#i fucking miss skittles

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The Younger Kind Part 49 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley confides in you, loves you, and takes care of as much as he can. When he needs you to help him more than usual, you never complain. As the two of you get ready for a hectic weekend, Bradley makes sure he has his plans in order. And he reminds you that you're always one of his top priorities, even when things get busy.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, oral, smut, cock warming, and age gap (18+)

Length: 5300 words

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

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It was dark outside, and you were sitting on the couch with Skittles while you waited for Bradley to get home. Noah was already sound asleep, worn out from an evening of helping you make ants on logs and going for a hike around the block, but you were alert and antsy. All you got was a text from Bradley an hour ago letting you know he was on his way home.

Skittles aimed her puppy eyes right up at you. "I know. I miss him, too." It was kind of funny the way all three Bradshaws had the same brown eyes that made you want to give them anything they asked for. "Okay, fine. But don't tell anyone about it."

You stood and the pup followed you into the kitchen where you cut up a meatball and dumped it into her food bowl. Then you heard the front door open and nearly wiped out on your way back to the living room where Bradley was closing the front door behind him. He had his uniform belt and a ziploc bag filled with his pins in one hand, but he held the other out for you. 

"What happened?" you asked as you tucked yourself against him and examined his face. His expression was unreadable. "Did she sign the paper?"

He nodded as Skittles ran in and sniffed his boot. "Yeah. She signed it," he replied, leaning to kiss your lips as you wrapped your arms around his waist. 

"Wow," you whispered, standing in the living room right next to the area rug where you were laying the first time he ever told you about Meredith. "I'm... kind of surprised."

"Me, too." He tossed his belt and pins onto the couch and held you close. 

You didn't want to pry too much, but you were so curious, it was killing you inside. "What was it like when you talked to her?"

Bradley rubbed his face against your hair as he undid the top few buttons of his uniform shirt before wrapping his arm around you again. "It went better than I expected. I was only in the room with her for maybe ten minutes. She..."

You rubbed soft circles against his back as he collected his thoughts. You didn't care how long it took him to get the words out, you just wanted him to know you'd always be here to listen. His heartbeat was strong and steady as you let your head rest on his chest, and he gave you a little squeeze.

When he spoke again, his voice was rough and sent a chill along your back. "She thinks she would have been better off if she had an abortion. And I tend to agree with her in some respects. But my god, I'm so happy she didn't. I can't even think about living without Noah. So I'm happy she didn't do it." His voice broke, and your eyes welled up with tears. 

"Me too, Daddy," you whispered as you started to tug him toward the kitchen. He'd already had a very long week, but now you could take care of him so he didn't have to do it by himself.

"Baby, I'm fucking exhausted. I'm not hungry. Can we just go to bed?"

You nodded and changed direction. "Of course." You worked on the rest of his buttons and helped him out of his shirt. When he sat on the edge of the bed, you knelt to untie his boots and yank them off, and Bradley looked at you with such adoration, it made your cheeks feel warm. You peeled off his socks, too, and when you got up, you sat on his lap. 

"I'm really proud of you for going to talk to Meredith," you whispered. "I hope Noah grows up to be just like you."

Bradley scooped you up and lounged back against the pillows with you on top of him. "Funny thing about that, Princess... I hope he grows up to be just like you."

Less than fifteen minutes later, you lulled Bradley to sleep while you played with his hair and softly kissed his face. "I love you, Princess," he muttered as you rubbed your nose against his. Then you crept back out of bed to make sure everything was in order for the three of you for the following morning, and you stopped in Noah's room to kiss him before getting ready for bed yourself.

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Wednesday and Thursday were both long days, and once again Bradley had to rely on you to pick up all of his slack when it came to Noah. Cyclone was running him ragged in preparation for the air show. Wednesday, he went to the bank to transfer the money into a new account with just his name and Noah's on it. Thursday, he went back to talk to Tracy as soon as he could leave base. 

When he called and asked her if she could help him put up some extra safeguards for his own peace of mind, she told him she could. When he strolled into her office for the second time in one week, she was talking on the phone and drinking a Red Bull, but she pointed to the conference table and a large folder with his name on the front. He skimmed through a stack of paperwork; she'd really thought of everything. Tracy even had your name listed on several documents along with a few notes for you to read. 

When she ended her call, he said, "Thanks for helping me with this. I want to get it all in order."

"You mean like I told you to do years ago?" she asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Listen. At least I'm doing it now."

"I hope you brought your checkbook this time."

When he eventually got home, you already had dinner on the table, and Noah was eating a piece of broccoli. And sure, he'd just dropped another couple hundred bucks when he wrote out a check, but he'd be damned if anything was going to mess with his family again. He set the folder and checkbook down on the counter and bent to kiss you between bites of your dinner while he tousled Noah's hair. 

"You're home earlier than I thought, Daddy," you remarked when he leaned in for another kiss. "And that's a mighty fine looking checkbook you've got there."

"I've been late too much this week," he whispered, stealing a piece of broccoli from your plate. "It shouldn't be like this."

"Next week will be better," you promised. "After the air show and everything this weekend, next week will be quieter. And then maybe I can plan our trip to Disneyland."

"Shhh!" Bradley scolded playfully, reaching to cover Noah's ears as he started to feed his broccoli to Skittles who was begging next to his chair. "Not so loud." You laughed and pointed to the stove where a plate of dinner was waiting for him. "Thanks, Princess."

Once he settled in, you looked at him with a little smirk. "You know, all of these late nights meant I didn't get to my nail appointment. I wanted to have them done for the hospital tour and the air show."

Bradley grimaced. The tour was tomorrow, and you were already leaving work an hour early to get there on time with him. "I'm sorry. The week really got away from me. I should have reminded you to buy a new outfit or two if you wanted."

"Oh, I did," you told him. "I used my Princess card."

He swallowed hard. He could tell you were subtly asking him for a spanking, and he was more than happy to give it to you, but he had something else in mind for the remainder of the night after Noah was in bed. He glanced at his son who was now picking apart his chicken. "Can you take a raincheck, Baby? I have some other plans for the next few days, but I'd love to get my hands on you next week?"

You raised one eyebrow. "What are your other plans?"

He took a bite of food before he said, "I'll tell you after bedtime. After you show me the clothes you bought."

Eventually he sent you off to change into one of these new outfits while he got Noah ready for bed. "I'll be home more next week, Bub. I promise. We'll have time to read more books. And maybe one night you and I can go to the park and give Mommy a little break?"

His son nodded as he rolled over and closed his eyes. But Bradley didn't really want to give you a break. He wanted you with him and Noah all the time. And after this weekend, he anticipated that feeling would grow even stronger.

When he walked into his bedroom and found you examining yourself in front of  the mirror with a form fitting black dress hugging your body, he groaned. "Are you wearing that for the hospital tour?" he asked, and you looked at him in the mirror. 

"Yes?" you replied. "Unless you think it's too much."

He grunted softly. Of course it was too much. You looked sinful in it. All he had to do is put his hand on your ass, bunch the fabric up an inch, and everyone would be privy to the charms he got to enjoy on a regular basis. His cock grew a little hard just thinking about it, which is why he shook his head and told you, "It's not too much, Baby. Not if you're with me all night."

You smiled and peeled it off, baring yourself to him before reaching for the floral sundress on the bed. "What are you wearing tomorrow night?" you asked.

"My flight suit."

"You can't wear that! It's for work and for looking sexy at home!" you protested as you put the second dress on. 

"Cyclone wants me in my flight suit both days. Please don't make me piss him off."

You laughed and spun in your second dress and he closed the distance to you. "I'll behave. Like a good girl."

Bradley kissed your forehead. "You're wearing this to the air show?"

"Yes," you whispered. "I got Noah a yellow shirt to match me."

Bradley wasn't sure exactly why, but that information sent his brain into a whirlwind. Matching outfits. Mommy and son stuff. "Princess," he moaned. 

"We'll look cute next to you in your sexy flight suit."

"You will look hot as hell both days," he confirmed, helping you pull the sundress off again. "Now, I think I owe you a manicure and a pedicure?" he asked, making you gasp and smile.

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You quickly changed into one of Bradley's oversized shirts and met him in the kitchen with all your nail supplies. "Are you really going to do this?" you asked him, and he just nodded and smirked like he had a little secret. "Wait... are you secretly really good at painting nails?"

He shrugged and patted his knee, naked except for his black briefs. "I have no idea. Never tried it before."

It somehow made you feel giggly that he was going to sweetly attempt to do your nails for you even though he didn't know how. You settled down on his lap and set out some bottles of polish. "Which color?" you asked him. 

He had his lips on your neck as he murmured, "Do you really need to ask? Purple, Baby."

You moaned his name as you pushed the other colors aside, and then Bradley's hand was up underneath the shirt, teasing your skin and checking to see if you were wearing underwear. You leaned back against his chest and looked up at him over your shoulder. "You feel like fooling around first?"

His thumb stroked softly along the length of your slit. "Kind of," he said, his voice deep and raspy. "You ever warmed a cock before?"

The pad of his thumb felt a little rough, sending goosebumps all along your skin and making your lips part in need. "No," you whispered, always a little sheepish to admit your lack of experience when it came to things that he liked. "But I've heard of it."

He hummed softly and kissed your ear as he continued to stroke you. "You want me to tell you a little more about it? And maybe then you can tell me if you think it's something you'd enjoy?" When you nodded, he kissed your neck and said, "You would take my cock inside you. We would make each other feel warm and safe, and I could paint your nails while we sit here. No thrusting or anything." He dragged his lips and mustache back up to your ear. "You could warm me with your mouth, pussy or ass." You moaned softly, already clenching as he stroked his thumb up and back down your slit. "But since you didn't give yourself some time with your plug first, we could try it with your pussy. If you want to."

Even the idea of it sounded hot and intimate, and you were surprised and delighted that he wanted to try this with you. All of it. The cock warming and the nail painting and just everything. You turned slightly in his lap and took his face in your hands. His skin was warm and rough beneath your hands where his stubble was growing back from when he shaved earlier this morning. His brown eyes were fixed on yours. "I want to," you whispered as you kissed him. 

He smiled softly as you let your hands trail down his body to the waistband of his briefs. When he lifted his hips, you yanked them down and marveled at the sight of his half hard cock resting on his thigh. "You do that to me," he rasped, visibly growing harder. "Just having you on my lap, and the way you let me touch you. Baby, that's all you."

You whimpered into his mouth as he kissed you, and when you turned so your back was to his chest, you said, "This is what you do to me, Daddy." Then you spread your thighs and draped your legs over his, and you took his hand in yours. You eased his thumb along your slit again, this time letting him feel how wet you were when you were spread open for him. 

He murmured, "I love you," into the crook or your neck while he cock bobbed up and tapped against your inner thigh. "You ready?"

"Yes," you sighed, and Bradley reached in front of you with his right hand and guided his cock through your wet folds and inside you. When you adjusted yourself and leaned forward a bit, the sensation of being so full made you gasp as you took him to the hilt.

"Feel okay?" he asked softly, pulsing gently inside you even though he wasn't thrusting. "If you don't like it, we'll stop."

You turned your head to look at him. "I like it. A lot. I feel so full. Do you like it?"

"Feels incredible," he whispered. "Like you're just holding me and gripping me with your sweet pussy." Heat rose in your face as the raspiness of his voice washed over you. Then he asked, "Want me to try to paint your nails?"

You sat there with Bradley's arms wrapped around you and your palms flat on the kitchen table while his cock was nestled inside you. Neither of you moved very much, and your voices were soft as he worked slowly. After he finished a nail, he treated your neck and cheek to a smattering of kisses, and his breathing was even next to your ear while he worked. 

"I can't even look at the color purple without thinking about you," he murmured, and you clenched around him. "God, Baby," he gasped. "Fuck."

You couldn't help that you loved being loved by him. "You feel really good inside me," you told him as he swiped polish onto your left ring finger. He seemed to be taking extra time with that one, kissing and nipping at your ear between each dip of the brush into the bottle.

"Baby, you hardly wear any jewelry," he mused.

You laughed softly as he finally moved to your pinky. When you adjusted yourself on his lap, he grunted. "I don't really have any jewelry."

"And if I got you some, would you wear it?"

"That's a ridiculous question. Of course I would. But you already get me what I need, and you paid off my school loans. You don't need to buy me anything else."

He finished with your pinky and screwed the lid on the nail polish bottle. "But I want to." When his hands came to rest on your thighs, he remarked, "Your nails turned out better than I expected."

"They look so good, Daddy," you said, holding your hands up. 

"How long does this shit take to dry?"

"Maybe ten minutes?"

He gently took both of your wrists in his hands and set your palms back on the table. "You want me to paint your toenails, too?"

"Please," you whispered as his hands returned to the tops of your thighs. He was humming as he cupped your pussy with his fingers while he dragged his other hand up to your breasts beneath the shirt you were wearing. 

Hands rough against your nipples, he asked, "Will you let me fuck you first? Paint your pussy really pretty too?"

"Oh my god, yes."

As soon as the words left your tongue, Bradley groaned loudly and thrusted upwards while he stroked your clit, and you practically screamed. "You have to be quiet, Princess," he warned, and you pressed your lips together. "God, you got me so fucking worked up, just sitting here with your little pussy wrapped around me."

He fucked up into of you again and again until you were actually holding onto the table to keep yourself upright on his lap. "Daddy," you whimpered as he went a little faster. Each movement had your clit bouncing against his sure fingers, and when he started spanking you softly with them, you nearly screamed again. 

"Oh. Oh, fuck," he grunted, panting next to your ear. His breath was warm, and his words were sinfully deep as he told you, "I'm gonna come." He moaned your name as he held you to his chest, fucking you with your legs spread wide on his lap. "It's so fucking good."

Bradley's hips rolled as he filled you with his cum, his broad chest rising and falling against your back. You were about to turn and kiss him when he hauled you to your feet as his softening cock slipped out of you. You squealed as he eased you down onto the floor on your back and pushed your legs open wide. 

"What are you doing?" you asked as he knelt and eased himself into position with his hands on the backs of your thighs. 

"You didn't come." He licked your pussy, making you gasp. You wanted to tell him that it didn't matter if you came tonight or not, because you loved the cock warming, but his face was already buried in your messy pussy. You felt so wet as you propped yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. His mustache was covered in his own cum and your wetness as he looked up at you and said, "You didn't get enough of my attention this week. You deserve more. I always want you to have more. I'll make you come."

He sounded so sure of himself, and as soon as you nodded he went back to work. "Daddy!" you whined when his tongue swept up around both of your holes before swirling around your clit like he was unwilling to leave any of his cum behind. Just the thought of it had you clenching, and then he started to fuck you with his fingers while he sucked on your clit. The noises were beautifully obscene.

As he started to add a little pressure, you realized something big was building inside you. "Oh god!" you groaned, once again loud enough that you should be concerned about waking up Noah. Your hips rocked up to meet his mouth and fingers, and your legs started shaking. 

Bradley grunted as he licked a long stripe and then started to suck. When he released you, your hips bobbed to chase him for more. "So damn sensitive," he crooned, his face a glistening mess as he licked his mouth and looked up at you. "Squirt for me."

You don't know how he knew better than you did what you were about to do, but he licked you from your asshole all the way to your clit while you rocked against him. He pumped two fingers deep inside you, stroking you just right while he plucked at your clit, and you shook your head from side to side on the kitchen floor.

"Daddy." It came out as a gasp as you felt yourself gush. 

You squirted on his face. You could feel it dripping down your butt to the floor. You felt wet everywhere as Bradley continued to pump his fingers gently in and out. "Baby," he whined, licking all around your overworked pussy until you shook. Then he kissed along your inner thigh and said, "I always want to make you come. You're mine. Now don't move an inch. You've done enough."

He leaned over your body, and kissed your lips, letting you taste the mess both of you made all over his face. It was intoxicating, licking his own cum from his mustache where he also tasted like you. But perhaps the best part was the way he slipped his tongue into your mouth before he said, "I love you."

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Bradley took his time, making sure they looked as good as he could get them. Every swipe of polish on one of your toenails was accompanied by a press of his lips to your foot or ankle. You were laying on the floor looking like a perfect fucked out mess. He could still see a drop of his cum ready to drip out of your pussy if you moved just right, and you'd squirted all over him and the floor. The whole room smelled like sex and nail polish with your underlying wildflower scent, and he wished he could bottle it up. 

You giggled when he pressed his lips and mustache to your ankle. "Tickles," you whispered, looking up at him in adoration. So he kissed your ankle again before finishing up with his painting project and blowing softly on your nails. Your eyes drifted closed as you told him, "You're such a dream, Bradley. You just painted my nails and made me squirt on the kitchen floor."

This was the life he wanted with you. He'd worship you and love you. Take care of anything you or Noah needed. Dote on his family. And if another baby came along, well, he was ready for that, too. After this weekend, he prayed you'd be sporting your engagement ring, because more than anything else, he was ready for that next step. 

He kissed the side of your big toe before setting your foot down on the messy floor. "Your nails look damn good."

"Thank you, Daddy," you whispered as you pushed yourself up and crawled toward him. He picked you up and carried you directly to the bathroom where he got the shower ready for you and pulled his shirt over your head.

"I'll be right back. As soon as I clean up the floor." He kissed your smiling lips before dashing back into the kitchen. He took a deep breath and groaned. "Incredible," he whispered, wiping up the floor and cleaning up your nail supplies. Then he joined you in the shower.

"Will you sing to me?" you asked a little groggily when he wrapped you up in his arms. He sang his favorite song while he looked at your purple nails and thought about getting that ring on your finger. As soon as you were in bed for the night, he made sure Noah was asleep, and then he took Skittles outside. Before he climbed in bed, he checked the top of the closet for the ring box. Everything was ready to go. When he pulled the covers up, you scooted closer to him in your sleep. 

"I love you, Baby."

Friday morning, he needed to be on base early, so he woke you up just before he left in his flight suit. When he pressed his lips to your forehead, you tried to pull him back into bed. "I can't," he whispered with a laugh. "But I'll be home and ready to leave for the hospital tour at five. And Amelia should be here by then, too."

"Okay," you croaked softly as you cracked one eye open. "I'll take care of Noah."

"I know you will," Bradley rasped, now desperately wishing he could climb back in bed with you and let you know how much he fucking appreciated you. "I'll leave the coffee maker on. I love you."

You waved from bed as he grabbed his wallet and keys and made his way to the front door. There was nobody out yet, and he got to base quickly only to find Nat and Javy practically groping each other by their cars. When she saw his Bronco pulling in, Nat jumped away from Javy like he was actually made out of fire and started to head for the building. 

"Could have told you to stay away from that one, man," Bradley said as he closed his door behind him.

"I asked her out," Javy replied sadly. "Four times."

Bradley clapped him on the shoulder. "Either throw in the towel now, or get ready for the longest marathon of your life." 

He started walking away when Javy called out, "So you think if I stick with it, she'll admit she's in love with me?"

Bradley shrugged. "The only thing I know for sure is that she's a pain in the ass."

Bradley dropped his stuff off in the locker room and headed out onto the tarmac where Cyclone and Mav were waiting for him. He saluted both of his superiors and then collected the paperwork Admiral Simpson handed to him. "This is your itinerary for tomorrow morning. Be here by 0500 to fly your aircraft up to Miramar to meet with everyone else you'll be flying with. Some are from Lemoore. Some are from out of state. Make Top Gun look good."

Then he left Bradley alone with Mav to go over the schedule and practice the maneuvers. "Listen," Bradley said as they walked toward his jet. "The earlier I can get out of here today, the better."

"Amelia's babysitting tonight, right?" Maverick asked. "You're doing the charity hospital tour?"

"Yeah, and I'll need to get some actual sleep tonight if I'm waking up at four in the morning tomorrow," Bradley replied. "It's not just about the air show at this point." When Mav gave him a confused look, Bradley sighed and added, "I'm hoping to go from boyfriend to fiancé this weekend." Maverick broke out into a toothy grin. "And don't you dare tell Penny!"

He held his hands up innocently before pulling Bradley in for a tight hug. "It'll be our little secret. But your mom and dad would have loved to see how good you are with Noah, and that you chose a partner with him in mind. And I'm proud of you, too."

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"But I'm hungry," Noah whined as soon as you got him home. Casey pissed you off by taking so long to retrieve Noah, and now you were running late. The plan was for Amelia to order a pizza since you and Bradley would be enjoying food at the cocktail reception, but you still needed to get ready to go. Thankfully you usually always had a snack prepared.

"How about some ants on logs?" you asked him as you kicked off your shoes and opened the back door for Skittles. Before Noah could answer, you opened the refrigerator and pulled out the container of carrots and peanut butter. He settled in a chair at the table and started crunching through a carrot stick. You started to feel flushed and warm when you thought about last night's activities that took place exactly where you were standing now. 

Skittles broke you free from your thoughts as she pawed at the door to come inside. You scooped some dinner into her bowl and then ran to the bedroom as you said, "I'll be right back, Noah." 

Black dress, black heels, black thong. You smiled for the millionth time when you looked at your purple nails. You just needed to get your beaded clutch down from the top of the closet. As you stood on tiptoes, you brushed your hand along the shelf. Your fingers connected with Bradley's gym bag, and you pushed it out of the way. Then you felt the corners of a small, square box instead of your bag, and you wrapped your fingers around it just when you heard knocking at the front door.

You gave up on your quest and ran to let Amelia inside. "Hey," she said casually as you opened the door.

"Can you order a pizza and feed Noah?" you asked her as you handed her your purple credit card. "I really need to get ready."

"Sure," she replied heading for the kitchen where she greeted Noah with a pat on his head. You could hear her asking what kind of pizza he wanted while she got his coloring books out. 

When you made it back to the closet, this time you got your hand on your beaded bag right away. "Perfect," you muttered. You took the world's fastest shower and got your hair and makeup perfected. When you heard Bradley walk inside, you were slipping your thong up your legs and then shimmying into your dress. When you looked in the mirror, you turned to inspect yourself. Everything looked pretty damn good. 

"Hey, Princess," Bradley said when he let himself in the bedroom. "Wow."

The look he was giving you was so funny when he himself was standing there in a clean flight suit looking like a million bucks. "You look hot, Daddy," you said as you picked up your high heels and rushed toward him. "We need to go, or we'll be late."

He kissed you and wrapped his hands around your hips. "We could just stay home? I think we should stay home."

You pouted up at him playfully. "But I wanted to tour the hospital. Jake promised me he'd take me if he was flying in the air show. Remember?"

Bradley stroked your jaw with his thumb, a playful smile on his lips. "Don't be a brat."

You moaned as he took your shoes from your hand and knelt in front of you. "I'll behave," you promised, your breath catching a bit at the sight of him on one knee as he helped you step into your shoes. You let your fingers play with his wavy hair as he kissed your thighs just below the bottom of your dress, and when he stood, he scooped you up in his arms. 

"As excited as you are about tonight, that's how excited I am for tomorrow," he whispered as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

"I'm excited for everything," you promised as he carried you out to say goodnight to Noah.

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Daddy has some big plans for the weekend. And if she touches that box one more time, he might have a heart attack. But what I wouldn't give to have him paint my nails. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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Unspoken Habits

Love Is Silently Passing Them A Pickle Because You Know It’s Their Favorite.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 733 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G

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It’s been forever since they all got together. Steve’s got an arm slung over Robin’s shoulders and is leaning toward Max to talk shit about Mike, while Eddie’s squished between Dustin and Nancy on the opposite side. The rest of the party surround the table, laughing and talking so loudly he’s not even sure if you could call it that anymore. 

As nice as it is, Eddie feels a little bad for how rowdy they are in the middle of a restaurant. Thankfully, it doesn’t last too terribly long once the food comes out. 

“Okay,” their waiter says as he brings out two others with big trays of food, “help me out here.” 

It’s an ordeal to get everyone’s orders where they need to go, but once it’s settled, they all start to tuck in. 

Eddie’s squirting ketchup all over his fries when he looks up to see Steve’s plate has a pickle on it. His chicken fingers didn’t come with a pickle. Dammit. 

Steve’s not even looking, still listening to Lucas’ story about the game he had the other day. He just picks up his plate and holds it out for Eddie. 

Fuck yeah! Eddie plucks the pickle off Steve’s plate and takes a big bite, then sets the rest down on the edge of his basket. 

“Can we please talk about the new player’s handbook that came out?” Dustin says, muffled around his straw. 

“I haven’t picked it up yet,” Eddie admits. 

Dustin groans, then launches into a full comparison of the last version and this new edition. Which brings Mike and Will into the conversation, too, and soon they’re all debating about the merits of all of the editions, which one is superior and the best in both the standard and advanced games. 

He’s so lost in the topic that he nearly misses Robin handing Steve her pickle. 

Eddie’s got a mouthful, chewing faster so he can correct her mistake because Steve doesn’t like pickles. He doesn’t like a lot of things, he’s almost always handing Eddie something at every meal, whether it's olives or pickles or green skittles. 

But then Steve stops him in his tracks and takes the biggest bite out of the pickle. 

What the fuck is this?

Eddie turns away from the nerd talk to lean forward, mouth finally free to talk. “What was that?” 

Steve raises an eyebrow and puts the pickle down on his plate, hanging off the edge so it doesn’t touch his remaining fries. “What was what?” 

“That!” Eddie points to the pickle.

Robin looks like he’s lost his mind and she may have a point, but the input isn’t necessary. “Is he not allowed to eat? Jesus, Munson.” 

“Not pickles, he’s not,” Eddie says. “You hate pickles.” 

Steve’s cheeks go pink as he shakes his head, fringe bouncing on his forehead. He’s bashful when he meets Eddie’s eye. “No, I don’t,” he says softly. 

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks. It’s like the world has turned upside down (no pun intended) and he’s left marooned on an island of imposters. The fuck is this?

He shrugs and leans forward a little, mirroring Eddie’s posture as they rest their crossed arms on the table and try to get a little closer despite the distance. “I like pickles, Eds. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” 

“Oh fuck you,” Eddie says half-heartedly. “Since when?” 

“Always?” Robin interjects. “You guys have been together for almost a decade! How do you not know that he loves pickles?” 

Steve’s face gets even redder. 

Eddie feels like he’s been shot, the ultimate betrayal playing out before him. He clutches at his chest. “Stevie?” he squeaks out. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, reaching a hand across the table. 

“Then why do you…” 

Steve just smiles. “You love them.” 

“That’s it?” 

“That’s all that matters,” Steve says softly. 

“Can you two stop being all sappy for like two seconds? Some of us are trying to eat,” Max says, nearly snarling with disgust (even though her eyes are all gooey so it doesn’t land the way she’s hoping for). 

Steve laughs and takes his hand back. He winks at Eddie from across the table before turning back to Robin to talk in their weird twin language. 

Dammit, he really loves this man. With his stupid winks and silly sacrifices. If that’s not true love, Eddie doesn’t know what is.

--

Thanks to @lady-lostmind for betaing!

Ao3 Link

#ohstars fic #steddie fic #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddielovemonth #whatislovedailyprompts #ohstars posting challenge

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

B-STANCE & POP OUT

She said "Boogie boy, stop bitchin'," ho, I'm not your last nigga (No-no)

That's your past nigga, I'm big daddy, smash quicker (Ooh)

Damn, lil' mama fine the way you bend your ass bigger (Big)

Booty striped, Tigger, she eat dick with white Skittles (Uhh)

Baby, pull up on me (Skrrt), you can use your vice grippers

Baby, show that pussy, I ain't too big on grabbin' nipples (Ooh, ooh, ooh)…

Erik ain’t one to fuck wit. And miss Honey Bun with the big doe eyes like to tease a nigga.

He call her Honey Bun cuz she sweet and got a phat, wet cat.

How you playing in that pussy while your man got his boys over? How you keep the door cracked knowing one of ‘em can see? And Erik gonna watch. Why? Cuz he got a kink for that shit.

She keep playing…Erik ain’t one for talking too much.

“I’ma fuck the shit outta you, nut in that pussy, and make that nigga eat it after. Don’t be too scared…”

He a different type of nigga. Big Dude.

#nahimjustfeelingit-writes #new fic #killmonger imagine #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger smut #erik killmonger

[gavisuntiedboot]

heyyy could you please do one where you go random grocery shopping w gavi and basically just having a normal day hanging out together?? im so sorry if its very vague i just saw smth similar in my dream😭

A/N: this one has been sitting in my inbox for so so long but I never forget about any of y’all 🫶

~~~

“Why are you dressed? Where are you going?”

Gavi’s head peaked up from over the back of the couch, the show the two of you had put on still playing on the background. He had fallen asleep on your lap about an hour ago, waking up to find your hoodie clad form trying to quietly open the door.

“I’m just going to the store to get a few things missing for dinner. I was just going to let you sleep - you seem like you could use the rest, mi amor.”

Gavi sat up fully now, rubbing his eyes and stretching, the golden light of the late afternoon sun bouncing off his tanned skin. His hazel eyes were hooded as they met yours, a pout across his plump lips.

“You don’t want me to come with you?”

Fuck. He was just so adorable.

“I want you to relax on your day off. But I would love of you came with me, Pablito. Go out on one of our sweaters - it’s chilly out.”

“Our sweaters?” Pablo asked, peering at you from over his shoulder with one eyebrow raised. Over the last year, you had slowly stealing over 80% of Gavi’s clothing with sleeves, and you occasionally let him loan them back out.

“I bought all these sweaters with my hard earned money and I have to make an appointment to wear them.” Gavi came out in his dark green Zara hoodie, spraying it with 1 million by Paco Rabanne.

“It’s my ticket sales that pay that salary, so these hoodies are still mine. Come here.”

You hugged him close, deeply breathing in his cologne. You drove to the grocery store by your house, Gavi grabbing a cart and following you around the store.

You scanned the shelves, grabbing items and handing them to Gavi, who arranged them in the cart. You moved towards the sweets aisle, standing in front of the shelves and staring up at the massive selection before you. Two arms wrapped around your waist, and you felt Pablo rest his head on your shoulder.

“Should we get Cadbury eggs or Reese’s bunnies?”

He hummed to signify that he was thinking, pulling you closer against him.

“Why don’t you get both if you can’t decide?” He asked, punctuating the sentence with a kiss on your cheek. You giggled at the sensation of his lips on you.

“Noooo Pablo, we don’t want all chocolate candy. We also want some of the sour patch kids. And some skittles. And-“

“We might want to get some toothpaste as well. Are you trying to kill us with sugar?” He asked, grabbing the items from the shelves.

“Shut up. I love sweets.” You said, moving to the end of the aisle and spotting the sour patch kids at the top. You stood on your toes to grab it, shirt riding up. You felt someone pull the hem of your sweatshirt down.

“Amor, stop showing off my girlfriend to the whole store. This is private property.” Gavi said as he kissed your temple. He released you, reached up and grabbed your sweets from the shelf, and tossed them into the cart. You grabbed the cart, moving towards the fridges, and Gavi grabbed the bar as well, caging you in his arms.

You two continued to walk around the grocery store like lovesick teenagers - maybe that’s what you were. There was nothing in the world that brought you more joy than this domestic bliss. Walking around your local grocery store, telling little jokes and stories, grabbing whatever snacks tickled your fancy. Gavi kept his arms around you, giving you somewhat discrete kisses as you two continued your shopping. At the end you scanned all your items, and as you were digging in your purse, you heard the ding of Apple Pay.

“Pablo! Why did you pay for the groceries? I wanted to treat you to dinner!”

He smirked at you, grabbing the bags.

“It will be a cold day in hell when I let my girl pay for anything. Besides, amor, you’re going to cook for us.”

You smiled, grabbing the last bag that he couldn’t carry. You two got in the car, and as you drove home, Pablo continued to tell you stories about football and training, feeding you sour patch kids on the ride home. This was it. You were in love with Pablo, and he was in love with you. And it made everything, even buying groceries, feel like a magical and memorable moment that you never wanted to end.

~~~

A/N: short and sweet 🥰🥰 hope y’all enjoy, and please feel free to send requests for new imagines (or or or - as a treat for reading this far, send things you really want to see included in the next part of just pretend 🤭). Love y’all!!!

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[obxologies]

𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘯  𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

warnings: underage drinking and drug abuse, ex!rafe, jealousy, asshole!rafe, smut!! ( 18+ only )

requested?: no

Part Two

author's note: i hope this set up isn't confusing. heart divider made by @cafekitsune

The sun was almost hidden away from the sky as people began arriving to the outdoor movie night held annually on Figure Eight. y/n walked with the pogues, hand-in-hand with Pope. She and Kiara had invited Pope and JJ to accompany them for the night.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? We're on Kook territory." Pope said nervously. His eyes darted all around them waiting for someone to come up to them.

"It's gonna be fine, Pope." y/n reassured. "Let's just stick to ourselves and nobody should mess with us."

"Like that's ever worked." JJ rolled his eyes making Kiara slap the back of his head. "Sorry." He grumbled.

They all slung the lawn chairs off their shoulders and opened them up. Pope and JJ sat down in their seats. JJ pulled out his dab pen bringing it to his lips to take a hit.

"Put that away!" Kiara scolded him. "What the hell is wrong with you? You can't use that here."

"JJ, there are children here." y/n yanked the pen out of his hand.

"Hey, give it back." JJ frowned standing up reaching for the pen.

"No. I don't trust you with it here." y/n said slipping the pen into her pocket. "You'll get it back when we leave." She pushed him back a little.

"Fine." JJ rolled his eyes sitting back in his chair. "Can I at least get some candy then?"

"What do you want?" y/n asked.

"Sour straws." JJ answered.

"You guys want anything?" y/n asked Pope and Kiara.

"Skittles." Pope answered.

"M&M's, please." Kiara smiled.

"I'll be back." y/n nodded.

"You need me to go with you?" Pope offered standing from his seat.

"I'll be okay, Pope." y/n reassured him.

"What if Rafe sees you alone?" Pope said worried.

"He won't do anything here." y/n shook her head.

"Are you sure?" Pope questioned.

Unbeknownst to them, the said boy had been watching them intently since the moment they had arrived. His eyes never leaving the girl he had been so worried about for the past month. Her hand intertwined with the Heyward boy made his jaw tighten and his darken.

Every since she had left him alone in his truck that night, his mind never stopped spinning with thoughts of her and how she was.

He missed her more than ever. He missed seeing her everyday, he missed the adrenaline of sneaking around with her, he missed her lips the way they felt against his, he missed running his hands all over her body, he missed her eyes that would look up at him from her place on the floor just in front of him.

His eyes took in her full appearance missing getting to admire her all the time. She wore a navy blue bikini top with a pair of distressed denim shorts and the old black vans she always wore. Her hair was wet, she had probably just gotten back from the beach where she was practically everyday with her friends. He couldn't stop his eyes from falling onto her chest. He took a deep breath. God, he missed her, every part of her.

"Fuck, Rafe!" y/n cried out into the mattress. She gripped the sheets helplessly as Rafe ruthlessly fucked her from behind.

"That feel good, princess?" Rafe teased. His grip on her hips were sure to leave marks he would admire later.

"So good." y/n moaned. "So fucking good." She rolled her eyes back as Rafe forcefully slammed his cock into her.

"Who can make you feel this, baby?" Rafe asked pulling her up to his chest. He wrapped one arm her torso while the other stayed on her hip.

"You! Just you, Rafe!" y/n answered through moans. "You make me feel so good, baby."

"That's right." Rafe huffed. "Fuck." He groaned feeling himself getting close.

"I'm so close, Rafe. Wanna cum so bad." She whined only inching Rafe closer and closer to releasing. "Want you to come inside me?"

"Yeah? Want me to fill you up, baby?" Rafe said bringing his hand up to her chest cupping one of her breast and slowly massaging it.

"Yes, please." She gasped throwing her head back giving him access to her neck where he began leaving sloppy kisses.

"Then cum for me, baby." Rafe said.

"Get me the green ones!" JJ called out breaking Rafe out of his daze.

Rafe's eyes darted over to the concession stand where y/n stood in line. He gulped down the rest of his beer, tossing the cup onto the ground.

"Where are you going, man?" Topper called out, but was only ignored.

"Four cokes, green sour straws, M&M's, and skittles, please." y/n smiled at the lady behind the counter.

"I honestly didn't expect you to be here, and I definitely didn't think you'd be stupid enough to bring pogues." Rafe said walking up to her side.

"I hope you're not stupid enough to start a fight." y/n shot back at him not turning her head.

"Well, I guess for you I could behave." Rafe said with a small smirk.

"Wow, thank you. That's very mature of you, Rafe." y/n smiled sarcastically as she handed the lady behind the counter some cash. The lady handed her a dollar back which she dropped into the tip jar before grabbing the snacks and turning to walk back to her seat, but Rafe stepped in front of her making her roll her eyes. "What?"

"Just tell your new little friends to watch themselves." Rafe said.

"What the hell that does mean?" y/n glared up at him.

"I missed you, baby. Wish you would come to your sense and leave those pogues behind." Rafe gave her a cheeky grin.

"Are you high?" y/n tilted her head with an annoyed look.

"Y'know," Rafe chuckled. "I didn't expect you to go for Heyward. I woulda thought it'd be Maybank." He said slowly walking back to Topper and Kelce. "See you later, princess."

"Fuck off." y/n rolled her eyes before walking off. She huffed sitting down in her seat.

"You okay?" Kiara asked as y/n handed them their drinks and candy.

"Yeah, Rafe is just an asshole." y/n shook her head.

"You just figure that out?" JJ teased, chuckling until Kiara gave him a glare. "My bad."

"What did he say?" Pope asked.

"Nothing important." y/n shook her head. "Just ignore him."

y/n looked over her shoulder to see Rafe already watching at her from his spot in the back with Topper and Kelce. He sent her a little smirk making her turn back around.

Truth was, y/n did miss Rafe. No matter what she says or does she still loves him and probably always will. What she had with Rafe was love she had never experienced before and wasn't sure if she would in all honesty. What they had was good. Until it wasn't. And y/n couldn't go back to that Rafe.

#outer banks #obxologies #x reader #obx #outer banks x reader #imagines #jj maybank #rafe cameron #kiara carrera #rafe cameron x female reader #pope heyward x female reader #pope heyward #midnights series #smut

[ravenmichaelisstuff]

I think A LOT about Soap trying to give back the childhood Ghost lost. (Part 7)

"Better late than never" part 7

Prompt from @cthulhusstepmom <3

Soap and Gaz were sent on a supply run, with lists of things people wanted or were running low on. For Soap, it was nice to get off the base for a little bit and breathe some civilian air even if technically still on the job. Gaz on the other hand was grumpy the whole way to the store, bitching about skipping his training for this.

When they got to the store they decided to split the lists between themselves, so searching for the unnecessary specific things could go faster. Soap got Konig’s list but Garrick also made him take Ghost’s.

“Last time I got him the wrong kind of tea and I swear he is  been drilling a hole in my head with his eyes ever since.” He explained, pushing the list into Soap’s hands. “You probably have it memorized with the frequency you make him his tea.”

Soap chuckled. “Yeah… Yorkshire Gold Black Tea, one and a half teaspoons of sugar, and you are not supposed to take out the tea bag. That dafty’s tea looks like it’s coffee, probably tastes like it too.” He recited not even looking at the list. Gaz looked at him with a knowing smirk. “And God was it a challenge to figure out how he likes it, whenever I asked him he would just ignore me. I had to figure it out myself through trial and error.”

“You are obsessed.”

“I just care about my friends.”

Gaz crossed his arms. “Yeah? What’s my favorite snack?”

“Resees.” Soap mimicked Gaz’s stance.

Gaz softened- Soap did remember.

“And Price likes green onion Lay’s because he is basic, Konig likes chocolate with raisins- which is just ‘ew’, Ghost likes skittles but specifically the tropical ones and if you want to test me I also know Rudy’s and Alejandro’s.” Soap smiled. “I pay attention.”

And that made Gaz feel bad for daunting the Scot, how could he when he was the most fucking caring person on the planet.

“Yeah, ok. Now I know. Won’t doubt you anymore.”

Soap punched him lightly in the chest and walked away to start their shopping.

********

He took care of his things first, then Kónigs. When it came to Ghost he looked at the list and grimaced. There were only two things on the list: tea and cigs. And Soap knew that the lieutenant was missing a whole lot more.

So yeah- Soap grabbed him the tea and the cigarettes but also whole grain bread because he saw him making sandwiches with a toast bread in the morning, which he knew he hated. He got him some good ham because the one always available at the base didn’t even stand next to real meat. He got him some baby carrots since Ghost enjoyed them and then Skittles. If Ghost makes him pay for all of that from his pocket- that’s ok. If Ghost doesn’t know how to ask for things, Soap will figure it out on his own and pay for it in the process.

Soap was heading for the checkout when he saw it- the last one on the shelf, a pure black plushie of a moth man. He went to touch it and- oh, it was so soft that he hugged it immediately. He had to get it. He snatched it and went to pay for everything, Taking the opportunity that Gaz was still searching for things he hid the plushie on the bottom of Ghost’s bag.

*****

When they got back on base Soap and Gaz went their separate ways to deliver the groceries. When he went to open Ghost’s door they were locked- weird. He usually left them open. He knocked and was met with silence.

“Ghost it’s me! Soap!” 

“Our lone wolf went on a mission.”

Price showed up in the corridor and explained, patting Soap on the shoulder when passing.

“Alone?” Soap was already annoyed, he will have a talk with his officer about his way to frequent solo missions.

“You know him, son. Just leave the bag under his doors, no one here hates life enough to take it from here.”

Soap sighed and left the bag.

******

Ghost was exhausted when he came back, it was the middle of the night and all he wanted was to smoke a cig and go lie down. So when he reached his room his already pulsing migraine got even worse. He asked for two things, but under his door was a bag filled to the brim with things. They had to confuse the bags. He took it anyway with an exasperated huff.

He entered his room and tossed the bag on his desk. He stripped down from his gear and got into some comfy, worn-down sweats. 

Everything was fucking killing him, he was sore all over and all he could think of were things he could do better on the mission, everything that he fucked up. He wished he had the balls to go to Soap’s room right now, the sheer presence of the energetic man would calm his screaming mind. But he was a coward, so all he could so is smoke.

Now even that wasn’t available.

He looked at the paper bag on his desk- maybe there were some cigs there. Whoever’s this is, won't mind if one goes missing. Ghost looked inside the bag and was surprised to find his favorite tea and cigs right on top. His brows scrunched in confusion, but then he remembered who got sent on the supply run- Johnny. 

“He really can not just do what I ask for, huh?” He muttered to himself and sat at his desk wanting to check out the contents of the bag, cigarettes forgotten. He couldn't help but smile to himself when he saw skittles- he would never ask for them but of course, Soap knew him better than that.

Ghost went to fish out the baby carrots he noticed, but his hand brushed something soft. He got goosebumps at the unexpected texture. He grabbed it. A very nice, fluffy plushie stared right back at him. ‘A bomb?’ passed his mind but he quickly squashed that thought. It wouldn’t be unusual for Soap to put explosives in weird places, but Ghost believed that he would never threaten him with one of his creations.

He hesitantly caressed the weirdly shaped plushie, he would even say it could look quite disturbing to some people. But for him, the plush’s red eyes were quite amusing. The fur was soft and pleasant to touch, which was new because usually, that kind of fabric made his skin crawl. 

Ghost looked around the room like somehow there were supposed to be people looking at him, judging him. But the only person judging him looked at him from the mirror, Ghost judged Simon for what he was about to do, for his stupid childish desires. Ghost would ignore the plushie, toss it away or give it back to Soap but the plush was for Simon and he knew it. Simon hugged the plush creature.

And ‘oh’ it smelled faintly like Johnny- gunpowder, his grandma's ‘healing’ herbal tincture, and the stupid fucking AXE deodorant. Johnny.

Ghost got into his bed, plushie hugged flush to his chest, nose buried in its fur. He slept peacefully that night.

REALLY enjoyed writing this, hope you all like it all the same <3 I love reading your thoughts on those! I am afraid that in some time the updates will slow down as my winter break will come to end and I will have to focus on my A-levels, but I will try to stay consistent <3 Sorry.

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[bookshelf-dust]

a camaro and a tree.

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 2,764

warnings: swearing, innuendos/billy being a flirty asshole aka being himself, mentions of neil, fluffy/lovey shit

a/n: hii :)) happy holidays! i hope that you’re enjoying whatever you celebrate, and if you don’t celebrate anything, i hope you are enjoying life in general. i’d been tossing this idea around and around in my head for forever, and i finally wrote it! i really hope you enjoy it. billy and readers first christmas while living together? yes, yes i think so. i love you all! <333

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“You know, there’s a whole ass couch that you could be spread out on in any way you please, Hargrove. I’m not entirely sure why you must splay yourself out on me.”

Billy shook the bag of Skittles in his hand around, presumably looking for the red ones. Those were his favorites, and he insisted they were better than all the rest, though you were adamant that a random handful of them was just as good—no need to be picky.

Billy crossed his legs at the ankles in response to your statement.

The both of you were sat on the sofa in your living room. It had started out with you curled up on one side, but the moment you stretched your legs out to settle on the coffee table, Billy had appeared. It was like he had a Spidey-sense.

And now he was on the other end, legs stretched out over top of your own. This is after he’d lifted the blanket from you to tuck his legs in with yours. Only he had shorts on, so now the warm skin of his calves was stuck to that of your thighs.

Billy was continually sinking further into the couch, and now snatching a pillow out from under your ass to put behind his back.

You rolled your eyes at his continued use of your space. He was surely making himself comfortable.

“You’re like a fucking house cat, you know that?”

Billy let out a breath of a laugh, eyes now on the television.

Maybe it wasn’t very “adult” of you to watch Full House during your free time, but Uncle Jessie had good hair (you seemingly had a type), and Stephanie had an excellent sense of humor.

It was more of a surprise that Billy put up with it at all, since he wasn’t keen on Growing Pains, and liked to stubbornly pretend he didn’t enjoy The Golden Girls. But he laughed at both Dorothy and Uncle Joey, no matter how many times he’d try to deny it.

He also requested you fill him in any time he missed an episode because he was home late from work.

You snuck your hand under the blanket to rub up and down Billy’s leg, fingers tracing from below his knee and across his thigh. He hummed his appreciation.

Eyes wandering from the tv, this being an episode you’d already seen, you realized how empty your living room looked.

Now maybe that was partially because the both of you did not have an abundance of furniture—a couch, a table, a stray oversized chair—but also because it was those slow few days before December began and you didn’t have a tree up.

This was the first Christmas that Billy and you would be spending in your shared little apartment, and you were rather excited about it.

Christmas hadn’t always been peaceful at home, for either of you, people being picky or whiny or just assholes in general.

But living with Billy made you feel whole. You felt safe with him, and he you.

It was just that this time, Christmas was up to you. You could do whatever you wanted and cook your favorites, or maybe not even at all. You could decorate however you pleased.

You turned to Billy, watched as he lifted his arm, pulling the chain on the floor lamp next to him, muscles shifting under the yellow light.

“When do you want to get a Christmas tree?”

He set his Skittles down, pulled his legs out from under your blanket. He propped his head up against the back of the couch with his arm, looking dreamily at you.

“You mean like buy one? I don’t imagine picking out a boxed tree is gonna be that hard.”

You sat up. “Ha! Oh no, baby, we are not getting a fake tree.”

You watched his brow furrow. “I’m pretty sure we dragged the same shit tree, box and all, from California to Indiana. Neil Hargrove was not keen on the idea of having to take care of a me, let alone a tree.”

You grimaced, and he continued. “You want to pick out a real one?” He tracked the movement of your head, your excited nod. “I’ve never done that before.”

You sat up on your knees. “It’s fun! We did it every year. Sometimes we’d pick one that was too tall and we could barely get the star on. I guess I thought we’d get to pick one out too. But if you’d rather an artificial one, that’s fine Billy.”

His hands found your face, callouses rubbing at your cheeks.

“No, sugar, a real one is fine. I assume you know where the hell we go?”

————

It took some driving around, but eventually you wound up at Merrill’s, wandering through the lanes of pines with all the other families and too loud children.

Billy walked behind you, hands stuffed in the pockets of your coat. Not only did you have little hand warmer packets, but Billy had yet to get a good pair of gloves.

He had finally relented and started wearing layers when it snowed, though that did not mean he’d done it without pouting.

So now, as the both of you sidestepped a stray toddler barreling through the thin layer of powder on the grass, the only bit of him that wasn’t actually warm were his hands.

You walked him to the shorter section of trees, thinking about how small your home actually was.

“What do you think about this one?”

You reached through the branches to grab hold of the the trunk, pulling it out and spinning it around to check all the sides.

“Stand next to it,” you told him.

“Sorry?” he questioned, obviously confused.

“You’re my size reference. Don’t,” you raised a hand, stopping him because he’d already opened his mouth, “make a dick joke. You can touch the ceilings when you raise your hands, so this is my measuring, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Billy gave you a two finger salute and moved next to the tree, it being just about the same height as he was. “Good?” He raised his eyebrows in question.

“Yep.” You heaved the tree back into its place, glancing at the aisle number before meandering through to look at a couple more.

Most of them were too tall, and because of that, too expensive. Even some of the shorter ones would’ve cost a pretty penny because of how nice they were: perfect shape, a dark, rich green, branches thick with needles.

“I think I liked that first one best, baby.” Billy’s breath was warm against your neck where he’d leaned over your shoulder to speak, what with a family of six standing right next to you, chatting exuberantly.

“I was thinking the same thing, Mr. Hargrove.”

You grabbed hold of his belt loops, tugging him along with you in search of your first tree.

Luckily, it was still there, and you made sure to put your hands on it, because there was a frightening looking woman eyeing it from across the way.

You hugged the tree, which brought out that sweet sweet laugh of Billy’s. “Let’s get this one then, huh?”

You nodded before pulling away, realizing you now had tree sap in your hair, not to mention an abundance of needles that you’d probably still be brushing out later.

Billy retrieved a cart to set the tree on, and you watched him lift with ease, wishing that was you he’d thrown over his shoulder.

“You’re staring.”

You pushed the cart towards the tree-trimmer, ignoring his statement.

Billy’s hands snuck up to the back of your neck, and then he was tickling you, cold fingertips dancing across your skin.

“Ignoring me now?” His voice was gravelly from the chill in the air, throat gone dry.

“Never. But I think the staring is allowed when we live together. You’re much too pretty for me.”

“I am gorgeous, aren’t I?”

You rolled your eyes at him, knowing you’d set yourself up for that one, and he planted a chilly kiss to your temple.

————

The drive home was short, but slightly terrifying. The Camaro was not built for having a tree tied to the top of it, and you were fidgety the whole trip.

Billy glanced your way before he pulled into the driveway. “You doubt my rope-tying skills, Y/N? Frankly, I’m offended.”

You opened your door before he could, which only spurred him on.

Billy pulled a pocket knife out from the glove compartment, flicking the blade open and cutting the ropes on your side of the car.

“I think we both know I excel at tying things up.”

“Billy,” you groaned his name, holding onto the tree so it wouldn’t slip while he cut the other side.

You could hear him laughing to himself, clearly enjoying his ability to fluster you.

The both of you slid the tree off the roof of Billy’s car, and he tossed you the keys.

You ran up the few stairs, unlocking the door and propping it open before going back to help him bring it inside.

While you were halfway through the door and feeling brave, you spoke. “You better behave yourself or we’re gonna find out how good my rope-tying skills are, Hargrove.”

You set the tree down, flying back out the door to get the stand out of the car before he could say anything.

Upon your return, Billy grabbed you by the waist, pinning you against the freshly closed front door.

“That’s not really threatening when you know I’d let you do whatever you wanted.”

You could feel yourself burning, and you tried to bury your face in his chest, but he caught your chin, quickly pressing his lips to yours.

When he pulled away his lips were that devastating shade of pink, and he was looking at you like you were everything in the world and more.

“Don’t go all shy on me now,” he propped his arm against the wall above your head, “now that we live together and whatnot.”

You grinned at him, and he kissed you silly for it.

————

It took a few days, but the tree had been successfully watered and kept alive, though it was still bare of any ornaments.

The lights had been easy to choose at Melvald’s, and Joyce had helped you pick out some she liked to put outside too.

So, gradually, both Billy and you had been bringing home a menagerie of bulbs and things for the tree, determined to make it your own and not have some shop-window-looking thing in your home.

One afternoon Billy gets off work early, but comes home to find you out and about, having left a note on the counter for him.

When you do come home, he’s in pajama bottoms and an old shirt, staring into the fridge like something’s going to hop out and prepare itself for him.

His face lights up when you emerge into the kitchen, arms immediately reaching for you, but you stop him with a raised hand. He practically frowns.

“I got you a prize, Billy baby.”

He propped his head up, hand under chin. “A prize?”

You nodded, wrestling with the bag on your hip, finally pulling something free.

“Hold out your hands.”

You plopped a small ornament into his hands. Specially a square one that looked like a vinyl sleeve, the tip of the record itself sticking out the side.

The sleeve was black and red, tiny writing across the top that said Metallica. It looked like the Kill ‘Em All album.

Billy looked up at you, eyes glossy. “Where’d you find this?”

“At the record store. They had a big tree with assorted ornaments for popular bands on it, I thought you’d like it. Do you?”

You watched as Billy flipped the ornament over in his hands, ran his thumb over the edge of the little black record, the top of the sleeve.

“‘Course I fuckin’ like it, baby.” He was giving you that prize-winning and swoon-worthy smile. The one you tried to tell yourself didn’t work on you. But that would just be a lie.

He scooped you up in his arms, squeezing you tight, lifting you just enough that your feet left the floor.

“The guy at the counter gave me a discount since we come in so often. Got myself one too.”

Billy set you down, walking to the living room to find a spot on the tree for his prize.

“I don’t get to see that one too?”

“Well yeah, sure. I was just excited about yours.” He watched you reach down in your bag for the other ornament you were supposedly housing. Sometimes with the way you searched for things in there, Billy thought you might as well be Mary Poppins.

You pulled out a simple gold ball that had the Queen logo on it in a black glossy film.

“That’s cute. Can I put it on?”

You nodded your assurance, watched dreamily as he put in on the tree.

Part of you couldn’t help but picture a smaller, much younger version of Billy doing the very same thing. Maybe with his mother.

“What’re you thinkin’ about, hon?” Billy’s voice broke you out of your stupor.

“You. What Christmas might’ve been like for you when you were younger. I was gonna ask if you even like it at all or if you’re just doing this for me.”

Billy continued to decorate the tree, opening a pack of Scooby-Doo ornaments that he’d found the other day—all five of them and a small Mystery Machine.

“Hold out your hands.”

You did, and Billy placed the ornaments along your palms so he could slip hooks in them.

“I do like Christmas,” he started, put Velma on the tree. “It was just always an ordeal, you know? First with my mom and Neil and then Susan. What we were gonna eat, if we had the money for presents at all, if I deserved anything.”

Shaggy and Scooby went up. Then Fred.

“It was just miserable, I guess. Everything was always such a big fuckin’ deal. But I don’t know, I guess I liked the atmosphere, or some shit? I guess the world feels a little more calm this time of year, though I know it’s not.”

Daphne. The Mystery Machine.

“And when we were in California and had to go see the little bit of extended family that we had, it was always ‘Billy you better behave,’ or ‘Don’t be an disrespectful,’ or anything that made sure I wasn’t going to fuck things up.”

“So I don’t think I ever had a chance to enjoy it. Not until you.”

He was silent for a minute plugging the lights in on the tree. “I better not turn around to see you giving me those watery eyes.”

He spun around, locking eyes with you. “No dice, huh?”

You shook your head. “Can I have a hug?”

Billy didn’t respond, but scooped you up his arms anyways. “You can have a hug whenever you want, baby.” He pressed a warm kiss to your forehead.

Billy’s hugs were all-consuming, the kind where there isn’t anything else in the world except for him. He tucks his cheek against your temple, wraps one arm around your shoulders and the other your back, hands rubbing all over, running down places they shouldn’t.

“So you liked your ornament, really?” Your voice was muffled where you face nuzzled his neck, metal chain warm on your nose.

“Yes. I love it.” His hands found your face, pulling you up from the safety of his chest.

“I love you, you know. And I meant what I said about enjoying this with you. Because I am.”

You pushed your hands under his shirt, the fabric coming with it because of how your arms were raised, trying to leech the heat from him.

“Kiss?” Billy was using that sultry tone, the one that made his words all slow. The one he used to butter you up.

“You can have a kiss whenever you want, baby.” He rolled his eyes at your mimicking of his earlier words.

You planted your lips firmly against his, enough that he sighed into it, breath warm on your face. You kissed him once, twice, three times before you pulled away, looking up at him, his lashes kissing at the corners, frown lines forming because you’d let up.

“I love you too, you know,” you told him, and his mouth was back on yours within the second.

————

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[knucklescum]

Motel Room - Billy Butcher x fem!Reader (The Boys)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x fem!reader (The Boys)

Word Count: 1719

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut (i was too pussy to actually write it lmao), ONE BED FIC!!! also you wear one of his shirts… 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Last time, it had been with Hughie. The time before, M.M. 

And now here you were, stood in the doorway of yet another shitty motel room as Billy fucking Butcher threw his bag onto the bed.

The bed. Singular.

You don’t even attempt to hide your annoyance as you shut the door, letting out a loud sigh.

“Come on, love.” he says, turning to you as he shimmies out of his coat. “I’m not that bad, am I?”

A scoff escapes your lips as you drop your duffle bag onto the desk, shaking your head as you remove your hoodie.

You fold your jumper up, placing it gently over the back of the desk chair as Butcher falls onto the mattress with a content hum.

“Not so fast, dickhead.” you say, your voice a dry laugh. “I’ll help you make a ‘lil bed on the floor.”

You lean over him, not even attempting to catch his eyes as you snatch up one of the pillows, throwing it onto the floor.

“I’m sure your coat will work as a blanket,” you say, tilting your head innocently, although your smirk tells Butcher all he needs to know.

“What,” he starts, sitting up on the edge of the mattress as you lean against the wall. “- makes you think I’m giving up this bed, sweetheart?”

He tilts his own head, mocking you with a similar shit-eating grin to your own.

“M.M gave me the bed. So did Hughie, you know,” you pause. “Like gentlemen?”

“Oh I’m the gentlest of them all, love. I’ll even give you a little cuddle if you fancy,” he smirks, nodding his head at you.

“Get fucked,” you whisper, quickly arming yourself with your jumper and launching it at his head.

To your dismay, he catches it with no problem, throwing it to the floor alongside the pillow.

“Now hang on a second, princess,” Butcher says, bringing a hand to his chin in faux confusion before pointing a finger at you. “Hughie told me you two shared the bed?”

Of course he did.

“Well, yeah,” you sigh. “I wasn’t going to let him sleep on the floor now, was I? He’s fragile.”

Butcher can’t help the small chuckle that slips out of his mouth before his face hardens again.

“So why am I sleeping on the floor?”

“Because you’re a cunt,” you say, flippant as you turn back to your bag, rummaging for your wallet. “I’m going to get a snack.”

“Grab me a-” you slam the door shut, ignoring Butcher and whatever request he may have had.

The cold night air was refreshing. You had spent an awfully long time just staring at the vending machine, any excuse to get away from that warm, tiny room where Butcher was, maybe, waiting for you.

In fairness, the vending machine was in serious need of a restock: the only things left were a singular packet of skittles and a redbull. 

“Fuck it,” you whisper to yourself as you input the code for the skittles, and then the redbull before finding the perfect spot on the side of the building for a good lean. Maybe it was the result of some kind of long forgotten trauma, or just a part of your being, but you’d always found that a nice, cold wall always brought you back to reality.

You cracked the can open, your back flat against the wall as you took a sip of the drink.

To this day, you weren’t entirely sure why being alone with Butcher made you so tense. The two of you met just after Becca went missing, when Butcher started his ‘mission’. From day one, he’d got under your skin - his snide remarks, his nicknames, the way he treated the other guys. But there was another side to him that, albeit unintentionally, he had let slip from time to time. He was genuinely funny, weirdly sweet - especially to you and Hughie, and he always had your back.

And you couldn’t deny the fact that you’d felt his eyes on you, occasionally. When you’d get out of the shower in the hideout wrapped in a towel, on hot days when you’d stroll out of your ‘room’ (a flimsily curtained off section of the basement) in just an oversized shirt. You were certain that you’d caught him watching you, but you know he would never admit it.

Quickly, you down the last of your energy drink before tossing the can into the bin, making your way back to the room. 

You’ve barely shut the door when Butcher jumps up from the bed, a wash of worry across his face before he quickly replaces it with his usual teasing expression.

“What were you doing out there? Foraging for a kitkat?” he asks. 

In the time you were gone he’d removed his boots and folded your jumper back on to the chair, as well as returned the pillow back to its spot on the bed. 

“This is all they had,” you say, throwing the bag of skittles vaguely in his direction as you tuck your wallet back into your bag.

He lets out a sigh as he opens the packet, immediately tipping half of the contents into his mouth.

“Save me some, asshole!” you exclaim.

After your internal battle at the vending machine, you give into your exhaustion and flop yourself on the bed, spread like a starfish directly in the centre. Pulling your eyes closed, you hear Butcher shuffle around the room and - is he undressing?

“Butcher, what the f-” you shout in a whisper, sitting up and keeping your eyes on his face, afraid to move your eyes anywhere else, just in case.

“What? Can’t a man change into his fucking jim-jams in peace?” he utters back to you, his voice a breath louder than yours.

“Jim-jams?” you mock. “Jesus christ, Butch.”

“If I’m going to be squished into this bed with you, I at least want to be fuckin’ comfortable,” he says, raising his hands in defence.

“There’s always the floor.”

“Fuck off, sweetheart,” he says, turning his back to you to pull his pyjamas on. 

When the two of you eventually look back to each other, it’s hard to stop your eyes from roaming over the entirety of his body. He’s ditched his shirt all together, donning only a pair of baggy, plaid bottoms.

“What?” he says as he returns to the bed, pushing your limbs out of the way as he parks himself on top of the duvet. “I saw Hughie’s, thought they looked quite nice.” He turns to face you, a questioning smirk on his face. “Is that alright with you?”

You nod your head before resting it back onto the pillow, sinking into the mattress as you become increasingly more aware of just how close you are to the man.

The two of you remain in your weirdly comfortable silence, your breaths becoming softer as you start to relax.

That is, until Butcher interrupts you.

“You’re sleeping in jeans?” he scoffs. “Get your fucking PJs on, love.”

You bring your hand to your face, rubbing your forehead before you sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and pushing yourself up onto your feet.

“You had your shoes on in the bed too? Mad fucking woman,” he utters, shaking his head as he watches you cross the room to your bag.

“I’m tired, alright? Fuck off,” you sigh.

Holding yourself up on the desk, you slide out of your trainers before turning your back to Butcher.

You feel around in your bag for a top to wear to bed, your hand meeting the soft material of one shirt in particular.

Shit.

Ignoring the feeling of the imminent questioning, you wrestle the shirt out of your bag, placing it on the side before removing your own top. Despite facing away from him, you can feel Butcher’s eyes on your bare back as you undo your bra, a small, satisfied hum escaping your lips as your tits fall freely.

Of course, he can’t see your front, but you’re sure he’s imagining.

Quickly, you pull the shirt over yourself, beginning to fasten the buttons when you hear Butcher’s breath hitch.

“Is that my shirt?” he says, his voice low.

“It’s comfy,” you shrug, shuffling out of your jeans before turning back to face him.

“I’m well aware,” he whispers.

Your eyes meet his almost instantly, his pupils large and dark, remaining focused on yours with each step you make closer to the bed. Closer to him.

He shuffles slightly closer to his edge of the bed, so much so that your skin doesn’t even brush his as you crawl back into the bed.

“I’m not going to bite you, Butcher,” you laugh, nodding your head for him to scoot closer. “Come on, you’re going to fall off the bed.”

He nods in response, moving maybe half a centimetre closer before stopping again.

“Jesus fucking christ, you can touch me, Butcher,” you sigh, making yourself comfortable on your side of the mattress. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, (y/n).”

“Oh.”

You and Butcher were very obviously not on the same page.

Your mind starts to race. He wants to touch you? Wait, fuck - he said your name! How long has he wanted this? Do you want this? Of course you do. You’ve wanted this for a while.

“You have no idea how much I want you, sweetheart,” he whispers. “I-I’m always thinking about you. It’s stupid, I know. You’re you and I’m, well, I’m a fucking state-”

You cut off his ramblings with your lips on his. There’s no sparks, no fireworks, but fuck it feels so right. 

He kisses back instantly, scooting closer to you, your chest brushing against his. A few seconds pass before he pulls away from you, a never ending distance between you once again.

“Sweetheart, I can’t. I’m too old - you’re too young to be messing about with someone like me,” he whispers, his dark eyes boring into yours.

“Stop denying yourself,” you utter. “You’re Billy fucking Butcher.”

In an instant, his lips return to their place on yours, his beard a soothing scratch on your face.

“You’re fucking right I am.”

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[harossoup]

Scream(ing because of Seungmin)

@harossoup

Genre: smut, with a lil fluff

warnings: cursing, groaning, moaning, whimpering, dry humping, unprotected sex, seungmin "fucking the reader stupid", cumming inside & on,lmk if I missed any!!

pair: afab!reader x amab!Seungmin

You had invited over your best friend, Kim Seungmin for a light-hearted movie night earlier in the daytime because you wanted to see who'd scream and flinch the most at horror movies, and made a bet to whoever screamed the most, even while not watching the movie it just had to be playing had to treat the other to a meal of their choice. You both had agreed to this over text messages, earlier in the morning.

You specifically planned it at night, because it seemed more eerie, and you knew Seungmin was more cautious at night so he'd quickly lose.

Once he arrived, it was night and the sky was dark like charcoal, the glistening stars illuminating Seungmin a bit.

"Hey," He said, smiling once you opened the door. His hands were in the pockets of his grey sweatpants, his hair fluffy and some strands wet as if he came after getting out of the shower, and overtop of his defined abs a plain white shirt that was baggy and reached about to the waistband.

"Hi, Min, hurry up it's so cold outside." You responded, smiling too, moving away from the doorframe a bit and gesturing towards the couch with a blanket sprawled out over it, which had an elegant glass coffee table in front of it, with snacks on it such as Popcorns, Skittles, Gummy worms, Hot Cheetos, etc. Just things you think Seungmin would like.

Once he had gotten inside, you locked the door tightly and hurried over to the spot on the couch beside him.

"Seungmin" His name came out of your lips to get his attention, almost like a cat's purr.

"What do you wanna watch?" You asked. "I was thinking scream first, how about that?" You drawled while staring into Seungmins's coffee bean colored eyes, which were staring right back.

"Yeah, let's watch that." He stated in agreement, never breaking eye contact.

You had to break eye contact first because you felt your face warm up, your cheeks almost turning Scarlett red.

You quickly brushed it off and acted unbothered by grabbing two gummy worms, placing them in between your middle and ring finger as if they were cigarettes. You gestured your hand towards him, and he grabbed both just to tease you.

"Seungmin!" You hissed.

In response he giggled while chewing on a side of the gummy worm, almost pursing his lips as if he was sucking into a lemon due to the citric acid on the gummy worms. You couldn't help but bite back a laugh.

"S-Strop Iz nawt funnhe," he cried, but he couldn't talk properly because of the sour taste.

"Seungmin just spit it out" you whined as you rolled your eyes. Both your hands met your cubital fossa on each arm, making them cross as they were brought below your chest.

He stood up and hurried to the kitchen, the sounds of footsteps, gagging, and the kitchen sink faucet running followed along.

While he did that, you grabbed the remote control and fidgeted with the buttons until it took you to the movie.

Once you finished, seungmin was back in the living room, but now, he was against the arm of the couch you were sitting on earlier, specifically the left side but now you're laying on his upper thigh, his fingertips stroking your hair as you both watched the movie.

"Min" you cooed his name softly, feeling his posture straighten once he heard you.

"Yes?" He replied, taking his hand out of your hair.

"Nothing." You say while giggling. Your throat vibrated as you did.

"fuck." Seungmin cursed under his breath at the feeling of your vibrating throat on his cock, filling him with pleasure.

"hm?" You hummed as you sat up.

"Don't lay there okay?" He muttered as he cupped your cheek with his hand. You nod, obeying his orders, but once you laid back down you asked him "Why can't I?"

He didn't respond, he just stared at you.

"Seungmin." You said, looking up at him as your neck was directly on his dick.

"Shit." He said underneath his breath while throwing his head back.

You then realized why he did, which made you quickly get up off him and apologize profusely. You repeated "I'm sorry" over and over again, as if it was a chant, or you were a kid being forced to write and say "I'm sorry" after misbehaving as many times as you can.

"|Reader's name|, sit on my lap." He said, patting the space in between his thighs. You follow his orders once again, not wanting to make him mad.

While watching the movie, you felt jolts of excitement rush through your body, getting wet by the moment.

You then realize you were on Seungmin's lap, which made a whimper roll off your tongue, when it did you had felt Seungmin's nails go deeper into your skin.

Soft kisses were planted on your back as he humped you.

He turned you to face him quickly, he took that to his advantage and kissed your sensitive nipples which made you whimper.

Before you knew it, Seungmin had gotten his and your pants off.

"Can I.." Seungmin began before hesitating. "Can I fuck you?" He asked as if he was begging. You nodded in approval, then he wasted no time to push his veiny, long length inside you.

A breathy gasp, almost like one when you hold your breath before jumping into a pool was pushed out of you by the force of his cock inside you, now twitching.

He picked you up, only the tip in your pussy then before he dropped you back on, causing breathy moans and groans from both of you and the sounds of skin slapping together filled the room, echoing too.

"a-ah f'k..." You cooed almost incoherent words at his pace, making you closer to reaching your climax.

"mm..I-Im c-cumin’" you whimper as he fucks you stupid.

"Cum for me, be a good girl hmm?" He hums, his breath hitching and himself panting.

With a strong, deep thrust you paint his dick that was once peach tan with white. After your climax, you go ragdoll and Seungmin is now holding you up by your waist.

He fucked at your g-spot, which made him cum and paint your walls white.

Once he noticed how limp you were, he quickly questioned you "Baby, are you okay?" there were still hints of panting in his breath.

"Yes..too tired to move," you respond, which made him giggle and whisper in your ear "Get me some cheesecake factory and next time ill fuck you harder hm?"

Fuck, he ruined you.

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[lifeandlies-of-regulusblack]

The Marauders Era but make it the Breakfast Club.

You get MWPP detentioning with the Skittles. Barty and Sirius looking at each other, creeped out by how similar they are so they try to kill each other. James gets a good long look at Regulus up close and is immediately attracted. Ooh la la la. What a pretty boy. He MUST know i exist and that he has piqued my interest. Oh, regulus knows he exists alright. Remus and Regulus being the only ones left seating when McGonagall and Slughorn leave because they're the only two people actually doing detention work. They strike up a conversation and somehow realize one understands the other unsettlingly well. So they do their work together and remus ends up wishing he knew regulus better. He feels oddly at ease. James and Sirius are out of their seats the moment the door closes and Peter follows. Barty gets tired of fighting Sirius and leaves mid-fight to grab Evan and Regulus to try and colonize a section of the library. Pandora is there because she wants to be with her friends. She just wants to vibe and uses Barty as a pillow while they all sit on the floor.

From afar, remus notices that Regulus and Barty tend to get into squabbles and it's Evan who plays the role he often assumes when it comes to James and Sirius. Pandora only just switches from cheering regulus on to cheering for barty. Sirius this time, is a little tense because he's occupying the same space as his brother, hands twitching at his sides as he looks at Regulus, the other pointedly ignoring him. Sirius wants to punch his brother in the face. Sirius wants to make a scene. Sirius wants to grab Regulus and place his head into the crook of his neck because he misses holding regulus in his arms, he wants to take him to the potters for the holidays and never let him go. He does nothing but sit and stare.

Pandora gives peter one of her fidget spinners when he sees him looking at the books alone. Peter tells Pandora random obscure facts about wizarding history and pandora makes a conspiracy theory out of every single one of them.

Barty brings weed and sirius is mad because McGonagall confiscated his! At this point they've all spent three hours together and have two more to conquer. So they all sit the fuck down while barty provides top quality weed and sirius offers up his detention essay for the cause, and they all use it to roll up their joints. "I think this is what the muggles call communism," peter pipes up and they all laugh.

They all get a few hits in and they get to fucking talking. And whoooooooo. Damn. They're all high, and bored, and extremely confused about spending time with the last people they ever thought to be spending detention with. You know what they do? TRAUMA DUMP.

Tbc.

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[moonyssmommyy]

My Marauders Headcanons Pt. 3 ~ Remus John Lupin

(Daniel Sharman as Remus Lupin makes sooo much sense, in my head. I mean he is soggy, wet dog of a man like Remus. He plays a werewolf on Teen Wolf. He has the hair, and if cocky, cool Remus is your thing he can pull that off too. Also there's a pic of him in a cowboy hat for all the Cowboy!Remus going on rn)

Hes an old man at heart and he always has been

He's very awkward, like if it weren't for the marauders he'd probably have like no friends

He actually gets along with everybody despite the facts he's awkward as hell

Became friends with The Pantheons/Slytherin Skittles/The Emeralds (whatever your preferred term is) after the prank

Light Academia aesthetic

He looks so funny sitting there wearing his light clothes next to them in all their dark ones

Still as cute as ever

He is not the smartest marauder

I mean in book sense yes but absolutely nothing else

He's awkward as fuck, and he's about as creative as a piece of cardboard

He's not emotionally intelligent either he gets even more awkward when people start crying

He has some psychological/ mental intelligence but not much

He's become best friends with Evan and Regulus

Barty reminds him a lot of James and he's thankful for that because he really missed James

He didn't talk to Sirius for months after the prank

Didn't talk to James either as he was on Sirius' side

Remus had expected it but it still hurt

Peter was there though and he'll forever be grateful for that

When he finally did start talking to James again it was like nothing had ever happened, but when he started talking to Sirius again everything was different

Remus' words were calloused, and cold he hadn't called Sirius padfoot or pads since the prank

Sirius hated that

Hated Snape even more after the prank too

His favorite color is actually brown, he says it's green to seem less boring but that's actually his second favorite color

Smokes Marlboro Light 100s

Fav class is Astronomy but best class is DADA

He's thoughtful and very, very observant

His fav muggle candy is Mr. Goodbar's

Tried on Sirius' leather jacket once and wants to get one of his own now

Really enjoys being the little spoon but he's so tall (that's why Barty is a good snuggle buddy)

Love Languages are Quality Time and physical touch

He prefers to receive physical touch and just spend time with you bc he doesn't really know how else to express himself

Mama's boy just like James

But he really loves his dad too

He fucking loves dinosaurs

So does Peter, they can talk about them for hours

Remus and Peter are variants of each other

Remus is a nerd from hell 😭

It's ok he's cute tho

Remus is naturally left handed but he learned to write with his right hand bc writing of the superstition that surrounds it

James and McGonagall are the only ones who know

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The Younger Kind Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After he gives you the best time of your life, you wonder what exactly you mean to Bradley. Your heart sinks when he asks you to babysit again, and you realize you can't keep letting him do this to you. You brace yourself for another night of waiting for him to get home from a date, but you're in for a surprise when you arrive. 

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

Length: 4500 words

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

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Bradley realized on Thursday morning in the hangar that he had been avoiding Nat at work when she handed him a cup of coffee and said, "Oh, look, you do still exist. I've barely seen you all week. What's going on? You okay?"

"I'm fine, Nat."

"How's Noah? And how's it going with your babysitter?" she asked, raising one eyebrow at him.

The look on his face must have given him away. He could feel his cheeks flushing as he struggled to meet her eyes. "Pretty great," he muttered, and Nat gasped.

"You fucked her!"

He managed to meet her eyes now. "I mean, everything but."

"Bradley! You got off with her?" Nat asked, eyes wide. "You needed it to be special. Was it special?"

He swallowed hard, his eyes closing as he thought about your mouth on him and his mouth on you. Then your face and your laughter were right there, along with your books and bags of Skittles. "Yeah, Nat. It was."

The screeching sound coming from his best friend was obnoxious, but when he reached into his pocket when his phone vibrated, he felt sick. 

"Nat. It's Meredith."

She was immediately grabbing for his phone, but he pulled it away from her. "Let me answer it. I'll set her straight," Nat snarled, instantly angry. Bradley loved Natasha Trace for so many reasons, and her protectiveness of him and Noah was just one of them. "She doesn't have the right to call you!"

Bradley ignored the call and turned his phone off. "She does this every year around Noah's birthday. I don't know if it's out of guilt or what exactly, but I should have honestly been expecting it." 

But he hadn't been expecting Noah's mom to start trying to contact him, because instead, Bradley had been completely distracted by you. When you were at his house watching Noah, that's where he wanted to be, too. And when you weren't there, he was wondering what you were doing. And when he was there with you, he couldn't keep his hands off you.

"She gave birth to Noah, and then she left. She doesn't get to keep doing this to you," Nat whispered, running her hand along his arm. "She has no guardianship rights."

"I know, Nat," Bradley replied, "but I'm always afraid she will try to petition for it."

When Nat wrapped her arms around him, Bradley let her hold him for a moment. "So what are you going to do about the babysitter?" she asked, smirking up at him.

Bradley shrugged and closed his eyes. "Keep her away from Jake, I guess."

She laughed and punched him in the middle; hugging time must be over now. "I'm serious, Bradley."

"So am I, Nat. And she's too young for me." And then when Bradley was called to his aircraft, it was with thoughts of you soaking his face while you moaned his name on his mind.

After work, when he pulled into the parking lot at Noah's daycare, he turned his phone back on. There were a number of missed calls from his ex and several texts from her as well.

Meredith: Please call me back. I just want to talk for a minute. I just need to know how Noah is doing.

He couldn't let her keep doing this. It would be too confusing for Noah as he got older and realized who she was. But instead of writing back, Bradley scrolled down to your name and tapped his screen.

He was supposed to have a date with someone named Eliza from the app on Saturday night, but what was the point? It had been less than twenty four hours since Bradley made you cum all over his face, and he was craving you in every way. He needed your fingers in his hair and your taste on his tongue as much as he needed to eat and breathe. 

Princess, can you come over on Saturday night?

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You had been turned on since last night. Even when you left Bradley's house and got home, your skin was tingling and there was a soft buzzing in your ears. You'd been up half the night, thinking about his mouth and getting yourself worked up. 

The truth was, you wanted Bradley so much, you didn't know if you could be around him if you weren't allowed to touch him. The memory of the strands of his soft, wavy hair was still present on your fingertips as you pressed them against your own clit. You were finally caving, touching yourself now, even though you were half afraid it would override the feel of his mustache on you. 

But it didn't. Not at all. As you fingered yourself, you thought you could smell him in your bed. And when you came around your own fingers, they felt like his. You wondered if you'd ever be able to squirt like that again, because he had liked it. He had told you it was hot, said you were a Princess who should be worshipped. 

You were probably going to be horny for the rest of your life. 

But when you hadn't heard from Bradley by Thursday afternoon, you were starting to feel awkward. You had sucked his cock; he said it was the best blowjob of his life. He had eaten your pussy; it was the most intense orgasm you'd ever had. And he still paid you for babysitting. You groaned as you walked back to your car after class. Why did you let him pay you? You should have refused. 

You were looking at your phone, reading a new text from him before you could even process what was going on.

Bradley Bradshaw: Princess, can you come over on Saturday night?

Your heart felt elated. You were typing back to him, immediately agreeing. But then you almost dropped your phone down a storm drain. He probably had another date. Someone else from the app. You were going to get jealous again, and he was going to come home early again and tell you that he couldn't stop thinking about you. He was going to keep doing this over and over, and you were so afraid that you were going to let him. 

When Greyson called you a minute later, you answered without really looking at your phone. 

"Hey. You wanna come over?"

"Um," you mumbled. "I just got out of class, and I have a lot of homework."

"Come do your homework here," he said, and you could tell he was smiling. 

You'd been avoiding Greyson a lot lately, and you knew it was mostly because of Bradley. 

"Come on," he whined. "I'll feed you dinner."

You laughed. "What's for dinner? Hot cheetos and cheap beer?" you asked. You instantly thought about the filet mignon you'd eaten at Bradley's kitchen table last night and all of the expensive coffees he bought for you. Because as funny as it was to pick on him for supposedly flirting with the baristas, you knew he was buying them for you because you liked them.

"Maybe on Sunday, Grey," you told him and then hung up a minute later. You'd give Bradley one more chance, otherwise you needed to be done. 

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Bradley spent most of Friday evening and Saturday morning thinking about what he should do about Meredith in between thoughts of you. He had cancelled his date with Eliza on Thursday, and now he was counting down the hours until you would be here with him and Noah. 

He wanted so badly to spend the evening here, just the three of you, but he hadn't told you about the plan ahead of time. His brain was telling him this was a mistake, but his body and heart were overruling everything he thought.

When he put Noah down for an afternoon nap and tried to figure out what to wear for the night, Meredith called him again. You, you, you. He wanted to focus on you. He ignored the call again, realizing he was going to have to deal with her eventually, or he might run the risk of her showing up here on Noah's birthday.

Frustrated, Bradley pulled on a soft tee shirt and some comfortable sweatpants. If he was going to indulge himself in his fantasy of spending an evening at home, eating popcorn with the right girl, then he was going all in. Then he pulled out another soft shirt and another pair of pants and left them on this bed along with your purple paper crown.

It was nearly dinnertime when Noah woke up, and Bradley was expecting you soon. He was so antsy, and by the time he heard your car in the driveway, he and Noah were both running for the front door to see you.

"Hi!" you said a bit breathlessly, taking in the sight before you. Bradley was clearly not dressed for a date, at least not the kind he'd been going on before. And Noah was holding up a coloring page of a princess in a castle that he and Bradley had worked on for you. "Is that for me?" you asked, eyeing both of them with a soft smile. 

"It's a princess," Noah informed you. "Daddy helped me use all the colors so she's as pretty as you."

You took the page in your hand and looked at it before bending to kiss Noah on the top of his head. Bradley's heart was pounding in his chest as you looked him up and down curiously. "You're not going out?" He thought your voice sounded hopeful, and the way you were nibbling softly on your glossy lip was enough to make his cock twitch. 

"No, Princess," he told you, and you released your lip from your teeth and licked it. God, he wanted to push you down on the couch and undress you. Taste your pretty pussy again. "I thought the three of us could have a night in."

"Oh," you whispered. You looked and sounded surprised. He should have figured you would, since he'd been seeing a multitude of women over the past few weeks, all while knowing he just wanted you. 

"Daddy said we can order a pizza," Noah said, hugging your leg and pulling you toward the kitchen. 

"Is Daddy going to make popcorn and watch a movie later, too?" you asked, grinning at Bradley. 

"That's the plan, Princess," he whispered, running his knuckles along your soft cheek while Noah led you to the kitchen table. You stopped when you saw two cups from his favorite coffee shop next to each other. When you read both of them, you laughed and picked up the one that had Princess written across it.

"This one must be yours." You picked up the cup that said peasant and handed it to Bradley as you took a sip of your vanilla latte.

"It sure is," he agreed as he drank his hazelnut coffee. "I left more pajamas out on my bed if you want to change. And I'll order whatever kind of pizza you like."

You were looking up at him in awe. He should have done this with you weeks ago. "Okay," you whispered and told him what your favorite kind of pizza was. Then he sat down to color with Noah and watched you walk out of the kitchen and head to his bedroom. He immediately thought about following you. He could push you up against his dresser, wedge his knee between your thighs and listen to you make the noises that he thought about when he touched himself while he kissed you. 

But instead he colored a knight in armor with a blue crayon and sipped his coffee. He wasn't sure what you wanted from him. He wasn't even really certain about what he wanted with you. But the more time he spent around you, it was going to become increasingly difficult to keep his hands to himself. 

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You stood next to Bradley's bed and looked at the soft Top Gun shirt and the lounge pants he had left out for you. Your crown was there too. What exactly was happening here? You felt like you had missed something. He wasn't going on a date. He was staying home all evening with you and Noah. Maybe he was feeling things ever since you and he had spent some time together on his living room couch. You definitely were. 

Without bothering to close the door, you took off your shoes and socks and stripped down to your underwear. The well worn lounge pants were way too long and needed to be rolled at the waist, but the fabric felt nice against your skin. Bradley's shirt was too big as well, so you tied the bottom of it in a little knot that showed off a bit of skin at your waist. 

You ran your fingers along the paper crown before picking it up and setting it on your head as well. Then you grabbed the yellow crown from Noah's room and took it with you.

When you were standing in the kitchen doorway and saw Bradley with Noah sitting on his thigh while they colored, you felt a little dizzy. "The knight can match the Princess," Bradley was telling his son. "And then we can color the dragon."

"An orange dragon," Noah said, locating the correct crayon. You didn't get to see them interact like this too much, since Bradley was usually leaving when you got here. But you thought you could watch this all night. 

Just as Bradley was pressing a kiss to Noah's hair, you heard his phone ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and frowned, ignoring a call before looking up at you. And then his expression changed completely. His eyes were a little wide, and his lips parted as he looked at you. 

You thought you'd feel a little self conscious in his clothing, but the way he was looking at you was making you feel bold. 

"Princess," he rasped as you strolled the rest of the way into the room. The urge to sit on his other thigh and press soft kisses to his cheek and Noah's was almost overwhelming. His eyes were glued on the little spot of your skin that was on display above the lounge pants, as if he hadn't had you spread out on his couch with his face buried in your pussy a few days ago. As if he hadn't seen nearly everything before. As if you hadn't squirted on him when you came.

But his cheeks were flushed now, and you felt need thrumming through your body as your nipples tightened. When the doorbell rang, you jumped a few inches, and Bradley stood up, setting Noah down in the seat. 

"Probably the pizza," he muttered when he brushed past you, his knuckles brushing your skin. You moaned softly, and you turned to see him running his fingers through his hair as he retrieved dinner. 

You stood at the table next to Noah, and Bradley came to stand behind you, guiding a pizza box and container of salad over your head and setting them down in front of you. "Here you go, Princess," he whispered, and you felt his lips brush your ear while Noah colored. You turned your face toward him, and his lips met your cheek. You brushed your body back against him, and he grunted; you could feel his cock through his pants where it rubbed along your butt, and he was definitely a little hard.

It was all so domestic and sexy, just like the morning after you'd slept alone in Bradley's bed. He was giving you goosebumps. You swallowed hard as he backed away from you. "Wait. A salad. I feel like this is a test," you told him as he gathered some plates and utensils. 

Bradley chuckled as he opened two beers and set one next to your plate. "Go ahead," he said, nodding at the salad container. 

You tried not to smile as you added some salad to your plate and covered it in a copious amount of the salad dressing. "Thank goodness," Bradley muttered, fixing his salad up in a similar fashion as his knee bumped your thigh. 

You started cutting up a slice of pizza into smaller bites for Noah, and the way Bradley whispered, "Thank you," had the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. "You always take care of us."

You looked him in the eye. "You're not paying me tonight, right?"

His eyes dipped down to your lips as he slowly shook his head. "No."

You put the plate of pizza in front of Noah and asked, "Should we make a crown for your dad, too? Look how sad he looks without one." When Bradley pouted at both of you, Noah started laughing. 

"He needs a green one," Noah informed you, and as soon as you were finished eating dinner, Noah was in Bradley's lap and you were standing behind him. You let your fingers trail through his hair while you measured his head with a piece of green construction paper. 

Bradley was leaning into your touch while Noah tried to help you. After you cut out the crown and Noah colored it, you taped it together. "Here you go, Noah. Set it on his head," you told him, and you watched him place the silly paper crown on his dad's head. It was completely crooked, and Bradley's wavy hair stuck out around it, but he looked impossibly adorable when he glanced up at you.

"Am I a prince now?" he rasped, and you wanted to kiss him. You even thought about doing it in front of Noah, but you held yourself at bay. 

"No, Daddy, I'm the prince," Noah said with a laugh grabbing him by the nose. "You're the knight."

"Ah, that makes sense," Bradley told him, kissing his plump little cheek. "Who wants to watch a movie and eat popcorn?"

"Me!" you and Noah said in unison, and you scooped him up from Bradley's lap.

"You need to get some pjs on first, like me and your dad," you told Noah. 

"Daddy doesn't have pjs on. He doesn't wear shirts at night," Noah insisted, and you turned toward Bradley and shook your head.

"By the time we meet you in the living room, you better be in dress code," you scolded him playfully, wondering if he'd take his shirt off like he had the other morning. 

Bradley just smirked at you. "Sure, Princess. Whatever you want."

You changed Noah into race car pajamas and carried him to the couch while Bradley popped a bag of popcorn, and you dug your bag of Skittles out of your tote.

"Which movie do you want?" you asked Noah as he settled onto your lap. You scrolled through his collection of animated movies, and he chose Sleeping Beauty. You had the movie queued up and ready to play when Bradley walked in shirtless with a gigantic bowl of popcorn and two steaming mugs, his crown still crooked on his head. He handed you the mug that said Getting high is part of my job and you laughed.

"Thanks," you whispered as he settled down next to you. You pushed play, and Bradley took the remote from your hand since Noah and your fresh coffee were an armful at the moment. 

"You're welcome," he replied, his warm bicep resting against your shoulder. Every time you reached into the bowl of popcorn on his lap, you glanced at his naked torso. Bradley was so pretty, you didn't think you'd ever get used to looking at him. 

You wanted to kiss him, but instead you shoved fistfuls of popcorn into your mouth. Noah was making a mess, dropping it on Bradley's lap and the floor. But you didn't seem to mind, and neither did Bradley. And the whole night felt perfect. Bradley took your empty mug from you and set it on the floor along with his and the empty popcorn bowl. 

When he settled against the back of the couch, he let his arm come to rest around your shoulders. You smirked up at him, and he smirked down at you, and then you reached for the bag of Skittles you had hidden on your other side. 

"You want some?" you asked, dangling the bag in his face. 

He leaned in closer, and you thought he was going to kiss you. "Have I earned the privilege?" he whispered. 

His voice made you feel weak, and your fingers shook a little bit as you ripped open the package. "I think so. But you only get a twenty five percent cut, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. I remember," he told you, eyes half lidded as he looked at your lips when you placed a green Skittle there before biting into it. "I earned that right for kissing you so good."

You bit back a moan as Noah repositioned himself on your lap. "Yeah, Daddy," you agreed, and now Bradley was the one actually moaning. He watched your every move as you dumped out three more Skittles into your palm, took the orange one, and fed it to him. When your thumb caught on his lip, you scooted even closer to him. Then you dumped out four more and fed him one of them. "You're getting exactly one quarter of them, and not a Skittle more."

He ate every single one you placed between his lips, and finally he asked, "What if I do a really great job again? Do I have the potential to earn more?"

You almost dumped Noah on the floor by accident as you leaned in and kissed Bradley softly on his lips. When you pulled away, he chased you for another, and your lips willingly returned to his. You traded soft nudges and shared smiles, lips teasing gently as the movie played in the background. 

"Princess," Bradley whispered against your lips as his hand came up to caress your cheek. His crown slipped down his forehead and you giggled. Noah shifted on your lap and turned to face you while he yawned, and you pulled away from Bradley as his hand dropped down to his lap. 

"Are you getting sleepy?" you asked Noah softly, and he nodded. "Do you want to finish the movie?" He nodded again. "Come here, we can snuggle."

You pulled him against your chest and glanced up at Bradley before you stretched out on the couch and let your head rest on his thigh. You were sandwiched between Noah's tiny body and even breathing as he fell asleep in front of you and Bradley's solid warmth beneath your head. When he brought his fingers up to brush a pattern along your neck, you shivered and closed your eyes. You were melting against him while his big hand came to rest on your shoulder, stroking your collarbone through his soft tee shirt.

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You were asleep in Bradley's lap with your arms wrapped around his son, and he fucking needed this. Your skin was so soft against his fingers, and your lips looked pouty in your sleep. Tonight had been perfect. Better than any other date he'd had using the app. Probably better than any other date he'd had, ever. He couldn't even really remember his first date with Meredith, and he'd had a fucking child with her. 

You moaned softly as the end credits played, and you nuzzled your cheek against his thigh. Bradley gently removed his own crown followed by yours and Noah's and set them on the end table. He didn't want to disturb you, but he needed to put Noah in his bed. So Bradley gently slid out from beneath you and eased your cheek down against the couch cushion. When he knelt in front of Noah and tried to untangle your arms, you jolted awake and pulled Noah closer to yourself, as if you were protecting him.

"Oh," you sighed, "it's just you." You looked pleased to see that Bradley was the one scooping Noah up off the couch. 

"It's just me, Princess," he promised, watching you sit up and stretch, your arms pulling his shirt higher, revealing more skin. "I'll be right back."

As gently and as quickly as he could, Bradley carried Noah to his bed and tucked him in with a kiss. He could still picture the way you had been holding him, and he couldn't get enough as he rushed back out to the living room. 

You were cleaning the mess of popcorn off the floor and picking up the Skittles wrapper when he said, "You don't have to do that."

"I don't mind." Then you turned to face him and dumped out four more pieces of candy into your palm before putting the trash in the empty popcorn bowl. 

He slowly closed the distance between the two of you, saying, "According to the rules, exactly one of those Skittles belongs to me."

You pressed your lips together, and he could tell you were trying not to laugh. When he reached for the candies in your palm, you closed your fingers around them and pulled your hand away. "Not so fast."

He crowded you in with a smirk until you were backed up against the wall. "Rules are rules, baby," he whispered. 

"And what if I give you two of them? Make it a fifty/fifty share of the final four?" you asked, looking up at him as he rested one forearm on the wall next to your head. "What would you say then?"

He grunted, placing a kiss on your cheek. "I'd say you were giving me a green light, Princess." He kissed your lips softly, adding, "And I'd say I'm extra thankful I cancelled my app date to spend time with you instead. Because a girl who gives me more than my fair share of Skittles is the only one I want."

You tipped your head back against the wall. "Did you really cancel to spend the night here with me and Noah?"

"Yeah."

"Do you remember what her name was?"

"No."

You giggled. "It's better this way. She probably hates salad dressing." You parted his lips with your thumb and gently fed him not one but two of the Skittles before crunching the other two between your teeth and smirking at him.

"Come here, Princess," Bradley growled, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body against him. He inhaled your sweet wildflower scent and said, "Tell me what you want."

You dragged the tip of your tongue along Bradley's lips and whispered, "I want you, Daddy."

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Now that's more like it, Daddy! Princess wants you...will you let her have you? Enjoy your babysitter fic @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 10

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i fucking love sour candy i love my tongue hurting a little i miss altoids sours that gave me mouth sores i miss when sour skittles hurt i love sour food

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2:30 series - GET OUT

Summary: One too sure, the other not that much. One focused on the present, the other too stuck on the past and afraid of the future. Both of them in love with each other.

genre: angst ( are we really surprised at this point?)

A/N: Let me know if you have any questions ;) as always feedback is always appreciated! feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime 😊

The next day, Jungkook's mother stayed with him until lunch, when Namjoon arrived to replace her. You agreed with him to stay with Jungkook from the afternoon until the next day, since he informed you that he had a meeting with Bang PD. You arrived at the hospital at the agreed time, greeting some of the nurses that you have already become accustomed to due to the hospital's routine. One more day going to the hospital meant one less day until Jungkook came home. 'Let's get it.'

You received a quick message from Namjoon informing you that he would quickly go to the cafeteria and that he would go to the meeting soon after, letting you know that Jungkook was already waiting, and you headed to the room in quick steps. Perhaps today he was a little happier? More hopeful perhaps? 'Let's find out', you thought to yourself. You knocked softly on the door before entering, seeing Jungkook too absorbed in his game to react to your entrance. Not a good sign. "Hi grumpy. Did you eat anything?"

Jungkook only sighted, still focused on the game.

"Hello?", you waved to gain his attention, but still didn't move.

“Leave me alone, YN. I don’t need you micromanaging me.”, he replied bitterly.

You stopped on your tracks, odding his attitude. "I'm not doing that. I literally just asked if you ate. You want Skittles? ", you offer the package to him, but Jungkook grabs it just to throw it harsly on the other side of the room."What the he-"

"Why are you even here, YN?! I told you to leave.", Jungkook glares at you. 'Not this again', you think to yourself.

"And I told you I'm not going anywhere, Jungkook. Get over it.", you asserted  nonchalantly, sitting on the couch. Jungkook sits up straight, shooting his cold eye at you. "Do you think I'm joking? Do you think any of this is funny? You’re not my anything anymore, YN, so, stop acting like it.", he scoffs, dismissing you.

"Ouch. That was a low blow, even for you”, you say, surprised at his tone. You thought he was just being angry at something else, but no. He was fuming at you.  "Jungkook, what's going on?"

"What's going on?!", he looked at you like you were clearly missing something obvious. "I'm mad 'cause I can't fucking trust you, YN! You left me before without any hesitation, no second thought at all!"

"Jungkook..."

"No! Don't 'Jungkook' me. What the hell is stopping you from doing it again? It's pity! It's your fucking savior complex and I hate it! I  FUCKING HATE IT!"

“I don't pity you, Jungkook!", you spat back.

"Do you think I'm a charity case, huh? Go away! I don’t want you here.”

Namjoon who just entered the room, stopped in his tracks, shocked by whatever it was he was seeing.

"I'm not leaving you Jung-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT! GOD! ARE YOU DEAF?! I DON'T WANT YOU HERE ANYMORE!", Jungkook's face were red like you never seeing before.

"Jungkook, don't speak like that to her, man", Namjoon interjected, speaking for the first time since he arrived. He, too, was thinking you and Jungkook were just bickering like you guys always did, but this was different, and it was escalating quickly.

"Back off, hyung!", Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows at Namjoon, who were just too stunned to react. "God! You're so clingy, YN... You're just making my recovery slower. You're dragging me down with you.”

Jungkook could see in your eyes, that if his other sentences hadn't broken your heart, the last one did. But he didn't stop.

"Jungkook, what is... wrong with yo-", you try to speak, but he interrupts again.

"What? You think we're going back to dating?! Just because you said you loved me before the accident?! I'm sick of being near you, YN and thank God we didn't kiss, 'cause I'd probably fall for that. You think I'm loyal like a puppy and that you being here is gonna make us stronger?! Get out of your head, YN. Grow up. You're no longer useful to me.”

You give a step back, letting his words sink into your head. He was trying to hurt your feelings and make sure you wouldn't come back. You just didn't understand why.  Jungkook closed his eyes, wanting to die, but instead he just ended his speech. "I just want you to go, YN. I want you to walk away. You're good at that."

“I don’t believe you for a second,” you shake your head, stating your ground. “Not for one damn second, Jungkook. If you want to get rid of me, you’re going to have to try harder than that.”

"YN, I think it's bes-", Namjoon tried to speak, but Jungkook beat him to it.

"You know where I was going when my accident happened?", he spats. "I was going after you. Cause that's my go-to response to everything. I keep chasing after you, YN. But not anymore. I'm done. You're the reason I'm here. The reason I'm in this deep shit and I can't stand to look at your face anymore."

"Jungkook, this is unacceptable, man!", Namjoon yelled, ready to give Jungkook a lecture and a deserve smack.

"Let him say what he wanna say, Namjoon", you say  as you stare into Jungkook's hatred eyes. "He wants to be hated by me so much. I think he's finally succeeding.”, you sight disappointed, looking away from the maknae's eyes.

"I'm done playing house, YN. I don't need you in my life and I don't want you in it. I don't feel good with you.", Jungkook said finally, turning his head to not spare a glance at you anymore.

"YN, don't take what he's saying seriously. Some bug clearly ate what was left of his brain.", Namjoon glared at Jungkook, who scoffed.

"It's okay.", you breathe deeply. "Think I’ve heard enough, I'm going home.”, you sighted, grabbing your purse and heading towards the door. "I should have seen it coming.", you whisper more to yourself while closing the door behind you. "I am sorry you became the shallow person you always feared,  Jungkook.", is the last thing you say before closing the door.

"YN, wait-",

"Let her go, hyung."

You're too far to hear Namjoon's screams at Jungkook.

"You're acting like a kid, grow the fuck up, Jungkook!", Namjoon yells, his face red with anger. "Keep doing this shit and I'm going to punch you, I swear, man!"

"I don't need her. In fact, I don't need any of you, hyung.", Jungkook says, staring at him.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that.", Namjoon dismisses his words. "I can imagine that none of this must be easy for you, JK, but it's not our fault. It's not  YN's fault either, and you know that…", Namjoon sat at the edge of the maknae's bed. "But the way you're acting? No accident is an excuse for the way you're treating YN. She's done nothing but stay by your side, and you keep acting like she's being clingy, when in fact, she's doing this because she cares about you. I don't know what you think her motives are to taking care of you, but I can assure you it's not for your handsome face, cause even that can't make up for the fact that you're a fucking asshole that keep mistreating someone who cares about you."

"I never asked her to care.", Jungkook spats back.

"See? That right there? That's what I'm talking about! What if the situation where the opposite? What if she was the one who needed help? The one hurt... would you take care of her?"

"You know I would. She needs me", Jungkook answers immediately.

"Maybe you're wrong. She's even tougher than she lets us see, JK. Maybe you're the one who needs her and not the contrary. You act like you see her as this broken little thing that needs you to take care of her. She doesn’t need that. She might have been broken at one time, but she’s not fucking broken now. She’s put it all back together. She’s made a life for herself. And one more thing: your accident was not her fault. I can't believe you said that to her.", Namjoon shook his head, frustrated. "She didn't make you go after her, Jungkook. It's you who chose time after time, just as she's choosing time after time to come back here."

Jungkook says nothing. Namjoon gets up picking his stuffs on the couch to stay the night.

"I always admired you, JK. Please, don't make me regret it. The way I see you acting right now only makes me think how much you don't deserve someone like YN in your life. I wish I didn't think this way, but I do. Just pray she doesn't come to her senses and realize that too."

next>>

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

"Bridge the gap!"

Mully x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, Mully being Mully.

A/n: I got this idea from the boys video where Mully and Eddie tried Mexican candy

Summary: Mully, Eddie, and Y/n have laid out candy from their countries. Mully has Australian candy, Eddie Mexican, and Y/n American.

@goldenstarofthunderclan 💗

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"What's up guys! Welcome back to another video! I'm Y/n and I'm here with Eddie and my boyfriend Mully! Today Edd's has brought some candy native to his country and Mully has some from Australia! And I'm here to pull an Eddie and bridge the gap between their two countries!"

She brought up a box and slammed it down on counter.

"We got Milkyway! Three musketeers! Baby Ruth! Pay day! Reese's! Skittles! M&M's! We got Snickers! We got Twix! We got Butterfinger! We got....what is this shit?....Oh! Jolly Ranchers! Mike and Ike's! You get the just!"

Y/n pushed her box away, and pulled Mully's over.

"Alright, what do we have here? What horseshit have you brought in today!? Tim tams! Caramello koala... Whatever the fuck that is! We got Freddo! Red ripperz! Bertie beetle! Chokito! Jaffas! And on and fuckin on!"

She then slid Eddie's box in front of her and cracked her knuckles.

"Okay....Pelon pelo rico, De La Rosa candy, Ricolino, cocadas, pica limon....and I can't pronounce the rest!"

She pushed all three boxes out in front of them and leaned on the counter. Y/n pulled out a butterfinger, Tim tams, and some kinda candy that was on a spoon with half jelly and half peanut butter.

"Butterfinger?" Mully asked while picking it up.

"Yeah, try it babe. It's good and bad at the same time. That shit gets stuck in your teeth like a son of a bitch."

Mully pulled it out of the wrapper and took a bite.

"Oh fuck, your weren't joking."

"Yeah whatever you do don't clench your jaw!"

"Why not?" Mully ask as he bit down.

"Because your teeth get stuck together."

Eddie leaned forward and bursted out laughing, Y/n smiled and kissed Mully's cheek.

"It's okay, here Eddie now you try it."

She took a bite of a Tim Tam and nodded, it was surprisingly delicious.

"You like it?" Mully asked.

"Yeah, I'm genuinely shocked that I do. Because American candy is a hell of a lot sweeter than Australian.

Eddie made a disgusted face when he attempted to chew his butterfinger.

"Dawg, this is shit." He said. "Try this."

Eddie held out the spoons to Mully and Y/n, Mull looked at her, waiting for her to try it first. She took a bite that couldn't even be considered that.

"Nah, man. That shit isn't it! It tastes like shark ass."

Mully threw his head back and laughed, he gripped her shoulder trying not to fall to his knees.

"Shark ass?" He yelled.

"Yeah it's salty as fuck!"

"It's not salt." Eddie said. "It's sodium."

Y/n flipped her hands around in the air.

"Yeah well, sodium and salt tastes the same no matter what you call it. These sons a bitches.." Y/n threw the bag of spoons across the room. "Taste like polluted, fresh out the ocean shark ass."

"Next item!" She yelled. "From Eddie's box, we got this shit! Pelon pelo rico! And from mine we got.....Jolly Ranchers! And from my handsome! Big! Fluffy! Hunk of man's box we got!.....Milo?"

Mully took it from her and kissed her head.

"Yeah, people put in in milk."

"OHHHHH, so it's kinda like nesquik?"

"But better." Mully said while pointing. "But we don't drink it in milk.....tip your head back."

Y/n's eyebrows dropped, she looked like flint Lockwood's dad.

"What? No. You're gonna get it in my eyes and my nose!"

"No I won't.....you can trust me."

Y/n hesitated, but soon she just got on her knees in front of him and opened her mouth.

"Good girl, just the way I like you." Mully groaned.

He poured a little bit of the powder into her mouth, allowing her to get the full experience of the taste.

"You like it?" He asked.

Y/n moved it around her mouth before answering.

"It tastes like an Australian version of swiss miss."

"What's that?"

"It's a coco powder."

She grabbed out a cherry jolly rancher and took it out of the package, Y/n slowly captured his lips in a deep sensual kiss, before popping it into his mouth. She then handed one to Eddie, waiting for their reactions.

"So far, American candy is the best." Mully said.

"Damn right, Daddy!" Y/n yelled as she slapped Gabby a high five.

"Oh guys." She said to the camera. "Gabrielle is in Kevin and Dose's place today."

"Now I want you two to try this." Eddie said, while holding out the Pelon pelo rico."

Y/n made a displeased face, making Eddie laugh.

"Come on, Y/n. You haven't even tried it yet."

He showed them how to access the so called candy, once they tasted it, that shit wasn't going down. Y/n and Mully weren't swallowing that without throwing up. But when Gabby tried it, she said it was delicious.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?" Y/n asked. "Got anything good in that box? Or just shit?"

Eddie chuckle and pulled out some mango slaps, Y/n nodded, it actually looked kinda good.

"Alright, imma have you guys try Skittles. Mully what are you feeding us?"

"Jaffas." He held up the bag and showed the camera.

Y/n tore open the Skittles and poured it into their hands, the boys savored the flavors and nodded.

"I know Eddie has had this before." Y/n said. "But what do you think, babe?"

"It's good, I like how it's full of flavor and it's not bland."

"Eddie, your turn." She said.

He handed them each a slap and showed them how to roll them, the taste was actually good. Mully handed out the Jaffas.

"Yo!" Y/n yelled. "Imma break my fuckin teeth. I like it but holy fuck."

The video went on, Mully didn't really like Eddie's candies. The American stuff had more choices and more flavors, the chocolate was good and bad. Since it was American, land of the free and home of the too much of a bitch to eat a veggie.

(I can say that because I'm American, our country has a lot of fat people.)

Y/n liked a bit of Eddie's food, The Australian candy wasn't as sweet as hers.

"Well." She said. "I think that turned out pretty good. I mean Mully and I both threw up, Eddie deep throated Mull with some nasty stick looking thing with chili powder on it. And Gabby watched us suffer, this was a good video."

Mully threw his arm over her shoulder and pulled her closer.

"Thank you for watching." He said. "If you want to see more videos like these, don't forget to like and subscribe. And go to theboys.store to grab some of this merch."

Y/n smiled and hugged Mully.

"Yeah, if you want your man to be as snuggly as a teddy bear. Then buy him some merch! Thank you guys for watching! Tata!"

THE END ❤️

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Reblogs are welcome and appreciated💗

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[commanderbuffy]

Heart’s Canyon (Ch. 7) - tantrum snippet

“How was she?” Jade asks, ruffling her daughter’s hair.

Boorman momentarily avoids Jade’s question, turning instead to the five-year-old standing between them. “Pia, I hid a bag of skittles in your bedroom, totally forgot to tell you earlier. They’re yours if you can find them.”

“Really?!” The girl yelps.

“You betcha.”

Pia is off like a rocket, determined to find the bag of sugary goodness.

“What was that about?” Jade asks. “Why’d you hide Skittles?”

“I didn’t,” Boorman says. He pulls a bag out of his pocket. “She’ll still get them. A promise is a promise. But I had to get her out of here for a minute.”

“Why?” Jade asks, growing concerned. “What did she do?” Pia had been elated to spend the day with her Uncle Dad. Way happier than she’d been all week, in fact.

“She,” Boorman says, narrowing his gaze at Jade. “My precious Pia did absolutely nothing wrong. She is perfect. You on the other hand, clearly fucked something up.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that you must have done something in order to have my perfect, typically joyful niece daughter come to me telling me that all movies are fake because happily ever afters are fake.”

“She, what?” Jade asks. She blinks repeatedly, trying to make sense of Boorman’s statement. She then wracks her brain, trying to remember talking about movies with Pia recently at all.

But Jade knows. She knows. Because while Pia might only be five, she’s smart. She’s perceptive. And Pia misses Kit.

“I have spent five years telling that girl how loved she is. I tell her every time I see her how much I love her, how much you love her, and how much her Mom loved her. And I know, Jade. I know you loved Scorpia, and I know you tell Pia all about her, but I knew Scorpia for her entire life. She was my soulmate, and I thought Pia knew that. I thought she knew the love in her life, but you’ve made her question it. Because you kicked Kit to the curb. Didn’t you?”

“I…” Jade stutters. She didn’t kick Kit to the curb. That’s an oversimplification of the issue. Isn’t it? Is it? “That has nothing to do with Pia not feeling loved. Not believing you loved Scorpia.”

“She’s never seen me happy, not the way I was before Scor died,” Boorman says matter-of-factly. “I’d never seen you happy. Not until two months ago. Not really happy. But then you were. I saw it, and I know Pia saw it. The way she just lit up talking about Kit, talking about you and Kit? Every time I was with her these past two months. Every time she would ask me to tell her again the story of how I met her mom. Then, she’d go off on some kind of ramble about you and Kit and how it was the same thing. Soulmates. Jesus fucking Christ Jade, she thought she was getting another mom, not a broken heart.”

“It’s not that simple,” Jade says, guarding her heart as best as she can.

“Actually, it kind of is,” Boorman retorts. His dark eyes light with anger before softening, regret lingering like rings around his irises. “You think you know what it’s like to live with regret, but you have no fucking clue, kid. Kit loves you, and I know you love her back. She wants you. Not only that, she wants your daughter. You have Kit, the fucking love of your life. She is here. You have her. She’s still here.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Jade says, her voice cracking.

“If things were the way they were supposed to be, that girl,” he points across the apartment in the direction of Pia’s bedroom, “that girl would be calling you Aunt Jade instead of Mom. And I would just be Dad. Not Uncle Dad.”

#this might be the saddest scene i've written for this fic yet #yet #tanthamore #tanthamore fic #hc #hc snippet #hearts canyon