.

“Are you-“ you cough. “Ok?”

“Dislocated shoulder, a few cuts here and there and some cracked ribs.”

“Nice. I feel like shit.”

“You look like it too.” He says laughing when you glare at him.

“So this is what I get for saving your ass, Wilson?”

The door to the hospital room opens, revealing Steve. He was beaten and bruised but looked relieved.

“When did you wake up?”

“Like two minutes ago. So what happened?”

“Bucky is in Wakanda. King T’Challa offered his help to try and deprogram him. We just won’t know how long it’ll take.” He said, sounding a little discouraged.

You extended your hand for him to take while Sam excused himself to go get a nurse. Steve sat on the bed next to you and took your hand.

“At least now you know where he is and that he’s safe. I bet you can go visit whenever you want.”

“No, Bucky decided to go back into a cryogenic chamber until Princess Shuri can figure out how to help him. For all we know it could take years or decades.”

“But we don’t know that. It could be six months. Look at the bright sight. Now you have your best friend back.”

“Yeah but I almost lost my other best friend because of it.” He squeezed your hand.

“But you didn’t, so don’t feel guilty about something that didn’t happen.”

Steve gave you a single nod but looked unconvinced by your words.

“Do you think Bucky and I could be friends someday?”

“Yeah, I think he’ll like you a lot.” Steve smiles.

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doodlegirl1998 · 8 months

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Hey, I was thinking about Endy and how his motivations don´t make sense(don´t make sense-a nice phrase, to sum up this manga) its how...if he wants to be the #1 so much...why he never applies himself and tried to be charmer or likable than AM?

I know. Not everyone is good with people.

But why Hori made him an abuser?

Think this way: Imagine you want a job very much, you study and practice for this big interview and once arriving, it is said all you need to do to get the job is to be friendly. Would you give up bc of that? Bc Endy sure did.

I was thinking how the abuser plotline serves for nothing. But imagine this, Endy wants to be the #1 to get acess of more ressources and find Dabi bc he knows he is alive...and if you want to add a bit of drama. Endy neglects his family(not forgetting neglect is a form of abuse but like its better than what canon gives us) and it would make sense. Endy is doing everything to reach this spot with Dabi in mind.

And Dabi will be pleased knowing he has his dad´s attention.

Its just strange how Endy never even tried to be friendly...and went to abuse his family. And if he wants to lifethrough Shoto...look, Shoto could get #2 as well. We don´t know how the ranking works...but I guess you need to be stronger and charismatic....

Which if true, makes me worry for more ways Hori can shit on Izu.

Hi @mikeellee 👋,

In my opinion, Hori could have gone two ways with Endeavor to make him make more sense as a 'symbol of corrupt heroics.'

"The Wolf in Sheep clothing" route, where he puts on a massive friendly smile for the cameras and is a lovely guy for the public - only to be full abusive at home. To have a "secret" quirk marriage, to drive Rei and Dabi insane, to make Shoto his 'masterpiece'... Etc. This route would make it more likely more people would be disbelieving at Endeav being a POS because they bought a lie and sow the distrust in heroics more because how many others are pretending to be good but aren't?

Or the "Neglectful workaholic Dad" route. This would be the route to go down if Endeav redemption is planned. Because it's easier to forgive someone who was inadvertently neglectful and focused on their job rather than...what we got in canon. Bonus if this got worse after Touya died and he pours funding into charities that help those whose quirks doesn't suit their bodies.

I'm also thinking of how Endeav, in canon, shot himself in the foot by being laser focused on the power of his and Shoto's quirk.

If he and Shoto needs charm and charisma to be a high ranking Hero then isolating Shoto and deliberately keeping him from interacting with others only stunted his charisma / social growth and made it less likely he would reach number one.

So not only was Endeav an abuser, he was a fucking idiot...

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awkwardlyfangirly · 2 years

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Love your dad Donnie fics!! Can we get a Leo x Pregnant reader fic please?? ;u; if you wouldn’t mind? 🌸✨

aww thank you!!

i know it took a while, thank you for your patience :')) but HERE'S THE FIC FOR YA

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Leonardo x pregnant female reader ~ I'm no pregnancy expert,, please bear with any inaccuracies lolol

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“Snuffalupugus,” Leo says.

You wrinkle your nose. “Snuffalupugus? Isn’t that the wooly mammoth from Sesame Street?”

He chuckles a bit.

“Leo! This is a serious thing! We’re NOT naming our baby Snuffalupugus.”

“I am being serious,” he huffs, rolling his eyes and nuzzling closer to you. “Snuffalupugus.”

You sigh and continue scrolling through the list of baby names you’d found online.

“If we’d decided to check the gender it would really really help with narrowing down the number of names we have to sort through,” you grumble, tapping your fingers against the phone case. “Uh. Maxine?”

“Maxine?” He laughs.

“Leo, we don’t need commentary! Yes or no?”

“Okay, okay! No!” He presses his face into the back of your shoulder. “You alright? You seem a bit --”

“I’m fine,” you snap.

“Wow. Okay.”

You’re laying in bed together, trying to choose a name for your baby. You’ve shoved all of the sheets off of your body and Leo has gladly stolen them; you’re laying on your left side with a pillow supporting your swollen belly and your husband trying to spoon you from the back.

You’re hot. You’re sweaty. You’re uncomfortable. Your belly is full of child and the child is making its presence known.

“Get off,” you growl at Leo.

The baby tugs at the edges of your uterus. You want to scream.

Leo scoots away from you and you growl again.

“What?? What?? I’m backing away!”

“No, no, that wasn’t at you, that was at this -- this BABY --”

It kicks again.

“It won’t settle down,” you hiss, and the baby kicks you again. “It. Won’t. Settle. Down. The past six days, Leo. Kicking. And Kicking. And Kicking. I haven’t SLEPT. I. Haven’t. Slept. At. All.”

The baby kicks, hard, and you curl around yourself in pain.

“Aww. Y/n. Darling. I’m so sorry…”

“Darn right you’d better be sorry,” you mutter. “You did this to me, sir.”

“Hey. It takes two to --”

“Don’t you dare,” you growl.

Your baby sucker-punches you in the ribs. You shriek and wiggle.

“The past six nights?” Leo climbs over you, facing you now. “Six nights? And you didn’t say anything to me?”

“Don’t blame me for this,” you mumble, trying your hardest to get your baby out from under your ribs. “I’m the one growing the baby. Don’t add more to my burden.”

“Aw, honey. I’m not trying to blame you for anything. Just -- just why didn’t you tell me?”

“What are you supposed to do about it? Carry the baby for a while to give me a break?” You sigh deeply, rubbing at your temples. “I just gotta get through this. Like every other mother before me.”

His forehead is creased and wrinkled, his eyes suddenly solemn.

“Darling. Why didn’t you --”

“Leo, you’ve been living with me for the past eight months! You KNOW that it hasn’t exactly been A WALK IN THE PARK --”

“But you didn’t tell me you haven’t been sleeping thanks to internal baby abuse.”

“Well. C’est la vie.”

He rests his hands on your stomach and the baby kicks at him several times.

“Ow ow ow,” you grumble. “It won’t. Stop. It’s. So. Kicky. It’s. So. Active. I blame you. I read books all day, Leo. I haven’t been outside in fifteen years. I don’t think it got its LEVEL OF ENERGY from ME.”

“I’m so sorry,” Leo says, wincing. “You need some… some ibuprofen?”

“It doesn’t help. I can still feel the kicks. And the discomfort. OW. Leo. Hold my hand.”

He squeezes your hand and you curl up in pain again.

“Labor’s going to be worse,” you whisper at yourself. “I know it. Labor’s going to be worse. I can barely handle this.”

He runs his fingers over the back of your hand. “You got this. Believe me. You’re the strongest person I know.”

You groan and shut your eyes tight. “It’s in my RIBS. OW. OW. It’s trying to SEPARATE my RIBS from the REST OF MY ORGANS.”

He presses his forehead against yours, still holding your hands, letting you squeeze the circulation out of his fingers. He’s feeling a heartbeat in his hands, his or yours, he doesn’t know, but he bites his tongue and lets you squeeze.

“Breathe,” he whispers, “breathe,” as you whimper and dig your face into his shoulder.

“Never again,” you’re muttering. “Never again. I hope you’re fine with one child. Never. Ever. Again.”

“Okay,” he mutters back. “Whatever you want.”

“I want to GET THIS THING OUT OF ME.”

You stay that way for the rest of the night -- you on your left side, him on his right, facing each other, holding hands. He puts on some relaxing music to try to soothe the baby down. It might help. It might not. All you know is the baby kicks and kicks and kicks and you doze off whenever you can.

When you wake up in the morning, still groggy and sore, Leo kisses your forehead and holds out a notebook.

“These are my names,” he says. “The names I like. For our baby. You can take a look? See if you like any of them? It might help it be less stressful for you. If you don’t have to sort through every single name.”

You blink sleepily at him and take the notebook.

“Thank you,” you whisper, voice groggy, and he smiles softly and kisses your lips and then cups your stomach with both hands and presses his forehead against it.

You hear him murmuring something to your baby, and then his voice trails off and you reach out a hand to touch his head. He’s asleep, fast asleep. He must have been up all night. You vaguely remember seeing him on his phone and writing, occasionally, when you opened your eyes and looked.

You glance down at the notepad. The top of the paper has your name written on it, surrounded by hearts, and a loud I LOVE YOU scribbled in the margins wherever he found the space.

You reach down and put your hand on your belly. The baby doesn’t kick; it’s probably asleep now, finally.

“You’re gonna have one heck of a dad,” you murmur to it.

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