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lukehughes43 · 1 year

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nye traditions - luke hughes

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a/n: happy new year everybody! first post in like, ages. so please, enjoy this wholesome lukey content because I love it and him with all my heart🫶🏼

“so you’re telling me if we don’t win today, that i don’t get my new year’s eve kiss?” the shock was evident in luke’s voice, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how worried he had gotten over something as little as the new year’s eve kiss. “that’s just cruel, y/n/n, absolutely cruel,” he then added on as he finished packing up his usa backpack through the phone screen.

shrugging your shoulders you slumped further into the white sheets of your hotel bed. “figured you could use a little more motivation, lukey, that’s all,” you answered with a sweet smile. “plus, if you wanna kiss me for the fifth year in a row you’ve got to work for it, hughes.”

his eyes rolled while he barely glanced back at his phone to see your smiling face. “if i don’t get to kiss you at midnight then i guess that means i have to kiss duker,” the captain then smiled, his blue eyes glancing towards something out of frame.

“absolutely not! you will not be kissing anybody but y/n!” dylan then screeched, his face popping into the screen to glare at you. “y/n m/n l/n, i swear to god if you’re not in our hotel room by eleven fifty tonight i’m going to hunt you down and drag you up here to kiss hughesy, because i will not be doing it.”

humming you just nodded your head softly at the two, “beat finland first and then we’ll talk.”

luke’s former roommate rolled his eyes before disappearing off screen once more. mumbling something to your boyfriend of five years as he went. “yeah, yeah that works,” he spoke, “i’ll just be a couple more minutes and then i’ll meet you down there.”

once his attention was fully back on the phone screen your smile grew even larger on your face, “hi moosey.”

“hi baby,” he mused, hand running through the curls that were beginning to fall on his forehead. “‘ve gotta head out soon, so only couple more minutes with you.”

you let out a blissful sigh while you sat back up against the headboard. “that’s okay, love. i have to start getting ready pretty soon anyway. your mom and i are leaving for lunch in an hour and i haven’t done anything to get ready yet. too busy staring at my boy.”

the red that painted the apples of the nineteen year old’s cheeks was your favorite color of the shade. “oh stop it, honey. there’s no need for flattery when you already broke my heart by saying if we don’t win i don’t get a new year’s eve kiss.” his bottom lip was jutted out just barely as his eyes met yours once more.

your e/c eyes rolled as you stared at the youngest brother who was almost never over dramatic. “lukey, honey, just worry about the game. you’ll get your kiss, i promise you.” your words instantly caused a smile to blossom on his face. “now, i’ll see you after the game, okay? i love you, good luck.”

“i love you too, y/n/n, and thank you,” he answered while reaching forward and grabbing his phone. “i’ll see you there.”

smiling you nodded, “i’ll be the one cheering the loudest in the stands.”

“bye, darling. i love you,” luke promised one final time silently waiting for you to do the same.

there wasn’t even a second of hesitation before you answered:

“i love you too, lukey.” and with that he gave you a half wave and his toothy smile before he ended the call. leaving you waiting not so patiently for four o’clock to see him dressed in his blue usa jersey.

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there was a frantic knocking on ellen’s hotel door at eleven forty-five. a confused look was shared between the two of you before you pushed yourself off the couch and slowly started making your way to investigate. “i don’t think that i know anybody that would be coming to the door this late,” ellen said while giving you a skeptical look.

“it won’t hurt to look,” you answered while already pressing your upper body against the white wood, eye peeking through the peephole. “it’s dylan?” while you didn’t intend for the statement to come out as a question, your bewilderment was hard to miss.

smiling and shaking her head, ellen got up from her spot on the couch and joined you over at the door. “somebody is clearly eager to get you with luke,” she teased as you pulled the door open to meet the michigan forward face to face.

“duker,” you sigh while leaning against the doorframe, “you said i had until eleven fifty! i don’t want to impose on the team more than i’m already going to be.”

with in seconds dylan was shaking his head to disagree with your words. “i don’t care, none of us care! i just need you to come with me. right now or luke’s going to have a fit, and if luke has a fit that means i’m going to have a fit. and if i have a fit gavin and rutger will have a fit. and then suddenly every single michigan hockey boy will be throwing a fit because mom and dad didn’t kiss at midnight on new years eve.”

after the rambling mess also known as dylan duke had subsided, you slowly turned your head to share a look with your future mother-in-law. “i, uh,-”

“well, you better get going, ‘mom,’” ellen teased with a knowing smile, “we can’t have any of our boys throwing fits because my son didn’t get his new year’s eve kiss.” a flush covered your own cheeks as you gently nodded your head to agree with her. “i’ll see you after sweetheart, next year even.”

shaking your head the smile grew on your face once more, “i’ll see you next year, ellen.” you then turned your attention to dylan and pushed yourself off the wall. “alright, duker, let’s go find my boy.”

the elevator ride up to the sixth floor where all the players were lodging, as well as celebrating the new year, probably last about two minutes, but to you it felt like a century. the first reason being because of how excited you were to see luke for more than five minutes after a game. the second reason being dylan’s head was dropped against your shoulder, eyes closed and drool just barely starting to fall from his mouth and to the ntdp sweatshirt you were wearing. when the elevator dinged you shrugged your shoulder to wake the boy up.

“am i going to the left or right, duker?” you asked while he began to rub his eyes with his right hand, and his mouth with his left.

“right, we’re all in some little like conference room thing,” he explained while pushing past you and immediately going to the right. “don’t waste another second, y/n/n, it’s almost eleven fifty-five. i know that luke is having a heart attack right now.” you silently saulted the boy as you followed behind him, thinking about how the entire usa team was about to watch you and luke have your new years eve kiss. “look how i found!” dylan yelled while the two of you broke the threshold of the conference room.

without fail, every pair of eyes had fallen on to you, but the only person you cared about was luke. your body slowly gravitated towards the six foot two curly haired boy, only to be stopped by rutger jumping up from his chair and hugging you: “mom! gavin look! mom made it!”

you hugged the boy back, eyes locking with luke’s as he began to tap on his wrist. “of course i made it, rutger, i wasn’t about to leave my boy hanging after you guys won today. we’ll catch up in a little bit, okay? right now i have to go be with my actual boyfriend.” grumbling under his breath the freshman let go of you just barely enough for you slip out of his arms and right into luke’s.

“hi honey,” he smiled down at you, right hand slipping into your left. “wanna step into the hallway for a couple minutes?” instantly you were nodding your head, already knowing that luke didn’t want to kiss you in front of everybody if he didn’t have to. not that he didn’t want to, because he gladly would, but when he hadn’t been able to spend much time alone with you he wanted to take the chances he could.

“i thought you’d never ask,” you smiled, slowly backing up towards the door you had just walked through, tugging his hand as you went. “did you guys have a nice team dinner, lu?” you asked once you were through the door and looking back at him.

he shrugged his shoulders while leaning back against the wall and pulling you in front of him, and his left hand up to his mouth to give it a gentle kiss. “as good as team dinner can be i guess. food was good, just dead from the game,” he answered, lips just barely brushing against the skin of your hand before he kissed the metal of your promise ring.

“i already kind of assumed that,” you smiled while wrapping your arms around his neck, “dylan fell asleep on my shoulder in the elevator.” luke’s mouth dropped open with a small laugh, his hands finding home on your hip and the small of your back. “he was drooling even.”

“of course he was,” luke mumbled, “i’m sorry, honey. i told him i’d go and get you, or just go down there and be with you but duker had insis-”

luke was cut off by the sound of the countdown that had began to take storm of the makeshift party room:

“ten!”

you couldn’t help the way the blush again to paint your cheeks red. even with this being the fifth year of kissing luke.

“nine!”

luke’s goofy smile was spread across his face ear from ear as he stared down at you. his lips just barely cracked from being chapped.

“eight!”

unbeknown to the both of you, dylan, gavin, and rutger were making their way to the door way.

“seven!”

“i love you.”

“six!”

“i love you too.”

“five!”

your hand just barely started to creep up towards luke’s hair, barely running through it.

“four!”

luke pulled you in closer. your body pressed completely up against his.

“three!”

“nother year with you, y/n/n.”

“two!”

“another year with you, lukey.”

“one!”

you were pulling luke down to meet you halfway, standing on your tip-toes in order to mesh your lips with his. his hand on your hip gave you a gentle squeeze, trying to help steady you, the hand on the small of your back pushing you in closer to him. all while you couldn’t help but start to smile against his lips. the kiss suddenly became clashing teeth as he couldn’t fight the smile on his face either.

“happy new year, darling,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled you into his chest to keep you wrapped in his arms.

humming you pressed a kiss against his clothed chest, “happy new year, love.”

“YES! MOM AND DAD KISSED! MOM AND DAD KISSED!”

the sound of cheering had both you and looking and turning your attention towards the doorway, dylan, gavin, and rutger’s head just peeking out one on top of the other. both gavin’s and dylan’s cheeks were flushed pink, embarrassed rutger had gotten them caught, but he could care less. he was all smiles as he stared happily at the two of you.

pulling away from luke you earned what sounded like a whimper before you slipped your hand into his to walk over to the three. “just because of this little stunt, i do believe it’s bedtime for you and gavin, rutger.”

“but mom,” gavin pouted while fully stepping into the hallway, “how are we supposed to go to sleep when you can’t even tuck us in like you do at school.”

rutger nodded his head to agree, “lukey’s been tucking us in, but he’s not good at it without you. and he doesn’t give us our forehead kisses.”

“you never asked for them!” luke interjected, trying to make sure he didn’t come off as the bad guy in this situation.

you shushed him, your attention back fully on the two freshmen you had taken in this year. “if you guys wanted your forehead kisses all you had to do was ask - but straight to bed after, deal?”

“deal!” gavin and rutger said in perfect unison.

smiling you leaned forward and pressed a kiss first to gavin’s head, as he had been the more patient of the two. “goodnight gavin, i love you. get some sleep tonight, you deserve it after that game.” he happily smiled back at you as you turned your attention to rutger. “rutger, rutger, rutger, what am i going to do with you?”

“pack me up in your suitcase when you and luke move out to new jersey?” he suggested with a sweet smile.

shaking your head you laughed, “i don’t think so buddy.” you then grabbed his cheeks and kissed his forehead. “goodnight rutger, i love you. you had a great game, great goal. i’m so proud of you.”

“did you hear that gavin? y/n said she’s proud of me!” and just like that him and gavin were making the trek towards their shared room, all while dylan shared at you longingly.

“come on duker, get over here for your forehead kiss,” you smiled, already knowing that’s why he was suddenly gloomy. dylan planted himself where rutger was previously standing right in front of you, leaning his forehead towards you for more access. laughing you leaned the rest of the way and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. “goodnight duker, i love you. you played so good today, now go and get some sleep. put some neosporin on your cuts.”

luke wrapped an arm around your waist, head dropping against your shoulder. “i’ll be in soon, dyl, just gonna walk, y/n/n back to her room first.” nodding his head duker was the last of your children to disappear back down the hallway to his hotel room leaving you and luke alone once more. he pressed a loving kiss against the side of your neck before talking, “you know, when we have kids in the future we’re gonna have the bedtime routine down because of our first three children.”

“bedtime routine, and three babysitters we won’t have to pay a single dime to after having to put up with them for the past year.”

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topguncortez · 1 year

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What to Expect | Chapter 5

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synopsis: your mother figures out your secret. Jake and Bradley have been taking turns being by your side. The toll of your pregnancy is starting to affect Bradley more than he says.

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warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, cursing, mentions of infidelity, fighting, fear.

The relationship that Tom Kazansky had with his four kids was a strong one. He got married to Sarah not long after they graduated high school. Tom wanted to make her his before he set out and joined the Navy. Sarah became pregnant with their first child Stephanie that following fall of the same year. Gia was born two years later, and after her was Dylan. Ice loved his two daughters to pieces. He spent every waking moment that he could with them. He was very hands on, teaching them how to ride a bike, playing catch in the backyard. He would even take them to the hangar every so often to see all the planes and gadgets.

After Dylan, they took a break from having kids. Ice worked on climbing the ranks becoming an admiral before his fortieth birthday. But before turning forty, Sarah had just one more surprise for him. And that surprise would turn out to be you, their last child. Ice was brought to tears as the doctor placed you in his arms. Out of all the kids, you looked the most like him. People joked that you were his twin, and they were exactly right.

Your three older siblings all followed in your fathers footsteps, and joined the Navy. Dylan was a fellow pilot like your father, earning the callsign Frost. He was currently stationed in Italy, and only came back for Christmas. Gia worked in the Law department for the Navy, working right under the JAG. And Stephanie worked as a doctor at the hospital on base. Everyone expected you to follow your fathers footsteps. You were just like him in so many ways. You had his attitude, his eye for precision, his confidence. But, you swore off the Military. You had enough of the military, growing up in it and watching your three other siblings follow into it. So when you came home one day and told your parents you were going to college to become a teacher, they actually celebrated.

Ice knew everything about you before sometimes you even knew. So he knew you were in love when you came strolling into the house after spending an entire night out. He could see that lovesick look in your eye as you sat down at the breakfast table and tried to bluff your way through the interrogation that your mother was giving you. He had been able to know when you were lying, but he never said anything about it. So Ice wanted to know who had his daughter laughing and smiling at her phone. And then, you told him about Jake.

At first, Ice was skeptical about Jake. He had seen far too many young men like him in his line of work, and didn’t want him around his youngest girl. But you assured your father that Jake was different. And Ice could see it when you brought him home for the first time. Ice watched as Jake treated you with the utmost respect, as if you were the admiral in the family. Ice could also see the lovesick look in Jake’s eye. He had seen that look before, he had seen it in the way Nick Bradshaw would look at his wife Carole, or how Maverick looked at his kawasaki. Jake Seresin was in love with you from the moment he met you.

You had moved with Jake to Lemoore after he graduated TopGun. Though, Ice thought it was somewhat absurd to move in with a guy you’ve only known for ten weeks, but he did almost the same when he had met his wife. Tom and Jake had had a conversation not long after the Uranium Mission on when Jake was going to pop the question to you. Jake had already asked for your hand in marriage months ago. So it was very confusing when Ice woke up to you calling him in the middle of the night. He had tried to make sense of all the crying but had a hard time understanding you. What he did gather was that you were breaking up with Jake and moving home.

For the past six months, you and Ice had been like peas and carrots again. The two of you would eat breakfast together every morning after working out in the home gym. The two of you sat at the kitchen table, like you were in grade school again, while Ice worked on paperwork and you worked on lesson plans. Ice loved having his little girl home again. He missed seeing your face around the house, or working on the old car out in the garage. But like before, Ice could tell if there was something wrong with you. And his dad senses were firing rapidly as he watched you poke around at your dinner.

“Are you feeling alright, Bug?” Ice asked and you looked up from your plate.

To be honest, you were fighting back the urge to gag at the sight of the chicken and rice casserole that was placed in front of you. It used to be one of the favorite dishes your mom made, but right now, you would be okay if you never ever saw it again.

“Mhm, just fine, daddy,” You nodded, giving your father a tight lipped smile. But Ice was not convinced. He narrowed his blue eyes looking at you. He noticed the vice grip you had on your fork, and the way your knee was bouncing rapidly. You gulped as you set your fork down and grabbed your glass of water. You let out a shaky breath as you took a sip, hoping it would cease the rising bile in your throat.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Sarah asked her daughter, “You look a bit green.”

You were going to nod again, when you gagged, and covered your mouth with your fist, “Can I be dismissed?”

“Yes, come on,” Sarah said, standing up from her seat rapidly, to get to you. But you moved quicker than her, pushing away from the table and ran to the closest bathroom on the floor. Sarah flinched as she heard the door slam and looked at her husband, “Can you get some ginger ale from the fridge, please?”

“Sure thing,” Ice said. He grabbed a green can from the fridge and went back down the hallway, where his wife still stood outside the bathroom door, knocking on it lightly.

“Thanks,” Sarah said, taking the can from him, “She won’t open the door. I can hear her still getting sick. How about you go and clean up the dining room, I’ll keep trying.”

“Okay,” Ice kissed the corner of his wife’s mouth before going back down towards the dining room.

Sarah waited until she heard the clank of silverware, to knock gently on the door, “Bug, it’s me. Open up.”

Sarah heard the door unlock and gently pushed the door open. She stood in the doorway and looked at you as sat on the bathroom floor, breathing slowly in and out. Your hands were still shaking and your stomach was still doing flips. The nausea patches Doctor Miller prescribed you weren’t doing shit. It seemed as though your sensitivity to smells overrode the nausea patch.

“Stomach flu?” Sarah asked. She watched as you took a moment before nodding. You were lying to her. She waited a beat before stepping into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, “What’s really going on, Bug? I know that you’re lying to me. Tell me what’s going on.” Sarah sat down across the small bathroom from you. You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall, but it was useless.

Your father had a perfect family image. He has had that image for years, going back before he was even a father, and even before he was born. The Kazanskys came from a long line of Military excellence. They did things by the book. They got married, and settled down, and had the next generation of servicemembers. They didn’t go out drinking until the black out, or got permanent ink on their bodies, or got pregnant before they were married. But here you were, about to ruin that perfect image your father has fought so hard to uphold and maintain.

“I’m sorry,” You said barely above a whisper. Sarah’s eyebrows furrowed, “I’m pregnant, mom.”

“Oh,” Was all your mother said, and a sob left your lips. Sarah didn’t think twice as she moved over to your side of the bathroom, and pulled you into her arms. Like your father, you also had an obsession with the perfect image, and Sarah knew it. She knew that you had a plan, and that you wanted to stick to that plan, come hell or high water. The break up with Jake had been the first wrench thrown, and now, an unplanned pregnancy was the next.

“I’m so sorry,” You cried.

“Shh, shh, there’s nothing to be sorry about,” Sarah said, rubbing your back, “It’ll be okay.”

“Daddy’s gonna be so mad at me,” You sobbed out and Sarah held you even tighter. There was only one man who meant everything to you, and that was your father. In all your years, you had tried your best to please him and do what he expected of you. When you didn’t go into the Navy, you knew you had to find a career that would exceed his expectations. Ice never specifically said that he had high expectations, it was just one of those things that was known and understood in the family.

“He’s not, Bug,” Sarah said, and wiped the tears from her daughter’s face, “He will not be mad at you. And if he is, he’ll have to answer to me. He might be the admiral of the Navy, but I am admiral of this house,” You laughed at your mother’s words. She smiled sadly at you, “How far along are you?”

“Fourteen weeks today,” You sniffled and grabbed your phone from the countertop. You opened your camera roll and found the picture of the sonogram. Sarah cooed as she looked at the photo.

“Oh, my first grandchild,” She said, “I bet they’ll look like Bradley.”

“Bradley?” You asked and Sarah looked up at you.

“You aren’t with Rooster? You two have been around each other a whole lot these last couple months, I just assumed.”

“No, momma,” You shook your head, “It’s actually, Jake’s. I, uh. . . . I slept with him. And we made that.”

Sarah blinked in surprise. She certainly thought something was happening between you and the Bradshaw boy. It wasn’t uncommon for Bradley to be over and hang out with you, and Sarah could see the way he looked at you. The boy looked at you like you could move heaven and earth. But she had also seen Jake look at you the same exact way. Sarah withheld her comments and squeezed her daughter’s hands.

“Well, either way, this baby is going to be loved and cherished,” Sarah smiled and you looked up at her, “I am so happy for you.”

“Even if this wasn’t what was supposed to happen? Even though Stephanie or Gia, or hell even Dylan were supposed to have kids first.”

“We both know Dylan won’t be having kids of his own for a very long time,” Sarah said and you laughed, “But yes, I am so happy for you, even if its a bit unexpected. And I know your father will be-”

“Oh no,” You said, scooting away from your mother.

“Are you going to be sick again?” Sarah asked, worry evident in her voice.

“Daddy can’t know,” You said, shaking your head and Sarah frowned, “H-He can’t. He doesn’t even know why Jake and I broke up. And if he finds out that we had-”

“Trust me, Bug, we’ve known that you and Jake have been sexual active for years,” Sarah said and your jaw dropped, “Why do you think condoms mysteriously end up in your bathroom when you’d come home for visits?”

“Okay, ew,” You shook your head, “But it’s besides that. Daddy has an image, and this,” You pointed at your stomach, “Goes against the image. He’ll want Jake and I to get married, a-and I can’t do that. It’s bad enough that I have to share a child with him.”

“He will not try to do that,” Sarah tried reasoning with you. If there was one thing Sarah had learned over the years, it is that there was no changing the mind of a Kazansky who had their mind made up already, “I won’t tell him, or pressure you. But you need to, sooner or later. I hate to tell you this, Bug, but you’ll start to show soon.”

“Jake already thinks I am,” You smiled down at your little bloated bump.

“You two alright?” Ice said, knocking on the door. You looked at your mother scared and she gave you a calming smile. She stood up from the floor and opened the door, seeing her husband looking at her with concern, “Is Y/N okay?”

“She’s fine,” Sarah said, “She got her flu shot today and it made her a little nauseated.”

“Oh no,” Ice said, looking around his wife and seeing you laying your head on your arm, resting on the closed toilet seat, “Does she need anything?”

You thought for a moment. What you really wanted was Hot Cheetos and a Slim Jim, but you thought that might raise some questions. Instead, you lifted your head slowly and looked at your dad.

“A mango ice pop,” You said and Ice smiled at you.

“Got it, Bug,” Ice said and left the doorway.

You waited a moment until you heard your dad open the garage door to go to the freezer, “I’ll be okay Momma. You can go now.”

“If you need anything, let me know, okay. I had four babies myself, I kind of know how these things go,” Sarah said and it felt like a weight off your shoulders. You nodded and Sarah came over to you and placed a kiss on your head.

You let out a sigh as she closed the door. You pushed yourself off the floor and brushed your teeth, rinsing the gross taste from your mouth. Your eyes fluttered down to your stomach, you had a hard time imagining what you would look like even a week from now. Everyday your little baby was growing, according to the facts that Jake sent you. You smiled to yourself and grabbed your phone, pulling up your text messages. Jake had told you the other day that you could text him for whatever you needed and he’d do it.

‘Y/N: baby cravings.’

You rinsed off your toothbrush and grabbed the bottle of mouthwash. A ding cut through the quiet bathroom and you looked at your phone.

‘Jake: what can I get you?’

‘Y/N: hot cheetos and slim jims’

‘Jake: those can’t be good for you?’

‘Y/N: Don’t tell me what’s not good for me.’

‘Y/N: one could argue getting pregnant is not good for me. But here we are’

You watched as the message went from ‘delivered’ to ‘read’ and as the three dots danced on the screen. You knew Jake was probably contemplating what to say back to you. You knew you were being a bit harsh towards him at times, but you blamed it on the hormones.

‘Jake: I’ll be over soon.’

— — —

Jake was exhausted. And everyone could see it as he walked into the hangar every morning. He had dark bags under his eyes and he was moving slowly. Coyote had to nudge him several times during their morning brief on the plan for the day. He had spent every night for the last couple weeks staying up with you. It felt like he was in high school again as you would sneak him after your parents went to bed, and bring him up to your room, where he would then spend anywhere from two to three hours trying to help you fall asleep. He was amazed at how you could go to bed so late at night and wake up so early in the morning. But you also told him that you go to the nurse’s office during lunch and take a nap. The caffeine withdrawals were really starting to hit you, and you hated it. Jake would leave the house before Ice got up and hoped that he didn’t catch his car in the driveway.

One of the best things to come from these past few weeks was the fact that you had another ultrasound. Jake was looking forward to the ultrasound every four weeks, circling the appointment dates on his calendar in bright red marker. He even bought a frame to highlight the growth of the baby, and put the ultrasound pictures in it. Every morning he woke up to the sight of his baby, and he loved it. You also gave your mom and Bradley copies of the ultrasound.

On top of Jake’s exhaustion, Rooster was also tired, but in a different sense. He was spending all his free time with you. Whether it was holding your hair back while you threw something up, driving all over San Diego to satisfy your cravings, or rubbing your feet. You had told Rooster that he didn’t have to do these things for you, but he insisted that he wanted to. It made him feel like he was helping you by being your running maid. But Rooster was also tired of hearing you talk about Jake. It was bad enough that Rooster had to see him every day, but going to your house and hearing you talk about him was even worse.

“Any questions?” Maverick asked, looking at his pilots. Ice was standing off to the side with Cyclone and Warlock. His blue eyes looked at the group, landing on two pilots who were fast asleep.

“Bradshaw! Seresin!” Ice yelled and the two pilots jumped, and scrambled out of their seats, “Group, dismissed. You two, stay back.”

In the past weeks, Ice had noticed a couple things about his newest instructors. One, they seemed to both have a sudden infatuation with his daughter. Though that wasn’t any different than normal, what was different was the hostility towards one another. They were constantly undermining each other in class and up in the air. Ice had seen this type of behavior before, and usually there was a girl behind it.

Ice had also noticed there was a change in his daughter. She was spending less and less time with him, bringing up Jake’s name more, and he had caught Bradley with his hand on her belly the other night while they watched a movie. Ice had also noticed the way that Jake had seemed to adapt a new teaching approach. He was calmer than usual, taking time to explain what went wrong during the hop and how to do better. Jake usually took his win in stride and told the TopGun trainee “better luck next time” and walked away with a smirk.

Jake and Bradley waited as Ice went to go talk to Maverick. Bradley looked over at Jake and rolled his eyes. He didn’t even look slightly nervous, as Bradley was shaking in his boots. Bradley thought that Jake was probably never nervous to talk to admirals and higher ranking officers. He had that sick southern charm and a million dollar smile.

“Take a picture, Bradshaw, it would last longer,” Jake said.

“This is your fault,” Bradley said.

“And how is this my fault?” Jake asked, rolling his eyes.

“If you weren’t a jackass and put a condom on, I wouldn’t have to be tending to your baby momma,” Bradley said.

“What was that, Bradshaw? My baby momma?” Jake walked over to him, “She’s mine, Buckles,” The nickname dripped venom as Jake said it and Bradley clenched his jaw, “So back off my girl, and back off my kid. Go play make believe somewhere else.”

Before Bradley could respond, the door to the classroom slammed shut. Ice’s brown dress shoes clicked across the floor as he walked to the front of the room. Jake took a step away from Bradley and looked at the admiral. Ice’s face was unreadable as he looked at the two of them.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on, and nor do I care, but it needs to end,” Ice said, crossing his arms over his chest, “I would hate for you two young officers to be written up and kicked out of the instructor program.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Jake said, and Bradley fought the urge to scoff. Ice looked at Jake and then to Bradley. He could tell that there was something that the pilot wanted to say and was biting his tongue.

“Seresin, you’re dismissed,” Ice said and Jake looked at Bradley and then nodded. Ice watched as Jake left the room before taking a step closer to Bradley.

As close as Tom and Jake were, Tom’s bond with Bradley was even stronger. After Goose’s death, Ice felt responsible for the wellbeing of the little boy. When he set up college funds for his four kids, he also made one for Bradley, and never told Carole. When Bradley found out that his tuition costs had been paid for, he was on the first flight to California to tell Ice that he was going to work and pay him back every cent. Ice simply told Bradley that he could repay him by becoming the next commander of the Pacific Fleet. Bradley promised that one day he would do exactly that.

“Now, I can deal with Y/N not telling me the truth cause she’s been doing it for years. . . but you. . . You have never lied to me,” Ice said and Bradley gulped, “What’s going on?”

“I can’t tell you, Sir. I made a promise to Y/N.”

Ice smiled at the boy. He was always her keeper, “Fine. But make nice with Seresin. I’m tired of the constant bickering and complaining.”

“Will do, Sir,” Bradley nodded.

“Your parents would be proud of you,” Ice said and pushed off the desk and walked out of the room.

Bradley took a deep breath. He hoped that he was doing something to make his parents proud. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he noticed there was a snapchat from you. He smiled as he opened it. It was of you in the teacher’s bathroom at work, cradling your very small bump. Bradley took a screenshot of the picture, then locked his phone. He had a smile on his face for the rest of the day.

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no because imagine that at first ryan's kind of skeptical about how dylan acts around the kiddos at camp because he's hella sarcastic and stuff but one day dylan's escorting some kids to the boathouse to get to ryan's sailing lessons and they're all flocked around dylan laughing and stuff as dylan's talking to them and ryan's just like... oh my god he is so good with kids and from then on out it's just straight heart eyes @ dylan

#the quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #dylan x ryan #dylan lenivy x ryan erzahler

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bonemarrowbestfriend · 2 years

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alright no one asked but here are my final opinions on the kids. obviously spoilers for the quarry ahead

jacob: super mixed feelings. idiot who ruins everything, but most realistically 18-20yo in his behavior. makes stupid mistakes because he thinks with his dick, but also openly cries and shows fear often which i appreciate. didn’t like how he tried to force emma into a relationship at all, but the “i wish i could tell you i’m sorry; i don’t know what to do” lines were deeply satisfying for me. he was also actually funny to me in a couple scenes which is more than i can say for some of the others. “hhhngng skill”

emma: liked her, then didn’t like her, then was mostly distracted by her awful dialogue and strange mouth animation, not that that’s her fault. i think i understand her to an extent from her conversations with abi—she believes her talent and therefore her value lies in being entertaining, so everything she does has to be some kind of spectacle. unfortunately, it just wasn’t the kind of spectacle i found fun to watch, i.e. flirting with someone despite not reciprocating their feelings, creating drama where it wasn’t necessary, etc

kaitlyn: easily one of my favorite characters. i don’t find her funny at all, but just as it was with emma, that’s more the writers’ fault than anything. regardless, once the lighthearted tone of the night finally dropped and shit hit the fan, i liked her character infinitely more. she’s so clever!! and i love how handy she is. honestly many of the hacketteers wouldn’t have survived if it hadn’t been for her taking the reigns when necessary. what a total badass—and i’d say a semi realistic one, who still exhibits fear and panic

ryan: love this kid. everyone in-game seems to think he’s mysterious and brooding but he’s actually mostly just awkward and shy—at least that’s how i read him. and even though i saw other people getting annoyed with him for pushing back against laura at first, i really admired his loyalty and his sticking to his personal morals until he couldn’t anymore. he helped her in the end anyway, isn’t that telling enough that he ultimately does what needs to be done? also love the headcanon that he’s autistic, i definitely see it.

dylan: right up my alley. slightly annoying smartass? check. actually quite genuine and kind? check. secret genius? fuckin check babe. hard for me to pick a favorite scene of his; i enjoyed watching him interact with the others regardless of who he was with. maybe that’s because i think his dialogue sounds the most naturally human? at least in the playthroughs i observed. i’m also a bit embarrassed to admit i actually found him pretty funny, but let me know if that’s just favoritism lol

abi: sweetheart, but pretty one-note to me. i admired her kindness towards the other characters but i spent most of her screentime feeling bad for her. i think she’s very cute and would’ve been open to seeing more from her, though i suppose i understand why she fell to the wayside a little bit. not everyone needs to be a fearless badass, i can appreciate her role of needing more protection than the others. she felt the most like a typical 18-20yo girl to me.

nick: i guess he seemed like a sweet kid before shit went south for him. obviously i enjoyed watching his behavior change from “baby deer” to “cause for concern” over the course of his transformation. his… let’s call it “food aggression” over abi was incredibly uncomfortable and delightfully creepy to me. i was glad when she pushed him away of course, i just appreciated seeing the progression. besides that i didn’t particularly care for him one way or the other.

max: not gonna lie i love this dude. i unironically find him funny, i appreciate that he wasn’t overly skeptical of laura when she was scared in the woods, and even when he snapped at her he apologized right away calmed himself down. i also liked that he was primarily the one who needed saving. his takes never missed he was always right, they should’ve just gone to the motel and leaving a voicemail is absolutely not the same as calling ahead. love u puppy boy

laura: took me a hot min but i did in fact warm up to her a bit. obviously the mess she got them into was largely avoidable, but seeing as this is a horror game, i won’t fault her for that. i can even admire her stubbornness for the sake of character depth. i also liked her intelligence and resourcefulness, and sort of enjoyed watching her grow more ruthless towards the hacketts in order to save max. corruption in the name of love is what horror is all about baby

#i am open to discuss this further also if anyone wants to defend their besties or call me lame for my faves #(crunching)#the quarry #the quarry spoilers #long post #dylan lenivy #emma mountebank #kaitlyn ka #max brinly #laura kearney #nick furcillo #abi blyg #jacob custos #ryan ezrahler

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letsgetrowdy43 · 1 year

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Can you do ““My family thinks we are dating.” With Dylan duke and or Luke Hughes? Thanks!

A gentle kind of love

Being Luke’s cousin meant that not only was she destined to be attached to his hip the moment she entered university with him, but it also meant that the entire Umich hockey team came with him. Of course, being close with the team came with its perks, having an entire team of bodyguards and overprotective father figures being one, and unconditional friendships being another

Dylan always held a soft spot in her heart, he had become her second in command the moment they were introduced, the one who would help her team up against Luke when he was in need of some humbling, and the guy she would spill her guts to while her cousin was out of tune with her emotions.

“Yes Dylan I’m going to the family skate,” she said over the phone as she sat in the back of Jim and Ellen’s car, “Luke has your wallet in his hockey bag, remember last night when you said you were gonna forget it so he took it for you” Ellen smiled as she looked through the rearview mirror to the girl who laughed over the phone as Dylan refused to hang up, stressing over the upcoming game versus his brother and Ohio state university. “Ok, k bye see you later tonight”

Jim cleared his throat as they continued on the highway, “So you and Dylans huh?” Ellen turned around in her seat to see her niece red in the face. “It’s not like that” “Are you sure, I get a call nearly every week from Luke complaining that you two are way too close” the woman mused as she left her to her thoughts

Sure Dylan and her had been close, and the lines between friends and something more had been blurred slightly, but there was no talk of romance between the two.

She sat in the back of the car spiralling as they pulled up to the stadium where the family skate and game would be held over the weekend, “Don’t forget love, we have dinner with the Dukes tonight after the skate and media stuff” Ellen smiled as she handed the girl the hockey bag full of hats, mats, and skates from the trunk.

“Come on Yn, stop whining,” Luca said as he stood behind the girl who was still very lacking in the skating department. “I look like a newborn baby deer,” she said looking down at her shaking legs, “just cause you guys practically live on the ice doesn’t mean I do too” “You’re best friends with an entire college hockey team, it just kinda seems like something that comes with the job” Rutger added as he pretended to push her over making her lose her balance and falling onto the ice, a smile on her face as Dylan extended his hand out for her to take.

“Just hold my hand I’m not gonna let you fall,” he said as they skated around the outdoor rink. “I just threw up in my mouth” Mackie whispered to Nolan. “Let him have his moment, well chirp him later”

“So you’re telling me that they aren’t together?” Dylan’s mom looked over to her son Tyler and Luke as they shook their heads, both of them clueless as to what was happening between the couple. “She was telling me in the car that they are just friends” Ellen shrugged as she finished tying up her skate, “I don’t believe it though”

The Duke and Hughes family left early from the event in order to make it to their reservation at a small restaurant not even ten minutes away. She sat in between Dylan and Luke as the two older women sat on the other side of the table, skeptically staring at the pair as they lowly talked in their own separate conversation from the rest of the group.

“Your mom is glaring at us” she whispered to him with a laugh as they looked over to Ellen and Ms. Duke who were pretending to stare at their menus “My family thinks we are dating” “Ellen asked me if we were earlier too” her cheeks flushed pink as he laughed.

Duker’s leg bounced as he stared at her flustered expression, “Im gonna ask something and don’t feel pressured at all to say yes” She nodded with a smile and turned back to face him, “Do you want to go out on a date when we get back to Ann Arbour?” He asked sweetly making a grin break out on her face “I would love that” she pecked him on the cheek as he looked away for a second

“I KNEW IT!”

#rowans100followercelly<3 #dylan duke #Dylan duke x reader #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jack hughes #umich hockey #ethan edwards #nhl #umich imagine #hockey au

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Every UMich Monday question, 2022-23

As is tradition, I have rewatched every single Monday question in a row, and I now present to you a complete list. The most interesting recurring themes this year were sleepy Mackie, Gavin being obsessed with Jaybone, Frankie having a crush on Brendan, and everyone agreeing that Seamus is a total weirdo. Instead of a full ranking this year, I've sorted them into tiers. Bonus links to non-Monday question but still gold star content appear at the end.

Tier I: Every single second an absolute delight

December 7, 2022 If you could make it rain anything, what would it be? This contains the single flirtiest interaction I have ever seen in a Monday question video, and I say this as a survivor of the Thomas Bordeleau era. It’s a crime against humanity that the video cuts just as Rutger starts to loom over Gavin after drawling suggestively about how he has a sweet tooth. Also features Luca sweetly encouraging Truss.

November 15, 2022 Who has the best bromance on the team? BEST QUESTION and Jaybone kicks it off right: “Gotta be the Fantilli brothers for sure.” Other highlights include Luke insisting that he and Duker have the best bromance despite great skepticism from his teammates (Luca: “I mean you got in a fight today.” Luke: “Ya, out of love.”) and Johnny and Luca’s joint announcement of their engagement bromance, immediately endorsed by everyone else on the team.

November 22, 2022 If you had to describe yourself or a teammate using just Thanksgiving foods, what would you say? This is an all-timer. It starts with a series of teammates describing Moyle as the thickest Thanksgiving dishes possible, and then it builds to Johnny describing Seamus as pudding (presumably because he’s soft and sweet) and then looking longingly at Luca while telling him he’s the main dish. Also an unknown staffer chips in with a very important Seamus characterization: “Seamus Casey is green bean casserole. It’s a little different, it’s okay. But you only want it once a year.”

November 2, 2022 If you were sailing around the world, what would you name your boat? Hello, 911? I’m calling to report a murder. It was Jacob Truscott in the locker room with the “I would do Granger. Because I miss my roommates Thomas and Matty so it would remind me of them.” This one also features Adam’s dumb face goggling at Rutger’s incredibly dumb answer. And we also learned that Jaybone calls Gavin “Scooter.”

April 4, 2023 Who’s the best teammate to room with on the road? They ended the season on a high note by revealing everybody's road roommates, with a heavy dose of characterization. Luke praising Truss, and then Truss getting snarky as soon as Luke turns his back. Last year’s Brendan/Dylan and Matty/Mackie roommate combos, a parent trap if ever I heard of one. Jaybone feeding Seamus chicken and rice and putting him to bed on time. Nolan and Gavin ordering Chik-Fil-A and clearly getting up to no good.

Tier II -- Screaming out loud

February 14, 2023 Who makes the best wingman? RICH with characterization. Self-deprecating Seamus vs. self-confident Gavin! (Particularly when contrasted with multiple teammates identifying Seamus as the best wingman and Adam emphatically declaring that Gavin’s the worst wingman even though literally nobody asked.) Luca and Johnny being absolutely besotted with each other, and Rutger manhandling them.

January 17, 2023 Who on the team takes the longest to get ready? Rutger trying to Facetime the Fantillis while they’re taking forever to do their hair is PURE GOLD. Also an early reference to Gavin getting the dance moves going.

March 8, 2023 What’s your favorite memory from the season, so far? Adam’s favorite memory was watching Luca score his first goal.

October 11, 2022 If you could have any zoo animal as a pet, what would it be? Wherein we learned that Phil and Keato adopted ducks last spring. “Shoutout to Moose, Chip, Waddle, Bandit, we miss you.” (Connor Earegood, you still owe us the details. We will not forget.)

October 19, 2022 If you could swap lives with a teammate for a day, who would it be and why? The origin of so many recurring motifs! Seamus being perpetually lost, Mackie lying around in bed all day, smarty Holtzy, and everybody wants to know what’s going in Mark Estapa’s head. Seamus: “I’d probably be Luca. He has a really safe moped. It’s really nice. I’d like to drive around on it.”

February 7, 2023 What is your favorite and most often used emoji? A sleeper hit, primarily due to Holtzy and Adam’s recreations of the facepalm emoji and the silly face emoji, respectively. And Eric’s dig about how Mackie would be the sleepy emoji. Gavin picking the upside down smiley face feels right, too.

Tier III -- Some classic moments

March 18, 2023 If you could fill the B1G Cup with anything, what would it be? Jacob Truscott’s finest Monday question appearance: Frenchifying Philippe LaPointe’s name and hassling Luca about ice cream flavors!

November 30, 2022 Who on the team would you NOT let tape your stick? A very important entry in Disaster Seamus canon. Doesn’t ever tape his stick. Doesn’t know how.

January 3, 2023 What’s on your 2023 bucket list? Yet another reference to Seamus being a liability on a moped. Luca wants to take a trip with the boys after the season. Steve wants to go back to back B1G champions (CHECK!) It’s a light week because the squad is off at WJC, so “Mine’s to give Dylan Duke a big ol’ hug when he gets back,” says Mackie.

September 20, 2022 If you were a cartoon character, who would you be? Great answers top to bottom, but Adam going with Mike Wazowski because “I think he has a good heart” is the most intriguing. Gavin and Luca hugging it out is also important.

September 22, 2022 What would your walk-up song be? Gavin and Luca dancing away together is the highlight of this one. The mysterious Phil/Mark/Seamus pick of Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride also intrigues.

January 12, 2023 Who would be your dream linemate? Features Luca uttering the supremely horny sentence: “My favorite D in the league right now is Quinn Hughes.” Also Moyle picking Blanks.

October 4, 2022 Who on the team would most likely survive a zombie apocalypse? Best line is from Luca: “Jacob Truscott, because he’s so cute the zombies would just want to hug him.” Seamus also points out that Mackie would survive because he’d sleep through it.

November 8, 2022 Which of your teammates would you want to narrate your life? Nolan Moyle “has a lot of stories about me,” hints Truss, darkly. TELL US MORE. Also Seamus carries two smoothies through the background. Who else did you get a smoothie for, Seamus?

Tier IV -- Merely good

March 15, 2023 Who on the team motivates you the most? Nothing too interesting except Frankie’s giant crush on Brendan Miles. Also a sweetheart answer by Luca about Adam, but that’s standard.

February 21, 2023 Give a compliment to a senior Adam with this bizarre story: “Keaton Pehrson brightens my morning every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. He comes in and he explains to us the dreams that he had that night.” And Seamus brought jokes! “Moyle keeps his house really clean.” (And adds, “You have issues @nolanmoyle” in comments, no less.)

March 30, 2023 Who on the team would build the best sandcastle? Unexceptional except for Seamus’s heart eyes about Gavin

October 26, 2022 What was your worst Halloween costume? Nothing of note except Truss citing last year’s sophomore group costume as his worst.

December 14, 2022 If you could live in any holiday movie, what would it be? Luca: “The Grinch. Whoville looks like a sick time. Whoville looks like it’d be buzzing.”

January 24, 2023 Who would you want on your team in a snowball fight? Confirms many characterizations, not much new here. Always love a reference to Moyle taking things way too far, though.

January 30, 2023 Who on the team would make the best Bachelor? Largely uneventful. Frankie has a crush on Brendan.

Bonus content!

December 7, 2022 Skating on the Diag Gavin’s first big appearance! He burst onto the scene furiously negging Luca and Rutger.

December 19, 2023 Outtakes Featuring Luca and Johnny being clueless together

January 26, 2023 Michigan’s birthday Never forget Moyle’s shorts

February 1, 2023 A Day In The Life Of Luca Fantilli The greatest content ever produced.

February 12, 2023 Super Bowl predictions from your squad Glasses Rutger and Seamus in slut shorts

#luca really is the monday question MVP

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booksandwitchery · 1 year

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List of books I’ve mentioned or reviewed on my blog

Here is the master list of books I’ve mentioned, with links to their pages. I will be keeping this list current and linked in my description.

*The ankh symbol [ ☥ ] indicates that this book is especially important to me and/or drastically changed my life

Secular/Science-Based/Skeptic-Friendly:

☥ Atheopaganism: An Earth-Honoring Path Rooted in Science by Mark Green

Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer

☥ Drawing Down the Moon by Margot Adler

☥ DIY Magic by Anthony Alvarado

How to Become a Witch by Julie Wilder

☥ Psychic Witch: A Metaphysical Guide to Meditation, Magick & Manifestation by Mat Auryn

Storytelling Alchemy by Renée Damoiselle

The Beginner Witch’s Guide to Grimoires by Julie Wilder

The Door to Witchcraft by Tonya A. Brown

The Enchanted Life: Unlocking the Magic of the Everyday by Sharon Blackie

The Witch of the Forest’s Guide to Natural Magick by Lindsay Squire

The Witch’s Guide to Manifestation by Mystic Dylan

☥ Witchcraft Therapy by Mandi Em

Wisdom, Psychology, Philosophy, Self-Growth, etc…

☥ The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz

Non-Secular:

☥ Sane Occultism by Dion Fortune

Simply Wicca: A Beginner’s Guide to the Craft of the Wise by Lisa & Anton Stewart

☥ Wicca for Beginners by Thea Sabin

#book reviews #books #bookblr #wicca #pagan #paganism #neopaganism #witchcraft #secular witchcraft #witches #witch #witch vibes #justwitchythings #goodreads #litblr #reading #pagan reading list

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“The Traveling Wilburys sit for a spell. Seated (l to r) Jeff Lyne Wilbury, George Harrison Wilbury, Tom Petty Wilbury, Roy Orbison Wilbury. Standing (l to r), George Gerrity Wilbury, Kenny Puvogel Wilbury and Clyde Bakkemo Wilbury. Not pictured is Bob Dylan Wilbury who was traveling to Philly.” - The Gavin Report, October 21, 1988 “Dylan, the most skeptical member originally, was the impetus behind ‘Vol. 3.’ Harrison recounts this phone exchange: Dylan: ‘When are we doing another Wilburys record?’ Harrison: ‘Why, do you want to?’ Dylan: ‘Yeah, don’t you?’ Harrison: ‘Yeah, I do.’ Says Harrison, ‘I think everyone, particularly Bob, was more willing to do it this time. Never having been in a band before, Bob wasn’t quite sure what the result would be on the first one. This time, we knew what to expect. Bob was keen to do this one.’” - The Concordian, November 9, 1990 “The Wilburys was fun. I think we should do some more again, because it is relatively simple. It’s not like a solo album, in which the responsibility is on you. You can hide behind each other’s backs and maybe write lyrics that you maybe wouldn’t write on your own. I thought that was fun. I like that last album we did. [...] It took six weeks to write it, record it and mix it, everything. It’s really good because you tend to get bogged down doin’ solo albums. You get used to doin’ it over and over until you lose the point. So, it’s a little rough... It’s got that more natural feeling.” - George Harrison, interview conducted by Al Aronowitz, October 1992 (x)

#George Harrison #Tom Petty #Roy Orbison #Jeff Lynne #Bob Dylan #The Traveling Wilburys #Traveling Wilburys #quote #quotes about George #quotes by George #1988 #1980s #1990 #1990s #George and Tom Petty #George and Roy Orbison #George and Jeff Lynne #George and Bob Dylan #fits queue like a glove

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Headcanons for Rylan as parents?

aww, hehe, this is cute

so, they definitely adopt. i think they do consider other options, but it just feels right to them.

they end up adopting a little boy, he's only 2 and a half, but lost his arm due to complications at birth. he's had a rough start at life and is very shy, but as soon as he sees dylan's 'robot hand' he feels a connection with them both.

after meeting him for the first time dylan breaks down in tears. he's so afraid that they'll miss out on adopting this sweet boy, but he's theirs, he can tell, that's their little boy.

dylan is so, so, so neurotic early on. ryan's got years' worth of big brother experience down. he helps dylan feel grounded and reassured. they'll make mistakes. shit will happen. but they love their kid and they'll do right by him.

ryan is absolutely the 'run to after a nightmare' parent while dylan is the 'i call out to you when i scrap my knee' parent.

dylan is the PTA and science fair parent, ryan is the bake sale and little league coach parent.

dylan is 'dada' and ryan is 'papa'. eventually that turns to 'dad' and 'pa'

absolutely spoiled rotten kid, by both dylan, ryan, and all the extended family - including the hacketters

dylan gets a tattoo of a tree going up his back - he adds a branch for himself, ryan, their first little boy, and then their daughter they adopt after their son starts middle school

they're pretty 'cool' parents for the most part, but interestingly enough dylan is the more strict of the two. he's not unkind, but he has high expectations for them and wants them to do well in life. that being said, both he and ryan always reassure their kids that the most important thing is that they're happy, safe, and healthy

family cuddles!!! dad cuddles! pa cuddles! schrodinger and schrodinger jr. cuddles! big brother cuddles! little sister cuddles! they're an openly affectionate and communicating family

they do eventually tell their kids the truth about hackett's quarry. their daughter definitely believes it. the son is a bit of a skeptic, but he respects his parents too much to really argue about it.

absolutely cries their eyes out at every minor and major milestone.

#the quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #drylan #rylan #radioheads #my stuff

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mo0nfairy · 2 years

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Yandere Dylan yandere Dylan yandere dylan

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫 & 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

♫ 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫 & 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 ⸺ 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝

˚ ✩ 📓 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🥬

( 📁 ) . . . 𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

( 📁 ) . . . 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲! 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱!

( 📁 ) . . . 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝗴! <𝟯

𝗱𝘆𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘃𝘆’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜, & 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍

polaroid one is found amongst a cork-board in the lodge

it’s articulate — the way the clouds hang above the bed of grass like bending lilies overcame by raindrops

as if the photographer knew exactly what they were doing

and as much as dylan finds it gorgeous, he only takes a mere second to admire the piece before moving on with his day

polaroid two is found hand-in-hand with the first on the cork-board, once again

and by god, the way this artist looks at the world is marvelous

it’s just as gorgeous as the previous, dylan thinks to himself, how the butterfly fits like a puzzle piece into this polaroid

but how, and why, has something as mere as a polaroid captured his attention in such a captivating manner?

this confusion runs rampant in his mind and much to his dismay, this skepticism is never brought to any fruition

in the exact same location as the previous two, polaroid three is found a week after the last

the burst of different hues, the rays of sunshine bleeding through, the angles that capture the true essence of summer

he then begins to ponder who this mystery photographer is and just how hasn’t he noticed them yet?

and better yet, why has the whole week without any new content from them… hurt?

polaroid four is just as stunning per usual as it’s found sitting with the rest

and its witchery works all the same, but there’s a sudden bolt of fear that strikes his heart when he comprehends the contents of the picture

what was this photographer that dylan has come to love doing all the way out in the wilderness by themselves?

there was the mere possibility that they weren’t alone, but for some odd reason, his stomach twists at the very idea

nonetheless, your art is astonishing as it always is, but the unfamiliar rot still sits deep within him

polaroid five is found peeking out of a backpack of one of the campers

that state of admiration somehow had manifested into a fit of paranoia, and for why, dylan can’t put a finger on a potential reason

it’s just some other flimsy polaroid, it could’ve been taken by anyone, hence why it’s in the possession of somebody else, so why should it matter to him?

it most certainly couldn’t have been taken by them… right?

but, he grasps the image in his hand, and the way so many words have been spoken in a mere image so effortlessly, dylan knew who was behind the art

the way they capture the world — it’s inspiring, it’s devastating; it’s perfect

a shrill voice cuts into the air and halts dylan’s train of thought

a young camper who was assumed to be the owner of the picture then questions him about his actions

“who took this picture?” dylan doesn’t waste a mere second to bring his questions to fulfillment

the child’s eyes light up, “oh, y/n did! they’re my family. mr. hackett put their pictures up over there to show everyone!” they answer, using a dainty finger to point towards the cork-board

y/n…

y/n y/n y/n y/n

the name felt like honey on his tongue as he spoke it softly into the air, almost as if he didn’t quite believe you were real and not just some figment of his imagination

finally, he can put a label on his sweet artist

with that vital piece of information, that brings dylan here, alone while the rest of the campers and counselors are out exploring the forest of hackett’s quarry

and using the bobby-pin technique jacob taught him, he had successfully picked the lock into cabin 7 and sauntered inside

dylan searches every nook and cranny for some trace of you as if he was in some sort of withdrawal without your perfect art

one peek into the rickety desk in the corner and he has found it: a piece of you

several letters sent to your sibling, detailing what your home life is like and the sights you’ve seen during your summer retreat

and lied messily among the pages are several polaroids, which dylan feverishly takes into his possession

polaroid six is of the beach you and your sibling commonly visit and dylan ponders how your skin reacts to the heat, how handsome you would look underneath the sunlight, how well you would fit nestled in his arms

polaroid seven is a picture of your precious kitty which you knew your sibling missed dearly and dylan ponders what kind of pets you two would get when if you moved in together and the brilliant photos you would take of them

to show off your success, polaroid eight was taken to brag to your sibling that your plant had sprouted before theirs did and dylan wonders if you’d be this competitive with him once you finally meet

polaroid nine is a mere photo of your backyard that sends dylan to the cracking conclusion that he is in love with you, a stranger whose mere art has managed to conquer his world in the most catalytic, but blissful manner

summer is inching near its end with its softer breezes and drifting leaves

and as the children are beginning to pack up to return home, dylan can’t handle the idea of never being able to meet you

11:23 AM ticks on the cuckoo clock in the lodge, x’s are crossed among the calendar until the current date, august 22nd, 2021

parents have begun to crowd into the estate to reunite with their kids after a long summer, all whilst the campers are out and about for one last hoo-rah around the quarry before it’s back to school

dylan is in charge of getting the campers back with their guardians and he taps his foot anxiously at the very idea of one of these people being you

somehow with effortless finesse, you have managed to entangle yourself with the threading of his veins, puppeteering his every move and controlling every aspect of his body

however, it’s not like he truly minded tearing himself to shreds for you

all he ever wanted was for you to burn through his facade of flesh, blood, and bones, then to see what lies underneath and still love him despite

he wants you to take his clothes off and run your fingers amongst every wound, and in your eyes, tell him: “i still love you despite it all”

he wants so badly for you to taste every haunting, disgusting thought of his and not see your face twist from utter revulsion, but instead, light up with the same admiration and overwhelming fucking infatuation he has for you

“name?” dylan asks the stranger in a apathetic tone, head too clouded up with his fantasies to truly pay attention

“y/n l/n” his heart stops in his chest, “i’m here to pick up y/s/n l/n.”

and by god, this creature before him is astonishingly and heartbreakingly beautiful

dylan is disorientated, dizzy, euphoric; he has turned into a mess of all the things that have been caused by his darling shutterbug

this poor boy tries with every fiber of his being to muster up some witty comment to snag your heart (or any words for that matter), but you’ve stunned him into such a deafening silence that the only noise that escapes is his shaky breaths and awkward stammering

however, the truth is, there is nothing for him to say, all he does is crave you and there are no words in any human language to ever express these feelings of sheer hunger

he stares at you like a deer in headlights, all while you shift uncomfortably and wait for the silence to be filled

“are you all right?” god, your voice, “y-yeah, sorry, i- um… i’m-i’m all right. uh, th-the kids, they’ll be done soon. um, you’re more than welcome to… welcome to look around while you wait, i don’t mind…” dylan has never wanted to punch himself so badly before

you chime back into the conversation, “actually, the environment around camp is stunning. would it be all right if i snapped a few pics?” you ask him, presenting him your polaroid camera

“oh, of course!” dylan responds a little too enthusiastically. “i mean- yeah, you can- you can do… that” do you see what you do to him?

you merely nod and send him a smile that practically explodes his heart to pieces, right before you escape through the doors of the lodge and leave the boy to wallow in his self-pity

after all, he said it himself: to see the beauty behind the camera, that’s all he’s ever truly wanted

and your premonitions were right, the beauty of the place between summer and fall is gorgeous, especially around hackett’s quarry

you can’t seem you take your hands off the shutter button, every inch of the woodland is magnetizing and you can’t only hope these pictures to the atmosphere justice

however, due to being so engrossed in your devotion and your poor navigation skills, you walk off trail and find yourself lost in the forest

your sibling will definitely poke fun at you for this, they always had a knack for teasing and taunting you for the little things

a soft smile forms on your face at the thought; you have missed them dearly and can only imagine the types of jokes and stories they’ll have for you as you saunter your way through the never-ending woods

crunch! the noise fills the air, you gasp and turn your head to the sound

you prepare for an ax murderer to welcome you to your inevitable demise, only to see a bunny hop out from behind a tree stump

concealing the urge to squeal at the utter cuteness, you bend down and point your camera to the subject, snapping a quick picture

you then begin apologizing profusely to the bunny as it scurries away from the bright flash of your camera

how pretty, you think, as you look to the woodland before you to see the sun peak through the expanse of tree branches

another flash of white permeates the area for a mere second, watching intently as the polaroid begins to fade into the hues of green you were going to miss once september arrives

thump! thump! thump! thump! thump!

you're not given a second to react to the sudden acceleration of hastening footsteps from behind you before you've tackled to the ground

your beloved camera shatters from the force and all the photos you’ve kept stashed in your pocket fly into the air before you

fear surges through you like some form of drug, as you begin to beat and strike against your assailant

you're weeping as you use all the strength within your body to punch your attacker, all while they give you words of solace as they try to restrain you in the kindest way possible

they manage to grasp hold of your wrists and pin them beside your face, letting you get a clear image of the assailant

those wide brown eyes, sleek facial structure, and tall frame: this was no other than the cute boy from the front desk

you and dylan are so close to one another and you could practically taste the pulsating craving in his breath

he wants you so bad; he needs you so, so bad the sheer feeling alone could just about kill him

and by some brush of luck, those past thoughts of paranoia and insecurities of his have manifested into this undying desire for you

without a blink of a second, his hands have grasped your head and his lips are on yours in a hysteric frenzy

you paw at him in an attempt to get your aggressor off of you, but your efforts were futile as his lips remain locked upon yours

it’s a mess of saliva and hushed moans against your lips, all while his heart races with enough force to shatter through his ribs and flesh, to where he would place the organ into your hands

right where it belongs

polaroid ten blows in away in the wind, an eternal mark of your everlasting mistake.

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part 4.

part 5

a/n: i'm gonna be honest, i've been thinking about this part for like a week. i kinda love hate this, i swear it'll get better now. reader has very strong feelings about relationships... also thinking about writing andre's perspective sometimes.

reader x andre anderson

cw: (i mean you’ve watched the show so) fluff to angst, toxic ex's,

word count: 1,360

It was Friday afternoon, you kicked your feet under the picnic table. Andre’s jacket on your lap as you read a book for Hero Ethics. It was quiet, your earbuds providing serenity alongside the sunny weather. A shadow loomed over you and you smiled quickly. You took out your earbuds and looked up. Only for your smile to drop and you sighed.

“Oh c’mon, Cupid,” that nickname in his mouth made you want to throw up.

“Jackass,” you squinted up at him.

Dylan, just Dylan. That’s all he was to you, the fucker who pushed you too far. Bile rose up to the back of your throat. He laughed, that fake dryyyy laugh.

“C’mon,” he said, shutting your book without a single finger.

“Stop,” you said, shrinking into yourself. It was a bad habit, but you couldn’t help yourself. Your fingers trembled in your lap, you felt so helpless. When he dipped his head closer to you, your knuckles went white. His eyes closed, and you stared up at him.

He snapped his eyes open, and tears fell down his face. His lower lip trembled, and he covered his mouth. He backed away from you, his voice shaky.

“You bitch,” he said, and took another step back. His fingers trembled, “f-fuck.” Then he ran off, and you grinned widely. It satisfied you to make such a fragile man cry, one that hated the tears.

“Do I even know what that was about?” Andre asked from behind you. You looked over your shoulder, and your smile only became bigger. He was giving you a skeptical look.

“Just a dick,” you shrugged, “I know a lot of them.”

The corners of his lips turned up, you had no idea why he was smiling. He hummed. “Hope I’m not one of them,” he sat next to you. Yep, definitely his woody cologne mixed with weed. “No,” you said, “not yet.”

His eyes dropped to your hands, and the upper right corner of his lip curled upwards. He opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him.

“I think you gave this to me on Saturday,” you showed him the (expensive) leather jacket. You still didn’t remember that night. He eyed it and looked back at you.

“Try it on,” he said, leaning into his palm.

“What?” you asked.

“Try it on,” he said again, a playful look in his eyes.

“Okay,” you said and did. It was big on you, his broad shoulders and muscles filled it out. You looked at him expectantly.

“Keep it,” he grinned, “looks good on you,” and grabbed the book you were reading. You blinked rapidly as he flipped through your annotations. He was right, you looked good in anything, but what? “Jesus fucking christ. You actually read all this shit?” he asked.

“Yeah, and that’s how you get a good GPA,” you said, “should I spell it out for you just in case? G-P–” you said the letters out loud again. He gave you a dumbfounded look and you stopped abruptly. You laughed behind the back of your hand and he shook his head.

“So, if you’re gonna expect me to read this,” he waved the book in his hand, “No offense. I don’t think that’s gonna work.”

“Oh god no,” you said. “I have something else for you, did you want something with pictures though?” you couldn’t help but grin. You looked through your tote bag.

“Okay, now you’re being a dick,” he said.

You passed him a pink folder, which read Andre in pink on the spine. His brows shot up as he took it from your hand. You watched him flip through pages, his tongue sticking out slightly as he read. You ran your fingers over the cuff of the sleeve, realizing the jacket was incredibly stylish and comfortable. A part of you didn’t want to clean it anymore, worried about losing his scent from it. You put a cool hand over your hot face. Why were you caring so much? It was just a jacket. Your heart slammed against your ribs, oh fuck me, you thought.

You watched him, his eyebrows furrowed as he read your work. He let out a soft laugh between paragraphs where you had doodled or written a cheesy note. Your stomach made flips, you liked making him laugh.

He looked back at you. “You wrote all of this? This is…” he flipped through the pages again, this time more delicate with each turn.

“The whole semester's worth of notes, we’re not even halfway through. Thought I might as well just give it all to you. So you’re all caught up, whenever,” you said, looking at your chipped nails. You had to get them done again.

“You’re crazy,” he said and you raised a brow. “I mean, how much time did you have?”

“Too much, but in return, it kinda helps me. Now I know what to expect,” you shrugged.

He hummed, and he shook his head in disbelief. Then his shoulders dropped, and your heart sunk.

“What? What is it?” you asked.

“Nothing uh,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I was gonna use the tutoring as an excuse to keep seeing you more,” he said. Your lips parted and you were ridden with guilt.

“Oh fuck,” you scoffed, “fuck my bad. I…” you didn’t know what to say, not wanting to meet his eyes. Oh how fucking stupid you were, duh, Andre Anderson at this point could ask anyone to do his homework. He could probably pay a shapeshifter to go take a test for him.

He did laugh though, your turmoil amusing to him. “It’s not funny,” you hit his shoulder lightly. His head dropped and he tried to hide his smile. “I feel so dumb,” you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

“Don’t, I mean I’m kinda surprised I had to tell you,” Andre said.

The breeze filled you with an air of confidence all of a sudden. You looked at him, he seemed uneasy. That’s when you realized, he’d barely touched you this whole time. There was the hip thing, and then two days ago, he’d gently held your wounded hands. Even when you’ve hung out with him in public or private, he keeps a safe distance. He didn’t want to scare you off or overwhelm you. You thought at least.

“So you want more than friendship,” you swallowed the lump in your throat.

He was quiet for a minute. He dragged his hand over his face, looking at anything but you. Your heart was pounding against your chest. When he’d made up his mind he looked at you.

“I’m okay with friends, honestly. I mean I’m a friendly guy,” he said with a toothy smile, “but with you… I like you.”

This was familiar territory, setting up a safe space just to trap you in it.

“Okay,” you said.

His head tilted slightly as he pressed his lips together. He looked adorably confused.

“Okay?” he questioned.

“Okay,” you said.

“Okay, as in… okay we can start seeing each other or?” he asked hopefully.

“Okay as in, I hear you, but no,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “I just want to be friends Andre,” you said.

He licked his teeth and dragged his hand over his face. A pit formed in your stomach while you ran circles over your hand.

“Okay wow,” he said, “I did not see that coming honestly.”

“Andre I–” your phone buzzed, and you cursed under your breath. “I’m sorry it’s my mom. She’s gonna fucking lose it if I don’t answer,” you got up. He looked at you like you’d just kicked his puppy. “See you around?” you asked, unsure if you could even say that.

“Yeah,” he said, drumming his hands over your folder.

You walked off, letting the phone ring on silent. You found the nearest bathroom and rushed in. Tears welled up in your eyes, as you found an empty stall. Hot tears fell down your face as you covered your mouth. Muffling the ugly sobs. Your chest hurt so much, you wanted to curl up into a ball and die.

#andre anderson x reader #gen v x reader #andre anderson #gen v

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