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ilythena · 3 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 || 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

★SUM as you begin to get closer to graduating, you realize that things are way different than you planned them to be.

Fem! Reader, Platonic Hughes brothers x reader, the reader is younger than Luke making her the youngest, fears of loneliness, and anxiety, readers nickname is mini, reader is in high school! they’re pictured as siblings but whether or not they are actually biologically related is not mentioned.

♪ Prom - SZA

Looking around at all the bright lights shining from the ceiling, you can see the way everyone is happy and dancing and you can’t help but feel a deep fear in your stomach.

Earlier today, you and your friends were walking around and the topic of colleges and careers came up. You already knew what you wanted to be, having your college and major picked out just in case hockey didn’t work out for you but you doubted that you’d fail to become a pro in the sport industry.

But as everyone went around you realized that everyone is changing, and that nobody in your group wanted to do anything remotely similar to the person next to them. One friend wanted to move to Miami while the other wanted to try doing studies abroad all the way across the world.

You knew you weren’t the best at making friends, and you worked hard to even get to know the ones you do have now. That gut eating feeling that despite how hard you worked to become liked, it didn’t matter because you would have to do it all over again.

Having a group of boys bump into you and bring you back to reality, you realize the room suddenly feels claustrophobic, too many people around you and not enough air, everyone seems to know everyone and you’re just standing there, unsure of where to turn.

Your friend, Angie, notices your sudden change in mood and gently drags you outside for some air with two of your other friends, iris and Lucas, follow behind you guys. “Earth to y/n? You there?” Angie says and you can feel your throat closing up on you before you can do anything.

Tears stinging your eyes and you let out the loudest sob you might’ve ever let out in your entire life. “What happened?! Did someone touch you?? I’ll beat them up right now!” Iris immediately spit out, and Lucas had to tell her to take the calm approach.

You tried to tell them what was wrong but you didn’t know how to say it. Words weren’t coming to your mind and you could barely breath, heavy sobs and snotty tears running down your face and all three of your friends didn’t know what to do. Lucas got a sudden idea, “do you need me to call Quinn for you?” He said and you immediately shouted out a “yes!” With your voice wavering.

He unlocked your phone and pressed Quinn’s contact and just as the phone was about to be sent to voicemail, Quinn answered.

“Hey, aren’t you busy? Why’re you calling-“ “hi. It’s her friend, Lucas? I’m not too sure if you remember me…….but that’s not important!” He said quickly bringing himself back on track

Quinn was sitting on the couch when your contact popped up on his phone. Didn’t think anything of it, hell, he didn’t even know you were calling until he felt the vibration of it in his pocket.

He had to pause playing uno with Jack and Luke to answer the phone, and now that your friend was on your phone instead of you, Quinn immediately knew something was up.

“Um, y/n’s having like some type of break down right now, and she’s so red in the face I think she’s gonna make herself pass out.” Lucas says and Quinn doesn’t hesitate to jump up and ask where you all were. Lucas said that you were all still at the school in the courtyard and that’s all he needed to know before jumping in his car. Obviously, not without an extremely worried Luke in the back and a concerned Jack in the passenger seat.

Quinn got there so fast you would think he had ran every single red light to get to you, and as soon as he saw you, he gently got you up on your feet from the ground and got you in the car. He had the courtesy to see if your friends were okay as well, but they said they were going back inside and that they hope you’re okay.

Jack looks back from his seat and his heart breaks at your distressed state. “Y/n, what happened?” He asked and you still didn’t say anything, just had your sobbing die down into small cries and clinging onto Luke who would’ve provided you the comfort anyways.

As Quinn gives you a random water bottle that you have no idea where it came from, you dont question it and take a few sips. “I’m so scared.” You suddenly say and Luke looks at you puzzled. “Scared of what, mini?” And you suddenly get embarrassed. “I totally overreacted and ruined my whole night over something so stupid.” You groan and throw your head back with a red face.

“It can’t be stupid if you’re scared of it. We won’t judge you” Quinn says gently and Jack nods in agreement. “…..it’s just….. I’m scared of moving on? I guess? I don’t know how to say it…” you say meekly and Luke nods for you to continue.

“I don’t wanna start this stuff all over again. Like, when I started high school I was alone and I didn’t even make my first friend until my sophomore year. And now to know that I have to do it all over again? I’m scared. I don’t want people to think I’m weird, or that I’m unapproachable.” You sigh out and Luke rubs your back in support.

“It won’t be that bad. I know it seems like a lot, but you’ll meet the right people at the right time.” Quinn reassures you as he makes a turn into the driveway of their parents home.

You thank god that they’re not home so you just walk into the house and straight into your room with embarrassment hanging off you.

After a few moments later, all three brothers walk into your room with your favorite food, and you give them a small smile as they make themselves comfortable.

Jack wastes no time immediately snuggling up next to you, as apparently “your bed was more comfortable than his” as he said himself. Luke also wanted to join in on the fun apparently and as he puts the food on your nightstand, he plops himself on top of you and Quinn couldn’t help but laugh at your squeak of “get off me!”

Luke doesn’t budge and simply looks at you, and after a heartbeat of silence, he reaches for a French fry. “We love you y/n. I know I didn’t say much but……I love you!” He said and you smack him on the top of his head as he rolled onto the other side of you.

“Yeah same. Don’t be afraid to tell us anything, even if Quinn is the best at comforting you….” Jack says and you immediately agree with a disagreeing Luke. “I’m physical comfort!” He protest while you and him get into a playful argument and Quinn just stares at the three of you.

“Quinn? You gonna jump into y/n’s bed too or no? It’s too comfortable. Honestly I can fall asleep right now.” Jack says and you scoot your legs up so Quinn could have a place to relax too. And at the look of your eyes waiting for him, how could he say no to his favorite sibling?

After Quinn lays down, definitely more gently than the other two, you reach for your remote and look for a movie that all three of you could watch.

Your parents finally come home and see all four of their children snuggled up into one bed, and your mom coos at the sight while your father smiles.

I actually hate how I ended this…but I’m sick and really wanted to get something out! 🤍

#jack hughes #x reader #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x you #nhl x reader #nhl x y/n #nhl x you #luke hughes x you #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes x you #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #hughes brothers #fanfic #ꨄ angie’s works.

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derangedanomaly · 1 month

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Bad Sans with a Tall Thick S/O I mean tall to the point they are at boob level (idk if this'll apply to horror but she can be at his chest level but she's still tall af)

Sounds like a dream to me- WOAH!!! WHO SAID THAT??!

MASTERLIST

BAD SANSES X READER

THEM BEING AT YOUR BOOB LEVEL

WARNING: Established relationship, suggestive?, Not proofread!

NIGHTMARE:

It isn't the first time he finds himself in this kind of predicament.. and it certainly isn't the last one either.

You can't help but stare down at him in slight concern, yes, that is the Nightmare you're concerned about, but still- he was acting very uncharacteristic. He was just staring at your chest area, almost frozen in spot... "Night? Dear..?" He didn't respond to your voice immediately, gaze still glue to your chest. "Are you feeling ok?" His gaze finally snapped to your face instead, as he blinked a several times. "Sometimes, I wonder if you rile me up on purpose..." He finally slurred out as he coughed a few times, clearing his throat.

You wore a tight fitting dress, that hug your curves perfectly. (I'm leaving the dress completely to your own imagination, except for the tight part! ^^) Maybe, you were wearing this on purpose, but you weren't gonna reveal that. You had quite the fun doing this to Nightmare, he looked like he had a hard time composing himself.

All you did next, was simply leave. Leaving him with his new problem. You flash him a smirk before finally going to your shared room. So that's how it is, well if that's the case, he'll have to go make a punishment for you.

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KILLER:

"Kills..." Nothing.

"Kiiillls!" Not even a budge.

"GODDAMMIT KILLER!" Ah, finally. He seemed to snap out of his gaze at your boobs. He stared at you wide eyed, as he wiped his mouth from any drool. Yes, that's right, he tends to drool during his stares..

You were wrapped in your towel, holding a pair of pants and a shirt. You've just gotten out of the shower, and Killer decided to go in the bathroom at this moment. It's like he has a radar for this..

You can't help but shake your head at him. "You're always so frozen on the spot during your unmoving gaze at my chest." Killer smirked at your remark, as he grasped your hip. "But you like it...right?" Of course you do.. how can you ever deny him when he gives you his pouting look?

"Don't give me that... I was about to get dressed!" You try to avoid his question, as you remembered that you're still unclothed. Killer's smirk has just gotten wider, if it's even possible. Oh no...looks like this'll be a long night... There goes your relaxation!

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DUST:

"You're so beautiful..." You can't help but flush at Dust's compliment, as you avert your gaze away from him.

You've just met up with Dust for a date. You're wearing a black dress, while Dust's wearing a tuxedo. How noble.

You giggle a little when you notice how he's trying to refrain from staring at your chest area. He's so considerate.

"S-Something funny, sweetie?" You awe at his nickname, and hold his hand. "You're just so cute... You know, if you want... You can stare." You lean in to whisper the last part to him, ending it with a simple wink. His cheeks flushed purple, as he let out a shuddered sigh

Dust seemed to melt at your consent, almost as if he's been craving it. "Thank you, sweetie, you have no idea how difficult it was..." You giggle yet again, squeezing his hand slightly.

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HORROR:

Horror beams at you, as you make your way over to him. "What's up bee?" He let out a short laugh at your nickname. He then points to an apron, also motioning to his own, wrapped around him. "You want to cook together?" He excitedly nods, holding a spatula in his hand. "Why not?"

You try to stiffle a giggle when he reaches over to you and holds you up. You'd say you're pretty tall... So you always get baffled when you see Horror's height. There's probably no one, other than the people in his AU, that can rival his height. Everyone probably looks like bugs to him.

"Hey, bee?" He hums, while chopping the meat. "What's the secret to your height?" His movements stopped, as he looked over at you, seemingly confused. "Well...I mean- compared to you, I'm pretty short, and that's saying something, so-" he's so quick that you almost jump when he's suddenly in front of you, holding your cheeks. "...Pretty tall..."are the only words that leaves his mouth, before giving you a kiss.

He skips away happily to the counter, while you sit there, cheeks flared up red, and out of words.

★

Feel like this sucks ngl. But still, hope it's to your liking ^^

#undertale fandom #sans undertale #undertale #sans x reader #horror sans x reader #nightmare sans x reader #dust sans x reader #killer sans x reader

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frvnkcastles · 4 months

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hello my love!!! i was wondering if i could request a fic with a reader who finds it hard to accept affection (even though she loves and craves it), especially in public getting super embarrassed and thinking everyone is staring and judging because why would someone like FRANK be with someone like them??? but frank is just determined at all times to show how much he cares and knows to respect boundaries but also how to push back a little and open the reader up to accepting open affection more. idk if that makes sense? i'm sorry if it doesn't

WITH MY TUNNEL VISION ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You struggle with affection, but Frank is determined to give it to you.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, anxiety, feminine nicknames

Word count: 1.3k

Author’s note: I loved this request so much and I was so worried about not doing it justice, but I tried my best!! I hope you like it :)

Even months after you and Frank had more or less officially started dating, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were. He saw himself as someone damaged and broken, but you thought he was the greatest man you had ever gotten to know, and admired him from inside out. He was caring and protective and no doubt easy on the eyes — and most days, you appreciated that wholeheartedly. Some days, you felt insecure. Full of doubt and wonder that he would choose to be with you, and that only heightened whenever you were out in public together.

So, when Curtis and his girlfriend invited you and Frank to a bar for a night out, you were stressed to say the least. You felt completely out of place, like you had no business being by Frank’s side, his arm casually over your shoulders as he laughed at whatever Curtis had just said.

”You okay?” Frank’s deep voice cut through the buzz in your head, and when he ducked down to brush his lips against your forehead, you instinctively dodged — and in an instant, guilt rushed into your system and you could physically feel the air getting awkward. ”Hey, what’s wrong?” Frank added with a frown, unsure where the hesitation was coming from. You had been fine before going out, not a single sign of being mad at him to be seen, and his kisses well-received.

”I’m gonna get another drink”, you evaded the question, and as you turned for the bar, you could feel their eyes on you. That was the feeling you had wanted to avoid — like you were being watched and judged, and here it was, anyway.

You weren’t by yourself for very long. As soon as you were seated by the bar, Frank was following and leaning against the counter to catch your wandering eyes. ”Sweetheart”, he grunted, tilting his head to meet your gaze, ”talk to me.”

Inhaling sharply, you glanced at him before returning your eyes to the bartender mixing your drink. ”You know what’s wrong”, you insisted, but when Frank just stared back at you, you sighed. ”It’s the… affection. Feels weird in public”, you explained further, and with realization dawning on his face, he slowly nodded.

Hell, he hadn’t been the most touchy person, either. But something about you had made it feel safe and secure again, like it was okay for him to be happy and show that to everyone else.

”Baby… ’m sorry, I… shit, yeah, I do remember you mentionin’ that”, he cleared his throat, watching you closely and aching to touch you. ”How come you don’t like it?” Frank wondered with a tone of sincerity, not trying to push your buttons but to understand you better — and as much as you wanted to be frustrated, you understood that.

”I dunno”, you shrugged, but you already knew he wasn’t going to take that for an answer. ”I guess I just feel like people will stare. And—and judge me”, you went on, and with an incredulous chuckle, Frank knitted his eyebrows together.

”Judge you?” he repeated with confusion, and nodding, you drew a generous sip from your drink.

”Yeah, you know, just… you’re… you. And I’m just me. And why would you choose to be with me, right? Everyone can see it. You could do so much better and I swear, if people see you kissing me, they’ll just wonder what you’re doing with me, wasting your time on me”, you rambled, and by the end of your rant, you were flustered and looking around to make sure you hadn’t been too loud. Even now, with Frank only inches away from you, you were sure eyes were on you.

Frank processed your words for a moment. ”Hey, you know that’s total bullshit, right?” he spoke finally, giving you a grave look, his curious smile long gone. ”If anything, people will wonder what a stunner like you is doing with an ugly mug like mine. And even if that were the case, I don’t really fuckin’ care what other people think. You’re my girl, and no one else matters”, he defended you, seething at the mere idea of someone looking at you wrong.

”Did ya see someone starin’? ’Cause you know I’ll fight ’em”, he changed his tone suddenly, glancing around to pinpoint any lurkers, but you quickly placed a calming hand on his forearm.

”I didn’t. It’s just my anxieties, that’s all”, you sighed in defeat, and taking in a breath, Frank turned back to you and nodded.

”And you know it’s all lies, right? Just your head tryna mess with my girl”, he pointed out, and as much as you wanted to justify your fears somehow, you couldn’t help but admit he was right.

”So, here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna agree on a safeword that you can use if it gets too much. Until you say it, I’mma dote on you ’til you’re spoiled rotten, ’cause I wanna show you how much I goddamn admire you and I don’t really care who’s around to see”, he proposed, and with a smile curving your lips back up, you stared at him in disbelief — here he was proving yet again that he was everything.

”Deal.”

You tried your very best to tolerate the public displays of affection, because truthfully, you wanted them. You craved his touch and his attention, and behind closed doors, you were hungry for it. So you tried to extend the same courtesy out and about, pushing your own limits because deep down you knew he was right about other people not mattering.

And the greatest part was seeing how happy Frank was. You were the first serious relationship he had found himself in since Maria and it had taken him a long time to relearn how to be in one. But slowly, he had unraveled what worked for him and you, and discovered that he really, really wanted to show his girl off.

So whenever you were out, he made sure to hold your hand or have his arm around your shoulders. Every now and then he would lean in to kiss your forehead or cheek, sometimes even lips, and you were learning how to lean in instead of pull away.

A month later you were back at the same bar with Curt and his girlfriend, on a night when it was especially busy. Frank could tell you were nervous, but trusting in the progress you had made together, he kept you close to him.

”So, things are good?” Curtis queried while Frank was getting you a new drink, and with a beaming smile, you nodded.

”Things are great. He makes me really happy”, you chuckled sheepishly, and just in time, Frank appeared from behind you, handing over your drink.

”Who’s the lucky guy?” he grinned, and softly nudging him, you snorted.

And then, as if it was the most natural thing, you thanked him for the drink by giving him a kiss, and as soon as your lips left his, you could see the amazed stare in his eyes. Immediately, you realized what you had done, and you opened your mouth to say something, but panic washed over you and you were rendered speechless.

”No, no, baby, it’s okay. You did good. You did perfectly”, Frank breathed out, his eyes full of love as he leaned down to cup your cheeks and kiss your nose and jaw and forehead. ”No one’s lookin’, I promise. It’s just you and me, right?” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

You caught your breathing and managed a nod, and when you glanced at Curtis and found him preoccupied with his girlfriend, relief washed over you. ”Yeah, it’s okay”, you swallowed when you looked around, confirming that truly, no one cared. No one was judging.

”Love you”, Frank spoke quietly before leaving a kiss right next to your ear, and squeezing his hand, you dropped your head on his shoulder.

”Love you.”

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

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flowerinjuries · 1 year

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Heyoo, can you do yuta as bf just like the one you did for Mark?

yuta as a boyfriend <3

the soft side:

oh this guy was crushing on you so hard before you two started actually dating

to him it was like love at first sight

did not hesitate to be a flirt

i’m sure he asked you out in a cheesy romantic way with flowers and a huge grin on his face

at the start of the relationship he’s just really giggly and soft

holds doors open for you

he likes to take candid pics of you because you’re just so cute

he just wants to remember the small moments spent with you

he definitely shows you off

loves seeing you wear something sexy and acting confident when you two go out

such a laid back boyfriend

he knows you’re his so he doesn’t really get jealous besides you both know no one can fuck you better than yuta

anyways you definitely love bragging about him to your friends

they all agree he’s so good to you and makes you so happy

yuta is lowkey a romantic

loves doing traditional things like holding your hand and paying for you

he’s also like your personal chauffeur

loves to go on long destination-less drives with you

especially at sundown and nighttime

you know his hand is gripping your thigh as you sit in his passenger seat

this man glances over at you 24/7 just to soak in and memorize your beauty

like i said he’s really laid back

you two will have dates where you just sit on the couch listening to a new album or watching a scary movie so he can hold you when you’re scared even though he also is scared

he gets so excited when you ask him personal questions or show interest in him

he just adores your attention and loves spending time with you

has all sorts of nicknames for you like baby, angel, sweetheart, dolly.. the list goes on

he’s so fragile with you and your feelings

wipes your tears away and coddles you

he always has your back and is never afraid to stand up for you

he’s your personal hype man so he’s always cheering you on and always takes your side

loves to smother you with his hugs

you act like you’re annoyed or you can’t breathe but in reality being this close to him gives you an excuse to really take in his warmth and his amazing scent

idk why but i just know this man smells so fucking good ok

that’s why you never sleep on your own side of the bed

you just have to be as close to yuta as possible

he doesn’t mind though, he always welcomes you with open arms

he’s so cute when he’s all sleepy

random thought but i think yuta definitely wears a necklace with your name or initial on it

needs the whole world to know you’re his

and he’s just so confident too

especially since you two started dating

you definitely gave him an ego boost

i could go on and on but i feel like this is getting too long…

overall yuta is the sweetest most perfect boyfriend who you just get along with so well

all he does is uplift you and push you to do your best and be proud of who you are

yeah he’s perfect

the not-so-soft side (nsfw/18+):

a fucking sex god

the definition of brat tamer

no you’re never gonna dom this man

maybe he’ll let you, but it won’t last long

he’s super freaky and super down to try anything you want to

first and foremost he prioritizes your safety and comfort

don’t forget your safe word

ok yuta has a lot of kinks

did i mention he’s a brat tamer?

don’t you dare piss him off

piss him off anyway though because then you’ll have the best sex of your life lol

he’s sadistic and loves angry sex

i said he’s not jealous, but when he’s fucking you he is sooooo possessive

“scream my name again, yeah? remind everyone who fucking owns you”

“you think he could ever fuck you as good as me? huh? do you? what a good fucking joke, y/n. let’s see who will be laughing when i fuck you so hard you can’t even make a noise other than the sound of my name leaving your dry, fucked-out throat”

yeahhhhhhh

he probably fingers you with his cold silver rings still on

he likes when you tug on his hair, but he likes it more when he’s pinning your wrists down

likes it when you really can’t move :(

so that’s why he’s super into bondage

has cute pink rope he ties around your skin so tight it bruises

gags you with your own panties

after he has a taste of course

yuta gets what he wants first

loves to fuck you with his tongue

you ride his face while your hands are tied either behind your back or handcuffed to the bed

ok that’s enough

he wants to fuck your throat

“god stop fucking crying over this. how’s it gonna be once i finally fuck your sopping wet hole? what are you gonna do then? such a fucking cry baby. you can barely take what i’m giving you now, so why should i give you more?”

smacks your ass until it’s red

grips the back of your neck and forces your face into the mattress so he hears your muffled screams

just imagine him fucking into you at a really hard and fast pace as the cold necklace with your name on it hits his chest back and forth

if only you could see it though ;)

he grunts really loudly

he has such a filthy mouth

he just gets angry when his baby is bratty

someone has to put you in your place

warns you to never make him angry again after he cums all over you

you give him a look with your wet puppy eyes that promise that you’ll be good

but you both know you’re gonna act up again

yuta is the king of aftercare

cleans you up with warm towels and runs you a bubble bath

washes your hair and body for you as your body goes limp in the tub

kisses your cheeks

maybe gives you a massage too

dresses you in your pjs

combs your hair and sings you to sleep softly as you two face each other

yuta is perfect

crying

thanks for reading! as always, asks are open! don’t hesitate to send me any thoughts you have :)

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nanis4thewin · 5 months

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quackity being a dad headcanons because there has been too many baby tiktoks that give me baby fever

i think if you were both hispanic or both speak spanish fluently, he would want his kid to speak it too as their first langauge. If not and you dont speak spanish or arent hispanic and speak a different langauge , he would teach them english because its a common ground between the both of you, but he’d teach his kid spanish later when they are more like 5 or 6, teaching them common things to say.

loves your kid to death. like so so so so much. If he’s working or doing school (im not sure if he finished yet), he would carrying the kid in his lap. Or he loves hearing his baby giggle when he does something funny. and seeing the babys smile melts his heart

when the baby cries, it would break his heart. I think like if the baby cries over the night, he really tries his best to take care of it- but he gets so wind up in his work- so you usually take care of that. but he feels guilty when he sees you so tired but then he sees your smile when you finally make the baby fall back asleep. and his worries go away

i dont think he would mind changing the baby 😭 he thinks its gross but its not like he’s never gonna do it. he knows its normal so he gets it done and then goes on with his day.

if the kid got an attitude with him, he would be the type to leave them with a warning. like taking away their toys or a spanking. and if the baby stops having an attitdude, then nothing happens. but if they do it again, then something will happen. I dont think he woukd have too much of a problem with punishng your kid???i mean he knows when is too much but he also knows when a child needs discipline.

although everyone wants to be the most perfect loving parent, we all habe our flaws. I think quackity tries to be ther all the time for the kid but gets so winded up in work that he often doesnt habe enough time for the baby. But he tries to make sure he’s there for good and bad times. he hates the fact he cant be there the whole way but he also wants the best life for his child,so he works as hard to make sure his kid gets everything they need and want. I also think he puts some presure on his kids. like for grades and school. I remember him talking about how he tried and how he would try to get the best grades so i think by habit he woukd put the same pressure on his kids. but if you talked to him about, he would cool it down a bit.

takes pictures of EVERYTHING. your kids first time going to mexico? picture. your kids first time going to school? picture. your kids first time going to the beach? PICTURE. he tries to take as much oictures because its just little reminders of the progress of his child he is so proud of.

his first impression of the baby, he felt like crying. he heard the baby cry, his heart was racing out of joy and nervous. but when he saw the baby kaying down after it calmed down. he realized that was HIS. he was gonna raise this baby, and he couldn’t feel prouder.

defiedntly a nickname dad. like calling the baby ‘my precious’ ‘my little guy/girl’ ‘bubs’ ‘mija/mijo’ or a nickname of their name

an extra headcanons: he loves your baby fat and stretch marks !!! he thinks they look so sexy and beautiful and he’s head over heels when he sees you wear fitted shirts and your baby fat is more shown and he just stares in awh 🥺 !! he thinks its beautiful because thats where his children came from. AND ALSO HE PLAYS ‘never grow up’ BY TAYLOR SWIFT FOR YOUR BABY ❤️❤️❤️

#quackity x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackity #elquackity #alex quackity #quackity fanfic #el quackity

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ultralightpoe · 1 year

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Rule Number Two- Jake Seresin

Authors Note: Hey how you doing let me whisper in your ear

Warning: Smut, jackass ex

Word Count: 2443

PART ONE HERE

Enjoy!

It has been a month since Jake Seresin ruined his own life.

He didn’t crash his car, or one of the jets, nor did he lose his job. He didn’t dye his hair or ruin his favorite shirt. He managed to ruin his own life by walking out on the one he loved the most.

It was kinda comedic if you think about it. The way he craved your every touch and craved to be near you just to get that stripped away because you offered him more and he was too much of a coward. God, he wished he could go back to that moment and kiss you as hard as he could and never let you go.

He often imagined what it would have been like if he had, how he would spend his days texting you and getting cute little selfies from you at work. Or he would actually spend the night at your place, watching the sun come up as you slept in, allowing him time to make you breakfast. He would make you breakfast every morning until he figured out what kind of breakfast person you were, he suspected french toast.

“Hangman, on your 4!” Coyote calls, snapping him back attention until they both circle each other and speed off to catch Maverick.

“Come on, Bagman,” Maverick teases, “Get your head out of the clouds and focus on me. I want an actual opponent.”

“Bagman is focused on what ring he wants to get the girl.” Coyote snips, laughing when Jake flips him off.

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It was a bad habit, but after a stressful day Jake would walk to your apartment building, trying to get up the nerve to talk to you.

He wasn’t stalking you, he had every intention of walking up to your door and telling you how much he misses you and how desperate he is to see you, but nearly every time he was three steps away he remembered how you couldn’t look at him as he dropped the napkin. He remembers the embarrassment as he left.

Today, however, was going to be the day. He was gonna get his girl.

He was still in uniform when he left base, driving the route he knew by heart, and nodding to everyone who thanked him as he passed them while walking the block to your place. He counted the steps, feeling his heart hammer in his chest as he fixed his hair, smiling at an older lady who thanked him for his service before he rounded the corner to see you.

But he stops when he sees another man there. Skinny, shaggy hair, professor vibe. The guy looks anxious, clutching on to the bundle of white roses tightly as his foot taps harshly on the floor beneath him, his overly expensive shoes making a drum sound on the concrete.

Jake is about to ask him who he was when you open the door, a look of shock written on your features as Jake hides behind the wall and listens.

“Thomas….” You sound hesitant and since this is the first time Jake has heard your voice in weeks his chest aches just at the tone. “I didn’t know you were co-”

“I miss you Y/n. I miss you so fucking much.” Thomas interrupts, his voice cracking. “I swear I will never do it again.”

“Thomas I’m a little busy.”

“Five minutes. Y/n I’m begging you baby. Give me five fucking minutes.” Baby. The nickname itself made him want to puke. You weren't a baby or babe. You were sugar, or honey, or your personal favorite had always been Sweetheart but that always came out when you were in a very heated moment. Who the fuck was this guy?

“You can come in.” You sigh and Jake wants to scream, the sound of the door closes and before he can think of it he punches the bricks behind him. Pain travels up his hands and he grunts out, storming out of the building.

—--------------

“Who has bricks INSIDE a building?!” Jake snaps, watching Bradley and Natasha laugh at him as embarrassment clings to his every being.

“Who punches a brick wall?” Bradley counters, shaking his head. “What was going through your head?”

“Y/n, and how much he loves her.” Javy, Coyote, laughs while punching his shoulder. Jake just shrugged him off and kept walking to the club they were all heading to, not really waiting for them to catch up.

“You said that I should tell her how I felt Rooster.” He defends. “And I was planning on doing just that, but then he was there.”

“Yeah yeah, then you punched the wall.” He laughs, pulling him into the club. “Just…. Don’t get shitfaced-”

“I won’t.”

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You were shitfaced, a feeling you enjoyed very much.

It had been a very stressful day, between you trying not to pretend Jake Seresin was a thorn in your heart and mind and your ex Thomas showing up with the ugliest flowers you had ever seen and begging for your love back, well……you were just so tired.

So you conceited when Amy invited you out, wearing one of her dresses and pretending that the heels weren’t actually killing you. The alcohol was making it a bit better, or maybe you just couldn’t tell anymore.

“Hey!” Amy croons when she sees you, excitement lighting up her face. “I KNOW YOU!”

“Yeah! You brought me here!” You giggle, dancing beside her. “Where did the others go?”

“Bathroom…. Or the bar.” She laughs spinning you around, right into a random chest. Both of you gasp in shock as Amy moves on to dance with another guy, meanwhile you look up to see Thomas glaring down at you.

“Thomas?” You snap, moving to step back but he grabs your wrists tightly.

“I have been looking everywhere for you.” He snaps and you look around to find Amy, only to see her a few steps off completely in her own world. If you called out she wouldn’t hear you above the music.

“I already said everything I wanted to say-”

“You didn’t give me an actual chance to explain.” He snaps, and you look around for an escape. Then you see him, the man that has been haunting your every second for the last month. Standing by the bar, with one hand gripping a beer and the other spread out before him as he inspects it.

“Okay. Okay.” You concede, nodding to Thomas. Everytime you made eye contact you were brought back to the moment you were left sobbing on the living room floor holding the cheek he had punched. But instead of sobbing this time you put on the best flirt face and smiled. “Buy me a drink?”

He smiles, excited that he was gonna get his way. “Lead the way.”

So you did. You slipped from his touch and walked to the bar, right where Jake was standing with a frown. He saw you a few steps away and his spine shot straight up, you saw him reach out a bruised hand for you.

“Oh Jake!” You smile, right as Thomas storms up behind you. Jake's face falls for a moment and he looks like he wants to walk away but you reach for his chest lightly. “Jake! Jake, I am so excited. I really want to introduce you to-”

“Thomas.” He cuts you off, reaching past you to shake Jake's hand. You send Jake a pleading look while Thomas is behind you, and he seems to catch on, brows creasing together.

“Lieutenant Jake Seresin, Top Gun Naval Aviator.” You would be lying if you said that you weren’t affected by that. Suddenly you wanted to jump on him here and now.

“That’s….that’s cool I guess?” Thomas snickers, tapping your shoulder. “What do you want?”

“Surprise me.” You smile, watching him nod and turn to the bar as you snatch Jake’s elbow and pull him a couple steps away.

“Thomas?” He asks, one hand gripping your waist. You lean in to hear him over the music, blushing a bit when he bends down to hear you as well.

“Thomas.” You nod, casting a look to where Thomas was arguing with the bartender. “Six year relationship Thomas.”

“Wasted time.” He smiles, remembering your words from the last night he saw you. “Still wasting your time?”

“Indeed-” You answer right before a bright colored drink is put right under your nose.

Jake’s jaw tenses as he steps back but keeps his hand on your waist. “Do you mind? I was trying to talk to her.”

Thomas narrows his eyes and stands straighter. “Funny, so was I.”

Jake glares as Thomas puts a hand over your shoulder, and moves to flick it off. “Hands off my girl.”

“Get your hands off MY girl.” Thomas snaps, slapping Jake's hand off your waist. You panic for a moment and step into Jake, who immediately wraps an arm around you.

“Y/n? Sugar?” He asks, looking down at you as you wrap an arm around his stomach and smile. “Think it’s time to get home?”

“I think so.” You smile, moving to walk before Thomas steps in front of you. You barely had time to blink before Jake had his fist smashing into his face, pulling the attention of many people in the bar. “Okay, it’s definitely time to go.”

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You pull him out of club, and Jake can’t seem to process how fucking lucky he was. Not only was he standing with you, an arm wrapped around you, he had also gotten to punch that waste of space with the unkept beard.

“How did you get here?” He asks, watching you cringe the second your feet his the concrete sidewalk. He, without even thinking, reaches down to grab your ankle and undo the heel.

“Amy- I can’t walk barefoot.” You mumble, trying to keep the shoe on but he doesn't concede and snatches it off.

“Come on, I got ya Sugar.” He smiles, standing up and tossing you over his shoulder. His chest tightens as you laugh, gripping the back of his shirt while he reaches into his pocket for his car keys. “You gonna tell me about Thomas?”

“You gonna run out the door again?” You snap and then a second later you laugh and something tightens in his chest again.

“Alright, watch your head.” He mumbles, setting you in his car as you keep giggling. “You laughin’ at me?”

He’s just teasing, to be honest he would rather you laugh at him then hate him, would rather you laugh at him for the rest of his life then not see you.

“No, I am laughing at myself.” You answer, leaning forward to touch his eyebrow while he buckles you in. “Cause I should have just kept my mouth shut.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. I should have been braver.” He sighs, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “Lean back, close your eyes.”

—-------------

You wake up to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen, your head pounding as you struggle to sit up. You had been changed out of the uncomfortable dress into a baggy set of pajamas and tucked into your blankets tightly. “How the hell did I-”

Then you remember Jake tucking you in, shaking his head as you kissed his face repeatedly and trying to get you to go to bed. ‘Goodnight, I love you’

You had to have imagined that part, but as you climbed out of the bed and padded along the floor while rubbing your eyes, stopping dead in your tracks as you see Jake shuffling around in your kitchen still in last night's clothes.

“You’re still here?” You are stunned, mouth agape as you stare at him.

“Yeah… And I’m hoping you like french toast.” He blushes, casting a look to where you were sitting on the couch now.

“I do.” You smile, curling up. He stares for a moment before taking a second and walking over to sit in front of you.

“I…. well… uhm good morning.” He mumbles, trying to fix his hair nervously. “I wanted to start by saying I’m a coward.”

You wait, crossing your legs as you stare at him. “Do you remember what you said to me the first night we met?”

“No?”

“You’re hot, and I’m Y/n….lets make babies.” You had laughed, leaning in closer. “But I’m not looking for a long time thing, just a short fling.”

“I said that?” You laughed. “A little blunt.”

“You said that you had just gotten out of a relationship and you didn’t want to waste anymore time.” He explains, bumping your knee. “And for the first time in my entire history I couldn’t breathe and couldn’t let you leave. So I played it up, I wrote this stupid rule. I was making it seem like I wasn’t desperate to be near you.”

You couldn’t breathe, desperate to touch him.

“For weeks I was trying to play it cool and then suddenly you were telling everything I wanted to hear. And I panicked. Running like an absolute coward.”

“You did run out of here kinda fast.” You mumble, watching as he leans closer.

“I propose a new rule.” He whispers and you watch as he pulls out a napkin, handing it to you.

‘RULE NUMBER TWO; Make breakfast together every morning.”

“What does this mean?” You ask, clutching it.

“It means I want to spend every morning with you.” He smiles, “making silly rules and loving you.”

“I think I can allow that.”

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Desperate moans filled the house as Jake laughed from his spot above you, sweating and smug. Your husband loved torturing you on the mornings he had off, over and over.

“You’re….. Not being fair-” You mewl, pulling him closer as he nips at your jaw.

“Nuh uh.” He laughs, thrusting forward again, trying to get deeper. “This is completely fair. You broke rule number six.”

Rule number six (written on a sticky note stolen from the doctors office during his monthly check up for top gun) ; never go to bed angry at the other.

“You… It was your fault!”

“How so?” He cackles, biting down on your lip.

“Rule number fifteen, never get hurt at work.”

“I never agreed to that rule-”

“You make me follow it!”

“You are my wife. Of course I make you follow it. Now…..” He has a smug look in his eye that makes you nervous. “Apologize for going to bed mad at me and I’ll give you everything you want.”

“You’ll finish me?”

“Promise.”

“French toast?”

“Swear it.” He knew you liked french toast.

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elsweetheart · 1 year

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abby with a clumsy gf who is always getting into trouble so abby takes it upon herself to protect her and is always gently correcting things her gf is doing 😵‍💫😵‍💫

OK LETS GO i am so clumsy i always have bruises :(

• i think abby would be looking out for you long before you were even in a relationship.

• you’d be a new arrival, and already you’ve earned a name for yourself having constantly be running too enthusiastically and falling, or tripping over nothing, or dropping whatever is in your hands etc

• and abby is super busy, but even she notices, it’s hard not to notice when she’s also taken aback by how pretty you are

• so she takes you under her wing, because she’s noticed people are kind of picking on you for it and she doesn’t like that

• ofc you’re like a lil ray of sunshine and you don’t even notice people are making fun of you for it which makes her even more fiercely protective of you

• “i see you’ve taken an interest in the klutz.” owen nicknames you, making conversation with abby when everyone’s grabbing food.

• “and by taken an interest, you mean keeping her away from assholes like you.” she barely glances his way, loading up her plate.

• “hey, i didn’t say anything. you know she’s gonna slow you down though right? that girls like bambi on ice.”

• she doesn’t have the energy to deal with him right now, so she stalks off to find you

• she starts trying to guide you a little, and honestly if she wasn’t so worried for your safety all the time she’d find your clumsiness adorable

• she’d be sending you off to do something for her but before you run off she puts a hand on your shoulder, making you look at her. “hey, look at me — slowly. okay? there’s no rush. go slow and watch your step.”

• you’d nod, carefully trotting away being extra careful of your feet which makes her smile.

• this continues through your relationship once the two of you end up together, and now she’s more comfortable with you she can be a lot more thorough and direct.

• she hands you a little box of supplies, it’s light and you immediately grab it tucking it under your arm. she doesn’t let go of the box when you go to move, looking at you with a kind yet stern expression. you stare back up at her with confused doe eyes and she takes your other hand, placing it under the box. “two hands, baby. remember what i said?” you nod, adjusting your grip and she nods back in approval. “good girl.”

• sometimes your clumsiness really gets you down, when falling has nearly cost you your own or someone else’s life. you find yourself curled up in abby’s lap after a particularly rough run in with a clicker, which could have been avoided if you’d watched your step. you’re crying into your hands and she’s shushing you, pulling your hands away so she can wipe your tears. you’d been brave until you’d gotten back to your room before breaking down to abby, which she expected seeing how shocked and distressed you seemed after she had saved you from being bitten.

• “its like my feet just move without my permission abby. i’m so stupid. it’s gonna kill me i—i can’t—” you spiral, sobs erupting from your throat as you clutch her hard like she might disappear.

• “you need to breathe, sweet girl okay? breathe with me, m’right here. it’s not your fault. nothings gonna get you, alright? not whilst i’m here.” she rocks you in her strong arms letting you cry it out.

• on a lighter note she gets so used to your antics that she can almost predict when you’re gonna slip or trip. you’ll go to take a step on some slippery ice in the snow and without even batting an eyelid her strong hands are on your waist, pulling you back into her. she says nothing, just points at the ice and your mouth makes a small ‘o’ shape, nodding and stepping around it.

• she’ll always tend to the injuries you get from being clumsy. always. no matter how tired she is, where you are, or how silly the mistake was. she’ll sit you down, pulling out the little first aid kit she keeps on her strictly for you and wipes down any cut or graze you’ve acquired. “how’d you get this one again?” she converses calmly, to show you she’s not mad at you. “was tryna climb a wall and i slipped.” you explain bashfully as she wipes your knee down. “alright. well be careful, don’t go climbing walls without me there again, yeah?” she looks up with you raised eyebrows as she unwraps the bandaid, making you smile and nod. “deal.”

♡

#anon #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson hcs #abby tlou2 fluff #abby anderson fluff

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Social Media QB

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Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION, the characters are fictionalized versions of real life situations and real people. It’s all based on my imagination.

Masterlist

The reputation of the Chargers social media team was unmatched. They are known for being funny and up to date on all memes and pop culture references while also showcasing players’ personalities. That alone made you apply and this past year on the job had really been a once in a lifetime experience. Working with Megan and the crew was a daily adventure and you were becoming more and more comfortable calling the guys your friends. It even got to a point where you didn’t even call them by their names anymore.

Keenan was usually “slay” or “slayer.” Mike was always “Mike Dub”, Michael Davis was “Vato” and your favorite nickname was definitely calling Justin “Sunshine.” At first it was a Remember the Titans reference but it became a lifestyle. Everything and everyone revolves around the sun and that’s exactly what it felt like when you were at work. All of the players were important and special but you could just feel the energy in the room shift when Justin was there. It was palpable, it almost took your breath away sometimes.

Off camera he was goofy, funny and had this uncanny ability to make the world stand still for a bit, even just for a few fleeting moments where it felt like you two were the only ones in the room. But then reality would hit and you were reminded that you work for the team and he’d never see you in that way, he was just nice to everyone he encountered. But on camera? It was all fun and games. There was a running joke, mostly based on his real feelings, that Justin hated cameras. He couldn’t stand being the center of attention or having people perceive him so he avoided the social media team altogether when phones were pointed in his direction.

But sometimes, a rarity, you were able to get him on camera, even if it was just for a split second. The two of you reviewed the questions he was going to be asked before their Hot Ones appearance and there was ALWAYS a discussion, more like subtle begging if you all were going to have him participate in any content.

“We need Justin for this new segment we’re doing, so you’re gonna have to talk to him.” Megan sighs, grabbing her Stanley cup that was sitting on the counter. She’d just finished editing a video where she and her assistant put fart spray on the tiny mic and could still feel the rancid scent on her clothes.

You were going through photos taken during practice earlier that morning and deciding which ones to post. “Why do I have to do it?”

Lorren and Allie giggle in the corner, shaking their heads. “You cannot be serious right now y/n,” Lorren gives you a pointed look.

“What?”

“We all know you and Justin have a thing for each other. Even if you won’t admit to us…or yourself. It’s pretty obvious.”

You raised your head up from your laptop, staring at them while also wracking your brain trying to figure out when your innocent crush had become so painfully obvious. If the girls knew, then Justin had probably somehow caught on and the thought of that made you want to dig a hole right outside on the practice field and never come out. “Is—am I that easy to read?”

“No one blames you,” Megan runs a loving hand on your shoulder. “And I’m sure you’ve been trying so hard to hide your feelings that you haven’t noticed that he’s doing an even worse job of hiding his massive crush on you.”

The look on your face sends the room into a fit of laughter. “We’re being serious. The way he looks at you and acts around you. Anyone can see he’s into you friend.”

You weren’t convinced, “I need an example.”

“Okay fine,” Lorren stands up to prepare a demonstration. “He wasn’t ready to put the mics on when he was mic’d up until you walked over and helped him get the mic in the perfect spot in his pads. And then he wore the friendship bracelet for six weeks because you handed it to him.”

Allie pipes up to put in her two cents. “And let’s not forget when he had you driving him around the golf tournament and kicked Zion to the curb. There’s no way all of those are just a coincidence.”

“Fine. I’ll go ask him if he’ll shoot the video for us but I’m not going to lose my job because of a meaningless crush on the starting quarterback.”

You waited around for the guys to leave treatment after practice and caught up with him on his way out. “Hey Sunshine, quick question for you.”

His cheeks turn a light shade of pink and he gives you a small tight-lipped smile. “What’s up?”

“I need you to do me a huge favor and be in this tik tok. It’s a short game and it’ll only take like 15 minutes.”

His deadpan face and disappointed dad sigh has you practically begging, saying “please” in your finest sing-song tone.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” You knew he’d crack, he always did. “On one condition. You also have to participate.”

You hold your hand out and he engulfs it with his much larger one. “You’ve got yourself a deal Herbert.”

“Okay the rules of the game are simple,” Megan begins from behind her phone screen before hitting record, “we’re going to give you these Canadian snacks and you’ll rate them on a scale from 1 to 10. One being it’s awful I’ll never touch that again and 10 being a solid snack that you’d eat everyday if given the opportunity.”

You and Justin nod, diving in on everything from the ketchup chips to the toffee. The video didn’t take long as promised and the quarterback went about the rest of his day with no further distractions.

In your office a few days later on the team’s off day, you were contemplating your life. Maybe you should take a step back from him so people didn’t get the wrong idea. Sure, your coworkers were convinced the crush was mutual but what if he was just being nice? He was always so focused on football and making the most out of every opportunity why in the world would he waste time flirting with a social media manager? It just made no sense. Instead of continuing to run a million imaginary scenarios in your mind you packed up your stuff and tried heading out to the parking lot. Even after all this time you still struggled to maneuver all the twists and turns of the building and somehow found yourself walking past the quarterback room. You intended to just keep walking but he was in there alone and called out your name when he saw you.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t think anyone would be in the building today.” His bright eyes staring down at you made your heart feel like it was beating out of your chest. You desperately needed to get it together.

“I came in to finish up a few things but I’m heading out now. What are you doing? I think you’ve watched enough film to last you a couple lifetimes.” That gets a light chuckle out of him and he shakes his head, the two of you knowing that his quest for perfection would never allow him to believe he’s watched enough film. “Thank you for shooting that video the other day. The fans are gonna love it, they’re always begging us to get you on camera.”

“No problem, anything for you.” He clears his throat after whispering the last part, desperately hoping that you didn’t hear it. Even though you definitely did. You should go home for the day and leave him alone in the office so he can get back to work. You should stop staring at his lips that look so soft and just begging to be kissed. He should turn around and get back to the playbook and the computer but here he is, standing still right in front of you.

You’re just here, waiting for some to rip the carpet out from under you, to fall on your face, for someone to tell you that this isn’t actually happening. The space between your bodies diminishes significantly, so much so that you can smell the Dr. Squatch Birchwood Breeze radiating off of him. It’s intoxicating and you swallow the fear in your gut and ignore all of the common sense thoughts plaguing your mind, allowing you to feel.

The kiss is tentative at first, he pulls back slightly, whispering if it’s okay to keep going as you felt his breath against your lips. You don’t respond but instead pull him in closer, hearing a satisfied husky moan from him as he allowed your tongue access to his. His right palm rests against your cheek until he’s tilting your head up ever so slightly to deepen the embrace and he picks you up, holding on for dear life while closing and locking the door behind you. It was so much more than he imagined, these feelings that he’d been pushing aside were being confronted and magnified by the second. This innocent crush that you had on him were genuine, real feelings that created a deep ache in your bones, actively being soothed with his hands all over you as the two of you made out like helpless teenagers.

You didn’t think you’d have the strength to tear yourself away from him…until his phone rings. He ignores it the first time but it’s all you can think about by the fifth ring.

“Answer it,” you whisper breathlessly as he places you back on your feet. A thousand unspoken apologies are painted on his face as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He keeps the call short and sweet but the look of devastation is clear when he hangs up. “You have to go don’t you?”

“I’m so sorry. We can—we need to talk about this I know. And I promise we will I just, I need to take care of this.” He doesn’t want to leave, not like this. Even if he knows you understand. Justin presses a kiss to the side of your head and whispers another “I’m so sorry” leaving you in the room to think about what just happened.

You walk around the empty parking lot until you reach your car, letting out a deep sigh at the thought of what the conversation with him is going to look like after this. You need to be mentally prepared for good news, bad news and everything in between.

He is the sun after all. And sometimes when you stand too close, you might get burned. And maybe, just maybe, you’d avoid the burn altogether and bask in the warmth as long as you can.

#Justin Herbert #justin herbert fluff #justin herbert imagine #Justin Herbert x reader #justin herbert fanfic

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randomperson3736 · 9 months

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can you write a fisherbrothers fic where reader is their younger sister and they’re like really protective of her and she and conrad get in fight bc he was all moody and Emo during s1? And she just wants to know what’s going on in his life and be apart of it but conrad keeps like pushing her away?

Paring(s): Jeremiah fisher x sister! Reader, Conrad fisher x sister! Reader

Genre: fluff (mainly at the end tho)

Warning(s): Emo Conrad, overprotective brothers, feelings of being left behind/forgotten, auguring, swearing

Word bank: Y/N- your name, Y/N/N- your nickname

Notes: omggg, I love this idea! And I'm gonna make the reader like 5 years old cus I stuck at writing for teenagers 😶✌️but yea, I hope u enjoy.

For as long as anyone could remember little Y/N Fisher has had her brother's wrapped around her little fingers since day one. Even though Jeremiah and Conrad would never admitted it, everyone else knew just by seeing how much their loved and cared for the youngest Fisher.

Susannah remembered almost like it was yesterday when the boys first met their little sister. It was one of her favourite memories. Jeremiah was jumping up and down almost hitting the walls with excitement, while Conrad was sitting nervously in the waiting room along with Laurel and their father.

He didn't know why he was so nervous. He wasn't this nervous when Jeremiah was born, so why is now any different? Conrad's thoughts were interrupted when his mother's midwife came into the waiting room. "Mr Fisher, everyone I would like to say that mom is doing ok and that little miss babygirl is healthy and beautiful" She smiled.

Everyone is the room (mainly the grown ups though) let out a sigh of relief, they'd didn't even know they were holding. Jeremiah took off running along with their father running after him, when the midwife said that it was okay for them to see the new Fisher slibing and their mother. Conrad didn't move from his spot after hearing the news. His fears of being a older brother clouding his mind.

'What if I drop her?''

'What if she doesn't like me?''

'What if I mess up and then everyone hates me?'

A whole bunch of what ifs, kept occurring in his mind. It almost felt like he was drowning in his thoughts and fears. It wasn't until Laurel put a comforting hand on his shoulder, startling the young Fisher boy. "You ok, sweetie? Your looking a little pale?" Conrad looked down, avoiding her concerned gaze. He didn't want to bother her but deep down he knew he needed to talk about this. "I-um... I feel like I'm going to mess up with this whole older brother thing" He said quietly, as he started to play with his fingers.

"Oh, Conrad" Laurel said lovingly, as she took the sit next to the boy to comfort him. "Your gonna be the best big brother that little girl could ask for. And you wanna know how I know that?" The boy mumbled a 'yes'. "I know this because I've seen how you looked after Jeremiah, Steven and belly. She's not gonna hate you. She's going to adore her older brother because she would know that he would always be there for her no matter what happens"

Conrad looked up at laurel, tears forming in his eyes before he lunged into her arms. Laurel chuckled before hugging the boy tightly. "Now, go see your baby sister before Jeremiah takes the role of 'best older brother'" She whispered into his ear. Conrad quickly let go of the hug and took off running to see his new sister.

That day Conrad and Jeremiah made a promise to Y/N. A promise to always be there for her when she needed them and to never make her feel sad, but that promise was soon broken when Conrad started to push away. Everyone noticed that something was up with him but they just thought it was just girl problems or college.

Y/N's little feet could be heard on the hard wooden floors as she made her way to the living room to find atleast one of her brothers. As she made her way, her doe eyes spotted Conrad trying to fall asleep on the couch. A wide smile made its way onto her face as she squealed "CONNIE!!"

Conrad only grumbled in response which confused the five year old as her older brother usually always picked her up and tickled her. "You okie, Connie?" Y/N tilted her head cutely as she questioned her brother. "It's nothing for you to worry about. Now go away" Conrad demanded even though deep down he didn't mean too. "But mommy said to always look after-" Before Y/N could finish Conrad snapped. "For the love of God, Y/N! would you just shut up for 5 minutes?! I already told you not to worry about it so just butt out of it!" As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them.

"No- Y/N... I didn't mean it-" Conrad tried to move closer to her but she just backed away from him, too scared. The look on her face and the fact she was scared of him broke his heart. Before he could say another word, she bolted out of the living room and went start up to her room. Conrad put his face into the palm of his hands as he mentally cursed himself for being the reason to make his little sister cry. He broke his promise.

Jeremiah soon came into the living room, a confused look written on his face because usually Y/N would always met him at the door when he comes home. "Hey, Conrad? Where's Y/N/N?" Confusion was just as much in his voice as it was on his face. And when Conrad didn't answer straight away, Jeremiah started to think of the worse. "Conrad... where the fuck is Y/N?" Conrad knew that he had to answer sooner or later cause soon Jeremiah might start a murder hunt looking for their sister.

"I-I fucked up jere... I mean, I really fucked up" Conrad's voice finally spoke. "She just asked a simple question and I-I just snapped at her, Jere. I really didn't mean too, I was just so tried and stressed because of the college shit and I-"

"I broke our promise Jere"

Jeremiah was beyond mad at his brother but deep down he knew it wasn't his fault. "Look, Conrad, its not your fault. I mean, yeah you yelled at our five year old sister but I pretty much broke the promise too" Conrad looked up at his brother through teary eyes, basically giving him a sign to continue. "A few weeks ago, I promised to play with her but I said that I was too busy even though it was just a lie. The look on her face was heartbreaking, couldn't sleep with a week after that" Jeremiah chuckled at the end of it, same with Conrad.

"We're assholes"

"Agreed"

Both brothers laugh before it became silent again. "But you better never do this again though or else gonna kick your ass, bro" Jeremiah's threat would scare anyone else but Conrad knew that he was just looking out for their sister. And they both knew how protective they were over her.

It was a few minutes until they heard little feet coming down the stairs. "JereJere? Connie?" Both brothers looked up to see Y/N holding her stuffed rabbit that Jeremiah won her at a carnival a year or 2 ago. It was one of the happiest days for the Fisher silbings. They both remember the look on Y/N's face when Jeremiah won the rabbit, she had the biggest smile on her face despite the strawberry ice-cream all over her face.

"You guys, okie? Do you need to hug Mr. Cuddles?" She held up the stuffed rabbit towards her brothers. Both boys laugh aloud at how cute their little sister is. "Yes we would love to hug Mr. Cuddles but we also like to hug our darling Y/N/N and apologies?" The youngest Fisher girl made a some what thinking face before jumping onto her brothers.

"Look we're so, so, so sorry Y/N/N. And I didn't mean to snap at you it was very mean-" Before Conrad could add on Jeremiah cut in. "And I'm seriously very sorry about not playing with you and I'll make sure to play with you all day tomorrow" Before either boy could finish or continue, they heard soft snores coming from the youngest Fisher curled up in between them.

Both Fisher boys smile softly, before closing their eyes and soon falling into a deep sleep. Y/N opened her sleepy eyes and softly kissed both her brothers checks before mumbling a "I forgive you" and soon going into a deep sleep along side her brothers.

#jeremiah fisher #conrad fisher #the summer i turned pretty #x reader #x child reader #jeremiah fisher x sister reader #conrad fisher x sister reader #belly the summer i turned pretty #steven the summer i turned pretty #fyp #fypforyou #jeremiah fisher x reader #conrad fisher x reader #the summer I turned pretty s1 #the summer I turned pretty s2

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oogaboogaspookyman · 4 months

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Let's fucking go i'm feelin' silly goofy with the idea now lol let's get impulsive and fanservice-y

[STUNNED]

Running in the snow, far away from his sister and her apparent new friend after witnessing the horrible things in the bathroom. Bodies everywhere, arms and legs and hands and heads, there were the missing prom kings and queens found nowhere else but in Cyn's own bathroom, the suit is still making him feel embarrassed at the thought of being perceived with it on him... What the hell happened to his dear little sister?!

Suddenly, "oof-!" He stumbles upon a running tall figure, falling down on the snow surface

"What the-... Uh- U- Uzi???" Nathan questioned in surprise of what he sees

There she was. Serial Designation Z, nicknamed Uzi by her BEST FRIEND! Best friend... Nathan, in a whole glittery purple dress with a thigh cut and a apparent flower on her hair despite Copper 9 having no vegetation whatsoever, only snow, ice, random buildings and dead bodies, human and Worker Drone alike littered everywhere

"Nathan?! Wha- what are you doing out here?!" Z shouted in fear, mostly for Nathan's safety considering the state of Copper 9 overall, but there's a hint of guilt in her voice... "And why do you still call me Uzi??"

"It's..." Nathan was dissociating at the sight of Z's new look for the prom situation, interrupting his train of thought with the image of his best friend in a dress. Somehow Z doesn't notice his visor filling up with diagonal yellow lines

"Nathan? Helloooo?" Z approaches Nathan to tap onto his visor, getting a really bad burn on her finger, "ooh ouch-!" She puts her finger in her mouth to relieve the pain from the burn caused by... Apparently Nathan heating up, who's also waking up from his dissociation

"Wha- whu- wh- u-uhm- Uzi! You look uhm-... How- how do i say this-" Nathan stuttered, still blushing and cooling systems doing their hard work can be heard

"It's the dress, i know, Nathan..." Z looked away, also visibly blushing but not as much, from the embarrassment of honestly just being perceived with the dress on at all, she'd much rather wear that shirt and jacket over anything else

"Okay- sorry about that, i don't wanna be rude- and also uhm- so my sister Cyn is gonna kill everyone in the prom aaand i'm gonna need some help with that..!" Nathan chuckled nervously, for literally everything just became intense straight outta nowhere

"But i doubt you'd wanna help me with that, since the things that happened back there..." N remembers the exact words spoken just by him, running around his guilt-ridden head...

"T is going to kill everyone at prom, and i don't want any more oil spilled around like this... I actually would like you... Being there..." Z felt a strange, almost out of place feeling, trying to speak the words one by one...

What... Are you things..?!

What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!

WHAT ARE YOU THI

"With me..." Z couldn't help but blush... This feels so off and out of place, why is it there..?!

Nathan smiled at this, the precious thoughts interrupted and fading away. His best friend doesn't hate him, turns out! Things can get better, they can be good! Things don't have to be so terrifying and painful! He couldn't help but jump behind her and put his left hand on her side, the other in the air in joy. "Dapper buddies!"

Z wanted to slap his hand right off her, but also didn't want to, subconciously... So she sucked it up, it's not the worst thing right now

"You look good in the suit too, Nathan..." Z spoke one more time...

"Ah- uh- th- thanks! I- i guess? Eheheeh..." Nathan blushed once more...

... Before they set off to stop Cyn and T's carnage at the dance floor

@lumineary-arts i had to your dumb little au got me hooked

#murder drones #murder drones au #murder drones swap au #spooker's writing #md au #serial designation n #uzi doorman #there aren't proper tags for the swap goobers themselves hhhhhhhh #nuzi #hella lotta Nuzi yo come eat your fuckin' slop

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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More Arthur Morgan Headcannons

You guys really liked the Arthur Morgan headcannons last time (over 200 notes!) so I’m just gonna write some more out of the top of my head because why not?

Don’t forget to check out my newest 18+ NSFW excerpt from my rdr2 fanfic. It’s not for everyone, it’s an original character instead of an insert, but it’s on my page if you’re interested!

Anyway, headcannons are under the cut!

Arthur Morgan is a man who will beat himself up. No matter how small the issue, no matter what it was, maybe it wasn’t even his fault, but he’ll make himself believe that it was in fact his fault.

You tripped?

His fault. He was distracting you.

You sneezed?

Yep, his fault, he must have brought a cold to camp, and he kissed you, his fault.

No matter what, some small, tiny little inconvenience, if he can link it back to himself, he will and he will blame himself.

You have to convince him it isn’t his fault, and after a lot of talking eventually he will cave and say: “Well, maybe it ain’t my fault...” and then you have to do just a little bit more convincing because then he’s gonna ask repeatedly: “Can I do somethin’ to help you at least?”

Arthur is also a man who does literally everything in his power to irritate/ rile you up. It’s hilarious to him. When nothing has happened and he isn’t busy trying to sit there and blame himself, he’s actually really loose and fun.

He loves to see you beet red in the face, and watching you get mad is funny enough he almost pissed himself once. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed that hard.

Hell you made him laugh so hard one time that he actually physically fell backwards on his ass, and while under normal circumstances he would have been embarrassed, he couldn’t even care that there was mud on his pants, not when he couldn’t breathe between chuckles.

Arthur refuses to show you his Journal, he also refuses to show you what’s in his satchel. He’s easily embarrassed by the fact that he draws you all the time, and he’s afraid that he doesn’t do you justice. He feels like there’s no way in hell he could ever properly draw you out, and he doesn’t want you to see his ‘awful attempt’ at trying to show what he sees.

He knows you’re absolutely fantastic, beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, whatever you’d like to be called. He loves you to no ends, but he feels like he just can’t ever get the perfect look.

It never measures up to what he sees in his head, and he doesn’t want you to see it until he can get it just right.

You’ve seen a few sketches, on accident, you weren’t snooping, he left it open on the table next to his cot.

He made you look absolutely stunning. Every little detail he captured was just down to the T.

You didn’t know what to do, you decided it was best not to say anything, but the fact that Arthur saw you like that made you tear up every time you thought about it.

Every once in a while you call Arthur “Mr. Morgan.” and he thinks that he’s upset you, and in reality he hasn’t done anything at all, you just think it’s funny to call him that rather than Arthur, or Art, or Arty, or any of the other various nicknames for him, because he’ll push out that bottom lip of his and furrow his brow as he tries to figure out what he did earlier.

Though then you have to reassure him he didn’t do anything wrong, and then he’ll probably call you an ass before giving you a kiss.

Arthur’s favorite color, other than blue obviously, is actually red, he doesn’t know why, he hates dealing with blood, despite the fact that it’s on him more often than not, so it doesn’t make much sense to him as to why he’s so attracted to that deep maroon, but if you ask him what it is he’ll tell you both blue and red.

Though he thinks that’s a stupid question.

His least favorite chore around camp is chopping wood. His back hurts, he rides a horse all day and he doesn’t have any back support, nothing for his lumbar, so chopping wood would, you think, crack his back, however it cracks it in the worse possible way.

Sometimes its so bad that if he chops wood and just cracks his back the wrong way then he has to lay in his bed for a day or two, it’s too hurtful to move.

Arthur braids your hair, he doesn’t think about it, it just happens, he gets bored and your hair is right there, and before you know it your hair is braided and the only reason it’s done so well is because he braids his horse’s tail.

Sometimes you braid his, when he lets it grow long enough. He feels like it looks stupid, but you think it looks sweet.

You put it up in a ponytail sometimes too, and again, he thinks it looks stupid and hates the way he looks with it, but you think he looks wonderful, and you do your best to try and convince him to keep it up like that.

Sometimes, if you’re lucky he will.

Not only that, but Arthur sometimes cuts his hair short and grows his beard long, you’ll braid his beard and he looks like a Viking. You think it’s hot as hell.

He does like this look better, and he will keep it for a long while, sometimes you can even convince him to grow out his hair longer too to complete the Viking look.

When he looks like that, you boost his confidence with all the compliments you give him. Though to be fair you give him a bunch of compliments anyway.

Arthur loves sleep.

As much as he is awake and running around.

He’d sleep all day if he could, sleep all day, all night, and literally do anything he could to just sleep. Doesn’t matter where he is, how uncomfortable the spot was, no matter what, he would do his best to nap.

You love to see him nap, or sleep, it’s so attractive to see him sleep on his stomach, his hair all tousled and his arms under his head.

He’s especially cute when he’s hardly awake and can barely speak.

“Arthur, are you awake?”

“Mhm...’m up.”

“Are you really?”

“Mhm.”

“What are you doing today?”

“Hmh?” He shrugs.

He’ll look at you with half lidded eyes and a partially open mouth, trying to decipher what you’re telling him, but he’s not awake enough to fully comprehend what it is you’re trying to get him to understand.

Sometimes you’ll see him napping against a rock or tree in camp, and sit next to him, lucky enough that he doesn’t wake up, and you’ll lean against him and take a nap there with him.

Usually by the time you wake up he’s managed to wrap his arms around you and pulled you into his lap.

He snores too.

Only sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes, usually on a day that he’s been running around, the days he’s been lounging around he doesn’t snore too much.

When he does snore, it’s not too loud, but it can be annoying, but you’ve gotten so used to it that you just listen to it to fall asleep at this point.

When you try to tell him he snores he doesn’t believe you and claims that you do, but you can tell by the red in his face that he does believe you.

#rdr2 #rdr2 community #Rdr2 Headcannons #Rdr2 drabble #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan drabble #Red Dead Redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 drabble

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xmortuarykittyx · 7 months

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Ever Unlocked

Part 11: In and Out

Part 10: Devil’s Fruit

pairing: Officer!Leon Kennedy × Coroner's Assistant!Reader

warnings: not really detailed murder, vomiting, manipulation, bribing (this is just a big moment for the two) if i missed anything let me know!

Morning air was always the freshest, it filled the lungs with a warmth like nothing else could. Birds chirping as the dew still laid across the grass. It was so tranquil, but now was no time to relax. Leon had left her laying in his sheets. He watched her for a moment. His eyes lingering on how her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her lips parted as she sucked in a breath. He couldn't wait to kiss those lips once more. To feel how he felt last night, after he'd fucked her full of his seed, he'd found himself with her on his lap, putting her nickname to good use as she bunny hopped on his cock. He smirked to himself as he remembered the way her thighs felt under his palms, squeezing the fat of her ass and thigh as she bounced on him. Leon pressed a kiss to her head, at her hairline, before he threw on some old jeans and a t shirt that was a size too small, he hadn't worn it since before he bulked up from trying to keep a nice physique for his job.

Leon hadn't truly planned his next steps, he felt a familiar scene of sitting in his car, staring at the two toned building that housed the love of his life. She was safe, locked away in his apartment, she was protected from the evil that crept through the world. The evil that he despised and worked so hard to prevent and stop. The evil he, now, had started to plan in his mind.

He wished it didn't have to be this way, that he could've just simply had the beautiful life of meeting her; asking her out, her agreeing and them having a beautiful first date. Then, months later, he'd say he loved her, then they'd share their first time, then he'd propose a few months later, a beautiful big wedding and then their first child, then their second... third...

A groan left his parted lips, his hand rubbing deeply into his eyes. He backed out of the parking lot. How was he gonna do it? A rope- suicide? No. People her age didn't typically hang them selves. Overdose? He lingered on that thought a little longer, but ultimately decided not that route, either. It would take too long, so he decided that it would have to just be done by him. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought. He'd never-

"Leon, baby- please.", he didn't understand, he hadn't seen his mother so frantic in his life. "Hide, please, baby.", her whispers were desperate. "You said you didn't like when i hid-", Leon's sweet childish voice, how serene. "This time i want you to-", a thud cut her off. "I love you, do not leave this closet until i tell you to.", she pressed a haste kiss to his forehead, rubbing the underside of his cheek before she closed the closet doors. "Keep quiet and close your eyes, Leon, my sweet boy.", with that, he heard the glass breaking, the grunts and huffs as more thuds followed. His eyes tightly shut as he covered his ears. He barely heard the bedroom door open, before his mother's sobs fell on his ears, muffled and muted as she begged. "please- ple-", his ears started to ring, a popping sound nearly causing him to cry out. His tears were hot as he kept his eyes closed, a thud and the floor shaking by his feet. He didn't look. He didn't open his eyes or uncover his ears. She told him to stay... he'd stay...

He hardly remembered her anymore, his heart ached at the thought of forgetting, if his father hadn't been so idiotic, so addictive to the adrenaline that came from gambling, angering pool sharks, starting fights he couldn't finish and borrowing from anyone and everyone until he had enough debt to warrant a break in onto his home, where his wife and child were. It was barely a break in, his mother was so trusting and kind. She never locked the door, claiming that she knew his father got drunk and came home at random times. She didn't want him to get stuck outside the apartment and her not hear him knocking. His hands tightened on his steering wheel, if she'd locked the door, she may have had time to contact the police. She may have had time to hide with him. His teeth grit down so hard he thought he'd bust them. His fingers digging, his shoulders tense. Damn her and damn her. He couldn't get away from women who endangered themselves so innocently.

His fingers slipped on the oversized black hoodie, slipping it over his silky blonde locks. He pulled his head though, his hair messy as the hood was pulled over his face to conceal his blonde locks. He'd parked a few blocks away, he hadn't ever done this before, nor had he ever thought the day would come. He promised he'd keep her safe no matter what, he couldn't do that if someone else knew his actions, someone close to her and able to spill his secrets. He wanted this to be over, he wanted to be back in his apartment in her arms, her face hiding, pressed into his chest as she took little breaths that she thought were hidden. Leon loved the way she tried to hide how much she liked him too.

Leon's breath was already running out as he made it to the window. It was a decent jump, if it was open. He slid his fingers into the window sill. He felt the window start to raise as he pushed his fingers further under it. In and out, in and out, he chanted the mantra though his mind, closing his eyes as he bounced on his heels. He had to hurry, not that any part of him could be seen and the gloved protected him from any fingerprints left behind. He needed to hurry, in and out.

His breath came, in and out, his steps soft as he walked through the living room, it was still dark, as dark as it could be with that serene morning sun shining in. He stepped with caution, he was unfamiliar with her home. He was unfamiliar with her routine- his breath caught once he heard it. A creak... that same creak that caused him to be caught in her home that night. His eyes trailed over, his balaclava covering his mouth as he felt the heat of his own breath against his lips. He saw her, she was frail, small... older... he could do this. In and out.

His head hurt, that damn yipping dog, his hand rubbed at his brow. She put up more of a fight than he thought she would. His fingers were tense as he curled them, his eyes snapping closed. The knife that laid abandoned was the only thing he could grab that quick, knife blocks were too handy. Need to cut up a tomato real quick? Reach for the knife block. Need to cut the ties off a new package? Reach for the knife block. Need to quickly slash someone's throat before they can make any noise and tell your, sorta kinda, girlfriend that you were at her house the same day she had a dream you broke in and hit her over the head with a mug? Reach for the knife block. How fucking convenient.

Her body crumpled, much like how her body crumpled that night, but she didn't get back up. She didn't move, her chest still as crimson blood ran down her thin lips. "God, if you weren't so nosey.", he sighed, closing his eyes. "You'll made her sad, you know? All because you wanted to ask my name.", his hand pressed at the knot in his brow. "Couldn't you have just kept walking your damn dog?", he wanted to yell, as he crouched down, his stomach in knots as it threatened to purge the acid from his body. "I get it, I do... she's a sweet girl. You two are friends but, shit, i wasn't gonna hurt her!", his eyes closed once more, willing away the headache that pulled at his mind. "I wasn't gonna hurt her...", he spoke to the deceased elderly woman.

His breath slowed after he'd been there a little longer, staging a break in as he tumbled over furniture, broke the glass table and took some jewelry. He was a cop, he knew what true break ins looked like. He'd messed with the door, taken some items, killed the innocent women who was home at the wrong time. Now it was time to get back home, to the girl that he'd kill for. He licked his lips, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips, since pulling that hot baclava off. He felt like he could breathe. He felt the cool air from the Jeep's air conditioner, the, still, morning air, it felt good. He relaxed back into his seat after walking so far back to his vehicle. This was far too much work, he'd have to be cleaner with any riskier behavior. His arms folded over the steering wheel as he leaned forwards, feeling the pressure release from his spine in a series of cracks and pops, the sound of his jeans sliding across the seat, the only sound he could hear. He'd- God, he needed to throw up.

The Jeep door was threw open as hot, grotesque bile rose from his throat, throwing him onto the ground behind his jeep. He dry heaved, gasps and pants falling from his lips as his right hand held the side of his beloved vehicle. His left firmly placed on his thigh as he knelt, face down onto the cool pavement. It was over... it was done. All he had to do was go in and out, just as his breath was doing as he gazed down at the puddle of stomach acid. His throat burned, it felt like it was sizzling. His nose had remnants of the liquid left behind as he lifted his leg, shakily standing with his weight on the trunk. His head pressing the glass as he shifted all the way up, standing upright now, on his own.

———

She hadn't felt this peaceful in a long time, her body tensing as she stretched out her limbs. Sheets of a soft grey under her as she dug her face into the pillow, it smelt like him, that freshly cleaned, Irish Spring type of scent. It was light on the nose and comforting as her hand reached out across the queen sized bed, her fingers finding not a warm body, but a cold blanket and disturbed bedding. Her face pulled away from the authentic scent, her eyes lingering on the empty side of the bed. He couldn't have ditched her, her brows furrowed at the thought, she was in his home. Surly, if last night was a one, more like two, off then he'd simply asked her to leave? Her fingers dug into the mattress, idly as she pondered his disappearance. Until her bladder had decided enough was enough and she needed to get moving.

She crept from the bed, careful to watch to see if the boyish man would pop out from behind the door at any second. She wasn't familiar with his apartment. Hell, she hadn't even really got to see it, yet. They hadn't had much time for anything else, her cheeks flushed at the memory, those baby blues peeking up at her as he applied his tongue to her- fuck, she really had to pee. Her meme out now faded as she pushed herself bout of the bedroom. "Leon?", her voice rang out into the seemingly empty apartment. Her head poking out to look around his living room. He wasn't kidding... his apartment was not near as comfy as hers. The grey tones of, well, everything was a bit cold feeling. No blankets on the couch or pillows. Just a grey leather couch that had definitely seen better days. A small glass coffee table, a lamp on a side table and a tv propped up on the wall. It was bland. She knew guys weren't as into decorating or warming up the place.

She stepped through the living room, stopping in front of the tv that reflected her form in the light. "Leon?", she called once more, her eyes shifting around the room. Her legs tense as she pressed her thighs together, bathroom. It couldn't be that hidden. Her fingers raised as she walked back down the small side hallway, she pushed open the first door. It was an empty room, except for a trunk and some boxes. She growled, her eyes setting as she quickly pushed open the next. Finally- she rushed forwards. Her sleep pants pushed down as quickly as they could be. She felt instant relief, her lips letting out a sigh.

Her elbows to her knees, her jaw resting in her palms. She gazed across the bathroom, it was a little messy. Towels strewn about and socks, his tooth brush laid on the counter. Her lip pulled up and her eyebrow lowering. Fucking gross, he couldn't get a cup for it? She sighed, her eyes danced to the shower. Irish Spring, she knew it, a small victorious smirk fell on her lips. She looked to the toilet paper holder, the brown cardboard staring back at her. Her smirk was quickly relaxed with a wide eye stare. No fucking way. Panic hit her throat, no fucking way was she about to wait for Leon to come back and then above that, have him come back to her sitting in his bathroom, trapped by the lack of toilet paper.

A whine left her lips, her eyes going to the cabinet next to her. Please, please, please- her fingers curled over the edge of the door as she pulled it back, her eyes catching the roll as she reached for it. Her hand falling short at the red lace that laid next to it. She felt sick, were those...? Red, lace, crumpled up and tossed behind the package. "What the hell-", her words were near whispers. She heard the door close, her hand snatching back away from the underwear.

———

Leon walked into the apartment, his hands full of bags. What better way to wake up the beauty in his bed than breakfast from Honey Hollow? He had a smile on his lips besides the heat and sick feeling in his chest. He was disgusted but slightly proud of himself. Nothing was going to ruin them now. He placed the bags down on his counter, eyes lingering in the open bedroom door. He slid off that brown jacket he loved and had slid into after ditching the bloodied hoodie. A smirk tugged at his lips, what a sleeping- his eyes widened, where-

The click of the lock of a door, his eyes scanned the hallway, seeing her form in the bathroom door wat. Her sleepy, half lidded eyes. "Hey, sweet girl.", Leon's voice was oddly soft for someone who had done the things he had in the past 3 days. He could tell something was wrong, the way her bottom lip poked slightly more forwards. Her glassy little eyes, so soft and shining in the now nearly after noon sunshine. "What's wrong?", he stepped forwards, his hand up to cup her cheek. "What-", "Can you take me home?", her words shook slightly, her hand still holding the door ajar. "Please, i need to check on everything since the power went out.", that's not what's wrong, a few lost groceries didn't warrant an expression near tears. "I'll take you home after you eat.", that was not going to happen. He was going to keep her here for as long as he could. She couldn't go home, she couldn't be the one to find the body. He wanted to scare her but not down right scar her for life. "Leon, I want to go home-", she was adamant, her eyes searching his face. "I will take you home.", her eyes started to light up, "After you eat, i brought Honey Hollow. Coffee.", he turned away from her, walking towards his kitchen. He sighed, peeking at her as she hung her head and followed him. "They're calling for more severe storms today. As long as the weather permits, I'll take you home, bunny. Can you tell me why you really want to go home?", his voice was soft as he leaned into the stool at his counter. his leg stretched out as his other stayed bent. His hand on the counter and the other held out to her. She looked so down and upset.

She didn't know what happened, there's no way. Did she get bad news? Her phone wasn't on her. "Come here, bunny.", his voice was more stern at her lack of attention. His hand stretched a little further out as hers laid in his. He pulled her close between his legs and into his chest. "Did something happen? Did i upset you?", his chin rest on her shoulder. "Just tell me, I don't want you to be upset and leave in a mad mood.", he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I just want to make sure Mrs. Jones is okay and make sure my apartment is okay. I had some food in the fridge and I don't want it to smell up the house if the power stayed out all night.", she sighed, her hands on his thighs. He hadn't even thought to try and see if the power was on. He could've checked while he was there. "I'll take you home as long as it isn't storming.", he sighed, hugging the girl tighter.

Leon knew he had to tread carefully at the moment. He wasn't sure what was weighing on her mind. He didn't want to be angry with her but the sudden shutting him out, hurt. He knew she wasn't that worried last night, she'd been happy to come to his place last night and now, here, she was clamming up on him. Leon's lips pressed to her forehead, above her eyebrow. "Come on, let's eat.", he whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear. He'd be soft and sweet despite the tensing he felt in his joints. After all, everything he did was for her. Her safety came first, then her happiness. He couldn't risk her safety for her wants right now. He kept his arms around the quiet girl as she peeked at the bag, she was hungry and a small smile fell onto his face. He had lured her into agreeing at least for now. "I wasn't sure what you'd want, i got a sausage egg and cheese biscuit and then a bacon, egg and cheese.", he turned slightly, causing her to take a step forwards, now trapped between him and the counter, between his legs as she peeking into the bag. "sausage.", she watched as he reached in, "Got you a donut, too. Sweet girls deserve sweet treats.", he tried to warm her up as he kissed the side of her cheek, reaching over and placing the wrapped biscuit in her hands.

Her fingers unwrapped it as he grabbed his own. "Your Frappe, too.", he placed it in front of her. Was he bribing her? Yes. Unfortunately, it was the only way to ensure she didn't ask to go home again. He knew something was still bothering her as she was so quiet but he wanted to ease her away from whatever was prying into her mind. "Thank you, Leon.", she whispered as his hands ran her sides, feeling the curve of her hips as he trapped her with his legs. "Of course, I'll always make sure you're taken care of.", he hoped the words touched her, wiped her mind of the worrying thought. "I'll always, always take care of you, bunny. I promise you.", he placed his forehead onto her shoulder, he could feel her muscles moving as she ate quietly. His arms wrapped tighter around her, he never wanted to let go, wrapping around her waist to bring her back into his chest.

They both jumped, their bodies tensing as Leon's head popped up from her shoulder. A roll of thunder and a lightening strike outside the kitchen window had them both staring like deer in headlights. Her shoulders sagged as Leon's eyes lit up. He reached for his phone, sliding open the lock screen as the weather app was quickly tapped. Severe Thunderstorms, expected to last until 10pm. "I'm sorry, bunny. I'll take you home in the morning.", he sighed, he got the rest of the afternoon with the ill tempered woman. Her defeat caused a soaring victorious feeling to fill his chest. He couldn't spare her safety in exchange for happiness, she'd have to sulk in safety, in his arms. Thunder rolled over the pair, wrapped in the confines of his apartments his arms back around her as she stared out of the window, the glass quickly marred by the rain drops that blurred the bustling city.

Her sadness was valid, finding another woman's underwear in his apartment was down right gut wrenching. It wasn't fair, so many months of side glances and tense moments. He'd really been with someone else? Her lips brushed past the slightly greasy biscuit, taking a bite as the juice from the sausage dribbled down her chin. His finger came up to wipe at the clear liquid, wiping away the impurity. His finger-pads were rough, but it soothed her. Yet, she couldn't shake the feelings of hurt as she peered into his baby blues. His smile soft but even as before, there was always something lurking underneath. Like the grip he had on her at the party or the quick sharp quip he had slung at her in the car. She was safe, right?

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Alive Poly Harringrove x reader

Poly! Billy x Reader x Steve

Time it took me: Probably around 4 hours while watching a movie and cooking dinner.

Word Count: 1614

I wrote this for me but I wanted to post it so here you go my loves! <3

"I don't want you to go." Billy said firmly.

"Wait what? You need me, you can't win this without me! Eleven can't win without me. She's not strong enough." You said, shaking your head.

"No you're not going!" Billy yelled, making you jump.

"Billy, you know she's right.. We need her, El can't do this without her." Steve said, running his hands through his hair. His eyes were slightly glossy and red.

There was a new force of evil running through the veins of Hawkins. It was stronger than anything you've ever fought before. El has lost multiple times to it and so have you. The group has started to call it Vecna. You've had dreams about it, you've had visions about it. You've seen each and every outcome of this battle.

You've seen them fail.

Win.

Die.

You've seen you lose Yourself and everyone you love and care about.

Billy.. Steve.. El.. Max.. everyone. That was your power. The gang Nicknamed you the fortune Teller or fortune cookie. You can see the future of everything and everyone. Every decision they make you can see their life path and purpose switch. Rather the ending is good or bad you can see it all. But you can’t necessarily tell them what happens or you lose sight of that person's path of life.

When you and El escaped from the lab you both were frightened to death. Both were scared of getting caught and taken back to Dr Brenner. You two were his favorites. And from your visions you knew he would stop at nothing to get you both back until he was dead. His ending was always the same. So much that you stopped looking for a different ending.

He chose his life.

And he chose his path.

You were a year older than El. You knew a lot more about life than she did. Only things from your vision though. You still knew very little. But that didn't stop you from immediately having a crush on Steve when you first saw him. You liked everything about him. From his big head of hair to his try hard charm. He liked you as well but he felt like the age gap was too much. Though you already knew that you saw the vision. You would always tell him small things about his future that you were sure would happen just to freak him out.

Anytime Steve would talk about a girl or having another crush you'd always shrug it off and say "I don't know why you're so pressed about it, we're all gonna end up together anyways. You just have to wait for Billy" Each time he and everyone else would ask "Who's Billy?" "What are you talking about??" They all questioned you until Billy came into town a few months later.

When Mike,Lucas and Dustin came fussing about MadMax all you could do was smile. when they asked you why you said "Billy's here." They would tease you about having an imaginary boyfriend until they saw that Billy was MadMax's brother.

"That's impossible." Lucas said.

"It's like she's a wizard! No guys hear me out-" Dustin yelled in excitement.

"No, that's crazy!" Mike screeched.

That was until you met Billy. He was busy yelling at Steve about something you can't remember about what. You walked into the room and when his eyes landed on you his eyes softened and his voice lower. The rest of the gang was there, staring at the scene unfolding in front of them.

"Hello Billy." You said softly, smiling at him.

"Do I know you pretty girl?" He questioned softly, frowning his eyebrows.

"You feel that flutter in your chest? It's a sign that you already know me Billy. You've felt it for a couple of days haven't you?" You said walking closer to him. As you did Steve backed up a little from Billy's grip.

"How did you know that?" He whispered tilting his head.

"You shouldn't fight with Steve like that. We'll be together, all three of us. I wouldn't want any fighting when I'm around. It's a headache." You finally made your way to Billy. Bringing your hand up to his check you tucked his hair behind his ear. To which he leaned his head into your hold.

"Who are you?" He questioned.

"You already know."

Approximately 2 months later from that day You, Steve and Billy started dating. It was very bumpy in the beginning. Steve and Billy fought a lot no matter if it was about you or not. But you always were the only one to be able to break them up and for them to just kiss and make up like big boys.

Everyone was shocked when you three started dating besides El. She knew your visions were always real. Soon after everyone did too. Whenever you didn't want to do something and you were adamant about not going somewhere. They all knew something bad would happen so they all would just stick with you. The group has grown to trust your judgment. To the point they would ask you pointless questions about their day to day life.

"Can I go to the grocery store?" Joyce asked, holding onto her purse looking at you.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't you be able to?” You questioned.

“Just checking.” Joyce said, walking away with a soft smile.

“Is this going to be a good brush for my hair or am I just wasting my time?” Steve asked, holding up a brush for you to see.

“Your hair will tangle up easier.” You said as Billy tightened his hold on your waist.

“Damn it.” Steve said, walking to put the brush down.

“Is Mike ever going to pay me back?” Lucas said, running up to you panting out of breath.

“Most likely not.” You said shrugging, flipping the page of the magazine you were holding.

“I told you! I knew it!” Lucas yelled to Mike.

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about! She doesn’t know what I’m gonna do in the future!” Mike screeched out.

“Like hell she does!” Dustin yelled out.

“You’ll die! I can’t let that happen.” Billy said, shaking his head.

He started to pace the room. A sign that you’ve learned that he does when he's scared or nervous. You're sure he's feeling all of those things right now. Billy is way more protective over you than Steve is. Steve will be protective over you till a certain extent. Billy will protect you to his death. He refuses to let anyone hurt you. Even himself.

“Way to throw good vibes in the air.” Steve mumbled under his breath.

“I’m not fucking around right now Harrington!” Billy said pushing Steve a little too hard to your liking.

“Billy, I will be fine. But I can’t sit around and watch you all die knowing I could have tried.” You said without even thinking.

“All of us?” Robin questioned.

“Oh great. Just great! She’s confirmed our death and you guys still want to go?!” Eddie said, jumping up from the sofa.

“We’re gonna die..” Nancy said, looking down.

“I- It’s a path but it’s not the only one! Billy I have to go or else it will be the only path. As much as you love me I can’t let that happen. I would never be the same. They’re my family.” You said keeping eye contact with Billy. His eyes were facing the ground. His eyes kept moving like they were searching for something but you know it was his attempts to keep his tears in.

“I- I..” Billy struggled to say. You walked closer to him with your head tilted a little.

“Billy, I have to go.”

“I can’t lose you. You're all I have. I can’t live a life without you.” Billy said lowly. His voice cracked a little but you heard him perfectly fine.

“You won’t lose me. I promise. And I’m not all you have.. You have Steve.” You said promising and in attempts to make him feel better.

Billy let out a bitter laugh.

“We fight like dogs.” He huffed out.

“Because you love each other just as much as you both love me. Just in your own ways.” You said softly grabbing his billy lifting it up slightly so you could see better. Wiping his tears you kissed his lips softly.

“We're going to be okay. I promise.”

“Pinky promise?” Billy and Steve said at the same time making them look at each other as Steve moved closer.

“Pinky promise.” You answered softly, smiling.

Steve kissed your forehead and brung the three of you into a small group hug. You all felt each other relax in each other's hold. With this you saw their life paths change. They’d stick together no matter what happened tonight and that was all you needed. If there was a sacrifice that had to be made, Your two lover boys would have each other's backs to the end.

“So are we still going?” Eddie asked, making you three break away from the group hug.

“Yeah we are.” You said nodding.

“And are we all going to live?” Erica questioned.

“If that’s what you call it.” You said starting to walk away.

“Wait what?! What do you mean by that?!” Eddie screamed.

“Oh hell.”

“That’s it! We're doomed!” Dustin said.

This would be one hell of a fight and all you knew was One of you was not walking away from it alive. And you would be damned if it was one of them.

There all you have.

And no one was going to take them from you.

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Dancing under the Moonlight | Chapter 2. Love in the Limelight

Bradley Bradshaw x OC Reader (Nickname Honey)

Summary: After the Uranium Mission, Bradley Bradshaw decides he wants to settle down. Maybe even start a family at some point in time. But he felt so tired (and old) to be in the dating scene. That's until he sees a beautiful new bartender at The Hard Deck. Not only that; turns out she's Penny's niece, Beatrice. They both hit it off amazing, but for some reason, Beatrice isn't letting her walls down yet. But Bradley is going to get to the bottom of what Bea's big secret is.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, drinking, mentions of past abuse, fluff, eventually smut 18+, age gap (24 & 35)

It was finally the weekend!! Even though this was gonna be a group outing, you wanted to try your best to dress a little nice for Bradley.

Chantal was with you when you were getting ready, even your Aunt and cousin were a little worried about you. You changed three times in 5 minutes. You changed your hairstyle so many times your hair could probably stick up with all the hairspray you have in it. But you just went with a simple top and some jean shorts. You finally come jutting down the stairs, and everyone's eyes are on you.

Chantal gets up from the couch and makes her way to the front door with her bag and keys. “You finally decided on something?” you just give her a little nod, while also grabbing your bag and keys. But when you turn back she is giving you a sympathetic smile. “We are going to have fun tonight, Okay? Stop worrying about what he’ll think of you. Plus, if he doesn't like it, you can drop his ass.” you both let out a chuckle. But you're stopped when you see Penny walk up to you both. “Yea listen to C. Don’t worry so much about how you look. Go and have fun, pulse you are already beautiful. Since the day you were born.” She gently caresses your cheek, and then gives you a small kiss in the same spot. You try and hold back the tears that were welling in your eyes. You remember your mom always saying that to you when you were feeling down, or sad. She would always know how to make you smile again. But, now that she’s gone you never really heard those words again. Ever since then, your Aunt Penny has tried so hard to be a mom to you, and you will always be grateful for her doing that. You kiss her back and hug Ames, also promising her that you will try and get her a prize from the bowling alley. So, you and Chantal make your way out, budding goodbye to your Aunt, and make your way over to The Hard Deck for your shift.

Before Chantal starts up her vintage cherry red Mustang, “Hey C, are the girls still on to join us?” I ask when I finish buckling into my seat. She chuckles and gives me a warm smile, “Hell yeah girl! When I told them we were having a girl's night, while also spotting some cute aviators by our side. Honey, I could even get the question out fast enough without them saying yes. She puts on her sunglasses, starts the car, and off The Hard Deck, we go.

Just as when Chantal is pulling into the parking lot you spot the infamous Blue Bronco, and you’re practically jumping out of the moving car, trying to get in the bar as fast as possible so you can see the one person you've been dying to see for days now.

(Bradley’s POV)

When I hear the doors open at the front I whip my head around and see the girl I’ve been waiting for all day. Nat pauses her game of pool with Bob to come see what I’m losing my head over. But, she looks in my field of direction and sees a brunette girl, who seems to be with her friend looking around for somebody. When they look over in our direction she sees the brunette face light up when she looks at Rooster. That must be the “mystery girl” he keeps talking to. So, they make their way over.

I see Beatrice come crashing over to us, and she gives me a small wave, and a small “Hi.”

“Are we still on for tonight pretty girl,” I ask her. But the next second she freezes up, like the wind got knocked out of her. Why the hell would you say that? She probably thinks you're crazy for calling her that!

But I see her take a deep breath and try and speak to me. “Y-yeah… I’ll call the rest of my friends to come meet us here.” She seemed to snap out of whatever daze she was in to see the person next to her nudging her in the ribs.

She looks over at her friend whom she finally introduces. “Oh, everyone this is my best friend Chantal. Chantal this is Lieutenant. Bradley Bradshaw, Lieutenant. Robert Floyd, and Lieutenant. Natasha Trace.” She gives a silent wave to me and Bob. But, when I look over to see Nat, for some reason I see a little glimmer in her eye. I know for a fact that she would kick me in the balls if I said anything about it to her. So for now, I just keep my piece and focus my attention back on Bea.

We have a light conversation for a couple of minutes until she has to be on the clock. But as soon as she leaves, I already miss her presents, even though she is right up at the bar a couple of feet away. It feels like she’s miles away from me. I just want to be near her all the time.

Within the hour more of the squad makes its way into the bar, and when they do, Bea makes her stops to introduce herself along with Chantal. Who I might add has taken up all of Natasha’s attention by talking each other’s ears off. So, for the rest of her shift, I would come up from time to time, seeing if she was alright, and watch her over from the pool tables.

I stop focusing on the game of pool to see Hangman making his way over to Beatrice.

(Back to Your POV)

After some grueling hours wiping down tables, making drinks, and trying my best not to crack underpressure. I’m finally done tonight. Luckily Aunt Penny came in an hour later, so we wouldn’t be swamped with so many people at the bar.

Just as I’m about to head out from behind the bar, out of the corner of my eye, I see someone come up. I wanted to assume it was Bradley to come check on me for the fourth time tonight. But when I turned around to see a tall, blond, cocky-looking man leaning over the bar top with a toothpick in his mouth.

For some reason, I walk back over to see what he wants. I don’t even get the question out of what he would like when he starts to speak up. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing behind a bar?” “I’m getting off my shift right now,” I tell him.

“Well, why don’t you come out with me and my friends tonight? Probably hit the town. I might even take you somewhere private.” He gives me a mischievous smile while raising his eyebrows at me. He probably doesn’t know that I’m with the group tonight. So I’ll just play a little game with him, until he gets the hint.

“I’m sorry…” genuinely asking for his name, but still playing dumb with him. “Hangman. But you can call me Jake darlin’,” he says to me while he flicks the other end of the toothpick around in his mouth.

I’m sorry… Jake. But I don’t feed off of protein powder, and small dick insecurity,” I smile back at him. He falters a little but comes back in seconds. “Oh, I like em’ feisty. How about I leave you my number and call me sometime?” I just give a little chuckle and seize up to him so he can also stand up straight.

“Yea, call me and let me know when you can actually satisfy a woman in bed.” Just as he was about to say something else, Bradley came up to the bar top and stood next to Jake. I smile ear to ear when he arrives, and I can see the same expression on his face. I pan over to Jake and see him a whole lot little shocked.

“H-hey Bradley,” you tell him with a little bit of weariness in my voice. “Hey Bea, are we ready to go?” he asked back. I was about to say that I needed to ask Penny first if I could go. But she already beat me to it, coming up behind me to answer his question.

“She’s all yours Rooster. Just bring her back home in one piece. Okay?” He just gives a little salute back to her which of course makes me laugh.

After that, I get out from behind the bar and go right into Bradley’s side. But all of a sudden we stop and he pulls me closer to his body already giving me more chills down my spine and leans down to whisper to me, “He wasn’t giving you any problems was he?” He asks in a curious tone.

“Don’t worry B, I straightened him out a little bit.” Out of the blue, he kisses my temple and mumbles “That’s my girl” to himself, but you hear him anyways. He probably didn’t mean it. You think to yourself.

So, after everyone wrapped up with their pool and darts games it was time to go bowling.

After Chantal and Natasha convinced me it was a good idea to ride over to the alley with Bradley. We both knew what was up their tricky little sleeves, so me and Bradley told them they should ride together also.

That’s how you ended up in the passenger seat of Bradley’s Bronco when pulling up to the bowling alley.

After he parks the car, we see Chantal and Nat pull right in next to us and then comes the rest of the squad. When you try and open the door, you’re stopped by Bradley who’s moving closer to you while closing the door. I just look back at him.

“What are you doing pretty girl?” he asks me with raised eyebrows. Opening the door… What are you doing?” He looked dumbfounded at this point when I was answering that question. “Bea, my mother would be rolling in her grave if she found out I let you open your own door. Ya know I can feel her right now telling me off for not being a gentleman.

Now I was dumbfounded. I did want to ask him about what happened, but I didn’t want to pressure him into talking about stuff that was hard for him. So, I’m not going to get into it with him. He rushes out of the driver seat and comes running over to the passenger side to be a gentleman and open my door.

As I’m unbuckling I see him open my door, and give the fanciest bow he could give, and so I just play along. “Oh, ever the gentlemen!” I put my heart on my chest. But then jump out and follow everyone in.

When you get in you and Chantal, go ahead of everyone to see your friends Jesse, Georgia, Scarlett, Coco, and Rose. We all walk them over to the other group to introduce them to each other.

When you get a good look at the other guys from the group, it almost looks like their eyes are about to fall out of their sockets.

But you let the girls get to introduce themselves, and they seem to be enjoying it. Maybe enjoying themselves a little too much, but we all make our way to the front to get our lanes ready.

Once we got into our lanes, we decided to split the girls and the guys.

Then we were paired up, Javy and Coco, Micky and Rose, Ruben and Jesse, Bob and Georgia, Jake and Scarlett, Natashe and Chantal, and finally Bradley and Beatrice.

We went into three different lanes, and of course, there was an odd number of people that left me and Bradley in one lane by ourselves. I even see Chantal and Nat in the lane next to us giving lovely Dovey looks at me and Bradley. But I can see the same feeling when Chantal is with Nat.

A couple of years ago Chantal came out to you as bisexual, You asked her why she hadn’t told you sooner.

Her answer was that you wouldn’t want to be friends with her if she told. That made you want to slap her silly and tell her she was completely wrong. At the end of that night, you both ended up in your bed cuddling while eating junk food, with lots of tears and telling her if she ever gets her heart broken, you will hunt that person down to the end of their days.

So, you can truly believe Natasha was a good person, and you truly believed she would love Chantal till the end of time.

You could only wish that could happen to you.

And Hour goes by and you all are having a good time, eating, drinking and laughing our asses off. You don’t know who, but someone started a bet with each lane.

If someone misses the lane, and the ball goes in the gutter. That lane would have to do 50 push-ups. I feel really terrible for me and Bradley because when it was my turn I would go up I would miss.

Every single time!

You can’t really remember what count you’re both on. It might be 150… or 60. But you would just always look over at Bradley and feel really bad that he was also doing this punishment with you.

After you both are finally done with that count, you walk back to the seats, sit down, and finally get a chance to breath. You look over, and your face on with his arm. His muscles look so defined and huge. You just want to wrap your arms around them and never let go.

We are out having a good time. Now stop thinking about him like that Bea!

I finally spoke up and said something. “I’m really sorry we’re making us do push-ups. Not really expecting work to come follow you.” I put my head down. Shying away from him looking at me. “Hey, Bea… look at me, pretty girl.” When I look up he takes his finger and puts it under my chin so we are making direct contact with his hazel irises. “You don’t need to apologize. It just bowling. Plus, at least I can be able to do them with you and not Jake.”

We both giggle, but that stops when we see Chantal and Natasha making kissing noises at us. So, together you and Bradley both flip them off and return back to your game.

Once again Bradley makes a strike on his turn, he comes over to give you a high five and sits next to you. When you look up to see your name highlighted on the monitor telling you it is your turn, you just let out a sigh and brace yourself to get down on the floor and do another round of push-ups.

But all of a sudden when you are about to swing your ball back you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders stopping you.

You turn around and see it was Bradley, he comes down so he can talk to you. “I think you might need help instead of just wracking your ball in the gutter,” he tells me while pointing to our lane. “Well, teach me. See if I’m really any good,” I give him a little smirk, and Bradley copies the same expression on his face.

He stands behind you, and your back is flush against his front. And wrapping his arms around your own, almost looking like he was holding the bowling ball himself.

He bends down a little so he can talk to me again, “What you want is a good stance.” So he moves his hands from the ball and bends down to move you legs to the same position he’s in.

“Then, bring your arms back” he puts his burly hands over you and you both swing the ball back and then down the lane it goes.

It feels like you’ve been holding your breath for an eternity, feeling like the ball was going down the land so slowly and just waiting for it to hit the pins.

Then you hear the pins fall. You finally got a strike. When you see all the pins disappear, you start to freak out with excitement. Squealing and jumping up and down like a kid in a candy store. Then you turn around to give Bradley a big hug, and he wraps his arms around you and spins you in circles.

“Did you see that? I got a strike bitches!” You yell at the top of your lungs. You see everyone from the group cheer for you, even the people from the other lanes whistle for your lucky shot.

You look up at the monitor and see the little animation for the strike. It stops and tells you that your turn is still up. So you turn back to him, “I didn’t think I learned the first time. Can you show me again?” you ask him with a cheeky grin. “For you pretty girl, anything.” So you get your ball from the ball return, and wait for Bradley to come up behind you, and help you get back in your stance.

This night can’t get any better.

Once we were all done with the bowling alley, there was a beautiful sunset, and there was a boardwalk nearby. So, we all got in our cars and made our way over there.

When we all got there we decided to split up for a little bit when some of the group wanted to go on rides or go play some carnival games.

But, you and Bradley just decide to walk around not to do anything, and just wanting to be in each other's presence. While along the walk, you and Bradley kept brushing your hands together, not knowing how were going to initiate the first move. But before you can think, you take a leap and pick up Bradley’s hand and interlock your and his together. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable so he keeps looking outwards at everything around him.

But you could feel him give your hand a gentle squeeze, and a couple of seconds later he brought your interlocked hands up to his lips and gave your knuckles a light kiss. Your heart was about to explode out of your chest you were so happy. So, you wrap your other hand around his bicep and continue on your quiet stroll.

You almost forgot to get Amelia a prize from the arcade at the bowling alley, so you dragged Bradley over to one of the games to try and win a small prize. And of course, you have no luck when trying to win any games, so you let Bradley try.

And of course, he wins the first time, and the second, and third. Now, you were carrying a giant teddy bear and two smaller prizes to his Bronco.

How is he so fucking good at everything? I wonder if he’s this good in bed-

“Would you care to have a walk with me on the beach?” he closes the door to the backseat where the bear was occupying his giant, fluffy frame. “Don’t mind if I do Lieutenant.” You both take off your shoes, interlock your hands again, and descend to the sandy shoreline.

You both walk in silence for a little bit before you both speak up at the same time. But he lets you go first. “Bradley… what is… what is this thing between us?” you ask him. But I cut him off. “Well, I know what it is… maybe. I just don’t want one of us to get the wrong signals, and in the end, someone gets hurt-” his finger cuts you off on your lips to make your stupid ass stop rambling.

“Listen, Bea, I definitely know what this is, and trust me, nobody is going to get hurt. By the looks of it, we both know something is here between us.” “I… can we just take this slow for a little bit please?” “Absolutely pretty girl.”

You see him grab something out of his back pocket and unravel a cord. You see him offer you an earbud. And hold up what looks to be like a very janky iPod Shuffle. Your mouth is agape when you see him put the opposite earbud in his ear. “Care for a dance, m’lady?”

I’m still in shock, but I let out a hardy laugh. “Bradley Bradshaw I know for a fact you did not bring an iPod on the beach to slow-dance with me!” I’m still laughing when he starts to sway from side to side. My laughing dies down, and I eventually give in.

I grab the unused earbud place it in my ear, and see him press play. Some 80s hit play, even though they were super upbeat, we swayed in silence. One part listening to music, the other listening to the waves crash on the shore.

‘You’re Gonna Miss Me’ by Connie Francis starts playing. you look down a little, to see a gold chain peaking out of his shirt. You don’t know why but you reach up and touch the cross. You look up at him finding he already had his eyes on you. “It used to be my mom's. But after…” Now I’m the one to cut him off. “Hey, if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m not gonna force you. Plus, I don’t want you to feel like you have to tell me everything-” He steps closer connecting both of your lips to his own.

It wasn’t a harsh kiss, to say the least, it was soft and gentle. But you know there was so much more behind it. But you are not getting into that right now.

So, keep kissing this really attractive guy it is.

You both break apart and connect your foreheads, both trying to catch your breath. “That was… fun,” you both let out a chuckle. You suddenly speak up, “Honey.” you move away from him a little bit to see his eyebrows raised. “My nickname is Honey. I only let people call me that if they’re close to me.”

He just nods and gives you a soft kiss on the lips. “Okay, Honey.” then he wraps you into his embrace, and continues to sway back and forth listing to the rest of the song.

Finally, for once in your life, you’re wrong for the right reason. And you're pretty damn happy about that.

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avatarmerida · 1 year

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New brain rot? No, just Huntlow in a different font. It’s a Willina (?) HC/ if I wrote a fic this would be it but also I dunno if I will get so here are some crumbs under the cut if you care:

William gives me the vibes of like he is a grimwalker that Belos made but he’s the only one he’s gotten right so he has to “preserve” him until he’s needed because making a grimwalker is hard let alone a sustainable one. So that’s why he’s doing the classic sleeping thing and in his mind he’s under a curse which is why he can’t like remember a lot about his past or who he is and that’s where his arc stems from like he believes stopping by wild magic will restore his memories or something.

Also I feel like a fun little twist since this version of Hunter is very Disney-esque and I think he’d still be made of palistrom trees if they did like a Pinocchio type thing where he can’t lie (or at least can’t lie to Belos) without it causing him pain or like branches grow from him and he just chalks it up to the curse not to the clone thing. I also picture him like that frog from the Swan Princess movie where he’s convinced a kiss from a princess will save him but since he’s been asleep for who knows how long there are no royalty left.

And then okay also his is instantly charmed by Paulina. Like he just thinks she is so cute right away and she’s the only person who isn’t annoyed with his speeches of his backstory and mission and is genuinely nice to him. And they meet sooner in this version and Paulina takes longer than Willow to migrate to the plant track and maybe practices in secret and confides this to William in exchange for his secret about the lying thing. And she’s like “That’s awful, I wish I could help you.” And he’s like “I appreciate it, but only a princess can.”

And I fully subscribe to the HC that he calls her princess as a nickname and so she says “I’d like the try anyway.” And she’s not great at magic but she tries anyway and there’s a montage of them trying different spells and potions and stuff and then either they discover or William finally mentions that a kiss from a princess is how the spell was broken (according to the stories which are not factual but we’re brought over by Belos to like help manipulate people somehow) and Paulina plant girl is like “OMT there is a flower called Princess kiss and it’s rare but maybe that’s it.” And they go on a little quest where they get to know each other better and they find the flower and all it does is make him sneeze a bunch. It’s clear the books mean a literal kiss.

So William is so grateful but poor Paulina is like “If only I was a real princess, and not just a half a witch then I’d actually be able to help you.” And William blushes as he little brain process the fact that she basically said she would kiss him if it would help him and he’s like “Well, it couldn’t hurt to try.” And then they get very close to kissing before being interrupted (of course).

And then later on, William is like on to Belos and done with him and goes to tell everyone but Belos doesn’t wanna destroy him because he worked hard to make him so he turns him into a frog while he makes up another sleeping potion to try again later. And frog William tries to warn everyone but he is not a talking frog so he can’t communicate with them but he brings Paulina the princess kiss flowers and starts sneezing and Luz is like “I didn’t know frogs could sneeze?” (And idk if they do let’s pretend they don’t, Amphibia fans don’t come for me) and Paulina is like that’s weird and she puts two and two together and realizes it him and while they’re trying to figure out how to reverse it, she’s holding him tightly and assures him it’s gonna be okay and gives him a gentle kiss atop his head and he transforms back.

He’s so overjoyed and he picks her up and spins her around and he’s like “I told you being a princess was about more than a shiny crown.” Or something which is a callback to a conversation they had before. It doesn’t cure the grimwalker thing because that’s not a curse it’s what he is but then every time something goes wrong he’s like “Paulina can just kiss me and it’ll be okay.” And everyone is like “Dude you cannot just think you’re invincible because her kiss undid one super outdated curse.” And he’s like “Well it can’t hurt to try.” (It still can, btw) And Paulina is just a blushing smitten mess about how her scrawny little prince truly thinks there is nothing she can’t do.

Idk I feel like it would be a longer fix to explain all the differences but it’s an AU that I would get messy with and a little confused but that’s the vibe I got from th like 10 second clip.

#huntlow #winter toh #toh #the owl house #willow park #Hunter toh #idk how to tag the beta ship so let’s hope huntlow is enough lol

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