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fbfh · 9 months

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rodrick x hyperfeminine hcs pt 3: changes: the big prom: the sex romp: the season finale

wc: 2.2k

genre: angst and fluff, teenage dream

pairing: rodrick x hyperfeminine!reader

warnings: roddy has low self esteem, madison and heather are not good friends prom trope, happy ending

summary: you and rodrick are both planning on ditching prom because if you can't go with each other, you don't want to go at all. fate has other plans, and rodrick thinks maybe prom isn't that overrated after all.

song recs: teenage dirtbag - wheatus, wasting love - iron maiden

a/n: LAST PART IN THE RODDY X HYPERFEM ARC!!! send me roddy asks bc this boy deserves more love. also if you get the clone high reference in the title I love you

(optionally) the iconic dress

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You’ve spent the last few weeks throwing yourself into the project of planning Heather and Madison’s prom outfits

And hair

And makeup

And accessories

But that all comes with the territory of getting ready for prom

Once you decided to put them in soft pastels and flowy floaty ball gown dresses, word got out pretty quickly that that was the look for prom season in plainview

Everyone was getting the poofiest, softest dresses they could get their hands on

Soon selkie dresses and all their knock offs were sold out everywhere

Even white and pastel suits and tuxedos were selling like hotcakes

Heather and Madison keep asking about your dress, but you don’t have the heart to tell them you don’t have one yet

Because you don’t plan on going

If you can’t go with Rodrick you don’t want to go at all

You don’t want Heather and Madison to be disappointed, so you haven’t told them that your real plans for prom night are to stay at home in your cozy pink pajamas and watch romantic comedies while you throw chocolates at the screen like a heartbroken Elle Woods

Rodrick has similar plans to blow off prom night

With less romcoms and pedicures, but he still has no intention of going

He managed to score Iron Maiden tickets for the friday after prom for him and the guys

Even though Ward is probably going to flake on them so he can spend the weekend with his girlfriend

Her parents are out of town then, so none of them can blame him

Rodrick’s been going out of his way to throw out every flier and leaflet about prom that gets sent to their house before his mom can see it

And it’s been going fine

Until Greg decides to be a little asshole and get revenge for a harmless prank Rodrick pulled on him

Sure, Greg’s skin was stained blue for the rest of the week

But still

That doesn’t warrant showing their mom all the prom flyers and convincing her that Rodrick can’t possibly miss out on this developmental milestone

Rodrick was desperate not to go

And he almost got away with it

But before he knows it, it’s prom night and his mom barges into his room with the flier insisting he goes

Rodrick tries everything he can think of to change her mind

“Mom, I don’t have anything to wear.”

She digs through his closet and holds up the only clean shirt and tie in his closet, giving him a look in response

“I don’t have a ride.”

“You can take your van.”

“I don’t have a date!”

That one gets him a 10 minute lecture about building character and planning ahead

“And I’m sure if you ask nicely there will be some girl who will dance with you. To real music, not that… screaming and thrashing and noise you’re always playing.” Susan says, pausing the spotify playlist he’d been blasting

Rodrick rolls his eyes at how out of touch she is

Everyone at school thinks he’s some loser punk

And now he’s going to show up late to prom with no date??

He’s glad prom is only for seniors, because he would never be able to live this down otherwise

Maybe it won’t be too bad

He can just sit in the parking lot and blast Green Day until it’s time to leave

“And don’t you think you can just go somewhere else, or hide in your van. You know my friend Linda?”

Susan doesn’t wait for Rodrick to answer

“Well, she’s a chaperone, and she’ll tell me if you’re not there. Okay? This is for your own good, Rodrick.”

Fuck

Well, that idea’s out

“Fine, I’ll go…” Rodrick agrees, reluctantly giving in

Susan is delighted

She starts to leave so he can get changed, but he stops her before she can

“Can I borrow your eyeliner?”

A little while later, he’s sitting in his van in the school parking lot

He was already wearing black converse and ripped black jeans, so he just had to throw on the black button up and red tie his mom found

His hair was perfectly messed up from the nap he was startled awake from when his mom barged in

He shoves his headphones in his pocket, and after putting it off for as long as he can, he gets out and closes the door

Maybe it won’t be so bad

Maybe there will be some live music that’s actually decent

Ward and his girlfriend are already there, so maybe they’ll take pity on him and let him third wheel for a while so he doesn’t feel like such a total loser

He opens the doors to the gym, and is met with a hellscape of fluffy pastels and cutesy radio pop

Even the guys are in white and soft shades of blue and green and yellow

He feels like he’s going to throw up

He's in hell

This is what hell looks like

Among the hellscape of fluffy pastel tulle, Heather and Madison text you in a fit, wondering where the hell you are

You’re missing prom for god’s sake

You text them back the same thing you’ve been telling them all night

You’re running late, you’re having wardrobe malfunctions, but have fun and you’ll be there soon

When their dates leave to get them drinks, Madison sees someone sulking at a table

It’s Rodrick Heffley

She subtly takes a picture of him from across the room and texts Madison

🚨HEFFLEY ALERT🚨

He looks fucking pathetic lmao

Like how sad can u get lskjsldkfjd

Heather responds, laughing at what a loser he is

Only Madison didn’t just text Heather

She texted the group chat with Heather, her, and you

Your phone starts blowing up with more texts from Heather and Madison

You finally check their texts, assuming it’ll be more of the same

Your heart drops when you see a picture of Rodrick sitting alone at a table

“He couldn’t even get a date?? How pathetic 💀”

Your stomach sinks as you feel your heart break for Rodrick

He doesn’t deserve this

And neither do you

Rodrick should get to enjoy his prom

And you should get to have at least one chance with him

You have to see him

You have to crash prom and tell him you’ve been crazy about him since the moment you saw him

You have to ask him to dance with you

You have to try

Realizing how much you have to do in such a short amount of time, you throw yourself out of bed

You dig through your closet until you find your sweet 16 dress

It’s not at all on brand with the unofficial theme for prom, but it will have to do

You grab shoes and some matching jewelry and get dressed in a hurry

After throwing on the slinky, glittering, hot pink evening gown, you put on a pair of matching marabou heels

Your earrings and choker accent your glittering dress, and the high slit in the floor length skirt shows off your shoes perfectly

You finish pulling yourself together and rush out the door to get to prom as fast as possible

You feel like Cinderella rushing to the ball, hoping to meet prince charming

And you really feel like you have a shot at pulling this off.

Rodrick feels like absolute shit

He didn’t think prom could feel this awful, but here he is

Alone at a table like a total loser while everyone else is dancing and having a good time

He looked around for Ward

And found him and his girlfriend hooking up under the bleachers

And in the bathroom

And in an empty classroom

So third wheeling is officially not an option anymore

He feels like everyone is laughing at him

Some of them literally are

And in a room full of poofy pastel dresses and suits, he sticks out like a sore thumb

His outfit does kind of look like Gerard Way in the music video for Helena

But that’s obviously lost on all his mainstream pop obsessed classmates

He’s in a crowded room full of everyone in his grade

And he’s never felt more alone

This is torture

He’s about to get up and leave when the doors open on the other side of the gym

Heads turn as a gasp fills the room, followed by low murmuring

The crowd parts like Moses parting the sea, and Rodrick looks over curiously

You emerge from the graveyard of pastel tulle in a gorgeous, slinky, hot pink dress that looks like Elle Woods and Marilyn Monroe combined

And you’re looking right at him

His heart starts pounding

You walk toward him as a hush falls over the room

This can’t be real

There’s no way this is real

“Hi, Rodrick.” you say softly

He’s confused as fuck and feels like he could cry

You actually know who he is??

You know his name???

“...Hi,” he chokes out, unsure of where the hell this is going

You look up at him with your pretty sparkly eyes and he feels like dreaming

“I…” you start, and he realizes you’re looking at him the way he looks at you, the way he’s been looking at you since he first saw you

“I never got to thank you for playing at my party.” You say softly

Thank him??

You actually liked it??

Everyone is staring at you with their jaws on the floor, but neither of you notice or care right now

He manages to choke out a response that probably sounds really stupid, but you just giggle sweetly

Are you blushing??

“Would-” you start, finally deciding to swallow your nerves and bite the bullet

You have to go for it

You’ve never liked someone as much as you like Rodrick and if you don’t try now you’ll regret it for the rest of your life

Rodrick’s heart is hammering in his chest

You look so pretty he could die

“Do you want to dance?”

The words are out before your nerves can take over

He looks at you in disbelief

“Yeah,” he breaths, hoping that if this is a dream that it’s one he won’t wake up from for a while

You step closer to him, but you both freeze as the next song starts playing

It’s another oversaturated top 50 pop song

You grimace in unison

Rodrick notices your mutual distaste for the overplayed song

If you really liked loded diper…

“Uh, here,” he pulls out his headphones and offers you one

“Thanks,” you say, trying to suppress the butterflies erupting inside you

It feels intimate, sharing headphones and listening to his playlists

You fight a giddy smile and pop in the headphone as he hits shuffle

A flash of fear that you’ll judge him for his music taste and this whole beautiful dream will be ruined burns through him

Your pause as the music begins to play

Rodrick’s fear vanishes as fast as it came when you look up at him with enthusiastic sincerity

“I love Iron Maiden!”

“Really?” he asks

He thought you couldn’t surprise him anymore than you have tonight, but this just keeps getting better and better

“Yeah,” you nod, smiling brightly as you place his hands on your waist

You sway softly to the beat of the song

You rest your head on Rodrick’s chest, a banger of a song playing in one ear, and Rodrick’s thudding heartbeat in the other

Neither of you are aware of the stares, of Heather freaking out behind you, of the whispers and the gossip or one of the teachers cashing in on winning a bet that Rodrick would actually dance with someone by the end of the night

Even if you did, you wouldn’t care

Rodrick holds you tight, never wanting this night to end

His heart starts pounding harder as he looks down at you, and you pull away from him enough to look up at him

He swallows, hoping this goes well

“Me and the guys are going to see Iron Maiden next friday and I have an extra ticket, would you want to-”

You’re already nodding

“Yes!” you beam

Going to an amazing concert with the hottest guy you’ve ever seen is literally what you’ve been dreaming of for years

Rodrick lets out a chuckle, overjoyed that this worked, that he’s dancing with you and you said yes

He makes a mental note to thank his mom for forcing him to come here

But he forgets it as soon as you stretch up, pulling his face down to yours

You press a warm kiss to his lips, one full of anticipation, one you’ve both been dreaming about

He pulls you closer, melting into your touch

He thinks maybe high school isn’t as bad as he thought

#rodrick #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley #doawk rodrick #rodrick x girly reader #rodrick x hyperfeminine reader #girly!reader #hyperfeminine!reader #doawk #doawk x reader #RODRICK IS THE TEENAGE DIRTBAG #ITS HIS SONG

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celestial-depths · 3 months

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Poor Things and Born Sexy Yesterday

(spoilers for Poor Things)

I stumbled on a discussion on whether Bella Baxter from the movie Poor Things (2023) is a representation of the Born Sexy Yesterday trope coined by video essayist Pop Culture Detective, who defines it as a mostly fantasy and sci-fi adjacent trope of a regular human man falling in love with a beautiful, otherworldly woman who, through some plot quirk or another, has no knowledge of social norms and no sexual or romantic past. Even though he is brutally average, he is able to win her love simply because he is the first (human) man she connects with and thus everything that's basic about him is impressive to her. Some examples of the trope given by Pop Culture Detective in his video essay are Leeloo from Fifth Element (the physically grown yet mentally child-like alien creature who falls in love with a taxi driver in a wifebeater) and Madison from Splash (a clothes-aversive mermaid who thinks that Tom Hanks is the most enchanting man in the world). I love Pop Culture Detective's work, and the Born Sexy Yesterday video essay was a cultural reset in my personal history. I saw the video when it premiered six years ago, but it has never fully left my mind, so of course I immediately thought of it when I saw Poor Things a couple of weeks ago. The movie certainly touches on the same themes that the Born Sexy Yesterday is made of. However, I think that the movie is an intentional subversion and a satire of the trope rather than a sincere execution of it.

The main character of the movie Bella Baxter starts out as a grotesquely literal version of the trope, as she is literally a newborn in the shape of a conventionally attractive woman who is being actively shielded from the influence of the outside world. She has the brain of a baby salvaged from the fresh corpse of a deceased pregnant woman, planted inside the skull of the reanimated body of the aforementioned woman as an experiment done by the unorthodox doctor Godwin Baxter. He keeps her locked inside his house and controls every aspect of her life, so when he invites the young doctor Max McCandles to join his research, McCandles is served what is essentially the perfect Born Sexy Yesterday experience: an exclusive access to a beautiful and naive young woman who is in a prime position of being groomed into whatever her keepers wish her to become.

Or so they would think.

A sincere Born Sexy Yesterday would be fully fascinated by this power dynamic and probably leave her here to be romanced by McCandles for the rest of the film. The audience would be expected to assume McCandles's perspective and indulge in the fantasy of falling in love with the untainted woman who has neither the life experience nor the critical thinking skills needed to question him.

But, fortunately, the movie doesn't remain here. After the first act, the movie switches its point of view from McCandles to Bella and starts putting her experiences to the forefront. She starts developing interests that absolutely do not align with the wants and needs of the men around her, and she begins to learn things that clash with the essence of the Born Sexy Yesterday trope. Soon, she has grown into a headstrong, independent, sexually experienced, intellectually curious woman who had zero interest in entertaining the whims of men and who intends to live fully for herself and herself alone: an absolute antithesis of the clueless and subservient blank slate the trope would require her to be. My reading of the film is that it's an intentional satire and an autopsy of the BSY trope and the gender politics that gave birth to it. It criticizes the men who entertain fantasies like it by making them look like absolute losers, urging us to ponder on what the hell is wrong with these creeps who see nothing wrong with drooling over a woman who is mentally a toddler instead of their intellectual equal.

The movie also reads as a critique of how women are socialized into a patriarchy. Godwin treats Bella just like a possession of his. Her body and her life are completely under his control from the moment she is "born" (another act in which neither Bella nor the woman she was born from had any say in), which isn't dissimilar to how a lot of fathers view their daughters. He wishes to keep her under constant supervision until the end of her life, until she protests and gets him to change his mind. When he asks McCandles to marry her, the two men treat the proposed marriage as a contract between the two of them rather than as a contract between McCandles and Bella herself. Again, this isn't too different to what marriage between men and women has meant throughout history.

McCandles is romantically interested in Bella even though he is fully aware of the fact that she is mentally a child. He seems to be looking forward to starting a sexual relationship with her after they are wed, as if the seal of marriage would make the intellectual disparity between them any less iffy. This bears resemblance to the way men in the real world prey on young girls with little to no sexual experience and whose brains are not fully developed because they're easier to control than grown women. I don't think that McCandles's hypocrisy is lost on the film. He agrees to marry Bella almost in the same breath as expressing his desire to keep her safe from other men, as if his desire to bed a person who is intellectually at the level of a five-year-old was any better than theirs.

When Bella chooses to leave Godwin's house to explore the world, the two men immediately replace her with a new experiment, showing that they were never truly interested in her as a person. They wanted the eternal baby, the thing that they can cage and control, and not the person who can think and learn and disagree with them. This exemplifies how disposable women are when they no longer serve their limited purpose in a patriarchy, and how replaceable people are when they are primarily viewed as bodies to be used. (Sidenote: I do think that Godwin and McCandles eventually learn to appreciate Bella for the person she is and that they both grow to be better people by the end of the film, but I still attest that these two are total creeps at least by this point of the movie.)

And then there's the supreme loser of the movie: the sleazy lawyer Wedderburn, who slithers into Bella's life and convinces her to run away with him. He is the darkest example of the kind of person who is drawn to inexperienced women like the ones represented in BSY movies - a predator who finds pleasure in the prospect of getting to corrupt and consume an innocent. He intends to take advantage of Bella and abandon her once he's gotten his fill only to find himself choking on his prey, who turns out not to be the malleable, naive creature he thought her to be.

This is the point where I think the movie goes from simply critiquing the BSY trope and everything it represents to successfully subverting it. The characters who embody the BSY trope don't really evolve. The movies they appear in are not really interested in their inner worlds and individual experiences beyond whatever serves the interests of the male protagonists. These characters are projections of male fantasies, so there really isn't a way for them to exist without centering men. This is not the case with Bella, who quickly grows into her own woman who is only tangentially interested in the men around her.

The bright side of Bella's condition is that she isn't just unaware of the ways of the world, but that she's also unaffected by the years of patriarchal conditioning that most normal women are burdened with. She literally has no shame, no internalized misogyny, no history of crushing blows to her sense of self-worth, and no looming knowledge of societal norms society. She has skipped the part in life where she is constantly bombarded with demands to make herself smaller and more palatable, to hate herself, to think of her body and the way it finds pleasure as something disgusting and abnormal, to treat other women as competition, and to think of herself as so much less important than men that she must pursue their validation beyond all else. Because of this blessed defect, she is free in a very rare way.

Wedderburn absolutely cannot handle that. When Bella first gets to know him, he paints a flattering picture of himself as a proud social deviant who gleefully eschews the rules of polite society. However, when faced with the actually deviant Bella, who flatly refuses to obey and center him, Wedderburn is revealed to be a phony. He is not a genuine libertine. He does not want to live in a truly free world with a free spirit like Bella, because he is a pathetic, insecure little man who only likes women in scenarios where the power balance is stacked against them. In my opinion, this is a direct shot fired at the BSY trope and its average enjoyers: if your ideal woman is someone who is many steps behind you in terms of mental capacity and experience, you are quite pitiful and would not stand a chance in an equal playing field.

It's hilarious how Wedderburn loses his mind when Bella starts exhibiting the kind of behavior he himself has proudly displayed earlier in the film: having multiple sexual partners, keeping sex and feelings separate, not falling in love with him or treating him like he's special, dropping him once she's had enough of him, and generally living life in an unconventional way. Again, the movie is pointing out the hypocrisy in men who fetishize inexperienced women while bragging about their own sexual conquests.

The part in the movie where Bella becomes a sex worker delivers the final blow to whatever is left of the BSY trope in her story, because the trope relies on sexual exclusivity and the fetishization of virginity. By having many partners and gaining lots of sexual experience out of her own free will, Bella stops fitting the ideal of the untouched woman who can be deflowered and exclusively possessed by the male protagonist. Also, through the conversations between Bella and the other sex workers, the movie finds another way to address the politics behind certain men's sexual fantasies of women - such as pointing out that some men enjoy sex with women more the less the women themselves enjoy it. It's a stray observation that the movie doesn't get deep into, but it has its place in the tapestry of the general theme of what desire reveals about people.

Finally, there's Alfie, who gives Bella (and us) an idea of the kind of life Bella's "mother" lived - as well as the kind of life Bella herself might be living had she grown up the normal way. It seems hellish. She'd be living under the tyranny of her awful husband, under a constant threat of violence, under absolute bodily control. Alfie wants to impregnate her against her will and to mutilate her genitals to deprive her of pleasure, and there's nothing that she could do about it because he is her husband and thus legally allowed to lord over her. She sees a terrifying glimpse of the role even privileged women like her have in this world: objects who exist solely for the pleasure of the men who own them. I would venture to say that the same description lies in the underbelly of the BSY trope.

I am happy that the movie doesn't take its sweet time to revel in the horror of this part of the story like so many other movies that address the oppression of women do. Instead, Bella stays with Alfie just enough time to say a hard and a well-informed no to his bullshit before getting on her merry way.

I think Poor Things is such a great example of taking a trope and exploring its implications in a way that goes beyond just pointing it out or parodying it by simply repeating it.

#poor things #yorgos lanthimos #bella baxter #emma stone #born sexy yesterday #pop culture #tropes #feminism #gender politics #movies #cinema #film #film studies

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bbrissonn · 5 months

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being in a long distance relationship with moldy and all he wants is a hug because he's just been feeling homesick recently so you go suprise him and he cries because he's just so relived to have his girl in his arms

long distance relationship trope hold such a special place in my heart-- warnings: couple of swear words, not proofread under the cut !

"i miss you." nick whispered as his eyes stared at the celling of the hotel room he was currently in, his phone resting against the side of his face. The team was currently in a road trip in madison, meaning he was even further from you than he already was in michigan.

you and nick had known each other since you were kid, but were never really friends until your senior year of high school. It was a weird start to your friendship considering nick had spent half the year in your hometown and the other in chicago. eventually, a year later, the boy asked you out when he came back from chicago. You were set to enter your second year of university and nick his first at michigan.

the distance was hard at first, considering the two of had barely even spent time together has a couple before he had to leave. but you made it work, calling each other whenever you could, always texting or sending snaps about your day to the other. you were all nick could talk about in michigan, it was constantly "y/n this, y/n that" and his teammates were growing tired of it.

Luca had been the one to reach out to you, asking if you would be down to come visit in michigan for a while. the two of you had spoken on a couple of occasions back home, followed each other on instagram, but other than knowing he played hockey and his brother was adam, you didn't know much about him. but once you and nick started dating, the two of you eventually started a friendship of your own.

"i miss you too, baby. we'll see each other soon, i promise." you whispered back. nick whined at your words, you had been saying those words for two months now and you two had yet to see each other.

"how soon?"

"i don't know, nicky. i've been really busy with school, but as soon as i can, i'll be driving down. i promise." you lied through your teeth. the truth was, you were heading down to michigan early the next morning, ready to welcome your boyfriend home when the team would fly back in the next morning.

luca had planned the whole thing out. he was gonna force your boyfriend over to his house, where you would be waiting in the living room after luca gave you the location of their spare key. everything was going to be perfect, nick would finally start talking about something other than you, and you'd both get to see each other again. it was a win for everyone.

only the next day when nick followed by a couple of the guys walked into luca's shared home with some of their teammates, the living room was empty. nick was set on just heading back to his dorm and sleeping their sweep off, but luca had forced him to come over, promising him a surprise.

"surprise my ass." nick mumbled as he started at the empty house. luca, along with the guys who were aware of what was supposed to happen, all looked at each other with wide eyes. the fantilli boy hadn't heard from you since you left that morning, but he didn't think much of it, telling himself you were busy driving. but now he was starting to get worried.

"uhm... gimme a minute, dude." the boy said before walking out of the house, calling your number right away.

"hi!" you answered, and right away luca could tell something was wrong.

"what's going on, y/n/n? where are you?"

"there was a slight problem at the border. but it's all good now, i'll be there in like twenty minutes."

"problem at the border?" luca asked, his voice filled with worry.

"it's nothing don't worry. i'm all good, entered the country legally. just a little more broken than before." you mumbled the last part, making luca let out a sigh.

"do i even wanna know?"

"no. listen, i'm almost there, okay? just keep nick busy, please."

"hurry."

"i will, i will!" you said before hanging up the phone and focusing back on the road, nervously biting your lip. when luca walked back into the house, all the guys were sitting on the couches, and their eyes immediately went to the fantilli boy.

"so, there was a slight... technical issue if you will. but, don't worry, your surprise is on the way." the defenseman explained with an awkward smile on his face.

"this better be good, bro." nick mumbled to himself before looking back at the TV screen, a random game playing. twenty minutes later on the dot, a loud knock echoed through the house, making all of the boys groan.

"moldy, you go!" luca urged, knowing it was you since you has just texted him you had arrived. the boy in question let out a groan at his request.

"it's your house, dude."

"it's your surprise so get up and open the damn door." he urged again, making nick roll his eyes. he looked down at his phone one last time, still not texts from you, and then got up with a sigh. nick wasn't sure what to expect when he opened the door, especially considering all the guys who were there were now standing behind him with smirks on their faces and their phones out. but he sure as hell didn't expect to be met with your sweet adorable face.

"hi, baby." you spoke with a wide grin as your eyes opened. nick's jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes lighting up as he briefly looked over at his best friend, who wore a proud smile. nick then waisted no time shoving himself into your arms, his face landing in your neck.

"hi." he whispered breathlessly, tickling your neck slightly making a giggle leave your mouth.

"surprise!"

"what the fuck." the boy gasped with a wide smile as the two of you pulled away, but kept your arms wrapped around the others.

"sorry 'm late. had a little problem at the border." you mumbled, nick pressing a deep kiss to your lips once you were done.

"you're here now, 'ts all that matters, baby."

"nicky, baby, are you cryin'?" you asked, giggling slightly as nick's head once again found it's way to your neck. he nodded slightly against your body as tears fell on your neck.

"'m so glad you're here, love."

#bri writes #nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer blurb #nick moldenhauer imagine #nick moldenhauer x reader #nick moldenhauer fluff #umich hockey #umich hockey imagine #umich hockey blurb #umich boys <3

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sugarsfics · 1 year

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You're My New Pillow

Summary: Eddie is tired and finds his new pillows

Trope: Rockstar!Eddie x Plus!size!reader

Warning: Kissing small sexual mentions because it is rockstar!eddie, being tired, metal image problems, cussing,

Word count: 900

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Eddie has been up since 4 this morning. His manager wanted tonight to be perfect it was their first-time playing Madison Square Garden. Eddie has told you during your late-night conversations that it has always been his dream to play there because that’s how you know you made it. You were able to capture the moment when he saw it big letters CORRODED COFFIN TONIGHT 8 MADISON SQUARE GARDEN he was teary eyes and smiles. All day they have been rehearsing, doing should check, getting a feel for the stage. You could see in his eyes how tired he was, but he didn’t feel it, he was too excited. When they had their lunch break his eyes would drupe a little as he lay on your shoulder.

“Honey, I think you should take a nap” you said has you rubbed his shoulders “I’m ok pretty girl” “But-” “Here take this” Jeff said and handed him an energy drink. “Thanks man” he takes it and chug it. You look at him with worried eyes I hope he will be fine for tonight. Their manager comes in to bring them out to their last practice before the concert. Even with tired eyes Eddie still looked amazing. When the first manager tells them they have 1 hour till they start getting ready. You walked with Eddie to his dressing room and past a window all you could see was a sea of people. “Wow” Eddie breathed “Their all here for you my rockstar” “Wow” was all he could say in that moment. You helped him get ready, not wanting him to be doing anything to get him tired. You were on his lap doing his eyeliner when you said “I am so proud of you” red spread across his cheeks, you could resist and kiss those red cheeks making them redder “Are you sure you don’t want to take a quick nap” “I’m *yawn* fine” “You just yawn in the middle that” “I” he breathed “I just don’t want to fall asleep then miss it all” “You won’t I will wake you up” “Yea but what if you fall asleep then we miss it” poor boy was so scared to miss his moment so you didn’t pressure him anymore.

You helped Eddie get changed then started to get yourself ready. You put on a distressed black long sleeve with a red skirt with a belt, ripped tights (that Eddie may or may not have ripped) your trusty pair of docs and completed the look with dark makeup. You look at yourself in the mirror, you tried not to look at the rolls that were hanging or the pudge of your stomach. Eddie always praised you, he always called you a goddess, you tried and tried to see yourself through his eyes, but you couldn’t. You wiped your tears hurrying out the bathroom before you changed your mind. When you walked out your eyes met with Eddie’s he scanned you his eyes lit up then he fell to his knees and started bowing with his hands forward saying “I'm not worthy I'm not worthy” you giggled “Get up dork” “Damn” he bit his hand “How did I get so fuckin lucky, you look amazing” “I don’t-” he brought his lips to yours “Don’t you dare finish that sentence you are fucking hot” he said while kissing your face *knock knock* “10 minutes till show time Munson” You both looked at each other we huge smiles “Go knock there socks off rockstar”

You walked by a mirror on the way to the stage when you looked at yourself and this time you saw the goddess, he was talking about he gave you confidence. He saw you look at you through the mirror “You look beautiful” he said kissing you “Yeah I do” you smiled at him “That’s my girl” he screamed

Eddie played beautifully, his hair was flowing in every direction, his voice was amazing, the adrenaline kicked in when he walked onto the stage. He did it, His dream came true. The last chord rang through the speakers as they closed the night, they gave thanks and headed off the stage. The boy’s blood was rushing and big smiles everywhere “You looked amazing babe” you beamed bringing him in for a kiss “I feel amazing” he screamed. As much as they wanted to celebrate, they were tired. But we had to wait for a few hours till everyone was gone, they got on the tour bus. You sit on the leather couch with Eddie following in suit. He has been eyeing your thighs all night. “Is there something you like” you teased him “Yes there is” he said while moving his head down “Oh my god not here” you said quietly while looking around making sure no one was looking “As much as I would love to do that” he said “I will be using your thighs for other reasons” he continued. He laid his head on your thighs “Oh yea this is definitely what the doctor ordered” you rolled your eyes then started playing with his hair “if you keep doing that, I will fall asleep” “You deserve sleep, go ahead I will wake you when it is time to go” the response was his light snores.

About two hours later their manager gave them the ok to get on the bus “Eddie my love wake up” you said light shaking him he rubbed his eyes and stretched “that was the best sleep of my life” he said “Come on let’s get on the bus” he clung on to you trying to keep the sleep in his eyes “ You my new pillow” he said sleepily “What” “You’re so comfy and squishy you are just my perfect pillow” you got him on the tour bus and into his bed. He pulled you under him and laid his head on your chest said his good nights and I love you’s and drifting off to sleep. He woke up the next morning “Yep you’re my new pillow”

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lokisprettygirl · 5 months

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Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

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Chapter 7

Summary : A confession leads to another confession.

Warning: 18+, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her..don't like don't read), feeling of hopelessness, familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking, physical violence implied

You didn't know how slowly time could move until you started to work for/with Daemon. It's been just a month but it felt like years of torture already as you watched him treat you as if you were just another employee working under him.

He treated you the way he treated everyone, well except Madison of course, sweet Madison, you couldn't really hate her because she was really one of the sweetest people you have ever met in your life, this was like Stella again but definitely less worse because he didn't seem entirely obsessed with Madison as he was with Stella and well Madison wasn't really a bitch to you.

“Y/n?” His voice snapped you out of your day dreaming, you were in his cabin currently to discuss the weekly budget report he has asked you to make,

“Report?” he asked you as he raised his brow,

“I sent it to you in the mail sir” you answered him so he sighed.

“I asked you to print it out on the paper so I can have an immediate look, didn't i? Time is of the essence in this business, do you see that?”

“Yes sir I'll go do that as soon as possible”

He sighed as you got up and turned around to leave his cabin, didn't even flinch anymore because you were getting used to his tough behavior, sometimes it really turned you on in the most inappropriate of ways but there were times like this when you just felt incompetent, you knew that wasn't how he was intending to make you feel but you did nonetheless, you didn't want to disappoint him.

You passed by Madison in her cubicle so she gave you a smile. She totally seemed to be his type- super tall, fit and overall just good looking and her personality didn't stink either but that didn't mean you were ready to give her your blessings.

The other day you were in Daemon's cabin working on another report when Madison entered his office, they used to have lunch together at times and the other times he'd just take you to the cafe downstairs so you'd eat especially on those days when he thought you were being extremely hard on yourself. Today wasn't one of those days apparently.

“Call me when you need me Sir” you faked a smile as you got up and his eyes locked with yours,

“You can stay and eat here y/n” he mumbled softly but you shook your head.

“Yeah I don't mind at all you know that” Madison intervened as well so you smiled a little wider this time which obviously seemed unnatural.

“Trust me it's fine ..I already told some people out there that I'd join them for lunch so..enjoyyyy” you mumbled politely and turned around to leave his cabin.

What people he thought..did you mean a guy? Were you seeing someone from the office?

As Madison sat down she smiled at him, he had been wanting to take this thing slow between them but last week they took the plunge and had sex after the thanksgiving party at the office even though he had tried his best to not get involved in another Cassandra type of situation again.

Sure Madison was a mature woman but he was still conflicted, mainly due to his attraction towards you and the fact that at times he still thought of Stella even though he shouldn't, she didn't deserve any more of his attention but it was definitely for most parts because of you and you only.

“Is it weird at home? I mean you and y/n?”

She asked him to make a conversation so he chuckled in response,

“Not really, we all work together, her father and me and now her, you just have to learn to keep it separate”

“Mmm well people have been noticing that me and you are.. .. i mean I just hope they won't think you're favoring me just because we are dating"

“I am not favoring you..you know that”

“I do but people tend to assume things”

He hummed as she said that, he had had a similar interaction with you a few days ago as well. People in the branch were hesitant to befriend you because they all thought of you as their immediate boss’s niece and worst of all the CEO'/Owner’s daughter.

As the lunch hour ended she got up and walked across the desk to reach closer to him, then she sat down on his lap, he smiled even though deep down he felt slightly uncomfortable, he feared that things were moving fast enough from her side and he wasn't there just yet, he also feared that he'd never be there, at least not with her and that saddened him because she seemed like a perfect woman.

If he wasn't so damaged from his previous marriage and wasn't obsessing over his niece he probably could have developed deeper feelings for her but a part of him knew she wasn't what he craved or desired.

“Are we up for our date tonight?” She asked him as she caressed his cheek with her fingernails and made him look at her.

“Yeah..can I ask you a question?” He asked her so she nodded “We aren't exclusive, you know that right? Don't get me wrong I do enjoy your company but.. I'm just not ready for a serious relationship” he told her in a straightforward manner, he didn't want to keep her in the dark.

“Of Course I do, I know how hard it is, I have been there, it takes time so don't worry" she smiled as she kissed him before she got off his lap and made her way out of his cabin. As he found himself alone with his thoughts he pondered over his messed up life, at times he felt completely overwhelmed by everything and his thoughts in those moments always scared him, he wanted to give up at times because he didn't think anyone would miss him if he disappeared again. Except you perhaps.

He wasn't like this before, he was a confident charming man in his youth but his marriage to Stella had stripped away that part of him slowly. The constant betrayal had hurt his self esteem the most.

At the end of the office hours as he stepped out of his cabin he found you having a conversation with Aaron, of course he was a bit jealous but more than that he was concerned for you.

Aaron wasn't the type of man you should ever date, he knew you well enough and he also knew that you were the type to always go for a long term loving relationship but Aaron was the male version of an office slut, he had been with almost everyone at that point.

He decided to drive you to your place that day because he needed to warn you about Aaron, usually you drove yourself back home since you didn't want everyone to gossip about it at the office.

“I am twenty five uncle, I can tell what kind of guy he is, you don't have to worry” you chuckled amidst your words and it made him feel as if you weren't taking him seriously which irked him a little.

“I just don't want you to get hurt or have to deal with another Dylan in your life” he mumbled softly so you sighed, things have been weird between you and Daemon lately, especially since you started this job, as much as he had hoped that you two could just switch between the professional and familial relationship it was a lot harder for you to do that especially since you go the first row seat to his and Madison's relationship..

“Thanks for your concern sir but I can make my own decisions”

“Are you upset with me or something?”

“I'm just tired and I don't need a lecture at the moment” his jaw clenched as you said that, he wasn't lecturing you, he was just trying to look out for you but maybe you didn't want that so he stayed quiet, he wasn't your dad after all.

In the last few weeks you were trying to avoid Cassandra as much as you could and your friendship with Rhaneyra was getting stronger everyday, she just understood you really well and she was starting to pick up that you still fancied her uncle, your uncle, everyone's uncle Daemon.

For the next few days in order to distract yourself you continued your chats and dates with Aaron, he was hot and handsome and a very good distraction and perhaps this fling was what you needed to get over Daemon. However you hadn't slept with him yet, you couldn't bring yourself to do that, you really needed to be attached to the guy to cross that line, you didn't really understand how Cassandra or Daemon did that so easily, mindless fun wasn't something you were good at even though you had convinced yourself that it was what you needed.

You have been deluding yourself you knew that, so when you found out that Aaron was only interested in you because you were the owner's daughter you felt completely dejected, you had no right to feel that way, he wasn't your boyfriend and you weren't putting out for him but it still stung a little. As you sat in his cabin with a sullen little face all day long, as your boss he didn't say a word all day but as 5pm arrived he asked you finally what has been bothering you.

As you shared your troubles you thought he'd comfort you or perhaps he'd feel bad for you but your answer just infuriated him,

“What were you expecting anyways..I warned you about the bloke but you didn't listen” he said as if he was happy that he was proven right so you glared at him.

“Yeah soooo? He wasn't my boyfriend but I can be sad about it if I want to be”

“Oh really? Why don't you just admit that you wanted to be a brat because apparently that's something you really enjoy being these days”

Your eyes teared up as he said that, maybe he wasn't entirely wrong, a part of you definitely did it to spite him and you were trying to see if he'd feel jealous.

“Maybe I did, what is it to you…you're not my fucking father alright?” You raised your voice and cursed at the same time so he walked towards you, his jaw was clenched, eyes teary, nose flaring like a bull,

“And i wouldn't want an insolent girl like you to be my daughter either, i thought of you as a good girl that understood the right from wrong but you're just another spoiled little princess aren't you?” He walked past you and left his cabin to get home, that's not how he wanted to end this day, maybe what he said to you was uncalled for, he had no right, sure he was family in a way but he shouldn't have spoken to you in such a manner. He wanted to deny that he was angry because you went against his warning and got yourself hurt but he couldn't.

He had no idea how much his words would affect you.

You cried for ten minutes in his office before you fixed your face and went out drinking at a nearby bar with a couple of your colleagues. Fuck Aaron, fuck Cassandra, fuck Dylan and most of all fuck Daemon, they could all go fuck each other for all you cared.

The more drinks you had in your system the more you lost control of your thoughts, how dare he tell you that you were spoiled for doing something he had been doing since he came back.

You were completely inebriated as you drove towards your dad's house to confront your so-called uncle, you shouldn't have driven in such a state but your brain was such a frenzied mess that you weren't even thinking clearly.

Thankfully your parents were out of town so you didn't have to see them.

When Daemon heard a knock on his door he was confused because your parents weren't home and staff members never interrupted him at this hour. He was getting ready for another date with Madison even though that was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

As he opened the door he found you looking absolutely out of your mind, you were still in your work clothes, your face was swollen from all the crying and he immediately felt like a jackass for hurting you like that

“Y/n are you drunk?” He asked you as you faked a smile and walked towards him.

“How dare you tell me that i wasn't a good girl” you whimpered suddenly and your voice choked on your tears.

“Answer me…did you fucking drive yourself here in this state?”

“You're not listening to me" you raised your voice so he grabbed you by the shoulders in order to calm you down.

“Just relax ..alright?”

“Shutup…how dare you tell me that I was spoiled?” You broke into a fit of cries so he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears before he kissed your forehead softly, if he thought that his actions were influenced by his drunkenness then watching you right now was like witnessing a car crash.

“I shouldn't have..I'm sorry”

“Ohh you're sorry after you said such things to me…after ..after–” you couldn't even finish your words as your hiccuped sobs kept coming in between but you had to let it all out "You always told me that I was a good girl..your good girl..i never wanted to disappoint you” his eyes welled up too as you said that. He was wrong, so completely wrong, he should have comforted you because you were obviously hurting already but he allowed his jealousy to influence him instead.

“You didn't disappoint me sweetheart, I'm sorry, i was just upset that you didn't pay any heed to my warnings and got yourself hurt” you sobbed even more as his sweet voice infiltrated your ears, this outburst you were having wasn't just about one thing but culmination of every time you had felt hurt or frustrated by him in the past few months .

“Do you not think of me as your good girl anymore, have I disappointed you uncle?” you asked him again between your broken cries so he shook his head.

“I do..i absolutely do, you'd always be my good girl ..you're my most favorite girl..I'm sorry okay? Forgive me please?” He mumbled softly as he wrapped his arms around you and allowed you to cry as much as you needed to, your arms wrapped around his neck and you placed your head between the crook of his neck, his scent was comforting, he shivered as he felt your lips rubbing against his skin, you weren't kissing him but he still felt the heat from your touch.

He felt the spark he had been missing.

“I miss you, I miss talking to you and sharing my problems with you” you mumbled between you cries and his hold on you got tighter

“I'm right here darling, you have me ..I told you I'd be here whenever you need me Pixie”

He mumbled softly and you didn't pull away from him until your sobs had diminished but as soon as you stopped crying all of a sudden you felt weirdly sober and completely embarrassed by your outburst.

“I…i should go home” you mumbled as you tried to step away from him but he didn't let go of your arms.

“You're home…this is your home, stay here okay?”

You nodded as he said that, he held your arm as he walked you towards your room then he made you sit down on the bed.

“Do you need to shower or change? Or you want to sleep, hmm?” He asked you softly as he got down on his knees in front of you.

“Sleep” you mumbled meekly so he took your work heels off your feet and laid you down on the bed before he tucked you under the covers, he watched you roll over and grab the dragon plushie he had gifted you before you rolled over again and clutched onto it, a small smile formed on his features at the sight. He didn't think he'd find that plushie on your bed like that.

He brought a bottle of water and placed it on the bedside drawer. He also put a bucket right next to your bed before he turned the lights off and left your room.

He dialed Madison's number on his phone to tell her that he would have to take a rain check due to a family emergency, it just didn't feel right for him to leave you all alone in this state.

It was Saturday the next morning so he didn't really have to go to work but he had plenty of things to do so he decided to go anyways, as he opened his door he found you right outside. How long had you been standing there he wondered to himself.

“Morning pixie..how are you feeling?” He asked you, his voice was gentle and that made you feel worse about last night. It was easier to pretend that there was no weirdness between you both but you were done pretending. Enough was enough.

“Well to begin with.. I'm absolutely mortified” you looked away as you said that, he could see you fidgeting with your fingers in nervousness.

“You don't have to feel that way”

“I know I just…can we talk please?” You asked him and his brows furrowed, so he stepped to the side to invite you in.

“Something wrong?” He asked you as you turned around to face him again.

“Noo…I just” you took a long deep breath before you continued.

Whatever you were going to say would probably change things, make things worse even but you knew you had to tell him “I'm tired of trying to deny and unsee this thing between us–”

“Pixie–” his heart beat sped so he interrupted you, he didn't think he was ready for this just yet or ever would be.

“Uncle ..” you paused for a few seconds as you looked him in the eyes, his eyes were teary already.

“Daemon just let me finish alright, it has taken me all morning to build up this courage..no wait that's not right" you shook your head and he tilted his in response,

"It took me fourteeeen years to tell you this that i…have had a crush on you ever since I saw you..i know it's stupid, it was stupid, I was just a kid and the night you got married i had cried myself to sleep because I felt as if I had lost the only love of my life ..it felt like the end of the world because honestly I have never had an actual problem in my life before that..i was such a blessed child” you steadied yourself as you could feel the emotions building up again, you couldn't even look at him anymore so you just looked down and let the tears fall before you quickly wiped your cheek with your hands.

“But I was okay..i was just a kid with no actual understanding of what I was feeling back then, and I still had you as my sweet uncle and you were so generous all the time, so supportive, so gentle, so kind, and so very much perfect”

He wiped the lone tear that escaped the corner of his eyes, he didn't want to interrupt you anymore, even though a part of him wanted you to just stop speaking because he knew things would never be the same after this but then he realised that they haven't been the same for a few weeks now, and another part of him wanted you to keep going so he could learn the extent of your feelings for him.

He had no idea you had a crush on him even as a child, why did you though? He wasn't anything special.

“And then you left to never look back at us again” you sniffled so he walked a step closer to you, normally he always cupped your face or kissed your forehead or hugged you to comfort you but it didn't feel appropriate at the moment when you were confessing your feelings for him so he just stayed still.

“Took me a while to stop thinking of my sweet protective uncle Daemon, took me years to accept that I'd probably never have the privilege of seeking your comfort again but miraculously you're here now and the last thing I want to do is screw everything up again" you sniffled between your words again and his heart rendered for you, he had never felt so conflicted in his life before.

He knew his feelings for you felt right to him but for the world he'd always be a monster who corrupted a young, sweet, beautiful woman like you that could have had any man she'd put her eyes on but had to settle for someone like him, someone so much older.. he knew you since you were twelve and he was thirty, he was older than what you are right now when he met you first.

"You were right yesterday..i have been acting out because I was jealous, it just hurts to see you with someone else” his eyes flickered with several different emotions as you admitted to that.

That's how he felt too but admitting the truth would make this thing real from both sides. Was he ready to do that just yet? He needed time to think about it.

“But I'm not a child no more uncle..when you taught me to evaluate risks last week, thisss is what I evaluated first” he chuckled as you said that between your tears.

You always found a way to make him smile, even amidst such a heavy moment “I know how complicated this is..it's not an ideal situation or could ever be between us, but i need you to know that i don't wanna be a problem anymore, I don't want to act out or hurt you in anyways, I want to be your pixie that you'd be proud of so from now on i promise I'd never ever let thissss thinggg between us ruin the bond we share..that's all I wanted to say”

You placed your hands on your face so he wouldn't see your ugly crying face but then you felt his arms around you as hugged you tightly. It's not as if the confession was shocking to him, sure he wasn't expecting one from you so soon or ever really but it wasn't exactly surprising to him that you felt this way because he did too, he had felt the sexual tension between you both ever since that night he had seen you walk down the stairs during your parents' aniversary party.

“I don't want to lose you again..I need you uncle..here with me.. dad needs you ..we all need you but me more than anyone else” you sobbed into his arms so he caressed your scalp tenderly and kissed your temple.

“You won't lose me i promise ..you'd always have me..unless of course I die”

“Shut Up” you hit his chest so he cupped your cheeks to make you look at him.

“I won't run again..no matter what happens, I'm tired of running away from situations that no longer serve me..I am giving you my word sweet Pixie I won't ever leave you again” you nodded as he said that, his voice was barely above a whisper, sure you felt mortified before you had this conversation, but now you felt so much lighter, it was as if a heavy weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

You stepped away from him because the proximity was starting to mess with your head again and you had just promised him that you'd be his good girl.

“I'll see you tomorrow then uncle..I need a day off.. I'm a bit hungover” you said to him so he smiled.

“Absolutely ..it's Saturday anyways “

“Ohhh I almost didn't remember “ you let out a small laugh and it made him smile too “Ummm why are you dressed for work then?"

“I have got stuff to do.. especially since your dad isn't here at the moment”

“Mmmm okay..I'll see you on Monday then”

“Going back to your place?”

“Yeah”

“Alright Pixie ..call me if you need me.. anytime”

“I will” you smiled and walked past him quickly, your heart was racing thousand miles per second thinking about what you had just done. Sure he must have had an inkling that you had hots for him but now you had made it very apparent in very clear words, you felt worried that everytime you would look at him now he'd just think about how you wanted to fuck your uncle..

As you left he found himself clutching onto the empty space where you stood just now baring your soul in front of him. He couldn't stop pondering over the situation, what would your dad and his friend would think of this? He didn't call Daemon here just because he missed his friend, there was one other reason, he trusted Daemon with his truth so what would happen when he finds out about your feelings for each other? For the next two days he thought about you constantly and he had finally come to a conclusion.

Monday morning you were kind of terrified to face him, you hadn't seen him since Saturday so this felt even more awkward, however as you reached his cabin and he smiled that sweet smile it didn't feel so awkward then.

During lunch hour you noticed that Madison was in there for an hour long. Were they fucking? Right in the office? Luckily his office was soundproofed so you couldn't hear anything. Your heart broke as you thought about him all naked, giving it to her on the couch so you groaned and tried to distract yourself, he can't ever be yours and you didn't expect him to be celibate all his life.

However as you saw Madison coming out of his cabin with tears in her eyes all your thoughts went haywire, you didn't want to show your desperation and go speak with him almost immediately so you waited for hours and as the clock hit four thirty you made your way to his cabin and he seemed absolutely fine, albeit a bit sad.

“Sir, are you alright?” You asked him so he gestured for you to close the door and sit down.

“I'm all good y/n ..did you send those mails I asked you to?”

“Yes sir”

“Good girl” your face flushed and ears felt hot as he said that but luckily he spoke again so there was no room for awkwardness “I don't enjoy break ups especially if I'm the one to initiate it”

Your eyes widened as he said that. So they were not fucking but breaking up instead.

“I'm sorry about that, i hope she's doing alright”

“Me too..she's a good woman”

“Mmmhmm ummm why didn't you want to continue if I may ask? “ you asked him sheepishly so he finally looked at you.

“It would have been selfish, my heart wasn't in the right place..still not over the divorce and–”

“Stella..I get that” you finished his sentence so he looked at you briefly before he turned to his laptop again.

“Mhmmm” he hummed so you gave him a smile.

“Umm do you need something..a scalding cup of tea maybe? That would cheer you up” you giggled as you asked him and the smile on your face warmed his heart.

“Would love that.. thanks” you nodded as you got up to go bring him his tea, as you were about to open the door you heard your name again so you turned around.

“That wasn't the only reason why I broke things off with her though” you gulped as he said that, the intensity in the way he seemed to look at you made you feel bashful, suddenly the air around you felt different.

“It wasn't?”

“No ..I also don't want to keep hurting you now that i know how you feel Pixie” your face flushed even more but this time from embarrassment.

“Please don't feel responsible for that..I am alright…I mean I'd be alright sooner or later--” you mumbled quickly but he interrupted you

“It's too late, you're already seared deeply into my heart and I have made countless futile attempts to shake that feeling off so by the time you come back with that tea, the office hours would be over and then I need you to sit down here like a good girl and we are going to talk about this unspoken thing between us.. It's inappropriate i know..it's sick, it's even a little bit pathetic but it is what it is..just the same as you I'm also tired of denying this”

Your mouth stayed open as his words started to make more and more sense to you. Every inch of your skin was tingling with anticipation..

“Go on now..do your job” he smiled so you quickly turned around to leave his cabin.

“Ohhh God oh my god..ohhh godd” that was all you could manage to say after that. His words frightened you but also felt exhilarating at the same time.

This thing between you two might just be the end of everything but you were going to watch your world crash and burn if it meant that he was there with you, by your side, holding onto your hands, being so completely yours.

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erodasfishtacos · 1 year

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Madison Square Garden XV

Prompt: When Harrys’ goes up at MSG, it makes YN reflect

Warnings: angst, smut, minors dni 18+

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It wasn’t something that YN ever thought would happen.

It wasn’t because she didn’t believe in Harry - she believed in him more than anyone else on this earth.

But rarely anyone ever gets the opportunities that came his way then continue on the path of success, however, she fell in love with him for how charismatic, charming, and loving he was and so it didn’t surprise her that the world fell in love with him too.

YN knew that Harry was going to be getting the banner at Madison Square Garden tonight but it was going to be a surprise for him - well, he knew there was a banner made but he thought it was just to hang for the night somewhere for decoration.

YN remembers all the hard times, when Harry’s mental health was declining as One Direction decided to split - they knew they were never getting back together but management wouldn’t let them tell the fans that.

His crippling anxiety about what his next steps in life looked like, if he would still have fans, if he had concerts would anybody come?

They’re in Jamaica, writing and producing for his first album, having been on the island for nearly two months - they were coming to the end of their time there because the album was nearly done, only a few tweaks before they sent it off to Columbia Records.

Harry had been quiet lately, not as animated as he was in the beginning when he was making calls on certain lyrics and fucking around with all of the people there to work on it.

He wouldn’t get out of bed until YN woke him up, he’d drag his feet getting into the studio where he would record and record before trailing back out as they produced and edited.

He was exceptionally clingy to his wife, upset when he couldn’t find her fast enough if she was either somewhere in the mansion or outside enjoying the weather, constantly asking for reassurance about if the music sounds good or if she thinks he can do it, and if she’s proud of him

YN was laying on the private beach, tucked under a massive umbrella, and lounged on a chaise as she edits merch designs on her tablet - the waves barely crashing are a nice sound effect, no overwhelming noise of people or traffic.

She’s brought out of her concentration when she hears a huff coming up from behind her before a tall shadow, Harry appearing with a furrowed brow and a cranky expression on his face as he stands in front of her.

“Been tryin’ to call you to see where you’ve been at,” He says with an annoyed edge, like he had been looking all over for her despite the fact she told him multiple times where she would be, it’s not like they really any connection out here and the Wi-Fi connection is spotty at best.

He was dressed in a red ensemble with Hawaiian floral print, a button up shirt and a pair of shorts that came just above his knees, his hair was so long by this point because he was going to cut it before he left the island - it was in perfect ringlets past his shoulders.

“I’m right here,” YN hums with a shrug, trying to keep the mood light but she wasn’t sure whether this was going to go well or not based on what thoughts were swirling around in his head.

“Budge up,” Harry mumbles before he’s taking the tablet out of her hand and putting it on the little side table then he’s crawling up the lounge chair and flopping on top of her - his face nuzzled in her bare belly and his arms splayed over her thighs.

It’s quiet again as he keeps his face buried in her soft skin, YN’s hands find his long locks, weaving her fingers through it and tugging gently on the knots until they’re gone.

She’s surprised when she feels something wet on her stomach, for a second she’s confused but then it’s followed but sob that has Harry’s body shuddering and his shoulder’s shaking.

“Bunny, what on earth is going on?” YN asks as she moves his head until his chin is digging into her belly and he’s blinking his puffy, teary eyes up at her - the green shimmering under the sun.

He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut - she realizes he is having a panic attack, he never got them before he was in One Direction and he used to get them more frequently but now they’re not so much a common occurrence.

“Hey, hey. You need to breathe for me, baby,” YN soothes softly, sitting up a bit more and cupping his cheeks - she makes exaggerated inhales and exhales that Harry follows by breathing in through his mouth and out through his nose, “Everything is okay. There’s nothing to be panicked about. You’re safe.”

“I’m ju-just,” Harry’s as he tries to talk through his heavy breathing, “What if I release this album and I fail? What if it doesn’t chart? What if I can’t sell enough tickets to a concert?”

“ I really, really doubt that would happen. But if it happens, that’s out of our control. You’ll still be Harry with a loving family and loving friends, a home, and your health. That’s what's most important at the end of the day.”

Harry nods, eyes looking off to the side like he’s embarrassed to say the next thing, “I’m worried that if I fail, you’ll leave me.”

YN doesn’t mean to make light of it but she can’t help the snort that leaves her, her hands coming to cup his cheeks until they’re smushed in her palms, “I loved you when you were a curly, poorly dressed fifteen year old. I will love you if you’re a twenty-three year old flop.”

He’s trying really hard not to smile and keep his grumpy expression but he can’t help himself when he leaves down to nip at the skin of her hip meanly, “I was not poorly dressed. You just didn’t have any fashion sense.”

“A skinny scarf and clunky purple trainers isn’t style,” YN giggles lightly, moving to thumb away his tears as his hands move to massage at her plush where he had just bit her.

“Enough style that you let me get in your pants,” Harry dimples boyishly as he ducks back down to kiss at the skin above her bikini bottoms, “Gonna let me get in ‘em again?”

Harry didn’t think he could do it but then he was selling out show after show on his first tour, he was hitting the charts with ease, and by the time Fine Line came around - he was by far the most popular male singer in the industry.

After Harry’s House release, well, it had been overwhelming.

He had truly never thought that it could get any bigger than his Fine Line Era.

But then Harry’s House happened with singles like As It Was, Late Night Talking, and Music For A Sushi Restaurant - even though all of his songs from the album had charted at least once.

The residency had been by far one of the most amazing experiences in his life but also the most exhausting too - there was a sadness that this was his last show for his first New York residency but it felt right, he was ready to have a small break before he moved onto Austin for the next round.

YN only found out two days beforehand about the banner. She was so excited to know he would have a permanent mark on the arena and fifteen happened to be her lucky number.

She only found it fitting that she went with Harry Lambert to get a small fifteen tattooed on her bum to give her husband another surprise at the end of the night when they went back home.

Harry had been incredibly pouty that night when she got back from ‘dinner’ with Harry Lambert and wasn’t able to undress her.

YN really had went out to dinner with Lambert but forgone the detail of stopping at their favorite New York City tattoo parlour for a visit.

Harry hadn’t want to go out anyways which worked because he’d be suspicious when YN told him he wasn’t invited.

Instead, he lounged around their house all day in Tribeca, binge-watching all the shows he needs to catch up on and napping periodically throughout the day.

When YN finally gets home around ten, Harry is (im)patiently waiting for her on the couch with shower damp hair and just a pair of boxers.

“Hi bunny,” She greets as she drops a few shopping bags near the entryway, filled with new outfits and accessories to wear to the concerts, “Have a good night?”

“Missed you the whole time,” Harry mumbles with a pouted out bottom lip as he heaves himself off the sofa and pads towards her where she’s grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.

YN has to bit back a yelp of pain when Harry innocently smacks her ass right over where her fresh tattoo is - a tingling ache radiating through her legs as she has to act nonchalant.

“Bum looks great in those jeans,” Harry murmurs and oh fuck, it’s deep and raspy like it only gets when he’s turned on and about to initiate something.

She has to think quickly of how to turn him down without him catching on because earlier today she teased him with the promise of something later before remembering her tattoo appointment.

“I started my period,” YN lies when his hands wrap around her to undo her jean’s button, his lips are brushing against the nape of her neck and he’s pushing his hips into her so she can feel how much he wants her.

Harry pauses for a second, hands massaging at her belly, “S’never stopped us before. You know I don’t care about that. Just want to fuck m’wife, been thinking of your cunt all day.”

“I know, it’s my cramps. They’re really killing me, started when I was out to dinner with Lamby,” She responds, turning around on his arms until they’re making eye contact - his cheeks are pink with arousal, his nipples hard, his body is unbelievable - it legitimately looks carved out of marble.

Harry is an amazing husband above all else because even though she knows he’s bummed, he hides it well so that she doesn’t feel bad.

She just has to reward him, “Doesn’t mean I can’t give you something, yeah?”

YN takes charge and steps forward, pushing him backwards until his back hits the kitchen island and she’s kneeling down in front of him.

Her fingers slowly tuck into the waistband of his briefs, beginning to tug down, and reveal the nearly trimmed hair that leads down to the thick base of him.

“Baby,” Harry whines in more of a higher pitch, he is so submissive when he gets surprise blowies - just wanting her mouth.

It did a good enough job of distracting him that night.

Tyler was so incredibly excited to be on staff for Love On Tour residency at Madison Square Garden.

All of the shows had been amazing, he’d been able to watch them from the sidelines because he helped set up for the concert each night at the merchandise stands and other odds and ends jobs that they needed a hand with.

He’d normally not see Harry before the show because he was more outside the stage area in the entrance and halls - he’d occasionally spot him but it was mere glimpses.

Tyler had met his wife, YN, on the first day when she came to show them how she wanted the merchandise stands and picture opportunity shoots to be set up.

He was surprised when she was so kind, physically helping them set up, not just pointing and directing them with orders.

Today was different though, the crew was tasked with putting boas on every single seat in the arena - the rumor is that Harry bought all of them to celebrate his final show.

After making sure the merchandise stands were arranged how they needed to be, he headed into the stage area to grab a box of boas like the rest of his coworkers and head to a section to begin laying them over every single chair.

As he’s doing so, maybe thirty boas in, he spots two people out of the corner of his eyes, and when he turns his head, he realizes that he’s looking at Harry Styles and his wife YN.

Harry’s dressed in a vintage looking tee shirt, athletic shorts, and trainers with his growing locks tucked into a claw clip atop his head.

YN was dressed in a sports bra, high waisted athletic leggings, and trainers with her hair pulled up into a high ponytail.

Tyler thinks that he‘s far enough away that they wouldn’t be able to tell that he’s staring at them as they head over to a lower level section of stairs and place down their water bottles.

They do multiple different exercises from jogging the stairs, to lunges up them, to skipping two/three steps at a time - it was quite impressive but halfway through the intense workout YN plops onto one of the seats and instead watches as her husband finish his workout.

Tyler is closer now, about a section away as he continues his duty, when Harry seemingly is complete with his exercises, he tugs his shirt over his head as it’s absolutely drenched with sweat.

His eyes nearly bug out of his head when he sees how fucking fit he is, like he knew he was in good shape but his biceps were bigger than he’d remember, his stomach was solid muscle defined in his pecs, his abdomen, he was definitely not just doing cardio - he had to be lifting weights too.

Tyler’s eyes widen even further when he notices YN’s sneaky wandering hand as it slips up the back of his shorts to squeeze him bum before she’s giving him an innocent smile.

Shit, he can’t blame her for trying to cop a feel.

Harry turns to look at his wife, a playful gleam in his eyes as they make eye contact for a moment - it looked like they were communicating without saying any words because within the next minute, YN is out of her seat and running away from Harry, down the stairs and onto the floor of the arena.

Harry gives her only a few seconds of a head start before he’s chasing after her, taking the stairs quickly and when YN turns her head to look back and sees that he’s hot on her heels, she lets out a girlish squeal, and tries to speed up.

“M’gonna get you, baby,” Harry warns with a laugh, he’s so much faster than his wife but gives her a little lead to keep it fun, she’s running towards the stage at this point, and Harry finally decides the games over, jog turning into a sprint until he’s wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back into his body.

YN lets out a delighted giggle when he leans down to nip at her neck before moving up to whisper something in her ear which makes her melt a little, her body relaxing back into his, and allowing him to just hold her for a moment.

Tyler can’t help but think it’s adorable, how in love they are, and he was a fan of One Direction so he knows that they’ve been together since high school, and it was obvious that she was his biggest support.

After a minute of cuddling, someone is calling Harry’s name, and then they’re separating but Harry still reaches for her hand before they start trailing back towards the dressing rooms.

“I am so proud of you, Bunny. Fifteen nights,” YN murmurs as she sorts out Harry’s curls, the stylist already worked on them but Harry was particular about how they looked and swore only YN could manage his curls.

“Doesn’t seem real,” He murmurs, eyes meeting his wife’s through the mirror, “I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I hope you know that, baby. I’m here because of you.”

“You’re here because you’re talented, kind-hearted, and charismatic,” YN reframes his words, she definitely thinks she’s played a part in his success but doesn’t want to downplay how he really did all the work, “And your dimples.”

Harry furrows his brow like he’s thinking deeply, shaking his head as he turns around and pulls her down onto his lap, “You got me through everything. All the good but you stuck with me through all the bad and there were a lot of bands, especially in the band.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Harry yells, startling everyone in the room, “I’m sick of being treated like this. I haven’t had a day off in month, haven’t had more than five hours to sleep, and none of you fucking care!”

Management was staring at him with blank, uncaring expressions as they watched him have a meltdown - they’d been touring for years at this point, hundreds of tour dates, and no time to themselves.

“The fact that you guys are trying to make me do a photo op on my day off,” Harry scoffs, his voice was still raised and he was leaning tensely against the wall - they were telling him that on his only day off in months that YN and him had to do a pap walk, “I’m not fucking do it. You’re not going to exploit my girlfriend either. She is not contractually obligated like I am.”

“Mr. Styles, I know that touring is diff-“ A man in a suit tries to smooth over.

“No, no you fuckin’ don’t,” Harry sneers angrily and YN knows this is about to get bad because rarely, rarely would he every swear at people, “You don’t know what it’s like to not be in your own bed for months at a time, I don’t have time to take my girlfriend out on a fuckin’ date, and when I do I am swarm by fans. You do not fucking know what my life is like.”

Harry then kicks the massive potted plant next time him, the pot shattering on the floor as the soil and leaves spill all over the hotel’s pristine white carpets, and YN moves into action before anything gets worse.

“He needs a day for his mental health,” YN interrupts, standing and wrapping her hand around his wrist to pull him away from the mess, “Nowhere in his contract does it state he has to do a certain amount of photo ops. If you have any questions, you can contact his lawyers.”

Harry lets YN lead him out of the conference room by the hand, beginning down the hall towards the elevator so they can go back up to their hotel room but as she’s guides them, she hears a sniffle and then a sob.

She turns around to see Harry wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, his long locks covering his face like a curtain, and YN wants to stop to comfort him but she also doesn’t want to risk a fan spotting them in this very public hallway.

YN gets them up to their room while Harry cries, they didn’t have to been at the venue for a few hours still, and so she takes them to the bedroom where she strips him out of his barely button, button-up, and then out of his Chelsea boots and tight black skinny jeans.

Then she’s getting him into bed before following right behind and spooning him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and pulling him back into her - he loved being the little spoon.

“I’m sorry I acted that way,” Harry apologizes shakily, his shoulders were shuttering on every cry, and he curls in on himself like he’s trying to be small, “I embarrassed you.”

YN kisses across the back of his warm shoulders, “The only people who should be embarrassed are your management. You did not embarrass me, please don’t apologize, bunny. I know how stressed out you are.”

“I just want a break. I just want to be able to take you somewhere, a nice private beach, and have a week alone with you,” Harry sniffles, burrowing his face in the pillow, “I feel so fucking trapped sometimes.”

YN continues to kiss along his back, the nape of his neck, the caps of his shoulders, and within a minute or two of silent, YN notices his breath evening out and a light snore - he was so exhausted he couldn’t even stay awake to cry if he had the chance to sleep.

YN holds him really fucking tight.

YN was having a blast at the concert, the crowd was in great spirits, all decorated with colorful boas and amazing outfits.

Anne, Gemma, other friends, and family had come to experience the banner being displayed for Harry - he thought they were just here because it was the last show of his first residency.

It comes to the point in the show where a lady steps out onto stage, thanking Harry for providing amazing shows, and YN can tell straight away he’s getting emotional as he puts his hand over his mouth to hide his expression.

“A permanent banner, that will stay in Madison Square Garden to remember the amazing fifteen nights,” She announces as the crowd goes absolutely wild.

YN can feel the phones, flashes, videos on her reaction as fan’s record her, there are tears streaming down her face as she watches Harry seeing his banner raised to the ceiling - his eyes watering with unspoken feelings.

Anne and Gemma both wrap around her and hug her tightly as she wipes her tears carefully to avoid ruining her makeup, she was so fucking proud of her husband, and she wanted the world to know.

After it’s placed, Harry takes a deep breath before thanking everyone for supporting him, he blows kisses, and then says, “I think after the show, I may just sit, and stare a it for a while.”

Tyler is on the clean-up crew, the show had been amazing but there were feathers everywhere from the cheap boas, it was his and his coworkers job to clean up the aftermath of the concert.

All the fans had filed out by now, tons of cleanup crew on all levels of the seating with garbage bags and brooms to try to make this place presentable again, Tyler is on the floor where the pit had been.

He notices two figures sitting on the floor of the pit, across the way, and realizes quickly that it’s Harry and his wife.

Harry sat back on his hands with his knees bent with YN tucks in between them but he then moved back up, wrapping his arms round her belly and resting his chin on her shoulder.

It takes him a moment to realize that they’re gazing up at his banner, talking softly enough that he has no chance of hearing what they’re saying but his lips are pressed to her temple.

Tyler does hear Harry’s laugh echo and he’s using his hoodie sleeve to dab at his wife’s cheeks, wiping tears away, and pulling her even closer to kiss her face and shoulders.

“Darlin’, you’re going to make me cry again,” Harry chuckles as he wipes her tears.

“I know, I’m just so fucking proud of you,” YN sniffles as she nuzzles back into him, they’d just been sitting there, staring at the banner, for at least half an hour, and it was still not feeling quite real, “You’re amazing.”

“Thank you,” He whispers in her ear, lips brushing against her, “I couldn’t have do this without you. This is your banner too, sweetheart.”

YN shakes her in disagreement, “It’s you, all you. So proud of you as my best friend, as my husband, as my everything.”

Something clicks with Harry and his lips become more purposeful as they kiss at her jaw, then along her neck, and the hand rest the outside of her hoodie dips underneath the palm at her belly.

“Harry,” YN gasps softly when he sucks a mark on her throat - his intentions had shifted nowand they were clear, he wanted her, and now.

“Yeah baby,” He drawls distractedly like there were hundreds of people still around them, thumbing at her soft skin near her belly button, “Just turns me on that m’wife is so fucking supportive of me.”

“Come on, let’s go back home,” YN giggles when his lips don’t stop moving on her skin until she’s pulling away and standing up, helping him up to and his eyes are predatory as he checks her out from head to toe.

Harry is on her the moment they’re home, crashing into the entryway table where a vase topples over but luckily doesn’t break when it hits the ground as Harry is tugging off her hoodie then her sports bra.

“Fuck,” YN moans when he pushes her up against the nearest wall, his large hands moving to cup her breasts as he ducks down to wrap his lips around one hard bud as he thumbs at the other, “Feels good.”

“Gonna make you feel even better,” Harry promises before taking her nipple between his teeth, she lets out a pained mewl at the pleasant mixture of ache and arousal, hands weaving into his hair to keep him to her, “Gonna fuck you right here then take you to bed and eat your cunt until your legs are shaking.”

“Yes, c’mon,” YN gasps eagerly, moving to tug off his sweatshirt and shirt before going to his shorts but he’s rough tonight, shaking off her hands and kneeling down to shimmy her leggings off her hips, taking her thong with it as he leans forward to suck lovebites into her thick thighs, “Fuck me, H. Come on, bunny.”

“Yeah, I got you, darling,” Harry rumbles raspily, getting the rest of his clothes off, and by this point, YN had completely forgot about the tiny tattoo she had gotten on her bum to surprise him.

So when he turns her around, her hands braced against the wall, he pauses in confusion when he sees something new on her skin that wasn’t there last time he saw her backside.

“Did you….baby,” Harry huffs out in surprise, thumb coming to run over the still puffy skin, kneeling back down to cup her cheeks in his hand, and gaze at the small fifteen tattooed there, “I…How the fuck did I get so lucky? Hm? Tell me.”

“I love you, proud of you. I wanted to remember this night forever,” YN manages but her voice is shaky because he’s biting at her before standing up, lifting one of her legs, and thrusting in.

“Never forget this,” Harry promises, his strong chest against her back as she’s pressed to the wall, “I love you more than anything.”

#Hslot!harry #hslotrry #harry styles writing

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cleopatraphouse · 1 year

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what your favorite Parahumans ship says about you

(Obviously based on / inspired by @doubleca5t’s video series)

Taylor/Emma: You had a really hard time coming out as a lesbian.

Taylor/Sophia [ShadowSkitter]: Your favorite fanfic trope is enemies to lovers.

Taylor/Madison: You like redemption arcs, but you’re kinda lazy about it.

Taylor/Lisa [Smugbug]: “Be gay, do crimes” is not just a meme to you, it is your personal motto, it is your way of life.

Taylor/Rachel [Wolfspider]: You are queer and neurodivergent.

Taylor/Brian [Skrue]: Considering how uncommon this ship is you might honestly be Wildbow.

Taylor/Alec [Jitterbug]: Your addiction to edgy boys who have trouble talking about their feelings is terminal. You have seven days left to live.

Alec/Brian: You’re doing your best in a series with barely any viable M/M ships in the main cast.

Alec/Brian/Lisa/Rachel/Taylor [Polysiders]: You’re super into the found family trope. You’re also super horny.

Aisha/Taylor [Forgetabug]: “Hoe don’t do it” is your favorite meme and ideal relationship dynamic.

Aisha/Brian [Laborncest]: You have an incest kink. And low standards.

Aisha/Alec: Doing crimes is more important to you than being gay.

Amy/Victoria [Guts & Glory]: You have an amazing ability to ignore the parts of canon you don’t like. And you have an incest kink.

Amy/Taylor [Pillbug]: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of being lonely together.

Taylor/Victoria [Punch Buggy]: Your appreciation for strong female protagonists is only outweighed by your appreciation for exploring trauma.

Amy/Taylor/Victoria: You think most friendship drama could be solved with a threesome. And you have an incest kink.

Amy/Lisa: You just wanted good things for Amy. And really, you’re allowed to want that.

Lisa/Victoria: You’re just here for the hatesex.

Dean/Victoria: You had a pretty easy time of it in high school.

Uber/Leet: One of the hottest things you can imagine is a dude saying “no homo” just as he gets balls deep in his boyfriend’s ass.

Lily/Sabah [Needlepoint]: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of protecting someone.

Taylor/Dennis [Clockroach]: You like Worm, but you don’t get why it has to be so dark and morally ambiguous all the time.

Danny/Jack Slash [Jack Daniels]: You are desperate, DESPERATE for father figures.

Assault/Battery: You think any joke can only be improved by slapstick.

Contessa/Number Man [Countessa]: You also ship Chell and Wheatley.

Colin/Dragon: You’re a robofucker, obviously, but more than that you’re a transhumanist.

Ashley/Victoria [Starsong]: Your favorite fanfiction trope is useless lesbians.

Sveta/Victoria: You’re a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of shared trauma.

Erin/Rain: You have at least a passing interest in trad aesthetics, and a strong interest in FLR.

Sveta/Weld: You like your monsters tragic and your relationships tragic-er.

Rain/(any of the Heartbroken girls): You’re into femdom.

Jack Slash/Number Man: You toil in the yaoi mines all day and all night and have done so for at least twenty years.

#parahumans #cleo is fandom posting #what your favorite ship says about you #'why isn't x ship here' because i don't see fics of them #'why isn't there more Ward stuff' because Ward isn't very good #extras:#'Emma and Alec' you read Intrepid (good taste)#'Brian and Purity' you read Silencio extremely uncritically #'Taylor and Nice Guy' you don't mind reading the same fic over and over and #'Crimson and Winter' your ideal date ends with you getting killed by the feds

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masivechaos · 9 months

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ast dance - send me a trope (enemies to lovers,...) + a type of reader (shy! reader, rockstar! reader...) + a character from the list above -> i'll write a short blurb!

friends to lovers + popular!reader + regulus black (guess who my fav character is 💀)

NICER THAN YOU - regulus black x gn! reader [0.481k] .ೃ࿐

summary: regulus' friends try to convince him you like him back

warnings: swearing

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People were so surprised when you and Regulus started to be friends and the discussions were filled with both of your names when you were around. You both were so different. You were a little ray of sunshine while him… well he was Regulus Black, the typical Slytherin that would only smile if it was before throwing a snarky comment. But somehow it worked.

You sat down at the Slytherin table, your tie unmatching the rest of the students. “Good morning, Reggie,” you smiled and you could hear his friends snickering at the nickname, but mostly they were impressed he didn’t kill you for calling him such a name.

“Hi,” he murmured as he discreetly slipped your favourite food into your plate.

“Thank you.”

Barty shared a look with Evan as he mocked you “Thank you,” he said imitating your voice. Regulus shot him a glare and you stopped him from saying or doing anything to his friend by placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

The group started to talk but you and Regulus were having a side conversation. “I love the book you gifted me!”

“Really?”

“Yes! The characters are so good! And the plot twist? The plot twist- don’t let me start on that one.” He smiled warmly at you, he could listen to you talking for hours.

“Y/n!” someone called for you from the Ravenclaw table. It happened a lot, everybody knew you and everybody liked you. Regulus couldn’t think of one person who didn’t like you, how could they?

You excused yourself before getting up. Leaving the Slytherins alone, the group started to talk. “This is honestly painful,” Barty complained.

“I agree,” Dorcas added.

“Shut up,” Regulus answered.

“They are right though,” Evan said. “You should tell them you love them.”

“No,” Regulus simply replied before adding “They don’t like me back.”

Barty looked at him, exasperated “Out of all of their friends, they spend most of the time with you. And– I really like you man but– they have some courage to bear you all day long when some people could be nicer than you. So yeah, they like you for sure.”

“One, fuck you. Two… are you sure?”

“Yes!” his three friends answered. Regulus looked at you from afar as you laughed and without meaning to, he started to smile. A small and discreet smile, but still.

“So what are you going to do?”

Regulus took a sip of his drink, ignoring his friends, before getting up and searching for something in his bag. He pulled out a letter. He wrote it some time ago, when he let the idea of dating you cross his mind but he quickly decided not to give it to you. But maybe now it was the right time. He wasn’t planning on watching you as you read it, but he could discreetly slip it in your bag...

⋆ ★ regulus black taglist: @ell0ra-br3kk3r @inkluvs @cauliflowertree @madison-rebel @moonlitmeeks @rhydianissuperior @loveeharrington @meredarling @jackys-stuff-blog @elenatries2write @juneberrie @f4iry-blush @gilmore-angel @heartfucks @songs4themoon @moondemon123 @mystic-writings @siriusblackstwin @natashxromanovf @unadulterated-syd @garfieldsladybird @starconfettii @percy-the-hufflepuff @fairydxll @spookydarkwitch @duxpuella @innerloverpainter @kieracassette @whennyxfallsinlove @venussflytraps @oncasette @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @widowbf @starlit-epiphany @rosalyn-s @etanordiesbullsh!t @sageskisses444 @luvmarsbars @jsjcue @mellozhi

#margot is writing! ੈ✩‧₊˚#margot's 1k event .ೃ࿐#last dance .ೃ࿐#the marauders #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #young marauders #regulus black #regulus black x you #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x reader

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ofstoriesandstardust · 1 year

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the one where they go camping (b.r.b.)

a/n: i started sending thoughts about the one bed trope with @gretagerwigsmuse and it suddenly turned into a full-fledged fic. also, there’s a playlist for this fic!! this is probably a full-fledged disaster but idk i enjoyed it.

summary: You spend your spring break camping with your friends from UVA. Cue the most awkward five days of your life when it turns out you and Bradley will have to share a bed.

flight risk masterlist | UVA cast of characters

warnings: swearing, alcohol, one bed trope, cuddling, arguing, food mentions, there’s a knife but it’s only used in a cooking context, the word bitch is used in a derogatory context, canon death of a parent, body insecurity, reference to former toxic relationships, sunshine needs therapy, this is semi-researched and semi my imagination, man i sure do love those fucking commas

word count: 10,612

The sound of keys being tossed on the table catches your attention. You look up from your book, catching a glimpse of Bailey, pulling out a chair next to you. From across her is Madison with Bradley, who is pulling the chair out across from you. You squint in the sunlight, offering him a soft smile.

"Hey Sunshine.” He says as he sits, tugging his backpack off his shoulders.

“Hi.”

“Any fun plans for spring break?”

You pick up your bookmark, shutting it in the book and setting it on the table as you shake your head. “No, I’ll probably just hang out here. Sleep maybe.”

Bailey’s head flies up from where she’s looking through her bag. “What?”

You furrow your eyebrows. “What you do you mean what?”

She doesn’t get a chance to respond as Tommy approaches the table, Eli behind him dragging two other chairs from another table to where you’re sat in the courtyard. It’s a warmer than usual day for March, letting you study outside for the first time in months.

“Are we discussing camping over here?” Tommy asks, sitting down between Bailey and Bradley. Eli wedges himself in between Tommy and Bradley, barely fitting in the group.

Bailey nods absent-mindedly, still staring at you. “I thought you were coming camping with us.”

“Oh- I didn’t-” You swallow, feeling the itch to pull the sleeves of your UVA sweatshirt down around your fingers. “I didn’t realize I was invited.” You mumble, cheeks going hot.

“What do mean you didn’t realize you were invited? Madison and I discussed it like, six times in front of you.”

You shrug. “I don’t have any gear to go camping. I’ve never actually even been camping.”

“How have you never been camping?” Eli asks incredulously, eyes going wide.

You shrug again. “I don’t know, we always did backyard campouts. My parents couldn’t really afford to take the time off of work.”

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t think you’d be invited.”

“I don’t know Bailey, it- it wasn’t an explicit invitation.” You stammer out, wanting to shrink down in your chair. “My parents always told me to never assume I’d been invited places or to invite myself to outings or trips. I didn’t want to assume I’d been invited and have nobody want me there.”

The table falls silent at the words and you resist the urge to squirm. Madison grabs your wrist, forcing you to look at her as she says your name softly. “You’re invited. We want you there. You don’t need to worry about gear or anything; Tommy and I are already compiling all of our stuff.”

“Okay.” You say softly, as she gives you a bright smile.

“Cool beans, cool bean.” She says, punching a laugh out of both you and Bradley.

“Didn’t you do Girl Scouts?” Eli asks, still frowning. “I’m still struggling to comphrend the fact that you’ve never been camping.”

You shrug. “Yeah, but only for a few years when I was little. It just got expensive, especially cause my siblings had their own extracurriculars and whatever. Never really got to the age where we did the whole camping thing. Who’s all going on this trip?”

“You, me, Bails, Mads, Eli and Bradley. I thought Kade would join us but he has to work.” Tommy responds.

“What about Anna?” You ask, eyebrow raised. “Or Blake, I know he likes camping.”

Tommy coughs awkwardly. “Yeah, well Blake is busy I think. Anna is going to Oregon to see her boyfriend.”

“Oh, gotcha.” You glance at the time on your watch. “Anyways, I have to go to class.”

“We’re leaving on Sunday at seven am sharp! Four days and five nights. Madison will pick you up. Bring clothes to swim cause we’re going to the lake.” Bailey says, pulling a notebook out of her bag.

“Are you guys still camping at Lake Shenandoah? Why leave so early?”

“Only gonna be there for five days. We have to maximize our time.” Madison says authoritatively, pulling her sunglasses down on to her face.

“There can’t be that much to do.” You mutter as you stand up from the table.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

Someone calls your name, making you turn. It’s Tommy, running out of the office you’d just walked past. “Hey Tommy.” You say, turning to face him. You have to look up to make eye contact with him, his lanky body towering over yours (and everyone else’s).

“Hey, I’m glad I caught you. I wanted to talk to you about camping actually.”

You raise an eyebrow, trying not to suck in your bottom lip to chew on it nervously.

Did they not want you to go anymore?

“So, we’ve done some preliminary packing and it turns out there’s not going to be enough room for Madison to drive you.” You swallow, waiting for the inevitable.

Sorry, we just don’t have room. Maybe next time?

He continues on however, not noticing your sudden panic. “Anyways, Bailey and Madison will be in Mads car together, but the only other person who’s car will fit all of us is Bradley’s, cause my truck will only fit two people and Eli refuses to drive his quote ‘nice, expensive car to a camp site’ so we’re left with Bradley’s. Anyways, are you cool to ride with him?”

You nod, even though the thought of being in a car with Bradley for a whole hour feels like the worst idea.

At least there would be other people? And, given the hierarchy of the friend group, you’d probably end up in the back.

It would be fine.

He smiles. “Great. Bradley has your address, right? He’ll pick you up at eight. Eli vetoed the leaving at seven thing.”

“Oh great, a whole extra hour.”

Tommy chuckles. “He was originally pushing for eleven.”

“And that somehow got negotiated down to eight?”

“Bailey threatened to key his car if he didn’t stop being difficult.”

“Why do you hang out with him again?”

“He’s cool.”

“Yeah, remember when Bailey told you you were frat bro-adjacent? She was right.” You say, turning on your heel.

“See you Sunday!″ He calls from behind you, smile clear in his tone.

You’re sitting out on your front porch, fiddling with your shoelaces nervously as you wait for Bradley. The sun is still rising, just peaking over the horizon. Your head is tucked up into your knees, admiring the sky when Bradley’s car emerges from around the corner.

You lift your head, up, noticing it's just him in the vehicle as he parks in front of your house. “Where’s your annoying buddy?” You call as he steps out of the car, the door slamming shut behind him.

He sighs, rounding the vehicle. “Oh boy do I have a story for you.”

You give a half-laugh, standing up from the step as he walks up the sidewalk towards you. “What? What happened? What did I miss?”

He shakes his head, not answering the question as he picks up the duffle bag that was siting by your feet. You double-check that the front door is locked and then follow him to the car, where he’s setting the bag in the back with his stuff. “Hop on in.”

You pull the front passenger door open, sliding in the seat. “Can we stop and get road trip snacks?”

He pauses from where he’s putting the key in the ignition to look at you. “It’s an hour drive.”

You shrug, pulling your seatbelt on. “Well, you don't have to get anything but I’m hungry and didn’t eat breakfast. Plus, I love a good road trip snack.”

He sighs, starting the car. “Yeah, I didn’t eat anything either. We can stop at McDonald’s, if you want.”

“That works.”

“Thank you for putting your seatbelt on, by the way.” He says, starting to pull out from your driveway.

“With this friend group, no one goes anywhere without it on.”

“I know, but I DD for the frat parties and you would not believe how hard it is to get drunk frat boys to put their seat belts on.”

You chuckle. “I could guess.” There’s a pause as you consider your next words. “You know, I always forget you’re in a frat because you don’t act like a typical frat bro.”

He turn his head, half towards you, still keeping his eyes on the road. “Oh yeah? Why is that?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. Frat bros are certain type of people like...” You trail off, searching for how to describe the guys he hang out with without also insulting the people he’s around so often.

“Like Eli?” He asks, a smile growing on his face.

“Yeah.” You breathe out, returning his smile. “Like Eli.”

“I’m kind of annoyed at him at the moment, so you can talk shit, it’s okay. I know you don’t like him.”

“Bailey doesn’t like him.” You correct. “I really don’t mind him. I know you guys are best buds. Why’re you annoyed?”

He grumbles as the two of you pull into the McDonald’s parking lot. “I’m annoyed with all of them. You missed the packing disaster that happened last night, but to make a long story short, Tommy ended up having to drive and didn’t want to drive alone. It would’ve made sense for him to just come grab you and have the two of you drive in his truck since Eli and I live together, and I could’ve driven us but no, you were too far from Tommy’s and Eli wanted to hangout with Tommy and drive with him so somehow Eli ended up spending the night at Tommy’s and now we’re here.”

“So the short version is our friends are pains in the asses?”

He chuckles, turning to look at you as he pulls into the drive-thru line. “Pretty much. What do you want?”

You shift in your seat, trying to get a better look at the place as Bradley pulls into the driveway. “Bailey and Madison did good.”

“How the fuck did they beat us here?”

You pull your gaze from the small but cozy-looking cabin, to where Bradley’s eyeing the other cars in the driveway. Sure enough, there’s Tommy’s truck and Madison’s white Chevrolet SUV that somehow always felt larger than necessary. You shrug. “I don’t know, we did stop for McDonald’s.”

“Yeah, but when have you ever known our friends to leave on time?”

You tilt your head in acknowledgement of his question. “True.”

The two of you climb out of the car, Bradley grabbing the bags out of the back as you trek up the driveway. The front door opens before you can even knock, revealing a grinning Bailey.

“You guys finally made it! Bradley, the boys are upstairs, if you wanna take y’alls stuff up there.” She grabs your wrist, already moving you towards the kitchen. “Let me give you the full tour.”

The cabin is two-stories, with a small kitchen and a dining table just big enough to fit all six of you. She shows you the back area of the house from the French doors in the kitchen, where there’s a wonderful lake view and a fire pit. There's a smaller living room, with a loveseat and a recliner in front of a fireplace. She takes you up the stairs, where you realize with a sinking heart that there’s only three bedrooms.

“So this is the master, which is mine and Madison’s, because Madison planned the trip and I found this place. That’s Eli and Tommy’s room down the hall, with the two twin beds. Which means...”

“I’ll be sharing a bed with Bradley.” You sigh. The bed isn’t very big, a double if you had to guess.

Fuck.

You turn slightly, shooting Bailey a look. “You did this on purpose.” You whisper as the boys emerge from the room down the hall.

She sighs shaking her head. “No, we weren’t expecting Eli to be such a pain in the ass about the sleeping arrangements.”

You raise an eyebrow, doubting her words. “Really?”

“Yeah, really Bailey?” Madison asks, appearing over Bailey’s shoulder. “He’s the reason we’re in a cabin and not camping camping.”

“There’s dirt!” Eli shrieks as Bradley wedges himself in the doorway, realizing what the three of you are discussing. He gives you a brief glance, offering you a nervous smile.

“We’ll make it work. Only four nights right?”

You glance up from your book but quickly pull your attention back down once you catch sight of Bradley in nothing but his boxers.

He was trying to kill you, you were convinced of it.

Your eyes remained firmly planted on the page, even though they aren’t absorbing any of the words, becoming a blurry mess as you focus really hard on not looking back up to see practically naked Bradley. He flops down on the bed, only shifting up to turn the lights off, flooding the room in pitch-black darkness.

“Goodnight Sunshine.” He mutters, rolling over on the bed to have his back facing you.

“Hey, I was reading!” You protest, fumbling on your side of the bed for the switch to your lamp.

“Stop studying, we’re on spring break.” He says, hand blindly reaching out to grab the book out of your hand. He rolls over to put it on his nightstand with a rather loud thump.

You gape at the faint outline of his figure, barely illuminated by the light under the crack of the door. “You’re a pain in my ass. I won’t even know where I stopped. ”

“Yes, you will, because you always write in your books. Go to sleep.”

You huff, but comply, setting the pen you are in fact holding on your nightstand and pulling the covers over you as you roll to have your back face his. You shut your eyes, listening to the only sound in the house of Tommy washing the dishes downstairs.

It’s not long after that the light downstairs and in the hallway gets shut off, Tommy being the last one up and apparently going to bed for the night. The room does become pitch-black, the house falling silent.

You aren’t sure how long you lay there, eyes squeezed shut as sleep continuously escapes you.

All of the sudden, Bradley lets out a loud snore, causing you to jump. You shift up, looking over to him. As your eyes have adjusted to the dark, you see the faint outline of his chest rising and falling continuously. You let out a soft groan, palms of your hands reaching up to press themselves into your eyes.

It was going to be a long night.

The first thing you realize when you wake up is the fact that you’re abnormally warm.

It’s March and you’re in a cabin in the middle of the woods. For as much as you had all played with thermostat the night before when the darkness had settled in, and with it the colder temperatures, you hadn’t gotten it to be very warm in the cabin before giving up and going to bed for the night.

The second thing you register is that there’s a steady weight across your stomach and something tangled in your legs. You slowly let your eyes open, taking in the sunlight filtering in through the blinds, the sound of the coffee maker on downstairs. Tommy must be awake already.

You turn your head slightly, following the arm thrown around your center. The steady weight is connect to the person next to you who’s...

oh shit.

You wince, realizing what’s happening.

Bradley-the-human-furnace-Bradshaw is cuddling you.

Worse yet, you think he’s still asleep, which means he isn’t conscious of what he’s doing. At all.

That’s what you tell yourself as you begin to panic, unsure of what to do. Did you wake him up? Did you tell him to get off of you?

You had to admit that it was nice, the way he was holding you. The way his arms around you made you feel protected. Safe. It felt a little like being home, if you were honest.

You’d never felt that before.

You take a deep breath to center yourself, remembering that you and Bradley weren’t even friends. You were just two people who knew each other because of a mutual friend group. You were just two people who’d been invited on this camping trip and got stuck sharing a bed together.

It meant nothing. He didn’t mean anything by it.

He stirs, shifting slightly on the bed. You quickly turn your head, trying to ignore the way he’d looked with the golden rays dancing on his skin, squeezing your eyes shut.

Maybe you could pretend you were still asleep and the two of you would never have to talk about this and could pretend it never happened.

Yeah, that was a good plan.

He shifts, arm tightening around your middle as he rolls closer. You can practically feel his breath on the crook of your neck. “Morning Sunshine.”

The words take your breath clean from your throat as you tense, willing yourself to be very still. Maybe he thinks you’re still asleep.

“I know you’re not asleep.” The smile is clear in his voice and you move your head a little, looking back at him, swallowing when you realize how close he is. How good he looks in the morning.

“Hi.” You whisper.

“Hey.” He says, but then pulls his arm back, untangling his legs from yours. You instantly feel cold. “Sorry about that. I’ve been told I’m a cuddler in my sleep. Probably should’ve warned you.”

“It’s fine.” You say, the words physically painful to squeeze out. He sits up, comforter falling around his hips to reveal his naked chest that is bathed in golden sunlight. You turn back around, squeezing your eyes shut once more at the sight of him.

“What are we doing today, do you remember?”

“Um.” You swallow, throat scratchy. “I think we’re going hiking I think Madison said.”

Behind you, you can feel him move off the bed, his weight disappearing. You can hear him move around the room, walking to where his bag is sat and unzipping it. “Sounds good. I’m gonna get changed. See you downstairs.”

“Yeah.”

You hold your breath until you hear the bedroom door click shut, and then begin to count backwards from 20 by 2s as you try to regulate your breathing.

Then you sit up, not bothering to grab clothes to change into as you dart out of the room and down the hall, grabbing Bailey’s arm as she steps out of her room. Her eyes scan your face, searching for a sign of something being wrong.

“What? Is everything okay?” She asks. The two of you are squeezed in the doorway as Madison stands on the other side in the room, listening to the conversation.

“I woke up to Bradley cuddling me.” You mumble, eyes flickering to the door of Tommy’s room opening.

Her frown changes to a smile, growing wider. “Oh yeah? And then what? You two finally bang it out? Have sleepy, cuddly sex?”

You shoot her a look. “Fuck off that, will you?”

Madison snickers, causing you to also toss her a withering look.

“Whatcha girls talking about over there?” Eli calls, Bradley appearing over his shoulder.

“The stick up your ass.” Bailey calls back, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the room, slamming the door shut behind you.

“Smooth, B.” Madison mutters.

Bailey ignores Madison, turning to face you with her hands on her hips. “Tell me everything. Now.”

You faceplant on the bed with a groan. “There’s nothing to tell. I woke up to him cuddling me in his sleep and then he said ‘Sorry, I’m a cuddler in my sleep’ and then got up and left.”

The words are muffled into the comforter of the bed as your legs dangle off the side. It goes quiet in the room and you almost wonder if they didn’t hear you. Finally, you lift your had, pushing yourself into a seated position as you bring your legs to sit criss-cross.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to be normal around him now. He literally wears nothing but his underwear to bed. I just have to look at him like that after he cuddled me in his sleep and somehow be normal?”

“So don’t.” Bailey says with a simple shrug. “Grow a pair and tell him. Tell him that you have a huge raging crush on him and then bang it out and become the world’s cutest couple so the rest of us can stop doing this dance with the two of you.”

“You don’t have to sleep with him, like that.” Madison adds, sitting down on the bed. “But you should tell him how you feel about him.”

You groan again, moving to face-plant once more into the comforter but Madison’s hand shoots out, keeping you upright. “He doesn’t like me back, I told you that.”

“You’re the only one who thinks that.” Madison says firmly, giving you a little push so you’re upright.

“Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt.” Bailey says flatly with an eyebrow raised.

“It’s not denial, Bails. He doesn’t like me like that. I don’t even think he’s sees us as friends. I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m annoying.”

She snorts, rolling her eyes. “You’re impossible.” She says, turning around to the door.

“Will one of you switch rooms with me, please?” You beg, turning to Madison first, knowing that if anyone will switch with you, it will be her. Her eyes flicker over to Bailey, who shakes her head.

“Do you honestly think any of the other guys would’ve accidentally cuddled you in their sleep?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, he did say this is normal for him.”

Bailey sighs, taking another step back closer to the door. “I don’t think he’s the only one making excuses.”

“What does that mean?”

She ignores the question, hand on the doorknob. “Give it one more night and if you’re still uncomfortable, you and I will switch.” She opens the door, slipping out into the hallway.

Madison squeezes your shoulder. “Tommy just made us a pot of coffee. Do you want me to pour you a cup while you get dressed?”

You look down, realizing you’re still in pajamas. “Yeah, that’d be great.”

She nods standing up from the bed, as you fall backwards on the bed, the heels of your hands once again coming to press into your eyes.

You were so screwed.

You squint, the bright sun overhead filtering in through the trees as the sounds of your friends yelling at each other causes the birds to fly away from the treetops.

“I told you, we’re lost!” Bailey shouts, throwing her hands up in frustration. “And it’s all your fault, because you ignored Madison and said you knew where you were going!”

“I do know where we’re going! I’ve made this hike a hundred times!” Eli shouts back.

“Okay, both of you, cut it out. Bickering isn’t going to change the fact that we’re standing on the edge of a cliff.” Tommy said, wedging himself between Bailey and Eli.

“I’ll push him off the edge of the cliff.” Bailey says, hands moving to her hips a she stares daggers down at Eli.

“You’re a bitch.” Eli shoots, causing Bradley’s head to fly up from where he’s watching you kick a rock.

“Hey!” He shouts. “Uh uh, we don’t talk about women like that.”

“Don’t bother Bradshaw, I take pride in being called a bitch. “ Bailey says smugly.

“Oh, of course you do.” Eli snarks, rolling his eyes.

“Where the fuck is Madison going?” You mutter, watching her disappear off the trail and into the bushes.

“The right way probably.” Bradley mutters back.

“Should we follow her?”

He tilts his head in consideration of your question. “We could. Or, hear me out-” He says, holding his hands out. “-we could go back to the cabin and play cards.”

You bite your lip, nervous about the prospect of being all alone with him since this morning, but one look back to Tommy keeping Bailey and Eli form ripping each other’s throats out is enough to have you nodding.

“Done deal, Bradshaw. Lead the way.”

The two of you walk down the path from which you came, the shouting and bickering of your friends slowly tapering off into the distance. It’s quiet for a minute as you follow his footsteps, crunching over the leaves and dirt along the trail.

“So... you excited about graduating?”

He shrugs, pulling back to fall in step with you. “Kind of. This trip is making it all sort of real for me you know? This is the last time it’ll ever be like this.”

“Any grand post-grad plans?”

“I’m enlisting.” Your head flies up at the words.

“You- wait, you really are?”

He nods, offering you nervous smile. “Yeah, I sent in my paperwork the morning I came to pick you up. I’ll have a better idea in a little while of where I’ll be going in a few weeks, but it’s happening, pretty much straight away.”

“Wow.” You mutter.

On the one hand, you’re thrilled for Bradley to get everything he's ever wanted. For as long as you known him, the Navy was the dream. Everything he’s worked for would soon be coming into fruition for him.

On the other hand, you’re terrified. Terrified you may never hear from him again, that Bradley Bradshaw may become nothing more than a memory to everybody who’s ever known or loved him.

Because that was it, wasn’t it?

To know Bradley Bradshaw was to love him.

And maybe that didn’t scare you as much as it should’ve, the thought that you might be in love with this boy.

But what did scare you was what could happen to one of the kindest human beings you’d ever met.

He catches your look, reaching out to gently nudge your shoulder. “Hey now, don’t worry Sunshine. I’ll be as safe as can be.” You offer him a smile, nodding. “So what about you? Going anywhere fun for the summer? Tom and Bailey mentioned something about you going to D.C.?”

You shake your head. “Nah, nowhere fun. The D.C. trip kind of fell through and I couldn’t really afford it to begin with. I decided to renew the lease on my house with my roommate. I’ll just be working. Maybe doing research if my proposal gets approved.”

His face brightens. “Hey, that’s great Sunshine! You get paid for that?”

You nod. “Through the school, yeah. And that’s if they accept me.”

“I have no doubt in my mind that they will.” He sighs, looking at you before biting his lip. “Hey Sunshine, about this morning, if I made you uncomfortable or-”

You shake your head. “No! No, I-” You cut yourself off, unsure of what to say to assure him that it wasn’t him, it was you.

“I just wanted to apologize in case I made you uncomfortable. That’s the last thing I would want to do.”

You take a shuddering breath at how kind he is, the way it makes your heart do silly little things, like want to reach over and kiss him, before you can bring yourself to respond. “Nope, you’re all good Bradshaw.” You say, forcing a smile.

And you'd make it be good.

“Sunshine, what are you doing?”

You look up from where you’re setting up the pillows to Bradley, who’s just walked through the door. He’s wearing sweatpants tonight (albeit still no shirt) but you’re grateful nonetheless because maybe with pants on you’ll be able to maintain some semblance of normality around him.

Kind of.

“Sunshine?” He asks again and you shake your head, looking back down at the decorative pillows you’d grabbed from the loveseat earlier.

“I’m building a pillow wall. So that way we, you know, both get our own side of the bed, and there’s no accidental cuddling or anything.”

He clears his throat awkwardly, an unusual blush rising on his cheeks. “Sunshine, I told you I was sorry about that.”

You shrug. “And I told you it was fine. But problem solved.”

Really, truly, honestly - it was boundary for you and you alone. You were afraid that if you woke up one more time to him cuddling you in nothing but his underwear, you do something stupid. Like kiss him or tell him about your stupid crush on him.

Still, his jaw tenses, his hand twitching at his side. The two of you stand in awkward silence for a minute before he finally sighs. “Okay. Whatever you want.”

He walks the few paces towards the bed and then climbs in, pulling the covers all the way up to his chin, leaving you to get the lights. You sigh, walking towards the door and flicking them off. You walk around the bed to climb in on your side, curling up all the way at the very edge of the bed.

The tension hangs in the room, his body stiff. You wait for him to tell you goodnight like he had the night before but he says nothing.

It’s not long that the two of you are laying there before a loud cheer erupts from downstairs.

Your friends had long passed the line between tipsy into drunk and both you and Bradley had tapped out when they started creeping into drunkenly obnoxious territory.

“What the fuck are they doing down there?’ You ask, shifting slightly to look back towards the door.

He grunts.

“Sorry.” You whisper, turning back around. “Good night Bradley.”

“Night.”

When Bradley wakes up, you’re all too aware of it, having tossed and turned all night long. You were surprised he didn’t kick you out of the bed from how much you had rolled around, although you’d tried to sit very still for as long as possible.

At one point you even went to the bathroom just to sit so as not to bother him. Unfortunately, Eli came in not long after to puke so the reprieve was short-lived.

A quick glance at the digital clock on the nightstand next to you tells you it’s only 6:10 am, far too early for Bradley to be up, and much less any of your friends who are definitely going to have hangovers. You shift slightly, watching as he sits up, pulling the comforter off of him.

He gently pushes himself off the bed and softly pads towards the door, shutting it behind him with a gentle click. You hold your breath, waiting for him to return to the room, thinking he’s just peeing, but it’s only when you realize it’s 6:31 am that he’s not coming back.

You groan, rolling back over as an ache settles in your chest.

Maybe now you’d finally be able to get some sleep.

When you’re awoken again, it’s to the sound of the door opening and someone saying your name. You groan, rolling over to the offender. You’re greeted by the sight of Bailey standing there with the door wide open.

“Good. You’re alive.”

“The fuck do you want?” You say through a yawn, a quick glance to the clock showing you it’s 11:17 am.

“Everyone minus Madison is downstairs eating breakfast and then we’re all going to the lake.”

“Where’s Madison?” You ask, not moving from the bed.

“Violently hungover. Eli quote ‘puked and rallied’, but Tommy and I can hold our alcohol. We also had way less to drink than the other two.”

You hum, but still make no move to get off the bed. She nods her head towards the downstairs. “C’mon, up and at ‘em.”

“Can’t I join you guys later? I didn’t sleep very good last night.”

Her eyes skim over the pillows next to you. “I can imagine, what with the great pillow wall of Lake Shenandoah. That Bradshaw’s idea?”

“Mine.”

She blows out a breath. “Explains why he was up at the ass crack of dawn. Even beat Tommy up. C’mon, he made sure we saved you some breakfast and a cup of coffee.”

With a final groan, you push yourself off the bed and follow her into the hallway and down the stairs. The boys grin at the sight of you, Bradley even offering you a small smile over the rim of his coffee cup.

“Hey sleeping beauty, thanks for joining us here in the land of the living.” Tommy teases.

“Good afternoon.” Eli says, a smirk on his face. Your eyes flicker to the time on the oven (11:21 am) and then back to Eli’s face.

“Fuck off, it’s not even noon yet.”

“Practically could be.”

“Good morning.” Bradley says softly as you approach the stove, picking up the coffee cup that’s sitting next to him. “Here, I save you the last cup of coffee although I wasn’t sure what you liked in it. And I made sure we saved you some breakfast: eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns. There’s also toast.”

You don’t even have the heart to tell him that Bailey had already told you all of this, what with the way he’s looking at you so genuinely, so earnestly. “Thank you Bradley, really.”

Tommy clears his throat, standing up from the table. “Alright well, I’m ready to go down to the lake, if everybody else is.” There’s muttered agreement, your friends moving from their various places in the space.

“You’ll come down and join us when you’re ready, right?” Bradley says, a little concern filtering into his tone. You muster up a smile, hands wrapping tighter around the coffee mug.

“Will do Bradshaw.”

You watch them from the window for the next hour, puttering around the kitchen as you clean up the dishes from breakfast. It’s the least you can do considering everyone else cooked.

You were definitely not stalling, suddenly nervous to go outside to the lake in a bathing suit with all the boys, knowing they’d be looking at you.

You still couldn’t forget the way Noah’s eyes had roamed over your body, saying it might be a little too much.

That you were a little too much.

You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you braced yourself against the counter.

You didn’t do that anymore. You hadn’t done that in months. They were your friends and they’d never make you feel small or uncomfortable or-

ugly. unwanted.

You’d packed both bathing suits you own, one more risqué than the other. Both were one-pieces, easy to cover-up in, but the words you ex-boyfriend had said to you about the one that showed off your chest and had an open back lingered in your mind, reassuring you that the simple suit was the much better option.

You pull your hair back, sighing as you try to work up the nerve to go downstairs and outside.

“Hey.”

You turn, seeing Madison in the doorway. “Hey. You don’t look as awful as I thought you would.”

She shrugs, leaning up against the doorway. “I think if I went outside, I’d throw up. But other than that, I’m definitely feeling better than I was at 9 am. Cute suit.”

You look down, adjusting the strap of the blue-green clothing. “Thanks.”

“I still like the red one better though.”

“Yeah?” You ask, your teeth catching your bottom lip.

She nods. “Yeah, I like the back on it and I think the color suits you a lot more.”

“Should I change?” You ask, turning back around to look at yourself in the mirror.

She shrugs. “Up to you. I’m going back to my cave of darkness.”

You sigh, turning back towards your room to change into the other suit.

You’d packed shorts and a t-shirt to go over the suit in case you did get insecure (you knew you would) and well- no one said you had to get in the lake, right?

You groan as you pause at the doors, suddenly wanting to turn around, go back to the bedroom, slip under the covers and hide.

Because Bailey was Bailey. She had always reminded how pretty you were even when you couldn’t see it.

And Tommy was Tommy. He saw you as a little sister, someone he could goof around with and build Legos with.

And Eli could choke.

But Bradley?

It was important to you what Bradley thought of you. Especially in a bathing suit, because apparently you were twelve again, wanting the approval of the boys at the pool party.

You sigh as you slip out the French doors and out across the grass to where the group is located. Tommy’s a ways out, disappearing beneath the waves with every passing moment, brunette curls sticking his face. Bailey and Eli are stood on the edge of the shore, bickering.

And there’s Bradley, sat in a camping chair, beer in hand.

“Hey.”

He looks up at you, face squinting from the bright sun overhead. “Hey. Why aren’t you changed?”

You glance down at the t-shirt from your high school with the word S E N I O R S spelled out like the Friends logo. “Oh, I did, but I figured the lake might be cold...”

You can’t help but let your eyes roam over his body, the way his tan skin looks in the sunlight of the day. Where his once-wet curls are slowly drying, curling more than usual, especially around the nape of his neck. You can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to reach out and run your fingers through them.

“It’s not that cold, honestly.”

You nod absentmindedly, watching as Tommy swims closer to shore. You bite your lip as Tommy hoists himself up on the deck that sits out over the lake.

These were your friends, but even you weren’t blind to the fact that they were all a great-looking group of people. And they’d never make you feel small. But it was hard not to feel insecure standing next to guys and girls who got everyone they wanted, Bradley included.

“You coming back out Bradshaw?” Tommy calls. He looks up to you, pulling his sunglasses off.

“Depends. You gonna join us?”

You blow out a breath. “Yeah, I guess I could come sit for a little while.”

The two of you head down towards the dock, as you try to remind yourself that it doesn’t matter what Bradley Bradshaw thinks of you in a bathing suit. You woke up to him cuddling you the other day; how could it get any worse?

You follow him down towards the lack, the grass beneath your feet tickling slightly.

Memories of summers spent in your back yard, running through the hose with your siblings, flash through your brain. The nostalgic ache for the familiar itch of grass on your bare legs and laughter settles in your chest as you watch Bradley cannon ball into the lake with Eli.

You swallow as Bailey tugs your arm, dragging you further on to the deck. “C’mon, get in the water with me.”

“Um-” You say, eyes flickering back over to the boys, Tommy diving into the water and popping up next to Eli and Bradley. “What if they say something about-”

You cut yourself off, unable to bring yourself to say the words, but you know she understands anyways.

She raises an eyebrow, giving you an unimpressed look. “I’ll cut their dicks off if they do.”

The words punch a laugh out of you, some of your nerves going with it. You had known Bailey long enough to know that that was a threat she’d follow through on.

You shake your head, already reaching to pull your shirt off. “Okay, okay.” You pull your shorts off, walking further down the deck with Bailey by your side as the boys attention drifts to you.

It takes everything in you not to shrink back as you watch Bradley’s eyes go wide. Eli catches the moment, whispering something only him and Tommy can hear, causing Bradley to punch his shoulder before tipping his head back into the water.

Your mouth suddenly tastes sour, your self-consciousness rising through your stomach and up into your throat as you near the edge of the deck, realizing they’re all watching you.

It almost makes you want to turn around and go back into the house, but you don’t get a chance as Bailey is grabbing your hand. “On the count of three, okay?”

“Wait-”

“One.”

“No, Bailey-”

“Two.”

“I don’t want to-”

“Three!” She shouts, leaving you with no choice but to jump with her for fear of being tugged off the deck if you didn't.

The water is cold against your skin as you preemptively scrunch up your face, hoping to keep the water out of your eyes.

You gasp for breath you break the surface, hair already clinging to your back as you blink, searching for your friends.

A splash of water catches your attention, causing you to turn your head. It’s Bailey, popping up after you. “That was fun.”

“For one of us.”

She lets out a little laugh, offering you a shrug. It’s quiet for a minute as the two of you try to catch your breath before she nods towards the boys, signaling to head over to them. “Thanks for joining us on this trip.”

You nod as the two of you move towards the boys. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“We’re happy to have you here.”

A few hours later, you watch the sun begin to set in the distance, the orange hues settling across the lake in ripples. You take a deep breath as you admire the view, the distant conversation not even distracting you.

Until there’s a particularly loud splash of water.

You turn, spotting Eli swim away from Bailey as fast as he can.

Bradley floats over to you as you watch Bailey try to shove Eli under the water as she catches up to him. “Hey, your strap is all twisted.” He says, pointing to the top of your suit.

You look down, realizing it’s twisted all the way to the back. “Oh shit. Do you think you could untwist it for me? I don’t think I’ll be able to get it.”

He nods, swimming a little bit closer to reach out for your shoulder. “It’s a nice suit, by the way.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, the color looks good on you.” He says, pulling away and offering you a small smirk.

You think your cheeks are as red as the suit adorning your body.

You pad down the stairs, wet hair falling over your shoulder where the water seeps into your UVA t-shirt. Bradley’s alone in the kitchen, cooking dinner. He looks up at the noise, smiling at the sight of you. “Hey.”

“Smells good.” You say, walking further into the kitchen. He nods.

“Yeah, I wanted to do something a little bit more involved for dinner tonight since I’m pretty sure I’m the only one in our friend group who can actually cook besides Madison and she’s still hungover.”

“You want help?”

“Actually, yeah, could you help me cut the bell peppers? It would really speed things along.” You nod, taking the knife from him, even though you have no idea what the proper way way to slice a bell pepper is.

It couldn’t be that hard, right?

You stand there, examining the vegetable in your hand as you debate the best way to approach this, desperately wanting to not fuck it up.

“You know what you’re doing there?” He asks, eyebrows raised. You point the knife at him.

“Hey, I might not have the cooking skills of Madison but I think I can figure out how to cut a bell pepper.”

There’s a pause as he stares at you. “You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”

“Absolutely not.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Here, I’ll show you.” His voice is void of a condescending tone, which you appreciate.

He takes one of your hands, curling your fingers inward. “See, you always want to have your fingers curled inward, otherwise you run the risk of chopping your fingers off.” You nod as he takes the hand, setting it on the bell pepper while the other hand guides the hand the knife is in. “You’re just gonna cut the bottom and top off like this.” He says, demonstrating the movements.

His skin feels warm against yours as you desperately try not to lean into him, his chest pressed against your back. “Where’d you learn how to cook Bradshaw?”

The question is meant to be teasing but your tone ends up being more genuine as you feel him chuckle, chest vibrating. “My Mom. She always made me help her cook growing up. It was a way for us to bond. Food kind of brought us together, I guess.”

“She sounds like she’s a great woman.” You whisper, tilting your head just enough to look in his yes.

A flash of pain crosses his face, even as he returns your smile. “She was.” he says softly. “I wish you could’ve met her. She would’ve loved you.”

You swallow, realizing how close the two of you are. How vulnerable he’s being and how much you just want to reach up and-

He clears his throat, ducking his head. “Anyways, um, you just cut the inside pieces of like this and then cut it into slices.”

You nod, blinking at the sudden change in tone and body language, the wya he had rushed walking you through the second half of the process. “Alright, thanks.”

He gives you a small smile, stepping out of your space. “No problem.”

The two of you work alongside each other, the only sound coming from Bradley humming to the ABBA songs playing from the small speaker in the corner of the kitchen. As you cut the bell peppers, you think about the way Bradley hasn’t called you Sunshine since before “the great wall of Lake Shenandoah” as Bailey insisted on calling it, the way he’d made sure to keep his distance.

In an effort to keep yourself under control, you’d somehow managed to make things worse.

Yet, he’d still saved you breakfast and was teaching you how to cut bell peppers. The kindness in his eyes whenever he looked at you made your chest ache, and honestly all you wanted to do was to make things not be weird.

“Hey, do you think you could-”

“Bradley, I’m sorry I made things weird or like- awkward between us.”

He pauses from where he’s fiddling with he stove, eyes going wide. “What?”

You sigh, gaze dropping down to the knife sitting on the cutting board. “I’m sorry if my- my stupid pillow wall made things weird between us.”

He shrugs, turning back to the stove. “We’re good.”

“We’re not good. You haven’t called me Sunshine since before our walk back to the cabin yesterday after the failed hike and I don’t know- it feels a little strange.”

He huffs out a breath, keeping his back turned to you. “Fine, Sunshine, there we go, easy fix. Can you please get the sour cream and cheese from the fridge?”

You comply, setting the food on the counter before you walk over to him, standing next to him in front of the tiny stove space. “Bradley-”

He sighs, keeping his eyes trained firmly on the cooking chicken and veggies. “Sunshine, I just- The last thing I ever want to do is make you feel uncomfortable. I know it’s not any of my business, but I know Noah wasn’t-” He pauses, jabbing at the mixture in the pan. “I know Noah wasn’t good to you and the last thing I want to do to is put you in a position to feel like you have to put up with a man who makes you uncomfortable for the sake of your friends, like you did with him.”

Despite yourself, you let out a little laugh. “Bradley, what?”

“It’s not funny.”

“I mean, it is, honestly. It’s laughable because you and Noah aren’t even in the same stratosphere of human beings-” He shoots you a look, cutting off the laughter bubbling out of you. “Oh, Bradley, c’mon I’m serious. You’re actually a good person, not like him who was just born as an asshole.”

“Sunshine, I’m serious.”

You feel like you forget how to breathe with the way he’s looking at you, suddenly ignoring the cooking food.

“Okay, I-” You pause, trying to take a deep breath. “Bradley, I didn’t keep him around because of my friends.”

“Yeah? Not even after he dumped you and broke your heart?” He asks, frowning.

You bite your lip, looking down to the browning veggies. “I- Yeah, okay I did. But I- if you made me uncomfortable, especially like he did, I never would’ve agreed to come on this trip, much less share a bed with you.”

He turns the stove off wordlessly, pulling the food as he sets it to the side before turning to look you in the eye. “You promise?”

You sigh, stepping forward to rest your hands on his biceps. “I promise.”

You can hear the laughter echo from the cabin, all the way by the French doors as you slip out, Madison offering you a thumbs up and Bailey and Tommy giving you all-knowing grins.

You roll your eyes, pulling your jacket around you tighter as you lightly pad down the steps and across the grass to the fire pit where Eli and Bradley sit. You can hear the low mutter of their conversation as you approach, almost making you second-guess yourself.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?”

Both boys turn in their chairs to face you. Eli offers you a small smile, shaking his head. “Not at all Sunshine.” His voice is teasing, the nickname sounding strange coming from someone who wasn’t Bradley. “I was just headed back inside.”

You nod, taking Eli’s place next to Bradley as he passes by you, walking back towards the cabin. Bradley doesn’t say anything, just kicks his feet up to sit on the edge of the fire pit. The only sounds come from the birds above and the crackling of the fire in front of you.

“You know what I like about us?”

You hum, eyes still watching the flames dance in front of you.

“I like that no matter what, we can always sit in silence together and it not weird or awkward, it’s just comfortable. I can just be.”

You lift your head to smile at him. There’s another pause as he opens another beer from the cooler by his feet.

“Can I ask you a question?”

He nods, taking a sip of his drink. “Anything, Sunshine.”

“Why are you so fond of Eli?”

He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head at the question, and lets out a little chuckle, almost nervous. “I’m gonna tell you a story, Sunshine, and it’s not one that I tell very many people.”

You nod, keeping eye contact with him. “I’m listening.”

You almost think he whispers “I know.” under his breath before he sighs, shifting to rest his arms on his knees. “When I came to UVA, I was in a pretty dark place. I’d just-” He cuts himself off, mouth beginning to frown. “I’d just been dealing with a lot of family issues and personal stuff. Which is vague, I know. Um- to save you the pain of listening to my issues, I can sum it up with the fact that my Mom had just died, just before my senior year. I was alone and on my own and I knew it. But uhm- there was that kid on the first day of Spanish 1, my partner for the icebreakers. And I didn’t want to share or really even talk to this kid, but there was just- No matter how upset I was, he just- man Sunshine he just kept making me laugh.”

He pauses as he takes a sip of his beer. “Those are the best kinds of friendships.” You whisper.

He nods. “They are. They’re my favorite kind. But-” He says, tilting his head again in acknowledgement of his words. “I get that he’s not like that with everyone. We gelled from the very beginning and I’ve never thought twice about him. His family has welcomed me into their home and their vacations, into their lives and love. He’s always had my back, no questions asked. But he’s a dick to a lot of people and I do know that.” He takes a deep breath, shifting on his chair. “He’s a dick to you, and I know that.”

You shift on your chair, suddenly uncomfortable with the way this conversation is going. “I didn’t mean to make this about how he treats me-”

Bradley shakes his head, cutting you off. “It’s not a justification but- Eli’s family, they come from old money. And I mean like, old money. And the way he was raised- the sheer competition to be better, always better, it bleeds into who he is as an adult. He likes people who can challenge him—I think it’s why he keeps going back to Bailey despite all the bickering—but I think in all the worst ways possible, you remind him of his sister. Younger and yet somehow always better. Always destined for more.”

Your cheeks warm at his words, watching him lean back in his chair. “He’s a good person at his core. He knows when people are in need and he does his best to help them. But—and again, this isn’t to excuse or justify it—it doesn’t change the fact that you’re brilliant Sunshine. You have the whole world at your feet and we all know it. And for whatever Eli ends up doing, he knows that you will do more.”

You rub your lips together as you snap the lid on the chapstick shut. You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, your UVA sweatshirt pulled on with a pair of old sweats before flicking the light off.

You move to open the door, to head back downstairs and outside to join all your friends at the fire pit , when you hear the door down the hall open, the sound of Eli and Bradley arguing following it.

“-Bradshaw, all I’m saying is that, if you were to have feelings for her, I think you should go for it.”

You furrow your eyebrows, stepping closer to the door. You felt a bit bad, eavesdropping on their conversation, but the thought Bradley might have a crush on some girl made your stomach churn in the worst ways.

He wasn’t yours to lose and yet-

Your train of thought is cut off by the sound of Bradley groaning, his footsteps stopping at the top of the stairs. “Where the fuck is this even coming from, Eli?”

Eli’s footsteps stop and you hear him sigh. “She’s really good for you Bradley.”

“Okay?”

“I just think you’d be better off admitting that you have feelings for your Sunshine. Even just to yourself.”

Your entire body freezes.

“I don’t like her like that!” Bradley exclaims and you swear your heart stops beating for a minute.

Distantly, you realize they must think you’re outside with the group, or they’d never be having this conversation with you near.

“You’re fucking impossible Bradley, you know that? Sunshine is halfway in love with you and you won’t even entertain the possibility of it?”

“Entertain it? I don’t like her like that. She’s my friend.”

Eli snorts. “Sure, keep fucking tell yourself that Bradshaw. Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt.”

The words trigger a memory, words Bailey had said to you at the very beginning of the trip.

Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt.

Horror and embarrassment floods over you as you realize they had set you up. They’d taken your crush on Bradley and had set you up.

The whole trip had been a set up.

“It’s not denial. I honestly don’t even know if I’d classify her as my friend. I’d say she’s probably more Tommy’s friend than anything.” He says the words so casually, yet you’d been around him long enough to recognize the defensive tone hidden in his words.

Still, it makes your entire body go cold as you realized you’d been right all along.

Eli sighs, and then there’s a long pause between them as your heart beats rapidly in your chest, tears pricking at your eyes.

“Whatever Bradshaw, it’ll be your loss when she’s the one who got away.”

Bradley splutters but he follows Eli’s footsteps down the stairs.

You strain your ears for the sound of the French door shutting before you let yourself breath, mind whirring at what had just happened.

Part of you desperately wants you to believe that this hadn’t been a set-up, something done to embarrass you. That your friends wanted you here, not what they thought you could be for Bradley.

Part of you wonders if it had all been a joke, a gotcha moment while they laugh at your humiliation.

You become more horrified as you play the trip back in your head, realizing it wasn’t that Bradley hadn’t wanted to make you uncomfortable.

He didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.

You begin to feel empty as the words play on repeat in your head, realizing that without a doubt, no matter what you felt for him, Bradley Bradshaw felt nothing for you.

You hear the door to the bedroom open some hours later as you squeeze your eyes shut, clutching the comforter around you tighter as if it can protect you.

After overhearing Eli and Bradley’s conversation, you had gone back to your room, slipping under the covers as you suppressed your tears. You hadn’t want them to come back into the house and find you in the state you were in.

Eventually, the emotion had left you, just leaving you emotionally exhausted while unable to sleep.

“Sunshine?” Comes the whispered voice of Bradley as light floods the room. “You awake?”

You measure your breathing and he must buy it, because he shuts the door, slipping into the bed next to you, smelling distantly of campfire.

You resist a shudder, almost instinctively wanting to lean into the smell and roll over and cuddle him. Let him pull you close like he did that first morning. Let him run his fingers through your hair and tell your everything will be okay.

It’s quiet in the room as you beg sleep to come to you, yet it is painfully out of your reach. Your brain won’t stop replaying the words from earlier, how Bradley had said we’re just friends, but really if anything, she’s Tommy’s friend.

You hear the sheets move as Bradley shifts, rolling from his side to his back. The movement pulls you from your thoughts, forcing you to steady your breath, as you will yourself to be still. “Are you awake?” His voice is barely a whisper, not wanting to wake you if you’re asleep.You can’t be sure, but you almost think you hear his head move to face your back. You bite your lip, wanting to ignore him, but it’s his soft “Sunshine?” that makes your resolve crumble.

“Yeah.” You finally whisper back.

“You wanna go look at the stars?” He asks in the same quiet tone. You finally turn, almost rolling over on to his hand that’s splayed out on the sheets. He is looking at you, you note.

“Yeah.”

You aren’t sure what you’re doing, knowing what was said that night, but there’s some part of you that’s aching to be closer to him. To reassure yourself that you were still friends and maybe, just maybe, there was a sliver of a chance.

And that was the part that was winning out.

“Grab a jacket.” He whispers as you slip your shoes on. You slip the jacket around your shoulders, bracing yourself for the cold you know you’ll be stepping out into. You are both quiet walking down the stairs, catching sight of the lights on under both sets of doors. He gently opens the door, holding it open for you. “After you.”

You snort, stepping out into the chilly air of the night. “And they say chivalry is dead.”

“You wanna go for a walk by the lake?” He asks, shutting the door behind you.

“Yeah, sure, why not.”

The night is quiet, the stars twinkling overhead as the two of you walk.

“Orion was my favorite constellation growing up, probably because it was the only one I could recognize.”

You’re not sure why you’re sharing the information with him, knowing you originally told yourself you’d keep your distance from him.

He smiles at you. “It was one of the first ones I learned in Boy Scouts.”

“You seem the Boy Scouts type.”

He snorts. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

You shrug one of your shoulders. “It’s just a neutral thing, I think.”

He nods. “Hey, thanks for coming with us on the trip. It was fun to have you around.”

You swallow at the words, wanting to tell him he was a liar and he knew it.

Instead you shrug again. “You know me, just happy to be invited.”

“I think it’s good for me to be surrounded by good people you know? Especially before I leave in a few months.”

You hum, not trusting your voice.

Good people. He meant Tommy. Tommy and Madison. Tommy and Madison and Bailey. Tommy and Madison and Bailey and yes, even Eli.

You wouldn’t make the mistake of thinking he meant you.

“Can I admit something?” he says, voice suddenly small. It catches your attention, causing you to look up at him.

“Of course.” You whisper, stopping to watch him.

“Is it weird to admit that I’m scared?” He asks, voice a little breathless.

“Scared... of me?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows.

“No. No!″ He almost shouts, holding his hands out. “God no, never of you. I’m- It’s gonna sound so stupid.”

“It won’t.” You say firmly.

“I’m terrified of my future. I- I know I was the one who choose it but- what if I’m not good enough? What if-” He ducks his head, sucking in a breath. “What if this is it? What if this is the best I’m ever gonna get?”

The wind feels knocked from your chest as you stumble forward, reaching out for him. “Bradley.” You whisper, taking his hand. “Bradley, no.”

His shrugs, eyes watering. “I’m just scared.”

You offer him a sad smile squeezing his hand. “I think- I think it’s okay to be scared. You’re doing something scary! Going after your dreams is the most terrifying thing in the world, but if you didn’t, if you never knew, you’d always wonder what if.”

He sucks in a breath through his teeth, not meeting your eye. “Thanks Sunshine.”

“Bradley, you deserve the whole world. You are going to accomplish so much and the rest of us are just lucky to know you and your greatness. We’re all better for knowing you.”

He lets out a choked chuckle, pulling you into a hug before you can even protest. His grip is tight around you and you hesitantly reach up, wrapping your arms around his larger frame.

You frown into his jacket as you stand there, knowing in your heart that no matter how Bradley Bradshaw feels about you, you will always love him.

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Golden Hour || Ch. 1

A Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw AU [Hart of Dixie inspired]

Synopsis: Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Tropes: Love triangle, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, illusion to cheating

Chapter summary: Dr. Olive James arrives in Willow, Georgia, and Dr. Bob Floyd immediately has his feathers ruffled; Olive meets Phoenix, the neighborhood bar owner, who offers her a place to live; Bradley and Olive crash into each other together, literally.

WC: 3.5K

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Willow, Georgia. It looked exactly like you thought it would. You had spent approximately forty minutes Googling the town before booking a one-way ticket from JFK.

Everyone looked straight out of a Normal Rockwell painting. Couples walking hand-in-hand down the flower-lined street. Kids playing in the town square near a white painted gazebo. Neighbors waving at each other as they crossed paths on the sidewalk. A shop owner sticking his head out the door to chat with a customer.

You shook your head and inched the rental car down a tree-lined road off the main circle in town, double checking the GPS to make sure it was correct as you stopped the car in front of a small house on a suburban street.

This was the a doctor’s office?

The only thing that made you think it could be was the small metal sign hanging, lopsided, on a pole near the front of the house.

Dr. Robert Floyd Sr. and Dr. Bob Floyd.

You turned off the car, sitting back for a moment with the air conditioning blasting your face, closing your eyes. What were you doing here? You should be on Madison Avenue, drinking an overpriced iced latte and heading to your job at Mount Sinai.

Except that wasn’t your job anymore. Your job was inside, past the impossibly charming front door of the two-story house that apparently doubled as a physician’s office in what you could only describe as a hamlet, not a town, not a city. Not even a village. A hamlet. In the middle of Georgia. A state that, up until two hours ago, you had never stepped foot in.

A knock on the glass window to your left made you jump, eyes flying open wide. A woman with a large grin stood, pearly white teeth on full display, only a foot or so from your door.

Cautiously, you rolled down the window.

“Well hello there,” she said, too chipper for the morning. Too chipper for any time of day, in your opinion. You liked your people sulky. Salty. like a good New York bagel. LIke a good New Yorker. “I’m Macy Goodwell. Are you lost?”

You frowned. “I don’t think so? Is this the doctor’s office?”

She smiled. “Yes, it is! Are you here to see Dr. Floyd?”

You shook your head. “I’m not a patient.”

Macy cocked her head to the side. “Are you a tax collector?”

You laughed. “What? God, no. I’m a doctor.”

Her face relaxed. “Oh! You’re the new doctor. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

They had? You had accepted Dr. Robert Floyd’s job offer less than twenty-four hours before. How could people already know who you were?

She scooped her hand through the air in a welcoming manner. “Well let me show you inside.”

You rolled up the window, stepping out of the car, ankle wobbling in your stiletto on the uneven pathway in front of the house.

Macy eyed your shoes. “Bit impractical, no?”

“I wore heels on the subway,” you told her. “I think I can handle the sidewalk.”

She tutted quickly, so quickly you almost missed it. “Bless your heart,” Macy said as you followed her up the stone steps toward the house. “You really can walk in those.”

Hiking your Chanel purse higher on your shoulder, you shook out your hair, walking through the door. It was an older house, probably from the twenties, with dark wood trim running along the ceiling edges and wooden paneling in the foyer. The door led straight into a hallway that was lined with chairs, a desk at the far end. It was early, not even ten, and the desk was empty. In fact, the entire house was quiet.

Macy looked at you. “Dr. Floyd is probably already in, but they don’t open until eleven.”

“Eleven?” You tried to hide your shock. By eleven in New York you would have done rounds on patients, assisted in at least two surgeries and done your post-op charting. There was probably even time in there to pop out for an overpriced Sweetgreen salad, or a croissant at Sant Ambroeus if you really hauled ass.

She nodded. “At least, on Thursdays. Come on, let’s check in the offices. Dr. Floyd?”

Macy knocked on one solid wooden door. Inside, you heard rustling, before the door squeaked open.

A tall blond with glasses loomed in the doorway. He wore a blue button up shirt with a white doctor’s coat over it, a pair of tan trousers and cowboy boots hidden below the hem of his pants. When he looked at you, he scowled, and you felt his gaze searing over your skin and dark hair. It made you want to turn away from the intensity, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze and smile.

“Dr. Olive James,” you said, holding out one hand, bangles bashing together as you waited with the hand outstretched. “You can call me Olive or Liv.”

After a beat, he reached out and enveloped your hand in his. His fingers were long and beautiful, like a piano player’s. “Dr. Bob Floyd,” he said.

You nodded, your hand still trapped in his. Finally, Bob let his gaze slip from yours and you let your hand fall.

Macy looked between the two of you and blushed. The air was thick with tension. “I’ll be on my way then.” She nodded at you. “Dr. James. Dr. Floyd.” There was a way that she said Bob’s name. A sort of reverie. Macy scampered away and you heard the front door shut behind her, leaving you and Bob alone. He made no move to show you around.

You realized you had never even asked Macy what she did or who she was. Perhaps that was the charm of a small town. It didn't actually matter. Everyone was a friend or a neighbor or a relative. Everyone felt entitled to interaction.

You cleared your throat. “Is, um, is Dr. Floyd Sr. around?”

“My father is quite elderly,” Bob said and his voice was deep, gruff, but velvety. “He’s retired.”

You nodded. “That’s why I’m here. He hired me as his replacement.”

Bob squinted. “And what exactly are your credentials?”

Anger bubbled inside of you. He doubted your credentials? This small-town doctor who probably graduated bottom of his class was asking about your credentials. You straightened your shoulders. “Columbia medical. I did my surgical residency at Mount Sinai where I was chief resident, and I just completed a fellowship in obstetrics.”

Bob brushed past you without a response. You frowned, trailing after him as he made his way into the back behind the desk to a small kitchen at the back of the house. He poured himself a cup of coffee and then turned around. “Why the hell would you want to come here?” he demanded. “You’re a surgeon.”

You didn’t know how to tell him that New York was dead to you. Perhaps not the whole city, but there was no going back. Not when Peter had come home three nights before and ended a five-year relationship and engagement with five words.

I slept with someone else.

There was no going back. Your apartment, your perfect Upper East Side apartment, the one you had searched high and low for three years before finding, was getting packed up as you spoke. The walls you had painstakingly painted were being stripped of all of the artwork and photographs that dotted it so carefully. The kitchen where you had spent countless hours trying to learn how to properly saute green beans and how to roast a whole chicken that would make Ina Garten proud, was standing empty like a skeleton on a gurney. The bedroom that you and Peter had shared was just a shell that had once housed whimpers and soft declarations of love.

How could you tell a stranger that the largest city in the US was still too small to go back to? So you had done the only rational thing. You had fled. Somewhere far. Somewhere small where you could hide in plain sight. Somewhere he would never come looking for you. Not that you expected him to come searching. Peter Mulligan was the head of fetal surgery at Mount Sinai. He also, not so coincidentally, was your former boss. He had better things to do than to trudge through backwater Georgia looking for a woman he had once loved, but no longer did.

“I’m still a board certified surgeon,” you replied tartly. “I’m just going to be a internal medicine physician, too.” For now, you added in your head.

Bob frowned, taking a sip of black coffee. “He didn’t tell me he hired you until yesterday,” he said.

“He only hired me yesterday.”

“You’re telling me you packed up and left your life in less than a day?”

Your ears burned. You needed to change the subject. “Who thought opening at eleven was a good idea?” you asked. “How do you even conduct business?”

Bob set his cup down. “You might be the other doctor here,” he said, “but this is my practice. I know how it should be run. I know these people. They’re my friends, they’re family.”

You rolled your eyes. “What, like Olive Garden? When you’re here, you’re family.”

Bob stepped closer. You could smell him. Musky, with a light hint of mint. He was attractive, despite the fact that he hadn’t stopped scowling the entire time you’d been in the same room as him. He towered over you, even if that wasn’t his intention. “This is a small town, Dr. James,” he whispered. “It’ll do you good to remember that.”

“You can call me Olive.”

“Dr. James,” he repeated. “Molly will be in shortly. She’s the receptionist. She’ll get things set up for you.”

He turned to leave and you shot out one hand, grabbing his wrist. Bob turned to you with wide eyes. “Sorry,” you murmured, dropping his hand. “I just, do you know a good place to get a coffee around here? While I wait for Molly, that is.”

“Breakers Cafe,” he said. “Only restaurant in town.”

“You’re kidding.”

Bob shook his head, wandering back toward his office. “Like I said, Dr. James. Small town.” The sound of his wooden door shutting firmly signaled that the conversation was done.

You looked around the empty office and sighed, pulling out your phone and typing Breakers Cafe into Google maps.

Half a mile. That was ten city blocks North and South. You could do that without the car. You’d covered more ground in a pair of Jimmy Choos on an average day.

***

You regretted the decision to walk to the cafe the moment you turned down the street.

There was something about the sickly Georgia heat that made your hair puff, your skin slick with sweat, your eyes burn from the sun.

By the time you showed up at Breakers, there was sweat on your hairline and your ankles hurt. New York walking was different. Smooth sidewalks, an aggressive pace set by strangers with their elbows seemingly dug into your sides. Here, in Willow, there was no one to keep pace with. Just tangles of vines and scraggly sidewalks and overgrown lawns that dipped over the cracked brick. No yellow cabs and black Suburbans vying for lane space, honking so loud your ears might burst. Here, in Willow, it was just the sound of your heartbeat raging on in your ears as you trudged toward salvation in the form of a two-star restaurant.

Breakers Cafe, for being the only restaurant and bar in town, wasn’t much to write home about. Not that you’d be writing anyone in New York. They would all side with Peter, for God knows what reason.

A one-story structure out on the edge of town, directly across the square from the medical office, Breakers had another tilted sign out front, in Carolina blue writing. There were a dozen cars parked in the parking lot, and a slew of outdoor tables that sat empty, sweating in the sun.

You took a deep breath and pushed in the door, relishing in the feeling of air conditioning wafting over your sun-drenched skin.

By the time your eyes adjusted to the darkness after spending fifteen minutes in direct sun, you realized all eyes were on you. Literally every table with patrons had stopped talking, their eyes turned toward where you stood at the door.

“Can I help you, darlin’?” A woman, maybe thirty, around your age, stood behind the wide wooden bar on your left, wearing a pair of overalls and a thin tank top, her dark hair pulled back into a bun, face makeup free but stunning nonetheless. “You look lost.”

You stepped further inside, letting the door shut behind you, drawn to her. “I, uh, I was hoping to get a cup of coffee. Dr. Floyd said this is the spot.”

Her face lit up. “Oh you know Bob? Sure, honey, come on in. Have a seat wherever.”

You nodded, choosing a table off to one side, sitting down on the metal chair and pulling a sticky, laminated menu toward you. Everything was either deep fried or smothered in butter. No wonder they needed another doctor in town.

“What can I get you?” The brunette stood next to your table, head cocked to the side. Out from behind the bar she was even more stunning. Tall and lithe with a perfect complexion.

You smiled. “Do you make a cappuccino?”

She held back a laugh. “We have coffee and tea.”

You sighed. “Coffee. Let me guess, no oat milk?”

She smiled. “It’s half and half or cream. Where are you from?”

“New York.”

She nodded. “That explains it. Let me guess, you’re the new lady doctor we’ve been hearing about.”

“Guess so.”

She hesitated. “I’m Natasha, but people call me Phoenix.”

You held out a hand. “Olive James.”

Phoenix grinned. “Dr. James. Good to meet you. I’ll be right back with that coffee. Black, I assume?”

You nodded and Phoenix disappeared. There was a rustic charm about Breakers. From the worn wooden floor to the walls peppered with posters and framed photos of locals. It had absolutely nothing in common with The Breakers in Palm Beach, and you stuck out as bad here as someone from Willow would in Palm Beach.

Phoenix slid a cup of coffee over to you and took a seat at the table. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” You took a sip. It was hot and dark, a little bitter, but overall smooth. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

She eyed you. “How long you planning on staying?”

You were too embarrassed to admit you hadn’t thought that through. Instead, you shrugged. “Depends on a few things.”

“Well, are you renting or buying?” she asked.

Fuck. Another thing you hadn’t really thought much about. “I, uh, I’m going to stay at a hotel for a few days. Get my bearings.”

“Willow Inn,” she said. “Only place in town worth staying at.”

“Good tip, thanks,” you replied.

Phoenix leaned back against the chair, crossing her long legs. “Listen, I’m staying at my sister’s place and there’s a guest house out back if you’re interested. It needs some work. But it’s better than staying at the Inn, at least on your pocketbook.” Her gaze lingered on your Chanel flap bag on the table. “Or maybe your salary will allow it.”

You let out a breath. “Really? You don’t even know me. I could be a serial killer.”

“About time this town had something exciting happen.”

The sharp bark of a laugh that exited your mouth surprised you both.

“Here.” She pulled out a scrap of paper and jotted down a few lines. “My number and address. I’m off at six, so come by after? If Dr. Rob vouched for you at his practice, that’s as good as golden with me.”

You slipped the paper into your bag. “I’ll see you tonight after six.”

Phoenix stood up, ripping off a piece of paper from her pad and dropping it on the table. The receipt. She smiled. “Welcome to Willow.”

***

Back at the office, you stepped through the door to find the waiting room full. A cheerful blonde at the front desk greeted you. “Hi!” she said and her voice hit a sucrose register that nearly made your ears bleed. “Do you have an appointment?”

You shook your head. “No. Let me guess, you’re Molly.”

“Sure am.” She grinned. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met.”

“I’m Dr. Olive James.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Oh, Dr. James. Yes, Dr. Floyd told me to expect you. Give me five minutes and I can show you around.”

Your eyes scanned the room. “I think the tour can wait. Pretty packed in here, I can take whoever is next.”

She laughed, a thin hiccup really. You squinted at her. “Oh, honey,” Molly drawled. She couldn’t be more than twenty-four years old. “These patients aren’t here to see you. They’re here to see Dr. Floyd.”

“Does it matter?” you asked. Looking around, you raised your voice. “Hi, everyone. I know you’re all here to see Dr. Floyd, but I’m Dr. James and I would be happy to help treat you today.”

Molly opened her mouth, but a woman sitting near the window beat her to it. “We ain’t here to see you, honey. Dr. Floyd is our doctor.” There was a collective round of nods and hums.

You frowned. “I understand, but like I said, I am also a doctor, and I would love to help.”

“You can help by not making a scene in my waiting room.” Bob entered the room through a side door. He had taken off his white jacket, and his shirt was one button looser than it had been this morning. He smiled at the woman who had just spoken up. “Mrs. Whitaker. How are you, ma’am?”

She stood, patting his arm. “Just fine, dear, just fine.” She paused in the door frame and looked back at you. “She’s trying to steal your patients, Dr. Floyd.”

His face softened and he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, ma’am. Head on back, I’ll be right in.”

Mrs. Whitaker nodded, and Bob lingered in the doorway. He looked up at you.

“A word?”

You followed him down the hall, curving into the front office. It had a series of dark built-in bookshelves lining one wall, a large wooden desk in the middle. Through a pocket door you spotted an empty exam room.

“I know my father hired you,” Bob said quietly, his voice low and slow, practically rumbling from inside of him. You were struck with the sudden urge to reach out and trace over his Adam’s apple as it bobbed in his thick neck. “But you are an outsider. Don’t go stepping on my toes. You won’t like where it leads you.”

Before you could respond, he was gone.

You rushed out the door the two of you had slipped through, but instead of meeting empty air in the hallway, you crashed against something hard and soft at the same time. It wasn’t until the two of you were stumbling to the ground that you realized it was another person, their arms scrambling for purchase on you as the two of you tumbled to the floor.

“Shit!” Your voice echoed through the hallway as the definitive sounds of smacking limbs hit the wood and you grunted, as did your partner-in-crime.

You sat up, mentally calculating if there were any injuries. Everything seemed fine. As you made your way to your knees, you heard a voice over your shoulder. “You alright, ma’am?”

The voice was decidedly sexy. That’s the first thing you noticed. The second was the warm set of chocolatey eyes that met yours as you whipped around, hair getting caught in your mouth.

“Here.” He held out one impossibly large hand, visible veins running up and down his forearm, and helped you gently to your feet.

You smoothed your hands over your hair, hoping the fall hadn’t pushed everything too out of order. “Thank you,” you murmured.

He smiled, bright white teeth. There was a small set of scars along his left jawline against tanned skin, soft brown hair curling up at the edges. He went on for miles and miles and you found yourself looking up, despite your four inch heels. “I’m Bradley Bradshaw,” he said confidently. “Don’t think we’ve met before.”

Your fingers were still resting in his hand. “Dr. Olive James.”

Bradley’s eyes widened slightly. Your reputation might have preceded you. “Nice to meet you, Doctor.”

“Call me Olive,” you said.

“Olive,” he replied and your name had never sounded sweeter than it did in that moment. Down the hall, in the waiting room, someone coughed and it pulled you from your daze. Your hand slipped from Bradley’s and his eyes flickered down to where your hand landed at your side before trailing up, back to meet yours. “I, um, I have to go speak with Bob about something,” Bradley said. “But I’ll see you soon I hope?”

You grinned. “Yeah, I’m sure you will.”

Bradley bent down and collected his folder that had fallen on the ground when the two of you collided. A single piece of paper stuck out the top. You caught two words.

Partnership agreement.

Bradley righted himself and smiled. At the end of the hall, Bob Floyd opened his door and ushered Mrs. Whittaker into the waiting area. He caught sight of Bradley and waved one hand. “Bradshaw,” he called out. “I’ve got a minute between patients.”

Bradley looked at you once more, tipping his head slightly. “Duty calls. See you soon, Olive.”

You watched as Bradley sauntered over to where Bob was standing, a frown plastered on his face as he looked at you. Bradley gazed over as well, his smile a complete contrast to Bob’s displeasure. A strange sentiment gathered in the bottom of your stomach.

Willow was turning out to be a more complex place than you had originally thought.

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