#they run this blog for free and for fun. not to be yelled at or to be parasocially poked at. Be Niceys.

[haveyoueatenthis]

I'm sorry, I need to say this, but you guys need to think over your responses a few times before you send them. It's easy to tell that a lot of the asks/replies/reblogs we get are impulsive, because they're either way too aggressive ("kys" is never appropriate to say, let alone to strangers), they're overly familiar (you do not know us. please do not call us "baby"), they're already answered by the pinned post, or they're pretentious/judgemental/entitled.

So please, just think before you send. Think about how people might feel upon reading your words. That's all, thank you.

#I'm very tired of having to block/remove/delete things for the main Mods mental well being. you guys can be very cruel. and very weird. #they run this blog for free and for fun. not to be yelled at or to be parasocially poked at. Be Niceys. #mod s #suicide cw -

[sleep-0-deprived]

Step dad Toji . F x bottom male reader

Female aligned Dni 18+ only content below, all ageless blogs will be blocked and I hope you all enjoy ;}

Warning daddy kink, breeding kink, overstimulation if you squint, sub/dom dynamic,age gap the reader is over 18 but you can choose the exact age

Today was a perfectly normal day beside the fact that I am being forced to have dinner with my moms new husband, “honey come down stairs” I heard my mom yell “be right their” I responded while hurriedly putting some body spray and deodorant on “honey I want you to meet your new step dad Toji” mom said pointing to a tall muscular man in a tight black shirt “nice to meet you, I’ve heard great things about you” toji spoke with a grin looking the other male up and down “I bet” I said feeling disinterest in the whole situation. I follow mom and my new step dad into the kitchen, sitting down at the table while mom walks off into the kitchen to start dinner “so what do you like to do in your free time?” Toji ask me “nothing much mainly f/h” I said while being blunt “oh that seems fun” Toji said grinning at me “it is” just as I said that my mom walked through the dinning room doors “dinner is ready” she said smiling I just want to get this over with and get back to my room but I can’t deny that Toji looks good I thought as I ate my food while listening to my mom make small talk with me. Finally dinner was over and I go to my room and lay on my bed while scrolling through my phone for a little while or so I thought I look over at the clock seeing the time “it’s already 11:00” I say shocked at how long it’s been, well I guess it’s going to be a late night shower tonight I think while walking into my bathroom “god it’s cold in here” I whisper while turning the shower on and letting it get hot. I slowly take my clothes off and look at myself in the foggy mirror before I get into the hot shower “this feels nice” I grumble as I let the water run down my back “I bet” I heard Toji say “what are you doing in here?” I feel my heart start beating faster and faster “just enjoying the show baby” the man said while licking his scar “what aren’t you supposed to be with mom right now” I gasp out while seeing him start taking his clothes off “well she fell asleep and I thought I could use a shower” he spoke while getting in the shower with me “and just what are you planning?” I say trying to pretend I don’t like this “I’m getting a shower” the larger man spoke teasing me. Toji took his large hands and ran them over my body only stopping at my thighs “god your so fucking pretty, you have no idea how much I wanted to bend you over the table and fuck you at dinner, especially when you were being bratty” the older man groaned while lifting me up with ease and pushing me against the shower walls “ahh~” I groaned as I felt the pleasure of Toji sucking my nipples until they become red and puffy

“just like that~” I moaned wanting more “your so desperate already and for your step dad, what a sick little boy you are” Toji spoke while I tried to grind myself onto him but to no avail Toji gripped my hips tightly and held them in place while not letting me move “god your so fucking desperate like a damn whore” he degraded me while rapping one hand around my head and passionately kissing me, only leaving bite marks and bruises on my body while he takes the hand from around my waist and starts stroking my dick “hahh~” I yelp out in pleasure “your so naughty, letting your step dad give you a handjob in the shower? Oh what would your mom think of you if she knew you wanted your step dad” Toji whispered in my ear while nibbling on my neck “I know it’s wrong but it all feels so damn good” I think, feeling my thoughts cloud over with Haley bliss “I’m so close toji~” I moan out while bucking my hip into his hands “since I’m your step dad you better start calling me daddy” The much older man said with a demanding voice while speeding up his pace and stroking my dick faster than before with more pressure behind it “I’m gonna cum~” I scream out while thick white strings of my semen shoot on toji’s chest and stomach but quickly getting washed off by the now cold water “how about we continue this in your room since the water is cold now?” Toji grunted out “yes please” I spoke with a broken voice. Without hesitating Toji swiftly turned the shower off and carried me to my bed

Toji soon laid me down onto my bed and snapped me out of my trance “face down ass up baby” Toji shot me his signature grin while licking his scar, I waist no time in rolling on my stomach and I soon feel on finger coated in saliva prod into my hole “god your so tight, are yo a virgin?”he asks me “yes” I whispered, my face feeling flush with embarrassment “oh well I guess I’m lucky aren’t I?” And before I could say anything he swiftly shoved two mor fingers in “hahh~” I scream at the three large fingers fucking into my virgin hole. soon I become used to the feeling and it soon turning into pleasure “right there~” I groan feeling Toji hit my prostate “looks like I found it” toji grunted while pulling his fingers out and earning a needy whine from me “don’t worry I’ll be filling that pretty little hole of yours very soon with something better” before I could speak Toji bottomed out “ngh~” I scream in pain “don’t worry it will all turn into pleasure soon baby” Toji grunted out while starting to move his hips and slowly thrusting into me “yes please right there~” I groaned out as Toji nailed into my prostate “damn your such a fucking slut I’ve just started and your already cock drunk” Toji said in a stern voice while snapping his hips har against mine “yes please I’m your slut daddy~” I moaned in my pillows and gripping my sheets while he railed me from behind “your taking daddy’s cock so well, I just my have to turn you into my personal cock sleeve~” Toji groaned out “yes please turn me in to your cock sleeve daddy~” I moan out as Toji pounds into me, nailing my prostate head on with every thrust “ahh~” I scream out as Toji starts stroking my dick in rhythm to his thrusts almost like he is milking me dry “hahh I’m soo close daddy~” I scream “I’m close too baby boy just hold out a little longer~” Toji groans out with his thrusts becoming faster and harder, fucking me so hard all I see is stars “I’m gonna cu~” before the moans left my lips I came all over my sheets and my cum pumps onto them with a few more thrusts Toji cums inside me, letting his hot seed fill me up. Soon I collapse on my bed “what are you doing I’m no where near done yet it’s only 12:50 I’m no where near done breeding that hole of yours yet pretty boy” Toji groans as he flips me on my back and shoved his dick back into my burning hole and starts thrusting again “oh god faasterr~” I moaned out as my dick started to get hard again “such a fucking slut aren’t you baby?” Toji asks as he rams into me over and over again hitting my prostate head on every time “yes yes I’m your slut daddy please fill me with your cum~” I beg the older man as he continues to relentlessly pound my burning hole “I’m close please~” I moaned out while feeling my third orgasm approach “I’m almost there too just hold on baby~” Toji grunted out as he picked the pace up and started fucking me at an inhuman pace, gripping my hips hard enough for bruises and rearranging my guts “I’m cumming~” I shout as my cum shot on toji’s muscular chest “I’m going to breed your hole so full of my cum that you’ll be filled for a week~” Toji groaned with a final thrust, letting his cum fill me up for the second time tonight.

#x male reader #sub male reader #x male reader smut #bottom male reader #jjk smut #jjk x male reader #toji fushiguro x male reader #toji x male reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro

[sorrowsofsilence]

Nightmares • Sebastian

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!reader (oneshot)

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut 18+ (fem!fingering, male!receiving, explicit language)

Prompt: You wake up from a nightmare, and your friend Noah finds a way to keep it off your mind.

Authors note: I know this prompt was requested a while ago, but I finally got it out hehehHEHEHE

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @th4t-em0-k1d @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies @spicywhenspeaking @gretaswhore28 @veronicaphoenix @lma1986 @calleyx13 @somewhere-diamond @talialovesmiw @auratheopossumwitch @blackveilomens @skulliecadaver-blog @silentglassbreak @darkmxgician

(some tags are from older one shots, so if you want on or off the tag list pls let me know! :3)

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! <3

“I don’t want anything to do with you ever again.” He seethed through his tongue, piercing me with his harsh words.

“But-“ you whispered, barely able to make a sound as your stomach clenched with complete heartbreak.

You never should have admitted your feelings for your best friend.

Noah’s glare was grim as he pointed a finger into your chest, disgust radiating off of his tone, “I would never love someone like you.”

His words dug into your soul, breaking you from the inside out as if you were a worthless, disposable vase, shattering into unfixable pieces.

“Y/N,” he yelled, face inches from yours with a snarl evident on his face as he bore hatred into you.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N!”

Your eyes opened as you gasped, your body flying upward as you sat on the couch, chest heaving heavily.

Wet tear-stained cheeks left you gathering your bearings, before making eye contact with a concerned brunette, his auburn orbs furrowed with distress.

You coughed and choked on your saliva, breathing with intensity as you sobbed loudly, pulling the thin fuzzy blanket up to your throat in an attempt to comfort yourself.

With legs draped over Noah’s lap, the two of you were placed on the couch. Looking around the room in confusion as the blue light from the tv danced across the darkened room, you watched it illuminating Noah’s worry. The sound of the movie that you were long-gone from paying attention to, was muffled within your ears as they rang with anxiety, unable to focus on what just happened.

Right, you were watching a movie with him; but must’ve fallen asleep.

It was just a nightmare- but it felt so real.

Noah’s calloused hand reached out to you, his slender fingers delicate as he rested them on your leg, ghosting over the exposed skin from your shorts.

“Y/N,” Noah’s voice cracked with fret, “what happened?”

You sniffed as you wiped your eyes with your sleeve, shaking your head, “n-nothing, I just had a bad dream.”

Sucking in a hyperventilating breath, you sighed and Noah opened his arms, inviting you into his space.

You hesitated for a moment, something that he noticed, before he reached over to grab your shoulders and pulled you into him anyway.

You relaxed slightly once safe in his familiar arms, pressed against his chest. Your face nuzzled into his black sharingan hoodie, his cologne faint as it mixed with the smell of tide from his laundry. The fabric was soft against your s/c skin, and Noah’s fingers began cradling your head, running across your scalp and through your strands in a soothing motion.

His free hand rubbed up your back as you rocked gently, “did you want to talk about it?”

“uh, n-no.” You hiccuped.

Your heart pounded at the thought of telling him what happened in the dream. He couldn’t know it was about him rejecting you, saying he would never love you.

The two of you had only been friends for a couple of years, meeting at a record label party. You were talking to Matt about sound mixing and Noah had overheard; and you’ve been inseparable since.

You never intended to fall in love with him. Of course you’ve always found him handsome, but there wasn’t ever an initial crush. However as you got to know him, his humour and personality sucked you in, leaving you completely whipped; and lost.

It was easier to believe he would never feel the same, because you were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

Noah sucked in a breath, “are you sure? I’m pretty worried about you right now, not gonna lie.”

Shrugging, you squeezed onto his body and clung to him. Noah’s small circles on your back delved lower and lower before sliding underneath your crew neck, inviting himself to trail his nails along the bare skin of your back. He traced rhythmic patterns, leaving the skin goose-bumping and tingling.

He always did that when you were anxious.

“One second you were quietly sleeping, the next you were thrashing and crying.” He whispered, resting his cheek on your head. He was genuinely worried, and you knew he cared about you; despite the harsh words that came from the dream.

You exhaled heavily, easing into his touch, “It’s okay, it was just awful… I don’t want to talk about it.”

Noah hummed, agreeing warily. You twisted your body so you were resting your back against his chest and snuggling into his arm that wrapped around you, before turning your attention back to the movie. His hand still rested along the skin beneath the sweater, holding onto your side.

You had no clue what was going on in the movie, but the two main characters on screen were heavily kissing, and beginning to strip. You and Noah watched in silence, ignoring the awkward tension that began to build as you held each other to the sex scene unfolding ahead.

With puffy eyes you wiped your cheeks again and began focusing on breathing, worried he’d notice the way it hitched as the characters loved each other. Your mind raced as it replayed the nightmare over and over again.

Noah’s torso stiffen, his hand on your side hesitating for a moment, before circling the skin again. He ran his hand across your stomach, soothingly.

You pretended to be focused on the movie, and so did Noah, but knew his attention shifted once his fingers tailed further down, the tips treading dangerously close to the hem of your shorts.

He dipped his fingers just between the waistband, running them across your abdomen, the skin tingling at the sensation.

Sucking in a shaky breath as he pushed his hand down further, touching the top of your underwear; you felt your stomach churn in anticipation.

“What are you doing?” You asked nervously, confused at his actions. Noah’s always been touchy with you, whether it was playing with your hair, holding and hugging you, or tickling your skin; but this was something different- something blurring the line between friendship and more.

His chest vibrated as he spoke, a sultry touch added to his tone, “Maybe, if you’re comfortable,” his fingers continued to slide further down, now between your underwear, “you need a little distraction?”

Your heartbeat quickened at his words, a mix of confusion and excitement washing over you. Noah’s fingers lingered for a moment, waiting for an answer.

“What do you mean?” You whispered and felt him smile as his chin rested on the top of your head.

“I can tell you’re overthinking,” He said gently, “so, let me give you something else to focus on?”

The muscles of your thighs clenched at his words as lust washed through you. Of course, you’ve thought about Noah’s inked fingers; there have been many times you imagined your own were his during nights fated to lustful thoughts.

As the room felt smaller and smaller, your mind began to wander to dirty images of succumbing to Noah, the nightmare beginning to wash away.

Nodding slowly you questioned him, “like?”

A breath caught in your throat once his fingers dipped against your sensitive skin, pressing small circles with the pads of his middle and ring fingers.

“This,” his voice hoarse and hungry.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as Noah’s fingers slid between your folds, the slick arousal coating his fingers as he teased your entrance.

“You’re soaked, and I’ve barely done anything,” he chuckled, and your face flushed from embarrassment. Everything about him turned you on, and now he knew.

You hummed, too nervous to make a sound as his fingers sank into you. With your head tilted back to rest it onto his shoulder, you closed your eyes, afraid to look at Noah who was peering down.

Noah’s free hand ran up underneath your shirt, passing your chest before stopping at the nape of your neck.

“You’re allowed to moan,” He chuckled, his fingers curling.

Laughing lowly, your hips beginning to rut towards his touch, “Well then, I’m going to need you to make me.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Eyes fluttered open to his, a sly smile playing on his lips.

Noah’s dark eyes flickered to his hand that pleasured you, watching how you pushed and pulled from his touch, his mouth agape, almost moaning himself. His repetitive motion left you crumbling, body close to release.

His fingers continuously curled towards your pleasure, his thumb pressed against your clit as he skillfully gave you everything he had. His free hand slid from the base of your neck, grabbing hold of your chest, squeezing.

Noah’s fingers slid up, the pads rubbing along aggressively, stimulating every desire you have ever had. At that moment a moan escaped your throat and he smiled widely, encouraging him to go even faster.

“There you go,” He groaned in contentment and you felt him harden below. Your fingers gripped his thigh, nails digging into his skin as eyelids lowered in rapture, stimulating that you were seconds away from release.

“Oh fuck,” you cried as you came, your other hand gripping Noah’s that held you from above your shirt, squeezing as your abdomen clenched. Legs began closing around his hand as Noah worked out your orgasm, refusing to stop until you pushed him away.

With heavy pants you sat up, turning to face Noah who smiled, taking his fingers into his mouth and licking your release off of them. The tension between you two grew stronger as his hand then slid to the top of his cotton shorts, palming his erection that pushed tauntingly against the fabric.

You watched hungrily, mind no longer thinking about the nightmare from minutes before; but instead wanted to see how far he’d be willing to go- just this once.

“I think I need more of a distraction,” you said delicately, adrenaline taking your racing heart. Without a second thought, you then straddled Noah on the couch, grinding into him as his fingers gripped your hips.

Your body began aching for Noah’s touch again, craving him as his auburn eyes flicked between your own and your lips. You leaned down as his hands travelled up your body, gripping your face as he broke the distance and kissed you desperately. You couldn’t help it as your stomach grew butterflies, his soft lips devouring your own in a hungry kiss, lips open as his tongues pushed against each others.

A guttural groan escaped Noah as he kissed you deeper, the beat of his heart vibrating against his chest in excitement. His hands glided down to follow every curve of your body, pushing and pulling against the skin with need. His hands landed on either side of your hips once again before gripping your ass, pushing you into his arousal, frantic for friction.

“I bet I can make you come without even touching you,” you teased and spoke into his lips, rutting back and forth along his covered length.

Noah chuckled darkly, “I guarantee you could,” his breath quickened, “but I’ve dreamed about your lips wrapped around my cock too many times to let that happen the first time.”

Pausing for a moment, you stared down at him, almost shocked at his words. His smile was radiant as he brought you into another haste kiss, feeling giddy as you two melded into one.

Dream, about you?

“Really?” You whispered, barely audible. You shoved the surprise to the back of your brain, kissing him eagerly one more time before sliding off his lap and onto the floor. Positioning yourself between his legs, you then gripped the hem of his shorts as he watched every move, analyzing each touch.

“I need you Y/N,” he replied as you pulled his shorts down, his arousal breaking free and standing hard against his stomach. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as you gripped him, beginning to stroke up and down.

Noah ardently pushed into your hand and watched with furrowed brows. You then slowly licked a strip up his length before taking him into your mouth fully.

Swirling your tongue along the tip, you then began sliding down, lapping and sucking. Listening to his moans left your knees weak, barely supporting yourself below, succumbing to his need.

Noah’s fingers tangled in your hair as he held it out of your face, admiring you worshiping him. His head fell back in pleasure as you took your free hand to stroke what was free at the base, rubbing his skin firmly but in a delicate manner.

“Jesus fucking Christ Y/N,” his groan deep and lewd, the sensation of your mouth wrapped around him leaving Noah crumbling to the touch.

You wanted to take an orgasm from him, but weren’t sure whether you wanted him coating the back of your throat, or breeding your insides.

“So,” you licked up Noah again before pulling back, stroking him with a hand as you spoke, “do you want to come in my mouth…”

You trailed off, before looking up at him devilishly through your lashes, “or inside of me?”

Noah’s slanted-slutty grin and lidded eyes told you everything, but his words reassured you completely, erasing any signs of doubt you had from the nightmare.

“I’ve always wanted to make every inch of you mine.”

#bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens cult #bad omens band #noah sebastian davis #metalcore #Noah Sebastian smut #bad omens smut #smut #nightmare #bad omens fic #smut oneshot #best friends smut

[emo-trash88]

Hello hello my darling!! (/P)

How are you,good? I hope you are!

I was scrolling through for some hazbin-writing blogs and saw that you were,but didn't have any works yet!

"preposterous!" I told myself! "Such a charming blog without any writing? Allow me!"

And here I am! Nina or Weewoo,you may call me!

Now that my big flamboyant intro is done (i do this all the time for my fun,don't mind it-),May you indulge me in some nice platonic headcanons? (If you do those! If not,a single oneshot would be swell!!)

You see,the self-proclaimed platonic asker is thirsty for some platonic!

Anyways,you're probably getting bored,so allow me!

May I please have a platonic! Vox/Husk/Alastor/Lucifer/ anyone you wish to write for (I honestly don't mind anyone,just pick peoplef from Hazbin you feel you want to write for! You can put as many as you want!) with a gn!child!reader (my favorite/p) that's really sweet (even a bit of a pushover) but has a really bad argument with their parent (the characters) for x reason (maybe because the child is too kind?) and runs away for some air,but later,as the characters were looking for them because they're worried or we're forced to (ahem,Vox and Alastor,AHEM) the character finds them all injured and crying somewhere because it's hell and there are bad people there? How would the characters react? Would they do something?

I think that's all for me!

I hope you enjoy writing this dearie! Don't forget to drink,eat and have rest!

Stay proud darling!

-Nina <33

Omg, I really hope you end up enjoying this! I actually really like this idea, and I live for platonic relationships. Also! Feel free to request whenever, I really need something to do with my life 😭

Vox, Husk, Alastor and Lucifer x Child! Reader

THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC AND SHOULD ONLY BE TAKEN AS SUCH

Pronouns: Second person, gender neutral

Tw: Arguing, Vox and Alastor (Yes they are warnings), general Hazbin Hotel-ness

Vox -

- In all honesty, I'm so sorry you ended up with this man 😭

- But (as many of us know) he is not a nice person, if anything he's more so the opposite. He would probably take away your toys just to see you cry.

- However, he is very good at faking it, which makes him a very confusing person to be around.

- The argument most likely starts because you end up being too sweet and it ends up pissing him off. He'd probably try to be passive aggressive or ignore it until it makes him so mad he just yells.

- He seems like the kind of guy to be like "Well thats how I was raised." And just see nothing wrong with it. But after seeing you be so upset after the argument, a small part of his almost nonexistent humanity feels bad.

- Considering how busy he is, he probably wouldn't notice you were missing for a good while. Even after he does, he doesn't go after you himself, he sends one of his workers to get you.

- Once he does find you injured, he's undoubtedly mad. Not exactly because he cares too much for your wellbeing, but because he considers you a pet of some sort, and people should know better than to hurt his pet.

- Doesn't really learn much from the experience, however does avoid bringing up the topic of you being too kind simply because another argument like that could provide similar outcomes

- In all, probably the worst of them all generally. (Can you tell who my least favorite is?)

Husk -

- Honestly, he's not that bad of a caretaker, and it's primarily because he has strong morals and tries to teach you that as well.

- However, because of that, he views your kindness as a kind of weakness that needs to be fixed. Which is almost exactly what he tries to do.

- He attempts several times to make you "stronger" and less kind to protect you. He obviously has good intentions but goes the wrong way about it.

- This obviously results in an argument where he refuses to admit that he was incorrect which leads you to try and chill yourself out by going on a walk. He would probably be too heated to even really care about you walking out. That is until later.

- After you eventually don't come back for awhile he does become anxious, but he knows that he taught you to take care of yourself and that you'll be fine.

- Once you do come back he feels hella guilty, nit only for letting you walk away, but arguing with you in general. He resorts to trying to help clean your wounds and provide you with the best comfort he can (which honestly is not a lot but it's the thought that counts)

- He does let up on you having to be less nice, it does get brought up ever so often, but after a few minutes he just lets it go.

Alastor -

- This man is a little special brained, as in he is extremely apathetic to the point where he doesn't comprehend you being kind aside from it being for ulterior motives.

- Which honestly makes sense if you think about how he acts, so it's not like it's a baseless accusation. But after he's taken you under his wing and is trying to teach you he feels almost undermined by you constantly being kind.

- This obviously turns into an argument (more like you being defensive and him just accusing), and you eventually give up and go on a walk.

- He considers this an admission of guilt and doesn't go after you or anything and just lets you do your own thing until you apologize to him.

- When you do eventually show back up to the hotel, he does tend to your wounds, but he approaches you with condescension until you eventually apologize purely out of exhaustion.

- He doesn't really feel any guilt towards it, and will definitely ice you out until you stop being so "manipulative".

Lucifer -

- Now Lucifer himself is at least a people pleaser, so he understands the feeling and actions that you do take.

- However, having seen his daughter take similar strides that he had in the sense of caring for others, he ends up worrying about you being used for others benefit, especially in a place like hell.

- This kinda causes him to try and course correct aggressively, deciding that if he were to act more cold it would rub off on you and work (surprise surprise, it didn't).

- It just turns into you getting upset and while trying to have a serious conversation about the issues (or as serious a discussion that a child can have), he tries to keep up the cold facade.

- This just upsets you more and you end up going on a walk to clear your mind, and that makes him feel terrible.

- He contemplates running after you but decides that it's for the best, it could even help you with being so kind.

- Well that whole thought process changes once you don't come back for too long. He almost turns the entirety of hell upside down just to find you.

- He finds you just as your assaulters are leaving, and let's just say they don't leave in one singular piece.

- After that the guilt almost eats him alive. He feels terrible for not only letting this happen to you, but that he also caused this whole mess. He takes you back to your home and helps clean your wounds (He 100% uses hello kitty bandages).

- He tries reaching out to other people to try and find better ways to teach you more about boundaries and everything just to keep you safe, and takes almost all the advice to heart.

This took less time than I anticipated, but I feel like it turned out good nonetheless. I hope you enjoyed it and have an astounding day!

#vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #PLEASE LIKE THIS OMG

[outerbankspov]

- thank you love for your passionates ❤️ @giannadrichardson-blog

You and Drew have been dating since outer banks season one and you adore one another more than anything. The way you both met was a story you both say “We will tell our kids about this one day”… you needed a job asap in order to get recognized by the public for your future singing career so you signed up to play the love interest of a character name “Rafe Cameron’ WHO happens to be played by Drew Starkey. You for sure saw his face around in your favorite movie “Love Simon” and since then you’ve been together and laughed about him in that film.

- Present day.

“Drew!!” You squeal as you run into your shared bedroom before you jump up and down in excitement. “What’s up, baby?” He smiles while asking you. “My agent just called… and they gave me a green light to tour my album!!’ He jumps off the bed to catch you in his arms. “BABY?? WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS GOOD!” he kisses your lips as you smile up at him nervously. “What’s that Face about?” He asked as he Brough you down with him on the bed. “Thing is it starts in 3 weeks..” You closed your eyes shut. “Well, that’s good news. What with the face?” He asks again, You bit your lip and shook your head “Can you come with?” Knowing this the worse idea to ask is because you know Drew has to stay just in case he gets a call back from his agent about the new movie he was offered that will be filming in ITALY. “Baby.. you know I would to go with you but I can’t” You nod and looks down, pushing your hair behind both ears and smiling weekly as you plaid with your nails. GOD you know you can’t do this without him, you would be a wreck you know that for sure. “What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” “I just really wish you could come, what if I fuck up?? I will never forgive myself” A tear slipped passed your eyes and Drew brushed it away.

“My love you are gonna be so good I promise you” you sniffle and nod. “You’re just saying that because your my boyfriend-” , “No I’m saying that because I believe you can. Baby of course you can” he kisses your forehead and you finally accept it.

-

Tour has been a real fun… scary experience. Going out on stage and seeing a huge crowd every two days and seeing them actually enjoy your music made you feel like you’re doing something right. But apart of you still wishes Drew was there, you go to sleep every night after a FaceTime with him and talk about your day and how nervous you were. This time when calling Drew, he didn’t answer. You started to get worried but soon after got a text saying “a bit busy. Talk later” confused you just decided to go to sleep.

“Y/N YOU ARE ON IN- 3,2,1 GO” your manager tells you. You put the biggest smile on your face and runs out on stage greeting everyone. “Hello NEW YORK CITY!! As you might know I’m dedicating this night to my love Drew Starkey, we actually met on this day 4 years ago… kinda insane! All I’m asking for you all is to enjoy this night like I’m gonna be and yell loud !!” The group cheered and smiled. You started singing and you Just felt so free until a gut feeling and the feeling in the air made you want to shut down. God you hate this, it’s a big night and your stupid mind wants to shut down now ???. You finish the song and runs off of stage.

“Y/n? What’s up?” Your manager ask calmly.

“Stacy. I can’t do this- it’s like my hearts being pul-“ you was interrupted by a call she picked up. She nodded and said okay to the person and hung up. “Wiped those tears baby! Go back on stage !! You got this” she encouraged, and like the person you was you walked out again and started singing. At this part of the song no one sings because they know it’s a slow part that you enjoy so much. Nope not today- you start to sing and it seems like you got 6 sense because all of a sudden you felt better, it’s like their was this light telling you to continue. Once you was done you made your way back stage ready to run to your manager put stop in your tracks, turning around you see him, them.

“DREW??” You squeal as you jump into his arms. “You’re here? You’re really here!” You kisses his lips and he chuckles. “ m’course I’m here. Wouldn’t want to miss this day ever. Or any other” he looks at you with a knowing look at you jump in excitement. “You’re staying ?” He nods and you kiss him again. So beyond excited and your heart felt completed. “How about we get something to eat baby?” You smile up at him and nod. “I will like that”. You couldn’t believe it, you look at your other friend and runs into their arms. “You guys are amazing”. The day was spent like any other, Drew by your side constantly kissing you and your best of friends next to you.

#outer banks #obx #drew starkey #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x fem!reader #rafe cameron x smut #rafe x y/n #drew x y/n #omfg i love this #i hope you like this

[waklman]

hey! It’s my birthday today! I was wondering if you could write a small blurb about Bradley doing something special for babybear on her birthday? No worries if you aren’t able to! I love the series! <3

Birthday Suit

first off, happy freaking birthday!!!!! of course i’ll write something for you!!!! thank you for enjoying my series, i have on my party hat for you right as we speak B) i wanted to get this posted on the day of your birthday so sorry if it’s not as polished >.> (also maybe because i wrote this on the shaky bus..so that too haha)

warnings: fluff, 18+ blog in general, minors dni.

word count: 900

something ‘bout you masterlist.

“Shit–she’s not here yet, right?” Bradley asks frantically, nudging the door open with his foot—hands clumsy handling a cake.

He’s yet to look up from the very costly decorated birthday cake, trying to balance it with sweaty fingers. You’ve been raving over the local bakery’s designs lately—showing Bradley their custom made desserts to an endless degree.

Which only meant that—he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t splurge on a cake. Especially one that was shaped like the head of a bear. When he finally arrived at the bakery for pickup, in his scramble to show up on time—Bradley couldn’t even be mad that one of the bear’s eyeballs were slipping off the edge, because you’d like it.

It would make you laugh, and that’s all Bradley needed to know before stuffing a fat twenty dollar bill in the tip jar—rendering the teenage girl at the register speechless.

As he sets the cake down, Bradley stretches his neck to face the group of usually chatty aviators surrounding the kitchen island.

His eyes are already narrowed into slits, staring at them through his eyebrows with a warning look.

There’s only silence between him and the group, who all have their mouths parted in shock. Hangman’s mouth is parted the widest, making the paper party horn slip from his teeth—which annoys Bradley even more.

Bob is the only one who can’t face Bradley, blinking down at the cake nervously—trying his hardest to ignore his choice of apparel.

“Don’t say a thing,” he grits, watching Jake collect his thoughts, lips puckering together—a clear sign that he does in fact—has something to say.

To no one’s surprise, he’s the first to speak up. “What the—What the fuck is on your face?” Jake sputters, lips curling inside his mouth to let out a hideous laugh.

He says exactly what everyone’s thinking, causing most of the pilots to double over in laughter. Though some of them—well just Coyote, accidentally spits up in his own hand, from holding in his amusement.

“What the fuck is on his face?!” Natasha yells the question at Jake. “Don’t you mean—What the fuck is he wearing?” Natasha puts forth, tugging on the pink tutu around his waist.

“Hey. Hands off woman, this took forever to put on.” Bradley grunts, turning his hip away from her hands.

It’s not like Bradley isn’t aware of how ridiculous he looks. There’s a full shaving cream beard ringing around his mouth for God's sake. Not to mention the bright pink tulle around his jeans—paired with a matching princess tiara sitting on his curls, of course.

He’s actually very aware that he looks like he’s been dressed by a group of six year old girls given free reign—also known as the collective who runs your brain. You’d have a hoot at this.

Before anyone else can get another word in—the front door of your apartment jiggles, and Fanboy quickly hushes everyone. The make fun of Rooster convention is put to an end as everyone scatters to a nearby hiding spot. If it’s one thing the group is good at—it’s knowing how to act quickly.

Right as you walk in, you almost fall over from being greeted with loud screams of “Suprise!” and “Happy Birthday!” and even one “I love you more than Rooster!” coming from Hangman.

Clutching your chest, your mouth stretches into a wide smile—heart full of joy at the surprise. “W-What? Oh my god,” you catch sight of Bradley first.

Completely dropping your stuff onto the floor, you go running at the flushed pilot, throwing yourself into his arms. Bradley stumbles back with a shy look on his face, “How do I look honey?”

You place a searing kiss to his mouth, letting the shaving cream stamp your own face—matching Bradley. “So freaking cute, I love the tiara,” you laugh, taking it for yourself.

Jake’s already starting, “See, I don’t know—it looks fine on her but on Rooster it’s kinda—” Natasha jabs him in the ribs with her elbow, not wanting him to ruin the moment. Jake groans, catching the hint.

Bradley finally drops you, hands still on your waist as you slip back onto the wooden tiles. You get distracted, playing with Bradley’s skirt as he grins down at you, “How’d they get this in your size? I tried checking before but—”

“Ahem.” Payback cuts in, knowing you and Bradley tend to get lost in your own little world.

You both turn to face the noise, and everyone’s surrounding the cake, waiting for you to notice it.

“No. No you didn’t!” You gape, hands coming to your mouth—smearing your new white beard.

Your eyes start to actually well up watching everyone make excited gestures at you—happy that you got your dream cake. Hangman flaps his hands around the cake, with an open smile.

Unable to contain your tears, your fingers stretch over your eyes, covering your face completely. “Baby—wait hey are you crying?” Bradley worriedly leans down, trying to pry your hands off.

You fall foward into his chest, and he catches you. “It’s s’cute. The ugly little eyeball—I can't,” you muffle into your palms.

“Thought you’d like that,” he laughs, glad they’re just happy tears. Placing a kiss onto your hairline, he whispers, “Happy birthday babybear.”

“Babybear!” All the pilots shout in unison, some even tearing up themselves. In a flash, everyone's throwing themselves at you both, turning it into a group hug. Hangman is the last to join, wrapping his arms around everyone, sniffling.

You just cry harder at the sentiment, this is the best birthday ever.

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KEN YOU'RE MY DANNY JOHNSON QUEEN AND I MUST HAVE YOU WRITE ANGST FOR MY BOY .. but with comfort too .. im not that strong. CONSIDER THAT, danny and reader have kinda of an estabilished thing, but in a particular stressful trial day, danny doesn't want to talk to reader, he just wants the ol' killing spree, which makes him say some nasty stuff to reader when they try to approach, NOW, because of that, reader doesn't go meet him in the border again, and worse yet, they arent falling in any trials together, so hes like "WHAT DO I DO NOW?"

i know you're probably full of works now so please feel free to deny or take all the time you need with this request, you always come first! love ur blog ^_^

“I’m Sorry…” || Danny Johnson

Ahhhhh I had so much fun with this! I decided to write this mostly from Danny’s pov, and how he felt about the situation. So, just gonna say Danny is very much ooc, but it doesn’t matter because this was really sweet and Danny’s totally a softie under that mask.

GN! Reader, Warnings: None, angst with fluff at the end.

Well.. shit. Danny hadn’t meant to say that to you. You’re the first person in a very long time that Danny’s ever loved, so you should expect some mistakes…right? No. That wasn’t fair. Danny needed to apologize. Danny would never try to hurt you, and seeing you cry tears that he caused left him with a pain far worse than the entity’s punishments.

It all started because Danny was having some rough trials, and when you tried to comfort him he lashed out at you and said some terrible things. You never hurt him. In fact, you were trying to help him! Danny felt like such a fool. Here he was, a sadistic murderer, with such a perfect, innocent partner who loved him unconditionally—even if he was a killer.

“Hey, Danny… Are you alrigh-“ He never even let you finish your question before he shoved past you, not even bothering to face you as he yelled: “Don’t you have teammates to sandbag?! I don’t have time for this shit right now. You’re lucky I let you live.”

Danny didn’t even feel that guilty after he said it either. It wasn’t until he noticed you crying that he realized just what he had said. You helped your teammates whenever you could, it was Danny who wouldn’t chase or hook you. He wouldn’t even injure you. If a survivor dared to say anything bad about you, Danny had them dead within minutes. You must have felt so confused, so hurt when he snapped at you.

It wasn’t long after the trial that Danny found himself basically running to the survivor-killer border. If you were there, Danny would apologize so many times that he’d lose his voice. He’d even let you say whatever you wanted to him—though you probably wouldn’t say anything that Danny hasn’t already said to himself. If you weren’t there, he’d wait until a trial. Sure, Danny would suffer every second that he didn’t get to own up for what he said, but he felt like that was another punishment for his idiocy.

When Danny arrived at the border, he began calling out for you so frantically that if any of the other killers or survivors saw him they’d think he finally lost his mind. You weren’t at the border, and you never responded to any of Danny’s calls. Danny ripped his mask off in frustration and tossed it down onto the cold, hard ground. His eyes felt watery, and his lip quivered as he took in a shaky breath. Danny never cried, and he wasn’t going to now. This whole situation was his fault, and throwing a pity party would get him nowhere. So, hurling a few insults towards himself, Danny picks his mask up and slips it back on.

Each trial Danny had, he searched for you. You weren’t in a single one. For the first time in a long time, Danny was lost. What could he do if he couldn’t see you? He checked the border constantly, but each time you were never there. Danny was ready to ask random survivors about you, and if you were okay. That was his plan until his very next trial.

Danny’s eyes open, and he finds himself in snowy realm of Mount Ormond Resort. Immediately, Danny began to look for you. The image of you crying wouldn’t leave his head, and even when he did finally apologize, he’d still feel guilty for a while. No amount of sacrifices or murder-selfies can make Danny feel okay about what happened.

The first survivor he spotted was Meg, who was oblivious to Danny’s presence. Next he found Thalita and Adam, who had spotted Danny and ran. There was still no sign of you. Danny was hopeful this time, however. Ormond was your favorite realm, you loved the snow.

Danny had searched almost the entire map, and you were nowhere to be seen. He was now headed to the very corner of the map he had yet to check. Behind the mask, that constantly displayed the gaping mouth and eyes of a ghost, was a man who had never felt so nervous or afraid in his life. It was crazy how much you had changed him. Normally, Danny loved to make people cry. He loved to instill fear into people before ruthlessly killing them. But now, at least when it came to you, Danny couldn’t stand it.

As Danny approaches the edge of the realm, he can hear a generator being worked on. There was no way any of the survivors he’s already seen could get here in time to have the generator this far completed. So, with a deep breath, Danny turns the corner.

“Danny..?” It was you. Everything Danny had planned to say had been tossed out of the window as he threw his knife and mask to the ground and engulfed you in a tight hug. Despite how angry you wanted to be, you couldn’t help but melt into his arms and listen to him as he apologized over and over.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Y/n. I would never kill you. Ever. I’m so stupid for saying that and I-“ Danny pauses and takes in a shaky breath, burying his face in your neck. His voice now muffled, he continues, “You should be with someone who treats you better, who isn’t a fucking murderer.”

You nudge Danny off of you, taking his shaking hands in yours. You look up to meet his gaze, his eyes were glazed over, and despite how much he tried to hide it, you could tell he was close to tears. He felt horrible. A part of you had a feeling he would, since he practically melts whenever he’s around you, but seeing this side of Danny was still rare. He truly cared, and moments like these were when you knew. You could see the real Danny. The one who was terrified that you would never forgive him. The Danny who knew what he said was wrong, and is now doing whatever he can to make it right.

“Dan, while what you said was really asshole-ish of you, I’m not gonna hold a grudge for it. I never went to the border because every time I got close to it, the entity sent me back to the campfire. I can tell you really didn’t mean what you said. I don’t want anyone else, only you. I love you.”

Danny was speechless. You… forgive him? “Y/n, I promise I’ll never say anything like that to you ever again. I love you too, and I’m sorry I act like a dick all the time.” You chuckle, Danny’s brows scrunching as he stared at you with a confused look on his face.

“I said I forgive you, dummy. You sound like a broken record.” You joke, finally cracking a smile from Danny. “Seriously though, I couldn’t ask for anyone better than you, Danny Johnson.”

Danny doesn’t respond, instead, he cups your face in his gloved hands and kisses you. The kiss was passionate, and it painted Danny completely the opposite from how others perceived him. And, without even opening his mouth, Danny spoke to you through his actions. The hand cupping your face, the other hand threading through your hair… it told you everything:

“I love you too.”

*******

I enjoyed writing this so much!! Your requests mean so much to me, and they help me expand my writing and improve in ways I never thought I could. Love ya! ❤️

#dead by daylight #danny johnson #ghostface x reader #ghostface dbd #ghostface #ghostface fluff #danny johnson dbd #danny johnson fluff #ghostface x y/n

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Baby, Let The Games Begin

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~600

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You have a spontaneous snowball fight with your friends that ends with you hitting the wrong person. Who knew she'd get her revenge only weeks later?

Square Filled: free space for @badbitchesbingo

Author’s Note: JJ and the reader are in college

x

God, you fucking hate the cold. If you could live in a sunny place for the rest of your life, you would. Maybe when you’re older, you’ll buy a house in both the Northern and Southern Hemisphere so you don’t ever have to be in the cold weather again. Some people say the cold is better because you can bundle up and snuggle in blankets. Fuck that shit. You hate the feeling of chills running down your spine and goosebumps rising on your skin. It doesn’t matter how many blankets you bundle up in, that chill never goes away.

The only good thing that can come from cold weather is the snow. Snow isn’t so bad because you get to have fun outside. The more you run around and play with your friends, the hotter you get until the cold isn’t an issue anymore.

Still, you wish summer was here.

The path from the library to your dorm isn’t far but the cold makes the journey stretch to what feels like miles. You walk past a group of trees when you get ambushed by flying snowballs. You gasp and protect your face from the biting cold only to hear the familiar laughter of your friends.

“You little shits! You’re gonna pay!” you grin.

You grab handfuls of snow and start throwing, not knowing exactly who is getting hit. You grab a bigger handful of snow to throw at the instigator of the group but when you throw it at him, he ducks out of the way. The snowball slams into the face of a complete stranger. Everyone stops playing around as you approach the unsuspecting victim.

“I am so sorry. Are you okay?” you gasp.

The snow falls from her face and the bluest of blue eyes stares at you. She narrows her eyes in anger but you can’t seem to focus on anything but her beauty.

“Have better aim next time.”

She shrugs the rest of the snow off her before walking away. You’re stuck in your place; you can’t seem to move even if you wanted to. You stare at her retreating figure, and one of your friends slaps his hands on your back.

“Someone has a crush,” he sings.

“Shut the fuck up. This is your fault. You ducked out of the way.”

“Not my fault you’re too slow.”

You push him away from you and depart from your group of friends. That kind of killed the mood so you’re ready to go back to your dorm and dream about the mysterious blonde woman. 

A few days later, you rush over to soccer practice inside the huge dome field. They put the dome up whenever there is severe weather like heaps of snow outside so you can at least practice. You’re new to the team and this is your first practice. You’ve dabbled in the sport in high school and figured you’d give it a try in college.

You’re off to the side stretching when you hear people yelling. You look up just as a soccerball smacks into the side of your face. Whoever kicked it didn’t do it hard enough to break any bones, but you know there will be a slight bruise there later on.

You gasp and look around the field to see who might have kicked it. You lock eyes with the same blue eyes you’ve fallen for. She flips her hair back and smirks, giving you wide unapologetic eyes.

“I am so sorry. Are you okay?” she asks.

You want to be mad. You want to be pissed she did this out of spite. Instead, you’re smitten all over again. If she wants to play this way, you’ll play her games.

“Have better aim next time,” you tell her the exact words she told you.

x

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Steddie Fic Recs. Part 8!

Previous Recommendations: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Okay, so I don't know how this got away from me, but I missed posting my recommendations on Tuesday. (Again.) I'm here now, though. And I've got some more gay men being gay little doods for you to read.

If there are any Tumblr blogs tagged and you'd like to not be, feel free to reach out to be removed. I have no qualms doing so. I respect y'all.

As always, the tags and themes vary on all of these fics. Heed all tags, ratings, and archive warnings with caution.

good side by ghosttotheparty

“They don’t talk about it, even though it keeps happening.

Their eyes keep locking, and they keep lingering. Looking at each other like they’re trying to use fucking telepathy or something. Like they’re sharing silent secrets that no one else is allowed to know. Secrets that they don’t even know.”

Chapters: 1/1, WC: 13,336, Rating: Explicit no Archive Warnings apply College/University AU Roommates AU

————— 2. it’s darker than you thought now by emchant3d @emchant3d

“‘Do you even want to fucking be here?’ he yells.

‘Not when you’re acting like this!’ Eddie says, and Steve’s throat goes tight like there’s a fist wrapped around it.

Or, the boy with abandonment issues falls for the boy who always runs”

Chapters: 1/1, WC: 7,850, Rating: Mature no Archive Warnings apply

————— 3. Like a Rainbow in the Dark by parsnips_and_meth

“Perhaps Steve was ill. There was no reason for this sort of fuss — he hardly knew the guy, and Eddie hadn’t exactly been the most forthcoming when he had visited him in the hospital. He had quipped, sure, pain-hazed and slurring, had smirked and winked and thrust his arms about, but he hadn’t really talked. He’d deflected — classic, really — and Steve hadn’t meddled, hadn’t done anything about the sleepless bruises under his eyes or paper-thinness of his skin, or the way he had sat in the hospital bed coiled, ready to jump and run.

Because Steve didn’t know Eddie. And Eddie didn’t know Steve. Which is why he was surprised when, on a quiet, drizzly Tuesday morning at The Enigma Pig, the walkie-talkie on his hip crackled to life.

(In a moment of need, Eddie radios Steve for help.)”

Chapters: 3/3, WC: 11,284, Rating: Mature without using Archive Warnings Trans Eddie Munson

————— 4. Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore by steddieasitgoes @steddieasitgoes

“Vecna is dead. Or so Steve thinks until Dustin is screaming ‘Code Red’ through a radio. Steve runs out of the house with conditioner still in his hair to save the day only to learn the ‘code red’ is that Eddie Munson is being a little shit and doesn’t want to go to his graduation ceremony tomorrow. Steve’s going to kill them both.

Or:

Steve convinces Eddie to go to graduation and ends up regretting the decision when Eddie shows up looking better than ever, sending Steve into a major sexuality crisis. And more fun ensues!”

Chapters: 11/11, WC: 71,899, Rating: Mature no Archive Warnings apply Part of a series: Time of My Life (And I Owe it All to You)

#stranger things #fic rec #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[itjazzbicch]

Festivities

Pairing: Yami Sukehiro x Fem Reader

(First time writing Yami, so I hope I did well!) 

Summary: Seeing Charlotte and Vaness trying to impress Yami at the festival makes the reader feel some jealousy considering she also has a crush on him, avoids him, and has an attitude when they do cross paths, but once all alone and called out on her awkward behavior considering they are good friends, the reader shoots her shot...

Warnings:  SMUT (18 + ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI!) (Drinking, smoking, fingering, unprotected sex, public (alleyway) sex, swearing)

Word Count: 2.1k 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

"Hey Captain Y/N! What's the matter? You look so upset!"

I had some great kids on my squad. This festival was their time to go out and have some fun, but they were always checking in on me. I did appreciate it, but closed my eyes in the dark alleyway, blowing out the smoke from my cigarette:

"I'm alright, kid. Don't worry about me. Go enjoy the festival."

"You're lying!" He knew, pointing out, "You only smoke when you're angry or stressed out!"

God damn it, these kids knew me too well. Still, I shook my head:

"It's nothing serious, I promise. Now, go before I put you to work or something."

"You enjoy the festival too, cap!" He insisted, running off and as I finished my cigarette, I thought that maybe he was right.

I know it's so immature, being jealous of Charlotte and Vanessa who were trying to impress Yami. That man sure had a good bit of girls wanting him, sadly I was one of them too.

Maybe some food and a drink would help me out. Stepping out of the alley, that was my first goal, getting the biggest mug of beer someone was selling at their booth, downing it, and hearing as I passed some more booths:

"Try some of our delicious squid!"

"How about some of this!"

Asta and that Bah-ha kid?

Glancing over, there was Jack and Yami, clearly in a competition to sell more food than the other.

"Come on, Captain Y/N! I promise you'll love it!" Asta offered to me, and it was hard to tell him no, I had a soft spot for the kid, but I heard Yami's voice that was directed at Jack:

"Y/N and I are good friends! She knows I can cook!"

"Ha! Yeah right! Y/N and I used to be on the same squad!"

God, Jack and Yami's yelling was starting to give me a headache, chugging down the rest of my beer and thinking about Charlotte and Vanessa again when I saw Yami, I took the meat from that Bah-ha kid, taking a bite and murmured:

"Thanks, kid."

"What the hell, Y/N!" Yami yelled out and I got a chuckle out of that, walking away from their continuous yelling:

"Told you so, Yami!"

Jack managed to surprise me with his food. It was impressive considering that he made it, finishing it and while exploring more of the festival, my attention was grabbed when I heard a while later:

"Charlotte and Vanessa are having a drinking contest!"

I had to get a peek at that, seeing them both face down on the table meanwhile, neither one of them had finished a single glass.

"How pathetic," I took this as a chance to one-up them, heading to the table and downing drink after drink, having the crowd that was watching cheer, wiping the foam off my face as I finished the very last one, "That's how you drink, ladies."

In the crowd, I saw Yami. Some chatter I heard when I first came over made it clear that those two girls were trying to out-drink each other to impress him. Well, now I was the one standing tall, laughing while I took a cigarette, lighting it up, and heading off considering the star ceremony was soon:

"Thanks for the free drinks, chumps."

"Hey Y/N-" Yami's voice trailed behind me, but I didn't bother to stop, only reminding him:

"Shouldn't you be going to the castle for the ceremony? Better move your ass."

That stopped him in his tracks for a change, not caring and heading over for the ceremony. Truthfully, I barely paid attention. All those drinks were starting to catch up with me and there was something about Black Bulls getting second place. Who would've guessed?

My squad was third and I tried to play off that I wasn't tipsy while accepting, not bothering to stick around after. I figured I'd get to my squad and think of some motivational speech to congratulate them. Their hard work earned us this star after all.

Lighting up another cigarette while walking back through the festival and in the direction of my base, I stopped as I heard:

"Third place ain't bad. Congratulations."

Yami. Again?!

"Thanks. You got second place, right? A miracle," I had to poke at the fact that his squad wasn't at the bottom for once, but returning, "Congratulations, Yami."

"Thank you," Taking a step closer to me, I took a deeper hit of my cigarette, "But what's your deal?"

"What do you mean?" I never felt so anxious, back against the wall of the building we were next to as he got closer:

"You picked Jack over me? And when they were having that drinking contest, it was like you were staring a hole through me. I thought we were friends."

"I'm sorry," Guilt was on my mind considering the reason behind my behavior, truly apologetic, murmuring, "I'm just not having the best day."

"And you're just being an ass to just me?" It was like he already knew, taking my cigarette as I went to ash it and hit it himself, "Seems like you have a grudge against me. I thought you were the type to call people out when something bothered you."

I was that type. Now, standing here shy and timid. That wasn't like me.

"Listen, Yami," I needed more nicotine before I took this leap, taking my cigarette back and closing my eyes, and whispering, "I like you, and overhearing some girls talking about you made me a little jealous in a way, alright?"

I finally opened my eyes when I heard him laughing, confused as to why he was responding with laughter:

"You serious, right now?!"

My face went straight as I felt a bit insulted by his response, getting the last hit out of my cigarette before flicking it away. In my head, I had to remind myself of who I was. A go-getter, not afraid of anything.

He was still laughing while I blew out the smoke, pulling his head to mine and kissing him with every bit of passion I had just to prove that I was indeed serious. My hand ran through his hair as our lips danced, shaking from a rush as he kissed back.

"That serious enough for you?" Pulling away and taking a huge breath, I turned because all he did was stare, ready to leave, but not leaving without the last word, "You know what? Just forget about it."

Great. All I did was embarrass myself. I was going to run through all the cigarettes that I had in just a night now that I was feeling even worse, but suddenly, my blood pressure shot through the roof.

Yami caught my hand before I was too far away, yanking me back and right against his lips, already moaning at how his tongue worked into my mouth as he pushed me up against the wall, growling against my lips:

"You're just gonna walk away after kissing me like that?"

"Well, you didn't say anything," Just that kiss had me panting when I looked to meet those deep brown eyes, not wanting to talk anymore, caressing his cheek and bringing his lips back to mine, "But if you're on the same page as me."

The instant our lips met again, I started melting into a pool of dirty thoughts and temptations, hands wandering across his broad chest and feeling his abs under his shirt, eyes shooting down when he moved my hand away and unbuckled his pants.

"Yami-" Not that I was opposed to the idea, but we were right in an alleyway, anyone could walk along and find us.

"What? Afraid you can't handle all this?" Putting my hand at his waistband, there was no way I could fight the desire to slip my hand into his trousers, his cock rock hard and steaming with heat, stroking slowly down to feel his length.

I took a moment to look around and make sure we were all alone, it was deserted, not even a fly around us, the only light lengths away from us so that we were left in the dark.

"I just don't want to get caught or anything is all," Still pumping his cock in my hand, I bit my lip at the feeling of two fingers under my skirt, easily finding my clit against my panties, slipping in to feel how soaked I was, pressing my face into his chest as he started to pump into me.

"Just don't be too loud," It amazed me how careless he could be sometimes, taking the time to tease me with a whisper, "You're already so wet and tight. Guess, I'll get you off with my hand then, huh?"

His thumb finding my clit and rubbing at the same time had me moaning into his chest, being as quiet as I could, shaking and taking a handful of his shirt when I started to cum around his fingers, picking my head up to whisper back:

"Only fair if you get your fix too. Just fuck me already."

"Naughty girl," He chuckled, kissing and pushing my panties to the side, picking me up by the thighs and positioning himself, my head falling back, squeezing the muscle of his triceps, soft bites leaving marks along my neck while his cock started to stretch me wide, humming to me, "Now, that feels too good."

"You feel good too," I gasped out, looking to see our hips meet, burning against one another as he gave a sweet roll, "Sooo good, Yami."

"That right, shortcake?"

My hands tangled in his hair, having to stop myself from nearly screaming at the quick, powerful thrust that sent his cock deep inside, each thrust coming quicker than the last, my jaw hung, and throat jumbled with the filthy moans that I couldn't let out.

"T-That's right," I choked out, hugging his head to bury my face in his shoulder, finally letting out the moans dying to get out of me, "You're so damn good, Yami!"

"Squeezing me tight like that, I can't help myself," Pushing my back against the wall and keeping me pinned, my arms and legs were latched around him and clinging for dear life, words like I was in a dream, "So warm and soft. Didn't think you'd take me so well, shortcake."

"It's a l-lot," Gasping again, my eyes helplessly rolled to the back of my head, feeling the heat in my stomach grow and ache, especially when his thrust grew even faster somehow, the pound of his tip against my cervix nearly making me scream, "But-; Just, fuck!"

"Hey now, don't wanna get caught, do you?" The ache I felt grew as he started to drag his thrusts out, slowing and kissing, "I know it's good, but you're getting loud, don't ya think?"

"I can't help it," I whined with tears in my eyes, trying to kiss back but constantly moaning, nails dragging along the back of his neck and having me beg, "Faster, again. Yami, please!"

"Oh, you like it fast and rough like that?" I was burying my face again from the relentless pace that outmatched before, walls having an even tight grip, feeling the pulsation from head to toe, his voice nearly an echo in my head, "Gonna make you cum going like that?"

"Yeah!" Pressing my forehead against his, the bliss could even be heard in my tone, so close to the edge that I didn't care, "I don't give a shit if anyone hears. Just make me cum, Yami. I'm about t-, I'm cuming!"

Taking my thighs and spreading them as far as they could, I nearly became one with the wall, a hard thrust keeping our hips pinned, his eyes watching past my skirt to see how I gushed around his cock, walls sucking him back in deeper as he pulled back a little, wanting to see the mess of my slick all over him.

"Got damn, shortcake," He chuckled, letting me ride out the rest of my bliss as my hips began to wind on their own with what little energy I had, "Don't wanna let me go."

"You're so lucky we're where we are right now," I panted under my breath, not thinking he heard, but he did, smirking at me:

"What? Think you can handle a round two or are you just cock drunk?"

"Maybe both," I giggled, gasping as he pulled back, but kept me in his arms, "You just know how to rock my world."

"You know what?" Fixing himself with one hand and easing me to my feet with the other, hand under my skirt and squeezing my ass, winking at me, "I could go for another piece of cake." 

#black clover #black clover fic #black clover fanfic #black clover imagine #black clover smut #black clover oneshot #black clover x y/n #black clover x reader #yami sukehiro #yami sukehiro x reader #yami sukehiro imagine #yami sukehiro fic #yami sukehiro fanfic #yami sukehiro oneshot #yami sukehiro smut #read and enjoy

[jacksdinonuggets]

~Hells Little's Program Chapter 2~

Blake hangs out with the big kids but he's too young to relate with any of them. Notes: If you've seen Baby CharChar's blog, they have an oc that i may or may not have added as a background character (Got permission)

After Blake was introduced, Charlie began the activities. Since it was still orientation week, they did a bunch of ice breaker stuff. Because he wasn’t there for the first day, Charlie gave him a cute, “Get to know me” sheet. He sat on the ground with a plastic lap desk and began working on it. Once he was done, he raised his hand. Lucifer came over to see what was the matter.

“Hey, whats up, buddy?” He knelt down.

“I done!” he said and showed him the worksheet.

“Great job! Right now, we’re drawing our favorite animal. Can you do that?” Lucifer asked.

“Cans i dwaw mowe dan one?”

“Of course!” Lucifer ruffled his hair before getting up and helping the others.

Blake happily drew his pictures and colored them. He was feeling very proud of himself. There was one other person on the floor with him, she had blue skin, scars on her face, and a bow headband. She looked like she was zoning out but once she realized Blake was looking at her, she waved. He waved back. Seeing how friendly some of the people were, made him feel less scared about this program.

However, that feeling soon changed. One kid, a male with gingery brown hair and some side burns (NOT ED SHEERAN) sat at the table. He looked down at Blake.

“Why are you here? The babies are supposed to be in the nursery!” The kid said. One other, assumingly the persons friend, piped in too.

“Yeah, dey separate us because dey don’t wan da annoying ones taking up everyone's time,” 

Blake looked down. Were baby regressors annoying? Is he annoying? That got him thinking about things he didn’t want to think about. Maybe the reason his parents hated him was because he was just too much for them. Too much of a freak and weirdo. He was just a big annoying baby, wasn’t he? For some reason, he really wanted to start crying. He usually wouldn’t be so affected by this but yet here he was, about to bawl over some comment.

“Is the baby gonna cry?” The ginger said in a mocking tone. 

To avoid making more of a fool of himself, he got up from the floor and ran into the bathroom, locking the door. He curled up against the changing table and began pulling at his hair. He started panicking. He shouldn’t have come. He was a freak. A weakling. Annoying.

“Blake, are you okay?” Charlie knocked on the door with a concerned tone in her voice, “I saw you run in here, you didn’t look so good,” 

“Go ‘way!” he yelled, tugging harder at his hair. His horns and scalp became irritated by all the pulling and tugging. He didn’t care, he just needed to stop this stupid panic attack.

Charlie could definitely tell he was not okay. His voice was shaky and she could hear him crying. She reached into her pocket and pulled out keys. As the main caregiver, she needed to have the bathroom keys in case she needed to reach one of the littles and the door was locked.

“Baby, I’m coming in,” she warned before turning the knob. She walked in and saw the mess he became.

Seeing him in distress, she calmly walked over to him and kneeled down before pulling his hands away from his hair.

“Out!” He yelled, wanting her to leave.

“Sweetie, please take some deep breaths,” Charlie instructed. He jerked his hands, trying to get them free. So she summoned some blue mittens and swiftly put them on his hands and tightened them so he couldn’t get them off. She didn’t like how restrictive they were, but she didn’t want him to hurt himself.

Then, he heard a voice come from the playroom.

“Uh oh, someones having a tantrum~” that ginger ass bitch was making fun of him again!

Blake wailed, hating this feeling of shame and embarrassment.

Charlie picked him up and set him in her lap, tucking his head into her upper chest/collarbone area. That muffled his screams a little. He soaked up her dress shirt with tears. 

“Sh, shh, it’s okay, I’ll deal with David later, don’t listen to him,” Charlie rubbed his back and massaged his scalp.

After a minute or two, he began to calm down. No longer wailing, he still clung to Charlie. She asked Lucifer to bring him his bag, which he did. With the bag slung over her shoulder, she picked him up and entered the nursery, sensing how he didn’t want to enter back in the playroom.

“Hey, what happened?” Vaggie asked. She had heard a little bit of the noise since she was right next door.

“I think Blake was having a panic attack. Be extra caring and show him lots of love, okay? Oh, and don’t take his mittens off until he ages back up, I don’t want him hurting himself,” she told her. Vaggie nodded and took him in her hands.

He whined a bit and made grabby hands towards Charlie. She moved his hair out of his face before handing Vaggie his bag and giving him his teddy bear.

“It’ll be okay blakey, Vaggie will take care of you,” She promised before going back to the playroom to calm everyone down and also figure out what caused his panic attack.

“Hey, sweetie, we’re having playtime right now, but you can nap if you feel like it,” Vaggie told him. He didn’t want to nap though. If he tried to fall asleep, all of those bad thoughts would come back again. So he shook his head. Vaggie placed him down on the padded mats and watched him play with the blocks. Luckily, there were only about 4 other people. In the playroom there were at least 10. 

Blake dug through his bag and pulled out his favorite dinosaur toy. He began to build a pen for his dinosaur out of blocks so it could have a nice home. After he finished making the pen, he walked it for a bit, dancing it around and making rawring noises. 

Playtime lasted for about an hour before it was checking time. It was thankfully quick because most of the mental babies were dry. Next came naptime. Blake really didn’t want to do naptime. He hated having to take naps with a burning passion. Vaggie tried to lay him down in one of the cribs but he kept protesting.

“Honey, It’ll be okay, you have beary with you. You’ll also be protected by me,” vaggie said.

“Pwomise?” He asked.

“I promise. I’ll be in here the whole time,” She gave him a kiss on the forehead before she went to do the same to the others.

Blake let his body relax and pull him into a nice, peaceful sleep.

#hazbin hotel agere #agere fanfic #agere writing #sfw agere #age regression #sfw littlespace #padded agere

[sweettoothvn]

Sweet Tooth Character Questions (Part 2)

Welcome to part 2! We have a lot of these questions from the Sweet Tooth server, feel free to join us here!

Questions under the cut (doing this to not clog main blog!! ^^)

"How would they react to their partner getting jealous?"

Andre is worried why his partner seems so upset. He abandons whatever conversation he was in the middle of- (i would like to point out this man is so horribly dense he does not understand he's being flirted with. You have to spell it out for him.) anyways he sits his partner down and tries to have them talk to him about what the problem was. If you try to tell him to go back to having fun, he refuses and spends the rest of the day with you. You take care of him so he takes care of you, thats what you're supposed to do and he loves you no matter what.

Casey isnt as dense as he plays. He pretends that the person who is talking to him isnt flirting. Desperately, he's been trying to pull away from the conversation- and then you come around- sure you're jealous and probably upset either at him or the stranger- but he's never been so thankful for you to yank him away. He reassures you and tells you how thankful he is. Massive cuddles and candy binges will soon ensue.

Chrys is the type to typically flirt back with whoever is flirting with her. She doesnt mean it. She's planning on building up their ego then watching it all fall down when they realize (even after she told them she was taken by you and that she was VERY serious about it-) that no they cant have her and they never will. She will try her best to explain this to you, realizing that yeah from a distance it did look like she was intent on cheating on you. She'll try her best to make it up to you, cooking for you, cuddling you, complimenting you. Anything you need. She's right there.

David typically is bored of talking to people. The minute someone starts flirting with him when he's already in a well established relationship that he has made sure everyone knows about- well he shuts the other person out, rudely interrupting and asking if they're 'done yet'. If they try anything, David will use his words to beat them to the ground until they realize he sees them as nothing. You might try to pull him away jealously- only then will he realize what effect this has had on you. He rarely shows his soft side, he doesnt like being vulnerable around people. But you're always an exception and you've taught him that his feelings are valid. He will do anything he can to make you feel loved. Read to you, cuddle you, allow you to play with his bunnies. He might run his hands through your hair and sing a Russian lullaby his recent brother would sing to him.

Eddie tends to cringe when people flirt with him nowadays. He used to welcome it when he was floating around, trying to find someone who might understand him. And now that he has you, he could wish for nothing more. He makes it VERY clear he's not interested- he's even gone as far as smacking someone if they tried to touch him. When you approach him, he gets confused why you're jealous at first. He didnt do anything wrong did he? He made sure he wasnt interested, he was positive! Oh well, despite his lack of interest in affection, you'll find yourself swaddled next to him in a pillow fort, binge watching weird series as he may or may not talk over them-

Kieran is pretty well known for fucking around. Quite literally. It's apart of his reputation. And now that he's in a serious relationship he regrets it horribly. It was fun when it lasted, but the reputation he garnered from it... he doesnt enjoy the attention as much as he used to. You taught him how consent works and how to say no to people. He never noticed how handsy people tended to be with him. He tries to be polite, something rare for him, telling them he isnt interested. If it escalates it will increase to yelling and go so far as to harming the person if they go any further. He doesnt want a repeat. Never again. He sees you're upset and goes to comfort you, hoping maybe you can comfort him as well. You'll lay in his bed as he tells you how much he loves you. Simply just holding you and talking to you alleviates that intense anxiety from before. He's never felt so safe.

Noble waves the person off. The first few words of a pickup line and even the slightest lustful look- he's walking away. They're not worth his time. He made sure to stay by you no matter what. Metaphorically and physically. Call him clingy but he needs you. And you need him. The person might persist, to which he sighs and finally gives them his 'attention'. He'll pretend to be interested, getting closer and closer to them, whispering something that seems so sweet- only for him to tell them how stupid they are to believe such things. Similar to Chrys- building them up then tearing them down. He leans away, looking disgusted. He might flicks their nose and push on their chest before going to find you- only just now realizing you saw the whole thing. He tries to tell you what happened but you saw it all and the mind can jump to conclusions so easily. He begs and begs for your forgiveness, he wants to make it up to you, he has to. You trusted him and he failed. Prepared to get pampered for the entire day... or week.

Zach may look naïve, however he is anything but that. He refuses the drink they buy him. He pulls away from their touches, laughing awkwardly. God where are you...? His anxiety is a lump in her throat and he's never missed you so horribly. They keep talking- why are they still talking? Slowly he tries to walk away, being to scared to turn them down. What if they get mean if he says no? He doesn't want to cause a scene, he really doesn't. If he causes a scene what might you think of him? Oh there you are. He sighs, so relieved and rushes over to you. Before you can even utter a word to ask him why on earth he was 'talking' to such a creep, he tells you that you're going home and that he doesn't want to stay there a moment longer. In the car ride home he tells you about his discomfort- and you both start making fun of the creep from the bar. Its a personal conversation shared between the two of you. Sure its bad to talk about people behind their back but... eugh... that guy was so... shady. He gets all cheesy with the pickup lines when you're finally home, asking if he can 'buy you a drink' while being an absolute dork. He makes you laugh until you cant breathe and then he compliments you until your face is too hot.

"The Sweet Tooth cast just found out they're in love with someone. How do they react?"

Andre sort of sits there for a moment, it all makes sense now. How he felt so weird and giddy whenever you were around, how his day seemed to bright up no matter what whenever you were there. Even if you felt sad and needed comfort it always made him happy knowing you looked at him for comfort. He knows that he wants to be with you but he isn't sure if you like him the same. He does what he's always done his whole life- which is ask his mom for advice. Of course, raising her son on nothing but RomComs his whole life, she helps him plan a very very romantic way for him to ask you out.

Casey probably had it pointed out to him when Kieran was teasing him. Kieran spouted it out and the room got silent. Casey sitting there with an entirely flushed face wouldnt know what to say- until loudly going "OOOOOOOH" and then preceding to go on an hour ramble about why he likes you so much.

Chrys probably had some inkling but she figured it was just a.. friend crush.. that's... that's a thing right? When she realizes that how much she thinks about you is not normal for friends, she gets very quiet around you for a bit. She's slightly shy and very out of character, until she cant take it anymore, she blurts the question out as you're about to leave your shift.

David paces back and forth talking at a fast pace and thinking about the pro's and cons of his feelings for you and weighing out if dating you is reasonable or not. Eddie interrupts him, complaining that he should just ask you out because David is annoying like this.

Eddie probably had a dream about you- first he played it off- but then they wouldnt stop... He probably tries to avoid you, denying his feelings for you at first- but then he finds he cant stand being AWAY from you- so then he gets very clingy. He despises how clingy he feels so he goes into this cycle of detaching then attaching himself to you- until you bring it up, he might not stop.

Kieran is shocked that he has a crush- Last time he had a crush on someone it went horribly wrong. But you're not horrible like him... no you're much different. Right? You wouldnt hurt him like August has... right? You were so kind and you put up with all his bullshit and stayed regardless of that... who does that? He becomes more awkward- flinching at your touch and getting flustered more easily. He's acting like his high school self and he's never been more embarrassed.

Noble oh he knew that he liked you... he knew the moment he saw you. When you opened your mouth. The way you talked, the way you moved and carried yourself, even how you breathed... it drove him crazy. He probably figured that this fixation over you would be a temporary thing, as he tended to fixate on people during his break up periods with Rainn. However he felt this strong connection to you... like it was destiny... he didnt Rainn anymore...

Oh so that's why Zach's sketchbooks are always full of you...! He thought he just liked how you looked... how you were so fun to draw and every little detail was so fascinating to him. Every freckle, every mole, loose hair, the ways your face crinkled in certain areas when you smiled. You always had the best poses in his opinion. You were naturally his muse. But he stops drawing you for a while. His last relationship didn't end off so well- sure they were still friends but- he didn't want to mess this up with you. He couldn't.

"How does the sweet tooth go about first kisses with someone they love?"

Andre during the entire date is working himself up to it, trying to find the perfect opportunity to finally get that kiss in. He doesn't force himself on you, instead he'll make sure to ask you, wondering if you're okay with how he holds you and if you're comfortable. It's a very gentle kiss, if you're left wanting more he won't hesitate to give it to you, but he's always so anxious that he might accidentally hurt you.

Casey has been muttering a lot to himself like he's been giving himself a pep talk whenever he thinks you're not looking- When you're finally alone with him- he does this weird sharp inhale like he's about to confess a crime. He looks serious, a rare expression for him so it's obvious that you get concerned but- then he blurts it out, "Can I kiss you?" albeit he speaks to fast or maybe his voice cracks- regardless its adorable and after he asks he gets super flustered. His kiss is inexperienced but hey at least his ChapStick tastes nice. Very fruity flavors- or his favorite go to is the cocoa cola ChapStick.

Chrys has been so excited the entire date, making sure you're comfortable while dragging you around to look at all the wonderful things and get the best experience you can. You're both really tired by the end of it and she finds a nice quiet spot for the two of you. She gets close, leaning on you while holding your hand and says, "Y'know... this would be a good place for a first kiss..." Before looking at you with expectant eyes and a small smile. Her lips are soft and plush, her lipstick tints your own lips but you don't notice as she cups your cheek.

David for once doesnt have that pissed off look to him. Instead he has wide curious eyes and actually seems... happy. He seems relaxed and like he can actually breathe when he's with you. His tone is much more polite and gentle with you, not that strict and powerful one that was... overcompensating. He was always bothered by people touching him when he never viewed them as an equal, which is probably everyone at this point. However, he holds your hand and holds tight, allowing you to take him where you please until you're finally alone and able to talk to each other. Except he's quiet, just studying you face while nervously fidgeting with his sweater sleeve. In a near whisper he ask, "...Would it be alright if I kissed you...?" of course you ask him to speak up- to which he shakes his head and looks away, clearly upset you didn't hear him. (Even though it wasn't your fault-??) Regardless, it's up to you to kiss him first. He's tense at the start, but he melts into your touch and holds you as close as he can.

Eddie most likely took you to the best place he knows. The forest. He knows it like the back of his hand so why wouldn't he bring you there. Obvious choice, any another choice would be stupid. Unless you made it, then it's perfect. He seemed to be in his own little world the entire time, quietly muttering to you and forgetting that personal space was a thing- but you don't mind as he points out the local moss and fungus, telling you all the interesting things he knows about each and every species. You arrive at a river and for once he's quiet, the quietest he's been the entire time. Suddenly, he asks you to face him and close your eyes. Hesitantly, you do so, feeling something soft placed on your head before his lips press against yours. They're a bit chapped but he's not too bad of a kisser so it balances it out. What he placed on your head was a flower crown he'd somehow managed to make when you weren't looking- which you SWORE you had your eyes on him the whole time. Sneaky bastard.

It's only natural to expect Kieran to bring you to a loud event with bright colors and strobe lights, but he doesn't. Nope, he planned a simple date. Nothing big and loud for you two to party the night away, get drunk, and end up in an alleyway aggressively making out with each other. Okay maybe the date he had planned wasn't terribly simple because of the location. He came to your house, picked you up and took you across the city he grew up in. He shows you his favorite places and you eat at his childhood restaurant. The date ends where you're on the rooftop on some building you shouldn't even be on, eating your favorite dessert while watching the people below walk across the street and sidewalks, minding their own business. He takes his arm and lays it over your shoulders, bringing you into a side embrace before kissing your forehead. You look up at him, a bit confused (but flattered) by the gesture, to which he replies, "What? Want a better one?" His lips are soft and taste a bit smokey (hope you don't mind), and of course sweet considering what you two had been eating. He's definitely a good kisser considering how much experience he has. Be careful not to swoon so hard you fall off the building-

Noble's idea of a date was something you were curious about, he seemed a bit unpredictable. He was super romantic but also very chaotic at the same time. So of course you would either think, well maybe its a dinner on a terrace in France, but then there was the possibility of him taking you to a nightclub to dance to your hearts content. Of course it was easy to think that the latter was more so what he would do, considering his daily activities and the general area he tended to hang out in. But the reality was that it was a simple picnic that had an amazing view of Paris. The food was incredible, all home cooked and traditional recipes passed from his family. He allows you to do most of the talking, more interested in listening to you. He was never one to talk- unless of course it was to ramble about you. That was always easy. Other than that, sometimes talking was hard for him when the topic was him. As you speak, you don't notice him inching closer and closer- until he interrupts you with a kiss. It's gentle and long enough for you to memorize his lips against yours- at least it was long enough for him to do that- but not too long to where it was uncomfortable. When he pulls away he smiles and gives you the excuse, "Sorry, you had something on your lips."

Zach hasnt been on a date in a while, and usually he was never the one to plan them. So he was a bit nervous on where to bring you- but then he settled with an art installation. The art installation had some weird stuff going on, sure, but it was really fun regardless. When you're finished, he takes you to an observatory to relax. As you're laid back in the seats, he points out the different stars, whispering in your ear while leaned close. Your shoulders are touching and he's holding your hand. Finally he points to the Pisces constellation and explains the story to you, about how two lovers jumped into a river together after turning into fish so they could escape a monster. Then after a moment of silence, he asks, "Do you believe in soulmates? I know it's cheesy but that doesn't make it bad... sometimes cheesy is good..." He sighs and looks at you "Want to see if you're mine...?" His lips are inviting and despite his awkward behavior, he seems to know what he's doing. He takes the lead with it, trying to bring you as close as he can but not trying to seem desperate at the same time.

#sweet tooth vn #asks #sweet tooth eddie #sweet tooth kieran #sweet tooth casey #sweet tooth andre #sweet tooth david #sweet tooth zach #sweet tooth chrys #sweet tooth noble

[buckys-little-belle]

Hey I really like your story's Thay always helps me feel better and I was wondering if you be able to do something where Bucky and Steve comfort little reader after Thay had a argument with their parents. I have a lot with my parents and It scar's me a lot especially because Thay yell.

Protectors

Stucky x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Talks of fights, a small snippet of a fight with parents at the begining, reader cries, reader is obviously sad, talks of reader moving in with the boys (I don’t dwell much on the fighting, it’s a prevalent topic, but it is hard for me to write about, so it’s pretty short in comparison, but I hope it’s what you wanted!”

Notes - I sadly know what it’s like to fight with parents, though mine don’t yell, and I’m so sorry yours do, I do understand and relate to your pain, I do want you to know that me and ‘the boys’ will always be here, feel free to send in asks or message me, I hope you’re doing well, and I hope you enjoy this Bub!

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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The fights were always loud, usually irrational or manipulative, and so was this one. It felt like it had lasted hours, yelled phrases cutting deep wounds, tears streaming, and feelings hurt. “I have to go.” Y/n said, giving up, knowing that fighting to be heard wouldn’t get them anywhere, leaving so the fight could end.

Y/n hear scoffs from behind them as they walked away, grabbing a sweater and some shoes, putting them on quickly before leaving, practically running out the door, the true weight of the fight now landing on their shoulders, tears streaming as sobs wracked through their body.

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“Steve?” Tony called out, the halls of the tower vast, but the super soldiers hearing able to pin point the yelling.

“What?” Steve called out, walking towards Tony, Bucky behind him, the two of them getting ready to make some dinner. “What’s wrong?” Steve asked, Tony’s face reading clearly worried.

“There’s a, well, a kid.” Tony began. “Came in and said they needed help, named you two and held up this card.” Tony held up a small blue card, Y/n’s favourite animal where a normal ID picture would go, the card explaining they needed Steve and Bucky. “Is this a joke?” Tony laughed. “Are people making these for fun?”

“They have anything on them?” Bucky asked, grabbing the card, Y/n had been doing well lately, so he thought maybe they lost the card and someone had taken it.

“A green dinosaur stuffed animal, the poor thing needs a wash.” Tony laughed, looking to the boys to see their next step, but instead being met with them racing downstairs, literally down the stairs running.

- - - - - -

“Y/N!” Steve yelled, the whole building lobby turning towards him, including a distraught Y/n. “What’s wrong?” He asked, pulling them in for a hug as soon as he got close, Y/n crying even more.

“S’much fighting Stevie.” They sobbed, arms wrapping around him, stuffy in hand still. “I’s jus’ so loud.”

“Oh Bub.” Bucky cooed, guiding the two towards the elevator, the doors closing and Steve picking Y/n up right away. “Are you okay?” Bucky asked, his hand splayed across their back, their head resting on Steve’s shoulder, tears still streaming, but sobs slowly coming to a stop.

“Mm-mm.” They hiccuped, shaking their head ‘no’. “Jus’ wan’ some cuddles.” They murmured, nuzzling their head into Steve’s shoulder, him cupping the back of their head, sighing in relief that Y/n was at least with them now.

“We can do that.” Steve said, the three of them now on their floor, settling down on the large sectional, Y/n never letting go of Steve.

“Do you want some juice?” Bucky asked, wanting Y/n to stay hydrated, the crying already taking a toll on them.

“Yes pease.”

“What do you want to watch?” Steve asked, moving the two of them slightly to pick on the remote, grabbing a blanket to drape over the two of them while they sat.

“Octonauts?” Y/n questioned.

Steve assumed that would be the answer, playing the first ever episode, flipping Y/n around so their back met his chest, them now being able to see the Tv. “Here.” Bucky smiled, handing Y/n a sippy cup, green dinosaurs scattered on it, matching the one they held.

“W’s this?” They asked, holding the cup up, they didn’t have things like this at their home so they knew it wasn’t theirs.

Bucky just chuckled, giving Y/n’s forehead a kiss. “We have lots of stuff for you here Bub.” He answered, turning back to the Tv as the characters began to save the day.

Y/n wasn’t able to let the thought go, why did they have things for them? Why here? They were especially confused when they just happened to have a placemat, plate, utensils, and dino chicken nuggets on hand for dinner. “Where’s all th’s come from?” They asked, happy to have the fun things, but confused, did they have someone else who used these?

Steve and Bucky glanced at each other as they paused eating, the dinning table suddenly getting serious. “We know you’re parents aren’t great Bub.” Steve began, Y/n nodding in agreement, their parents were what drove them here after all.

“We wanted to be ready, have things for you, so you can move in with us one day.” Bucky added, smiling at Y/n as he watched the cogs in their head turn.

“F’me?”

“Yes, for you Bub.” Steve chuckled, looking to Bucky as if he was asking for permission to do something. “Come here.” Steve stood up and gestured for the two to follow him. “Whenever you’re ready, this is your room.” He opened a door, the soft painted walls coming in view, book shelf’s, bean bags, and tons of toys slowly being revealed, a bed with comfy blankets sitting along one of the walls.

“What?” Y/n breathed, slowly walking into the room, taking in all of the things around them, their feet hitting soft rugs and floor pillows. “N’more arguing? N’yelling?” They asked, turning towards the boys, their eyes pleading for a happy answer.

“No more arguing, you can come here, you don’t have to stay their.” Bucky smiled, watching as Y/n’s eyes lit up, tears once again filling them.

“B’they’ll be mad.” Y/n cried.

“Maybe, but you’ll be happy right?” Steve asked, Y/n nodding as Steve and Bucky kneeled down in front of them.

“Then that’s all that matters, we want you to be happy.” Bucky added, Y/n falling into him, hugging him tightly as they cried in relief. The yelling would stop, the hugs would continue, and they could play out in the open with their favourite people.

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It's Not Easy Pt. 1 (Bradley Bradshaw x Reader)

Summary: You and Bradley were friends for years before you became more, and had to go through a lot of trials and heartache before that. You were always there for him when he needed you most. This is the story of how you grew to love Bradley, and how he grew to love you in return.

TW: Swearing, death, drinking, sort of nudity, SO MUCH CRYING. Sadness.

Friends to Lovers requested by @iefitzgerald-blog

I hope you guys like it, please comment and let me know 🥰 I love reading them.

*****

Ever since you could remember, Bradley Bradshaw had been in your life. There was hardly any time that you guys had spent apart since you met in fourth grade. It all started when you had been climbing up the ladder to use the monkey bars at recess. 

Small hands reached out to grab the warm metal, and you grunted with the effort of reaching the bar. Tommy Smith was waiting at the bottom of the ladder, yelling at you to GO! You were relatively small for a fourth grader, and had yet to successfully complete the monkey bars. Earlier, you had finally decided: today is the day.

Well, as it turns out, today was… not that day. All thanks to Tommy, who climbed up the ladder and pushed you off as hard as he could. With a shriek, you ended up landing on your left arm, pulling the muscle badly. Crying loudly, while the recess monitors made their way over, you glared up at Tommy through tears.

Your gaze quickly moved down to the ground, as the boy was ripped from the ladder and thrown into the wood chips himself. He looked up to see Bradley, staring down at him menacingly, and when the monitors finally approached, he began howling and screeching. Bradley ignored their loud questioning of him as he moved to help you up off the ground.

Bradley was not in your class, but you had seen him hanging out with the frog boys on the playground after lunch almost every day. He seemed nice, but he was shy. Sobbing, you hugged him; in need of comfort. He was much taller than you, which would become a major teasing point for the rest of your life.

The monitors grabbed all three of you, and marched you all to the office.

All three of the moms were called into the office that day, and after a long meeting with a lot of berating, you were all free to leave. Your mom was chatting with the school nurse, while you sat on the chair in the front office. Looking around, swinging your legs, you saw Bradley with his mom. She was so beautiful, and she spoke to Bradley with such kind words while he stared at his feet in shame. No, no, Bradley should not be in trouble for this, that would simply not do. 

Sliding off the chair, you ran your way over to Bradley and his mom. When he looked up to see you running to them, surprise lit up his face. Throwing yourself at him, you wrapped him in a hug while Carole laughed. 

“Thank you,” your lisp was heavy from your recently lost tooth.

Pulling away from Bradley, you heard your mom jogging behind you to catch up.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t see her leav–” she began to explain to Carole, who cut her off assuring her that you were more than welcome. Your mother thanked Carole for raising such a good boy, and thanked Bradley for sticking up for her daughter. You smiled at the boy, who smiled back at you, and how about that, you were both missing the same tooth.

That day ended with your mom taking the Bradshaws out for ice cream as a thank you, and you ended up chatting with Bradley about reptiles and planes. You became fast friends when you found out you both wanted to be pilots in the future. 

*****

To Carole and Maverick, who became like a second mom and a fun uncle to you, as well as a father figure to Bradley, the pair of you were chaotic. You were the next Maverick and Goose. Carole was extremely supportive of you in everything, but she kept her mouth shut when it came to yours and her sons desired professions. 

Maverick was the guy that the two of you called when you didn’t want to get caught but you needed help. 

There was one time that Bradley was walking you the mile and a half back to your house from his right before high school started, when some perverts catcalled you. You shouted and Bradley threw up the bird at them and they stopped down the road and pulled over. Both of you could have outran the track team, that’s how fast you ran. However, the two men were faster, and you both knew that; so you hid.

Weaving through the neighborhood, you ended up in a small shopping plaza where a family friend of yours owned a business. Booking it inside the small building, you ran up to the older woman; out of breath. 

“Mrs. Silver *huff* we need to *huff* hide *huff* please,” you begged, and she nodded quickly, pushing the two of you into the back room. When she closed the door you grabbed the phone, dialing Mav’s number; which you memorized from Bradley being over there so much, and handed it to the boy.

You heard the door open and the two men asking if Mrs. Silver had seen two kids come in here, which she denied. On the cameras that were situated in the small room, you watched them decide to browse the store's collection. You were trapped.

Bradley was explaining to Maverick what happened, and the aviator came to the rescue. He came as fast as he could. When you saw him pull up on his motorcycle on the camera that displayed the back of the store; you and Bradley made a break for it, shoving yourselves on the back of the bike. Needless to say, Carole never learned of that incident, and you and Bradley decided to go the long way home now. The only time you went back that way was to drop of flowers for Mrs. Silver and explain yourselves.

*****

When Carole received her diagnosis when the both of you were in eighth grade, Bradley was crushed. So were you, but you made it a point to always be there for him. A promise was made to yourself that you would never let him down or leave him alone when he needed someone. Sometimes that got you in trouble, but that was okay. You could honestly die for Bradley, and you’d be okay with that.

After the catcalling incident, when you both had finally started high school, you were placed in the same English class. Earlier that morning, Bradley had told you of some bad news. His mom wasn’t doing too well, and Mav was getting deployed for three months. (He also relayed to you that Mav wanted you both to house sit for him while he was gone, so we have to stop by after school). He was used to Mav getting deployed, but this time with his mom it just sucked. So when he got up to present his project, he looked understandably upset. He was somewhere in the middle of it when you got an idea. 

“...as we can see from this evidence, Benvolio is one of many characters that usually remain alive in Shakespeare plays to continue the story and to ‘pass on’ the informat– HA!” Bradley turned the laugh into a cough. When your teacher turned to look at you, knowing exactly who the culprit was, you dropped the ridiculous face you had made. You looked around to see where she was looking because WHAT? You were an angel, you had been listening to your best friend's presentation intently, what did she think you had done?

Bradley, without skipping a beat, continued on with his presentation like nothing had happened. When he sat down next to you, it was hard to contain your laughter but you both managed. When the bell rang, Bradley shoved you a little in the hallway for making him laugh; but he was cracking up. Internally, you agreed that you had met your goal and Bradley was now a little happier.

*****

It was snowing outside, and you were on February break from school. The gray sky was slowly dimming as evening rolled in. The book you were reading was just getting to the good part, and you were wrapped up in blankets. Reading was the thing that filled your time for the past three days. Bradley was with his mom, as her condition had worsened in quickly. You didn’t complain, it was important that he be with her. They were saying that they had a new treatment option for her, and that there was actually a good chance she would live once they started. They just had to get approval. You were going to see her tomorrow, and had drawn her a beautiful card to cheer her up. Knocking sounded on the door, and you called for it to be opened without looking up from your book.

“Hey,” your mom said, and you hummed in acknowledgement.

When she said nothing else, you finally looked up at your mom, who had tears in her eyes. Concern filled your face and you stood up off the bed, blankets falling to the floor.

“Mom, what’s g–” 

“It’s Carole,” she said, and she started to cry, “Pete just called me and said she passed away last night.” 

Two things happened to your body simultaneously. How they happened at the same time you did not know.

One, you began to breathe heavily, quickly, and panicking; and your body temperature felt like it dropped fifty degrees. Hands began to shake and legs wobbled like they were about to collapse from underneath you, despite the new weighted sensation that consumed them. There was no emotion, shock rolling in and covering your heart and head like a cloud. Denial was your sole thought at that moment. You felt like you were stuck, frozen, stiff.

Two, you snapped into overdrive. You grabbed your coat and ran past your mom, who called your name through her sobs. Ignoring your fathers shocked cry as you almost toppled him over, you ran around the corner and down the stairs; where your snow boots were waiting. 

The tears had begun to pour as you laced them up, sobs filling the house as you came to your senses, realizing she was gone. Your head went from empty to housing thoughts that flew through it faster than Maverick, Bradley, or yourself would ever. 

Out the door you went, not even registering the fact that your pajamas were hardly made for the cold. Your leggings only ran so high on your legs, and your tank top covered only so much. Ignoring the sting of the ice and snow, you began running as fast as you could. Your parents' shrieking echoed throughout your neighborhood as you took off into the snowy landscape, disappearing in the cover of the weather.

Maverick was shoveling snow, his porch light illuminating the quiet around him. The only sound was the scraping of the shovel on pavement as he cleared out the little driveway. Goose’s old Bronco sat in the garage now, unable to be housed at Caroles any longer. 

Bradley was inside, refusing to eat or drink anything yet, and although Maverick hated to see it, he couldn’t blame the kid. He had gone through the same thing with his mom, and once again with Goose. He knew Bradley wasn’t going to starve himself, in the end it would come down to necessity and he’d cave. If he didn’t, Mav would sit him down and make him. 

He froze, pausing the shovel in the snow for one second, cocking his head. He stood up straight and searched around into the snowy landscape. Odd, he thought he hear–

“Bradley!” came the faint call in the wind, and Mav ran out into the road, looking around. Was he going crazy? He heard it again, and this time he was able to place it as your voice. What the hell were you doing out here?! Your house was six miles away! He called your name, worry lacing his voice. 

“Mav!” you cried, and finally he saw you appear down the street, tiredly running in his direction. You looked like you were about to collapse, and he could hear your sobs reverberating through the snow. He began running down the street to meet you halfway, when your legs finally gave out. You had run six miles to Maverick’s house, in your pajamas. 

“Jesus!” he cursed, lifting you up from the snow and holding you in a hug. He let you cry, and then he quickly came to the realization that you needed to get inside immediately. You didn’t know why you ran, but you just needed to see Bradley. Your mom always refused to drive in the snow.

When the door opened, your sobbing had subsided for the most part, and he sat you down on the couch. He knew you wanted to see Bradley, but you had to warm up first, that was his first priority. He handed you a cup of coffee, the only warm thing immediately available in his house. Drinking it gratefully, it calmed your throat; and you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. 

Hair stuck to your head, both from sweat and snow; and the parts of your body that were exposed to the elements were bright red. Your clothes were soaked through. Gaze breaking away from the mirror, you peered up to the older gentlemen who gestured down the hall to the guest room that you and Bradley hung out in sometimes to do homework. 

Shivering, you mechanically stood and made your way over to the door. Gently knocking, you waited for a response. A quiet Bradley’s voice came through the door, and you opened it to see him sitting on the bed. 

Whatever daze he had been in for the past twenty four hours broke when he saw the condition you were in, and he immediately pulled you into a hug. It was less to comfort you, and more to bring the both of you together for the sake of each other. You were crying all over again, apologizing for his loss over and over, and he sobbed heavily into your shoulder. Vaguely, you could register the sound of Maverick talking on the phone in the kitchen; and you assumed he called your parents to let them know you weren’t dead. 

*****

Later that week, after Carole’s funeral, Bradley sat in the passenger seat of the Bronco waiting for Mav. Being only a freshman, he didn’t have his license yet so he couldn’t drive himself. His eyes were red and puffy, and they reflected back at him in the side mirror. Movement caught his eye, and he saw you approaching the vehicle; your black dress swallowing your usual fiery disposition whole. He opened the door, and you stepped into the space between the car and it. 

“Are you gonna be okay tonight?” you asked quietly, your nose still stuffed from the cold you had gotten from running in the snow. Since the incident, you had stayed almost every night that week at Mav’s house, despite your parents' protests. 

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Mav’s around, so,” he reassured, and offered a sad smile. He would be living with him now, since he was too young to inherit the property himself. Your hand reached out to hold his, and gave it a loving squeeze. Despite the heaviness of the day, his heart fluttered just a tad at the gesture. 

“If you need anything, let me know,” you stated, “‘cause you know I’ll be there. Even if I have to run to you.” Smirking, you leaned against the door.

“Please never do that again, you scared the crap out of Mav, AND me, AND your parents,” he begged. Bobbing your head, you agreed to his request, a sheepish expression appearing on your face. 

Calls of your name caught your attention, and you squeezed Bradley’s hand one more time before heading over to your own mother. For the rest of his life, Bradley Bradshaw would be eternally grateful for you.

*****

In the summer between your junior and senior year, Mav got deployed again. As per usual, you and Bradley were house sitting, except he lived there this time. Now that you were older, your mom didn’t quite enjoy the idea of you sleeping over at Mav’s with Bradley. It wasn’t like that, and if it was you’d be smart about it. Mav sure as hell didn’t care, he just didn’t want the two of you to be stupid about anything. Which is why he had three rules under his roof: If you drink, stay home. If you party, clean up and hide any damage. If you do it, wrap it. The last one had made you and Bradley blush. You never really partied, and neither did he. 

You did however, occasionally drink. Nothing heavy, just enough to make you tipsy and giggly. This time, Bradley was a little drunk, and when he wasn’t able to properly play SORRY! you put the board game away. After flopping down on the couch for a good hour doing nothing, you decided it was too hot and drinking was a mistake. 

Standing, you made your way to the bathroom in the small house. When Bradley asked where you were going, you told him you were going to shower because it was too damn hot. Closing the door, you silenced the sound of him blowing on his half empty beer bottle to make little musical notes. 

Turning the shower on cold, you undressed and hopped in for a few minutes. When you felt better, you turned the water off and stepped back out. That’s when you realized you didn’t bring a change of clothes or a towel. Grumbling, the t-shirt slipped over your head and your shorts back on and you were uncomfortable all over again. 

“Hey B?” you called from the bathroom, making your way out to the living room.

“Yeah? What’s up?” Bradley popped the p on the last word, turning to look at you. 

“Do you have a towel? There weren’t any in the bathroom and I don’t see any arou–” you stopped, noticing the way Bradley was staring and how his face became red. When he noticed that you caught onto his staring he looked away, and when you saw what he had been staring at, you shouted in surprise and covered your chest. 

“Oh my GOD! BRADLEY!” turning around to face away from him you stared down the hallway, still covering your chest. Your white shirt had become relatively see through from the water that was leftover from your shower and you were practically topless, your breasts were hardly hidden. It was your turn to go red. 

“I’m SORRY! The towels are in the laundry room!” he squeaked from behind you. 

Twenty minutes later, when you were all dried off and not see through, you awkwardly shuffled out into the living room. You were thankful Mav was not here, but it was still awkward having to sit next to Bradley. Looking everywhere but you, he couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact. Finally, he spoke up, breaking the silence.

“If it helps, they were very nice,” he choked, and you simply put your head in your hands, groaning in embarrassment.

*****

All of the shenanigans and hard moments led up to the defining moments of your friendship, when it fully hit Bradley just how much you cared for him.

Menacing music filled the dark living room along with the sound of rain pounding outside, and you had wrapped yourself in the crochet throw blanket Carole had given you years ago before she died. On the screen of the tv in front of you was a relatively new horror movie, which you had rented from Blockbuster. One of the main characters was walking through an empty house, which was too quiet for your liking. The popcorn bowl that was next you tipped over as you leaned in subconsciously. Suddenly, thunder boomed and lightning lit up the room. If that didn’t make you jump, the aggressive knock at the door did. Yelping from surprise and turning off the TV, you took a moment to compose yourself and make your way over to the door. 

When the door creaked open, you were met with Bradley. Opening his mouth to speak, he just couldn’t find the words to do so. The poor kid didn’t even seem to register the pouring rain soaking him through his henley shirt. Where was his coat? The spring rain in Virginia had to be freezing. Yanking him in by his hand to get him out of the rain and the dim porch light, you were suddenly just as soaked as he was when he wrapped you into a bone crushing hug. On any other occasion you would be screaming for him to let go of you, to stop soaking your own clothes and chilling you to the bone. This time, something stopped you.

Bradley was crying. Your arms were held out into space while your brain caught up with them, and when you finally fully registered what was happening you pulled them around him tightly. He could only cry harder, and being a good friend you didn’t question it; only rubbed his back to soothe the tall boy. You’re not sure how long the two of you stood there, but when he began shivering you pulled him off you. Tenderly bringing a hand up to his face, pressing it into his ice cold skin to warm him a little, you began your instruction.

“I’m not sure what’s going on Bradley, but you’re shivering and I don’t want you to get sick,” you whispered, remembering how miserable you were from the snow, your eyes kind, “I have three questions for you: Do you need to stay here tonight? Do you have extra clothes? Did you eat anything tonight?”

While you asked these questions, he quietly nodded, and then shook his head. 

Yes. No. No. 

It was your own turn to nod now, and you gently pulled him upstairs by his frozen hands, leading him to the bathroom. You turned the water on for a nice warm shower, and pulled out a towel for Bradley. He sat on the toilet, simply looking dazed; like he was all cried out. Knowing now was not the time to ask questions, you pulled out your brother's shampoo from the closet. Since he left for college, you had removed all of his items from the shower to prevent clutter. 

“I’ll leave some clothes for you, if you want to hop in the shower now,” you directed him, and he nodded as you closed the door. 

Quickly, you moved throughout your house. Grabbing a pair of pants and a shirt from your brother’s room, you made your way back to the bathroom door. Knocking gently, you called to Bradley in the shower that you were opening the door just to drop the clothes off and that you would have your eyes closed. After completing that task, you made your way into the basement, where your mom sat at her desk in her office. 

“Mom?” you called, and she looked up from her computer, “Bradley is here, I’m not sure what happened but he needs a place to stay tonight. He’s really upset. I made him take a quick shower because he was wet and cold.” She looked surprised, and you shut her down before she could start. 

“Remember how Maverick helped me, Mom, we owe Bradley the same kindness,” the words came out strongly. Before she could ask you questions, you were already gone. She would have to be fine with it. 

Grabbing the phone, you called in an order for a pizza, Bradley’s favorite. Even if he wasn’t hungry, it would be there for him. Since you didn't live that far from the pizza place, it came within twenty minutes, and just as you closed the door the water shut off. Normally you’d have been banging on the door by now. 

“You’re wasting all the hot water, Bradshaw!” you’d shout at him, and he’d just sing louder. It was a common occurrence for you both after swimming days. Nothing was normal right now, and Bradley didn’t make a peep from the shower.

Frowning, paper plates and napkins in hand, you turned to place them on the table and saw Bradley standing there quietly. Your brother’s clothes were far too big on him, but they would do. 

“If you’re hungry there's pizza,” squeaking, you gestured lamely to the warm box, “It’s your favorite.” He nodded, and sat down at the table. Before he could even reach out, you already had a slice on the plate for him. Another thing popped into your head, and you moved back into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, which Bradley chugged gratefully. 

Finally sitting down in the warm light of your dining area, the pair of you sat in silence. You would only ask him to speak if he wanted to. Instead, you watched him pick at the pizza, taking only a few bites. He would eat the rest tomorrow you were sure. Finally, he looked up to meet your eyes and your heart broke.

“My, uhm–” he stuttered, “My application to the naval academy got pulled.” Your eyes widened ever so slightly and the boy reached out to grab your hand, as if to steady himself in order to explain. He was looking back down at the pizza again. 

“My uncl– Pet–... Maverick pulled them,” he finished, his voice shaky again. Your thumb was lazily running circles into his shivering hand. 

“Oh,” you whispered, stunned that Mav would do such a thing, and your friend only bobbed his head to confirm that yes, that is what I just said. 

Not wanting to pressure him to speak resulted in silence once more, and when you saw a tear fall from his eye, you stood. Wrapping your arms around him again, he could only shudder; still too emotional to not cry, but too exhausted to continue. Eventually, Bradley mumbled something about sleep, and you were showing him around your room. You knew if your brother found out Bradley slept in his bed he would have a conniption fit, so you opted for the couch to give your friend at least some comfort tonight. You sat on top of the covers while he had crawled underneath, and within half an hour he was out like a light and so were you. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat woke you from your light sleep, and your eyes looked immediately to Bradley, who was still out. Then, you noticed your mother standing in the doorway, tapping her foot quietly. 

Slipping off your bed, you quietly gestured for her to leave the room and that you would follow. Closing your door quietly, your mother waited expectantly in the living room. She didn’t enjoy your familiarity with Bradley, nervous that it would result in some kind of scandalous activities that she didn’t approve of. It got worse the older you two became. She loved Bradley, she had to, I mean he was a good boy. But she never liked the closeness at your age behind closed doors. Even though you weren’t under the covers, the door was open, you were both clothed, and he was asleep.

She opened her mouth to speak, and you put your hand up to stop her. Explaining what happened, her eyes filled with sympathy and understanding for the boy. When you informed her that you would figure it all out tomorrow, she nodded, respecting how mature you were about it and the boundaries you had set. When you asked to use the computer, she agreed. Thank God that conversation went fast. You felt bad for hardly letting her speak tonight, but it was just too much right now. 

Looking at the clock, you noted that the time was now two in the morning. Regardless, you went downstairs and got to work. Looking up as much information as you could using the computer and phone book, you called several universities in Virginia. Virginia Commonwealth, James Madison, University of Virginia, Virginia Tech, and others. You left voicemails since no office was obviously open, asking to receive information packets sent to your address about undergraduate programs and any ROTC programs they might have. Around four thirty, you must have fallen asleep at your mother’s desk, because your dad was shaking you awake with a cup of coffee in his hand. 

“Hey, bubba,” he said quietly, using the nickname he gave you when you were a baby, his eyebrows stuck together, “what are you doing down here?”

In your groggy state, you quickly recounted the night before to your father, explaining that you had called some colleges for Bradley while he slept upstairs. The man before you nodded, the wheels in his head turning. You had always been resourceful, never being one to sit still and wait for a solution to present itself. Wanting to give Bradley options, you had made a list of possible ways into the Navy that didn’t include the academy. 

Standing, you made your way back upstairs, and flopped onto the couch. Your clothes were still damp from the night before, and now you were freezing from the cold basement. Regardless of your discomfort, you drifted back into sleep easily. You had done enough for now. You weren't sure how to tell Bradley that your application had been accepted, but there was no way in hell you were going to leave him behind. There was still the chance you would be rejected, anyway. 

At eight in the morning, you finally rolled off the couch. By accident. Now that you were sufficiently awake, you sat up to see Bradley holding a bowl of cereal with a smirk on his face. 

“You did not just see me roll off the couch,” you stated, matter of fact. He shrugged.

“I saw what I saw, but whatever you say,” he grinned, taking another bite. At least he seemed like he was doing better.

You weren’t offended that he was rummaging through your cabinets before you were awake, he practically lived there and always cleaned up after himself. Standing to grab yourself some food, you took a few bites of your Lucky Charms before getting down to business. 

“When you went to bed last night, I got to work,” you began, and Bradley gave you his full attention. 

“So you can’t attend the naval academy because Maverick pulled your papers?” you clarified, making sure your late night crusade wasn’t for naught.

“Yes,” he confirmed.

“You still want to fly? Even if it’s going to be hard?” you asked him.

“Of course, I want to be up there like my dad was,” he sighed, “I just don’t really know what to do now, or where to start.”

“Good thing you have me as a friend,” smirking, you grabbed his hand and brought him downstairs where your mom was typing on the computer. When she saw Bradley, she gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Hi Bradley, how are you doing?” she asked him, and he shrugged.

“I’m okay Ma’am, I’m just trying to figure things out right now,” he assured her, assuming you caught her up on everything last night. 

You returned from behind her desk with a small stack of note paper that had been ripped out from a spiral journal. Waving Bradley to return upstairs with you, he thanked your mother for letting him stay over and followed you.

“These are your options,” you handed him the small stack of papers, which he began looking at, “I have information coming in the mail soon from colleges in Virginia. Basically, if you went to college and did ROTC, you could be commissioned as an officer.” 

He stared at all the little papers, reading through all the specific information you had collected carefully. He was quiet for a long time until he finally spoke up.

“You did this all last night? I came here at like ten o’clock, what time were you up until?”

“I think four thirty? My dad woke me up at five and I came back up here,” you said, like it was no big deal. It really wasn’t.

“What do you mean up here? Did you fall asleep at your mom’s desk?” he sounded like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. 

“Yeah? It’s really not that big of a deal, Bradley,” brushing it off, you didn’t want him to feel bad, but when he crushed you into another hug you couldn’t help but tear up a little.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” his voice cracked slightly, and you hugged him tighter, “I don’t deserve you.” Your heart jumped at his statement, but you ignored it.

Bradley realized in that moment just how much you did for him, and how much you cared for him and how much he cared for you. He was never more thankful to have you in his life than he was at that moment.

When he pulled away, you tried to ignore the way he held onto you a little longer and the way he stared at you.

“Yes you do, Bradley,” shaking your head, “don’t say that.”

He finally pulled away completely and began to look at the notes once more, he moved his head up and down, agreeing with what he was seeing.

“I can do it,” he said, eyes shining, “I can work with this.”

You never doubted it for a second that he would be able to be up there with his dad, and now you didn’t have to leave him behind. There was still much to do, but this was a start. That’s when the phone rang, an all too familiar number lighting up the caller ID screen.

*****

Part 2

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[girlgerard]

I find it very funny that people on twitter try to “cancel” you because of your analysis of gerards relation to gender and try to call it transphobic and obsessiv when they spend their free time analysing every interaction g and frank have in an acrually creepy way and unironically ship frerard. Like it’s hell over there and honestly them insulting u was my last straw leaving mcr twt because omg how brain dead can ppl be

i mean the reality is that whenever something big happens and there’s this massive communal feeling of excitement and shock, there’s going to be a kind of rubber band backlash? and honestly a lot of it is justified i think! i wasn’t online much yesterday, just let my queue run and would post during the show, and i didn’t see the general tone of where the tide had turned on talking about nashville. now that i have, the way people are treating it actually makes me extremely uncomfortable. i use this blog as an emotional vent sort of, like a fun little journal to yell all of my thoughts into without much actual tether to reality. i’m not constructing a literal thesis on my blog. my worst nightmare is any of this actually affecting people in real life. so i actually agree with a lot of the discomfort people feel over how some are reacting to nashville. now that my head’s a bit clearer it also makes me feel a bit gross, because it’s bridging over into shit from 2011 and we can’t go back to that

i do think that a tumblr blog getting ragged on by twitter is very ironic lol but like. if people want to unfollow that’s totally okay! you never have to explain yourself or try and rally a crowd, like it’s literally fine. and in many ways i understand. i’m actually cringing really hard right now at how some people are taking some of my posts from the past week because they’re taking them as if i’m genuinely posing like. a bedrock theory. which is fucked. so i’m kind of slowing down on posting just because i’d feel sick if this ever got out of control.

overall the whole situation will blow over thank god, it kind of already has a bit, and i’m just going to draw back for the time being. i’d never want to dampen the complete joy and fun and silliness that was nashville. my feelings about that show have not changed; my reaction to how people are taking it has.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

It’s so crazy to me that people seem to think big writers need to justify their popularity by reading and recommending other fics, as if you somehow owe us your blog as a democratic space?

I feel like this will make you blush/scoff as a comparison but you see it all the time with female celebs, especially young ones. They’re not allowed to just be well-liked for being really talented in their chosen craft, they have to dedicate half their time to being humble and grateful, and if they don’t they’re rude and entitled and don’t deserve their popularity. I feel like something similar is happening here with these anons.

Smaller writers/anons in general need to realise that just because someone’s blog is popular, it doesn’t make it public property. They have no claim to it.

Also it would be a real shame in my opinion if you had less time for writing because you felt obliged to spend more time reading and recommending!

the comparison definitely made me scoff haha, but it’s a well made point! like I said before, with a previous blog/fandom I wrote for, I was continuously made to feel like I was supposed to running some sort of newsletter? or website? an advertisement service? idk.

and it’s nowhere near as bad now, but this “anon” that’s making the rounds on the blogs of talented writers reeks of self entitlement. I truly enjoy writing, more so than ever, so I like using my free time for it too! but the guilt trips that can come with not reblogging and reviewing everything on the SH/EM tag? 😬

what happens if I fall ill? if I have a baby soon? i’m sure i’ll be yelled at for lacking in updates as well. i’ve found that I can’t please everyone all the time and at the end of the day, i’m doing this for fun and for free, just like almost every other writer on here. leave us be, let us breathe, you know?

#loving these open and frank discussions we’re having of late! #ask