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bakubunny · 5 months

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f!reader | part 1 | it had been a week since toji was a total creep and overheard what you’d assumed was private, personal time, and the last thing he’d do was let it go. now he was making a point to get in your space. he’d touch you unnecessarily, make smart remarks. and it was irritating as hell, having to constantly push him away; it was hard enough to look him in the face or keep your cheeks from flushing. but seeing you flustered only seemed to egg him on, no matter how many times you’d told him to, “back the fuck off, toji.”

“i think you mean daddy, sweetheart,” he’d said this morning. if it weren’t for the fact that he looked twice your size and was clearly infinitely stronger than you, you’d probably deck the nasty old creep, but you knew better. at this point you’d considered finding a new place to live several times until you remembered that he was letting you live with him for almost nothing.

but now, as you stood at the front door, it took everything you had not to slam it shut when your boyfriend left. he was doing it again, accusing you of sleeping with your coworkers, his friends, your roommate. but you weren’t. tears welled in your eyes as you wondered why the hell you put up with his shit yet again when toji - in a rare moment of what seemed like kindness - asked that from behind you.

“why do you keep that piece a shit around?” he said.

you jumped at his voice, not having heard him as entered the room.

“doesn’t matter. i don’t fucking know anymore,” you replied. you tried to walk past him, but he was a wall in front of you. “move. please.”

aaaand of course, the snark was back.

“please, what, pretty girl?” his voice was low and smooth like honey as he spoke.

“cut the bullshit,” you said as your cheeks flared with heat.

toji leaned against the hallway entrance, unwilling to move.

“i said move.” your patience was already thin.

toji lifted your chin with that stupid fucking look that made you weak in the knees, the one you’d wanted to wipe off his face so badly all week. “gettin’ tired of your bitchy attitude, princess. don’t make me show you how to behave.”

you ignored the heated throb between your legs. “you’re such a fucking perv.”

he scoffed. “yeah, one that’s got you touchin’ yourself every fuckin’ night. beggin’ me to fuck you. cryin for daddy to come stuff your cunt til you’re too dumb to speak.”

your chest grew hot.

“c’mon, brat. two little words. what d’ya got to lose, some greasy twerp who’s sleepin’ around on ya?” he asked.

the words stung. you knew he was right.

your fists balled up as your face burned hotter still. “please, daddy.”

the grin on his face was almost sickening. “tell daddy what you want,” he taunted.

a thought ran through your head. so much of you wanted to tell him to move so you could hide, sleep off the tears you were just put through. but toji was right.

what did you have to lose?

“fuck me.”

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“shit, toji-” you whined.

a heavy, wet, plap-plap-plap filled the room as toji drove his thick, veiny cock into your cunt. he groaned hearing his name on your lips, so desperate and slurred. so much better than when you’d fucked yourself thinking of him.

“c’mon, baby. say my name, tell me who fucks you this good, huh?” he growled.

toji’s tongue ran up the side of your neck from behind. your fingers curled deeper into the sheets as a shiver ran down your back; he sucked and nibbled at tender spots along your neck, leaving a trail of marks behind. you moaned his name and cursed again. drool dribbled into the bed as the last syllable of his name was drawn out on your lips.

“tha’s a good girl,” he said before landing a hard strike on your ass.

“ah! daddyyy,” you cried out. your cunt fluttered in response.

you were so full of toji’s cock that you couldn’t think, could hardly breathe. you’d be thankful he had you on your stomach so you could lay there and take it, but he’s so thick and big that every thrust made you feel split wide open as your pussy clenched around him, your body limp.

toji leaned back. thick, calloused fingers gripped your hips harder. he looked down and watched your ass ripple in front of him from the impact of his thrust, mesmerized by the soft thickness of your thighs. he groaned seeing the cream you left on his cock the more he fucked you. you pushed your hips up a little to meet his thrust and adjust the angle, but toji stopped you.

“ah ah, babygirl, daddy’s gonna do all the work for ya,” he said. “fuck ya better than that useless prick ever did. ain’t that right?”

his massive hands slid up to your waist and pinned you to the bed as he adjusted the angle of his thrust, his cock dragging along your sweet spot and hitting a deep, tender point that had your legs trembling, brain melting into mush.

“yes, so much better. fuck, s’perfect, please don’ stop,” you moaned.

it was that moment when your phone lit up again, buzzing with a name you wanted to forget. your now ex-boyfriend. toji let out a frustrated grunt and grabbed your phone. he tossed it next to your face.

“answer the damn phone so he stops calling,” toji said.

he hadn’t even been gone twenty minutes and he’d called three times in the last five, probably to beg you to forgive him.

“n-no you g-gotta stop, toji, what are-”

toji scoffed. his thrusts softened as he answered the phone and put it on speaker. you made some semblance of an attempt to not sound like you were fucked out of your mind.

“babe? what do you need?”

toji’s hips rolled into yours as he slowly fucked you, dragging over your sweet spot in long strokes as you bit your knuckles. your eyes rolled and you swallowed a pant while you waited for a response.

“babyyy, princess, i’m so sorry. listen, i know you’d never-”

he was cut off by your cry and the helpless moans that followed as toji unexpectedly resumed his hard, heavy pace, slamming his hips into yours. the wet clapping of your pussy against him was loud enough that it had to be heard on the other line. without thinking you, you whined toji’s name, loud and clear with your phone still in sight.

“you filthy fucking bitch-”

toji took the call off speaker as your ex-boyfriend screamed, still connected but now much quieter as he brought the receiver closer. he leaned down and pulled a fistful of your hair. “s’not my name princess. try again.”

without being prompted, you did all the work for him.

“f-f-fuck, daddyyy, fuck, please make me cum, please, y’so fucking big, feels so good. need’a cum on your cock,” you babbled mindlessly.

toji laughed quietly. “ya hear that? that’s what a slut should sound like. bet ya never made her moan like this.”

rather than hang up, your ex only seemed to get angrier hearing toji’s voice. toji left the call running.

“i know babygirl, daddy’s so big, huh?” he said into your ear. “you can take it, sweetie. take it like a good girl f’me.”

your cunt fluttered and clenched around him like a vice. toji moaned, his lips connecting with your skin - your neck, shoulder, ear. “fuck, y’so - tight. gonna make me - cum.”

feeling toji swell and throb inside your walls with every thrust only pushed you that much closer as your legs shook hard. “m’ so c-close, shit, please don’t stop, daddy-”

“that’s it pretty girl. cum, make a mess on my fucking cock,” toji said.

your orgasm came crashing down over your body in waves as toji held you tighter and fucked you through it until the tight grip of your cunt pulled him over the edge.

“that’s my girl, mmm f-fuck, such a - good slut.”

toji came with a loud groan that rumbled on your back and made you shudder underneath him as ropes of hot cum spilled into your pussy, filling you to the brim.

at some point, the call had ended. toji grabbed your phone immediately after he came and opened up the front facing camera. he grabbed the bulk of your hair in one hand to pull your head back and held your phone in the other in front of you both, his body massive compared to yours underneath him.

“smile for the camera, princess,” he said.

he took a picture of your sweaty, fucked out face next to his and opened your messages. he pulled up the picture. “don’t come back.”

send.

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greg-montgomery · 10 months

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Hi! Sorry for bothering, I have a request if you don't mind, but I have a thing to say too. I downloaded tumbler just a week ago, and I've been in love with everything you've written. Literally, you can't even imagine how much. The dynamics between Hotch and Reader are >>>>>>>, not to mention the Jack-Reader bond, which, honestly, is healing my inner child, lol.

If you have time, of course, and if you wouldn't mind doing that (I really don't wanna bother you) could you write something with this plot?

The team has to share a room for a case, and Hotch had to bring Jack because Jessica couldn't be with him. Hotch, since he was with Jack, had decided to take the room alone, but when Reader asked Emily to room-share, Jack insisted on staying with Reader. Then, you know, there's only one bed... And while Hotch is showering, Reader ends up comforting Jack, and they fall asleep together, cutely. When Hotch cames back, he asks Reader for cuddles.

I'm sorry if that's too long or if you don't wanna write it, it's totally okay, really. Sorry for bothering again <3

hii! i just wanna say you mentioning about 'healing your inner child' really touched my heart. like this is the biggest compliment i could ever get? thank you for telling me! i love you and i hope you like this <333

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Are you ready to play uno with me till 3am?” you grinned at Emily, your hand squeezing hers tightly.

Her own grin revealed that her answer would be positive, but she didn’t have the chance to actually reply. A tiny voice rushed to respond on her behalf.

“No!”

Aaron turned to look at his son with a surprised expression, watching him running to you and grabbing your hand that was holding Emily’s.

“Stay with me instead,” he whined. “Please, Y/N!”

It was endearing how attached Jack was to you. Just a few nights of babysitting to help out your boss were enough for the kid to consider you as one of his best friends. And of course the feelings were mutual.

Still, you weren’t sure how to respond. Jack accompanying his dad to a work trip was already unconventional, but the three of you sharing a room? It felt way too intimate for a boss, his kid, and his subordinate.

“Sweetie,” you said, squatting down so you could be face to face. “You’ll be staying with your dad.”

“There’s room for you too!”

You let out a sigh, unable to say no to the kid’s puppy eyes. Your own eyes searched for Aaron’s, finding him staring at your interaction amused. At least he wasn’t mad.

“Only if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable,” he said.

“Oh no, not at all,” you reassured him. Getting up, you took Jack’s hand and walked close to Hotch. “But are you sure you’re not uncomfortable?” you asked him quietly.

“Jack loves you. We’ll be happy to have you.”

“Okay then.” You gave him a sweet smile, and the two of you laughed at the sound of Jack cheering.

“Come here, little man,” you ordered Jack with one eyebrow raised, even though you both knew it was all very much an act.

“You said we’d play uno!”

“No, I said I’d play uno with Emily, who is a grown up and can stay up till late. You mister, should be sleeping already.

He pouted at your words but you wouldn’t have it. “Come here, and I’ll tell you as many bedtime stories as you want.”

“Promise?” he asked, stretching out his arm and raising his little finger.

You hooked yours with his, “Promise.”

Aaron was still in the shower when you and Jack crawled under the covers. You worried about making room for him, since you would all have to share one bed. The situation was so domestic and intimate; it felt as if you were a real family. A part of you wondered if that was the way things were meant to be.

Jack’s little head on your chest, shook the thoughts away and reminded you that there was a bedtime story waiting to be told. So you pulled him even closer to you, and started playing with his hair.

“Once upon a time there was a little country girl. Her mother had a little red riding hood made for her, so everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood…”

You weren’t sure how many stories it took for you and Jack to fall asleep. You hadn’t even realized you had fallen asleep until you felt some movement on the bed, which was Aaron struggling to get just a little bit of your shared blanket.

“Sorry,” you whispered as soon as you were awake enough to figure out what was happening.

“It’s okay. It’s too small for all three of us.”

“Yeah…” you said, feeling almost guilty.

“We should probably move closer so it can cover us better,” he suggested and you couldn’t help but grin.

“Just say you’re jealous and want cuddles too,” you teased him.

“Fine, busted,” he said, obviously not caring that you had found out his true motives. “Now both of you come here.”

He stretched out his arm and you and Jack were snuggled up in his embrace in no time.

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fuwaprince · 4 months

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👉👈 Hi friends! I have a long, serious post made just for you(!) that isn't full of spoilers, smut or mooning lawn gnomes. Please read if you can, this is a 💥 mutual aid request 💥

It has been a horribly painful and long while as most people following/keeping up with me know. and in a few days I'm going to be down $1500, which is basically all my fucking $

I can't afford Christmas for anybody, which sucks and I'm very sorry. I can't even take care of myself and haven't been, which also sucks and I'm very sorry

Landlords spontaneously raised rent on me more than halfway through this month as punishment for not getting to my house chores and not communicating, to be totally honest with you. I feel ashamed and awful about it but I didn't want to clean the place while multiple ppl living here had tested positive for COVID and kept walking around unmasked... I am not fully vaxxed because I've been too depressed to get any kind of necessary medical care done and I didn't want to catch COVID in the middle of my finals week for the semester. I woke up to being angrily and rudely bitched at first thing after the last of my finals (I passed at least). It wasn't a humanizing text. Fuck the mistreatment though. Rent is now almost doubled and it won't be lowered

There was no room for negotiation and I truly believe they've resorted to pricing me out of living here because the group of renters psychologically tormenting me wasn't effective (actually- putting a picture of my rapist on the fridge rly was super effective in getting me to isolate myself in my room all day and so was outing me as trans to the transphobic ass neighbors.... But I didn't and still don't have any place better to move out to, like the way they were hoping I would. Yes, I have looked and BEGGED btw)

I want out of here NOW, but I can't leave. I tried and had to come back because it was the best option. I can't afford to stay in a motel/hotel/BnB just to get away from them for a day or two during Christmas. I don't have any friends who I can spend the holiday with either. During the semester, I resorted to convincing classmates with keys to locked buildings to let me crash in them while they worked at night and I would leave before anybody showed up. Now that school is out, I can't do that. I don't have any family I can reach out to for support or friends who I can depend on for immediate help. I have been crying day in and day out for weeks. I have records of it posted throughout my blog. Literally crying for days on end. I'm being so fucking transparent

All that lump of text is to explain to whoever is out there, who might be listening and willing and able, to please consider helping me, if and ONLY IF able. I know times are tough and if you'd rather use your $ for other reasons or just don't have any to spare, don't sweat it and take care! 🫂

I've thought about what I could do for a long time and have helped myself how I can. It isn't enough. I've applied for so much assistance. Been approved and been sabotaged by my inhumane mom (who does not love me) via stealing my legal documents and letters and hiding them for months. My mind jumps to grim places but I'm clinging for dear life to whatever hope I have left that says things will get better. I wish I knew somebody with a business that I could work for. Part of me feels so fucking terrible for asking for help because I feel like a waste of all your resources. I feel like I shouldn't ask, like I really do not fucking deserve help, but there are friends online who care, who I know mentioned being interested in helping in whatever ways they can

So to the people who care to seriously me, I'm ready to accept it: please send me nice words to get through this and feel less alone. It feels pathetic to ask but I would love a nice letter. A nice card even. Kind words of any kind would go a long way. It means more to me than food. I have felt so broken and every day feels like a test to figure out how badly I actually want to live

I'm also leaving my cash app and paypal here in case anybody would like to do more than what I'm comfortable asking but probably very likely will inevitably need very very soon. I will be left with fucking nothing and I will have no idea what to do once rent is paid

Thank you to those of you who have sent love, offered to listen and heard me out. I really wish it wasn't so hard to survive. I'm trying to feel better knowing there are people out there who are also without help and hoping the best, but it doesn't make me feel any better or comforted tbh. I just wish the help was there for us. I wish there was a place to go for spare love, care, compassion, empathy, kindness, humanity, generosity... I need that more than I need $. Call me stupid but that's what I live for. I don't live for paying to survive in terrible conditions. I live for love and to smile with friends

I hope to write back to the friends who have already been so kind as to message me soon btw. I'm sorry for not replying sooner. Your overwhelming support is sincerely sweet and sometimes I cry because I can't believe people are so nice (to me???). It'll give me something to do that doesn't make me feel like dying! :') so thank you thank you thank you *fist bump*

Hope you're all doing as well as you can and that somehow things get better. Hope anybody else struggling like me doesn't make the mistake of isolating like a sick and dying animal. You deserve love. You deserve support. Don't be like me. Have the courage to reach out to the people who care about you for help as early on into your emergency as possible. Don't let your situation snowball because you spend so long trying to figure out if you're worth it!!! This Random Tumblr user is here to tell you that YOU ARE. Sending my infinite everlasting unconditional love. Be nice to yourselves. Be nice to each other. Fuck the hateful assholes who wish I would just kill myself already. Tell your friends you love them. Happy Holidays!!!

And here's a single picture of a mooning lawn gnome at the very end, as a treat! I told you this post wasn't full of it.... It just ended with it 👉👉

#i decided i rather write a help post rather than a suicide note or my own obituary #sorry to ask for your attention AGAIN #mutual aid #important #help #i'm very sorry #mutuals can all kick my ass once for not abandoning me during these times #i wish i had a $ goal but i do not as of now #I'm taking it a day at a time #doing my very best and trying so damn fucking hard.. please help #i rly would just like to escape and have my own tiny place one day.... some place i can live and love happily in #i was on the steets earlier this year and living out of my ex's car. i do not want to go back to that out of desperation #i have been through so much just trying to survive in place where i don't feel like i belong or welcomes me #i need help #babbling

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justlemmeadoreyou · 5 months

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windfall | (mechanic!harry part2)

summary: part 2 to this

word count: 2k

warnings: cursing

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As you walked away from the garage, frustration and annoyance built up within you. Harry's indifferent and grumpy attitude was not making this situation any easier. You considered finding another garage, but deep down, you knew that might not be a feasible option given the state of your car.

You didn’t even want to go to work today. Sleeping curled up in the backseat of the car had made your body sore, especially your back. But leaving work would mean staying at the garage all day, listening to scolds from Harry, and you didn’t want that either.

So, you decided to go to work.

Walking to the nearest bus stop, you managed to get a bus that dropped you off near your office, but you still would have to walk half a mile.

Great.

You reached the office after about an hour, completely disheveled and tired. You had gotten a bit sweaty too, that failed the purpose of taking a shower, and you were already in the need of another.

Walking in, the receptionist as well as the other few looked at you judgmentally, but you successfully managed to ignore them, too tired to start a conversation and explain your circumstances.

Walking to your worn-out leather chair, you threw your bag on the table, and slumped down on the chair. You looked at your computer, and then at the pile of files you had on your table, as well as the reports you had to finish working on, to get signed by Jake, your boss. You pouted; it was so much work for just one person. The worn-out chair creaked as you shifted, contemplating how to tackle the mountain of tasks in front of you.

Turning on the computer, you got up from your chair, and decided to go for a coffee run.

Turning the coffee machine on, and placing your cup below, you stared at the liquid pouring down as it gradually filled the cup. After a few moments, another person entered the room, and you looked over your shoulder.

Thankfully, it was your friend, Mia.

Mia was one of the very few girls in the office who worked at the same position as you, and you two had grown really close over the past 6 months, when she had driven you home one night from the bar, you had been really wasted and she was he only one sober. She had made you drink water, take a Tylenol, and tucked you in. She was so caring.

She walked with a smile up to you, proceeding to retrieve her own cup. She then came and stood next to you, while the machine was still filling up your cup.

“Morning.”

“Morning. You look tired. What happened?” she asked. You sighed and frowned, as all of the things that had happened in just the last 24 hours came rushing back, making you want to cry so bad.

“Yeah, I took the bus, and walked like, half a mile to reach here”

“Oh god. What about your car?”

“It totaled. And my apartment too, it’s gone. My landlord kicked me out.”

“Jesus, that’s awful. So you slept in your car?”

“Mhm” you removed your cup, and replaced it with hers. Taking a sip, you closed your eyes as it cascaded down your throat. You hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon, and the coffee gave you some energy to finish some of your work, till the afternoon at least.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” she frowned too, feeling sorry for you.

“It’s alright. Should have seen that coming. I mean, I spent so much money on the concert tickets last month, I almost went broke. I couldn’t even pay rent, and it was due since so many months”

“Still. That’s so bad. If you want, you can stay at mine for a few days. My roommate has gone for a trip and I think she’ll come back next week”

Your eyes brightened. She was such a gem. You immediately put your cup down, and hugged her.

“Thank you so much. So so much”

Rest of the day went by great. You were able to submit 5 reports, and completed most of the files and cleared them off your desk. You had finally managed to find a place to live, at least for the next few days, and you were sure you could figure something out till then.

Walking back to the garage, you had a cute smile on your face. The prospect of having a place to stay for the next few days infused you with a sense of relief, and not having to see Harry everyday was an added advantage.

Reaching the garage, you spotted your car and walked to it. There was someone down below, working on it. You decided to sit by for a bit, to find Harry and tell him about the new conditions. Surely, he will be glad to see less of you throughout the week.

You knocked the hood of the car, hoping the person below would listen.

He came sliding out, but he wasn’t Harry.

And he was gorgeous. Bright blue eyes, with brunette hair. He was wearing a tank-top, the shirt tied around his waist. There was a bit of grease here and there, but you didn’t mind.

“Yeah?”

You blinked and shook your head, bringing your eyes back up to his face.

“Uh-yeah. I was just-I came to ask that-Oh-this-this is my car. I wanted to ask, is there any progress?” you stumbled a bit around your words, but managed to blurt out at least an understandable sentence.

“Oh, yeah. I checked the engine and it was…well, in a bad condition. I will have to replace the air filters, check the exhaust and combustion, and the fuel too. Will have to replace the battery too”

He got up, cleaning his hands on a stray cloth.

“Oh. It’s not totaled yet, is it?”

“No, lord no. It’ll be much lower than that. How much did you buy this for?”

“About 35,000 dollars”

“Nope, this will be about 600 dollars.”

“Oh, thank god. I met, Harry? In the morning. And he scared me so bad. I felt that it was gone”

“No, he just likes to give hard time to everyone. I’m Niall, by the way” he extended his hand for a handshake, and you gladly did.

“Hi. I’m Y/N. And he really scared me so much.”

“Yeah, he just does that so people use their cars better. Or at least live in fear till the repair is done. “

You shook your head, and remembered that you had to pack up your stuff, since Mia, and the moving truck was going to be here soon.

“That’s so bad. Is he around?”

“Yeah, he’s in the back. I’ll call him.”

“Sure”

He went in and came back after a while, and Harry still had his nose scrunched up, and shoulders slumped, hands crossed in the front.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Oh-I wanted to tell you that-my friend, she offered me her apartment for a while, so for a week, I will be living with her. So I’ll take my stuff away and you can take my number, call me if it’s done.”

“Cool. But I don’t do calls. You’ll have to be come and check yourself”

“Don’t be a dick” Niall interrupted, “I can take your number. I’ll call you if it’s done early”

You smiled, and gave him your number. He promised to call you, and reassured you that he’ll do his best work on it. It made you feel a bit relaxed, and at ease. At least, everyone was not as rude as Harry. Soon, Mia came with her car and a truck, so you could move your stuff from your old apartment as soon as possible. There wasn’t much: a couch, two almirahs, your bed which had been dissembled, the mattress a TV, a refrigerator, an oven, kitchen utensils and an induction. Some other small appliances too, like the iron, straightener, etc, but that could fit in your bag.

After everything was loaded and your car was empty, you gave the keys to Niall, and picked up your bag, walking to Mia’s car and keeping it in the backseat. You went around and sat in the front, as she drove away to her place, the truck following behind.

The night was dark as Mia's car cruised through the quiet streets. You sat in the front seat, staring out of the window as the city lights blurred and headlights blinked. The stress of your car and the situation of next week, when her roommate would be back, still lingered on your shoulders. But, you were glad to have found a temporary refuge at her place.

Upon reaching Mia's place, you stepped out of the car. The air inside was cozy and inviting. Mia led the way, and you followed suit, hauling your heavy back awkwardly.

After moving your stuff to a corner, you both slumped down on the couch. The day had been tiring, but the welcoming aroma of her home made you feel at ease.

With Mia's help, you settled into the spare room she had graciously offered. It wasn't much, but it was a haven compared to the uncertainty of your car. You thanked Mia again, overwhelmed by her kindness, and assured her that you would find a more permanent solution soon.

The night unfolded with shared laughter, stories, and a home-cooked meal. Mia was a great cook, and you hadn’t tasted her food in so many months. You talked and laughed, and having dinner with a friend was so comforting. As the clock ticked away, fatigue set in, and you found solace in the softness of the spare bed.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, gently waking you from a restful sleep. You opened your bag and took out your toiletries, and laid out the clothes for the day. Brushing your teeth, freshening up and taking a bath, you felt so much better than you did yesterday.

As you sat on the dining table drinking coffee with Mia, your phone buzzed.

It was an unknown number.

Hey, it’s Niall

Your heartbeat increased in your chest. The gorgeous brunette had messaged you?!

You put the cup down, taking the phone down. Opening his chat, you quickly typed out a reply:

Hi, good morning, Niall :)

You didn’t respond to texts from unknown mechanics with a good morning message and a smile usually, but he was different. He treated you with so much kindness, and to be honest, you had a little crush on him.

His response was quick,

Morning, love. How you been? Sleep well?

Your heart fluttered at the endearment in his message. It was unexpected, especially considering your recent interactions with mechanics, particularly the grumpy Harry. Niall's tone was a stark contrast, and you couldn't help but smile at the screen.

Yeah, slept better knowing my car is in good hands. Thanks again for your help. And you?

you replied, genuinely interested in how his night had been.

Niall's response was swift,

Glad to hear that! I slept like a log, thanks. You off to work? Yeah. You? Already there. Was working on your car just before I texted Oh. Well…good luck, I guess??? Lol. Yeah, it's all in a day's work. Don't worry; I've got it covered. Your car will be up and running smoothly in no time. Thanks, Niall. I appreciate it. No worries, love. Call me if you need anything. Sure, thanks

You closed your phone, throwing it inside your bag, you walked out to the door with a huge smile on your face.

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cowboybeepboop · 1 year

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Through the window

“Fuck you”

“Baby thats what youre gonna do”

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2214

Summary: Late night self pleasure turns into more than self pleasure.

Warnings: p in v, mainly porn with some plot, disgusting words for clit cause it got a little awkward at 1 am, use of vibrator, age gap (like three years), major daddy issues, kinda some Voyeurism, roughness from Bradley but with sweetness, praise kink, hair pulling, getting caught.

A/N: Literally just me writing this while sobbing to Shawn Mendes songs, also I wrote most of it while sitting out in front of my school 💪😩💪 I’m a fucking vibe. I don't know if there's like a big fandom on here anymore considering Top Gun Mav has been out for a while now but yk who cares. Also lowkey have been binging Harry Potter and the last of us so maybe I’ll write some of that later. Not proof read like ever

Bradley has been your built-in best friend, being Mavericks daughter means that you spent the majority of your childhood eating dinners with Carole, having Carole brush your hair and tuck you into bed. Carole Bradshaw became your adoptive mom, she taught you to cook, bake, sew, she helped you with your homework and made sure you knew your worth.

Mav was hardly ever around, he put his heart and soul into being a better person so that Goose wouldn’t be disappointed in him, this being said he forgot about the responsibility of actually taking care of his child. But you never blamed him for it, maybe it’s because when he was there with you all he ever wanted to do was cuddle on the couch watching your favorite films. Sometimes he would come home and lay his head on your lap and you would brush and braid his hair.

So, because of your sometimes absentee father, Bradley filled in. He was there with Mav for every milestone, kindergarten graduation, elementary school choir concerts, he even took time from his busy schedule to come to your highschool graduation.

Which makes your sexual attraction to him all the more disgusting, he basically was your stand in father, even though he was only 3 years older than you. But when Maverick finally realized he had a responsibility to spend more time with you, Brad stopped being like a father figure and more like an older friend who you had the hots for.

Bradley hasn’t been home for months-or longer, you totally haven’t been counting, and it totally hasn’t been exactly 8 months 3 weeks and 5 days. He isn’t planning on coming back any time soon, at least if he is he hasn’t told you, which is why you’re stuck pouting with your face between your hands as a few people purchase drinks from the bar.

You work at Penny’s bar, The Hard Deck, which is lowkey awkward considering your dad used to date her. But nonetheless she treats you like her own daughter. The only thing you dislike about working with her is the fact that she scolds you when you flirt while working, it's understandable but makes you want to roll your eyes.

Maverick walks in with a small smile on his face, sitting down at the bar in front of you, “How’s your day Y/N?”.

“It’s pretty good Mav, Penny might want to talk to you though,” winking at him you walk away, heading in the direction of the dart board.

“Hey boys, need a refill?” you smile sweetly, tapping your heel against the wooden floor softly.

“Thank you, baby girl,” Hangman smirks as he hands you the empty bottles, “you know which tab to add it to right?” he nods toward Coyote.

You give a small nod and head back to the bar to grab two more beer bottles, you add the total to Coyote’s tab. He lost in darts, even after covering Jake’s eyes, one more night and you don’t think you’ll be able to withstand his charm any longer.

“Y/N it’s time for you to clock out, if you want to beat the rush and get to your date on time,” your eyes light up.

“Thank you Pen!” you smile gathering your things before clocking out. “See you tomorrow evening.” Penny nods at you, smiling at you softly as you rush out of the door.

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Hours have passed along with another failed attempt at online dating. Both things have led to you lying in your bed holding your breath as you imagine what it'd be like if Bradley came home and surprised you.

It started off innocent, him holding your waist close to him, the heat radiating from his chest as you sucked in a deep breath. Basking in his mahogany, sandalwood and vanilla musky scent, it made your knees weak, your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Your body felt hot, like you were boiling from the insides out. Squeezing your legs tightly together to keep your panties from soaking your bedsheets.

While biting your lip you carefully open the shoebox hidden underneath your bed, grabbing your bright pink bullet vibrator. If your dad came home, you’d know, so locking the door wasn’t a big priority.

Sucking in a deep breath you relax against your plush mattress. Licking your lips you spread your legs being gentle while unbuttoning your shirt, being slow with each button to build up the tension.

Once you finally peel off your blouse, you throw it to the side of the room before leisurely unzipping your skirt. You’re starting to become impatient, every part of your body is aching to be touched by Bradley’s calloused hands.

“For fucks sake,” a soft whine escapes your parted lips, squeezing your eyes shut you begin roaming your hands all over your body. You squeeze the soft part of your body, moaning Bradley’s name as you do so.

Spreading your legs, you pull down your panties, running a finger through your soaked lips. Once you find the bundle of nerves you start rubbing soft and steady circles into it, this causes your hips to jerk a little while your eyes roll back.

You wrap a hand around your neck putting a comfortable amount of pressure on it, soft moans spill from your lips as you push your hips up begging for more friction. You press the smooth button, listening to the faint hum, you press down two more times. The soft hum from before has become more intense and slightly louder.

Let’s be honest, masturbation is nothing compared to sex. Especially the sex you’ve been dreaming and lusting over since age 16.

A soft smile forms on your lips as you press the rough tip against the hood of your clit, your muscles all tense up while your breathing stops for just a second. It sounded like a rock or something else small had hit your window, after waiting for a few seconds you decide it's probably nothing and press the vibrator against your nub.

You bite down on your lip harshly, squeezing your neck roughly. Sadly, you have a shitty toy because desperate times call for desperate measures so there isn’t much more it can give. Removing the hand from your neck, pushing two fingers into your pulsating hole.

Unbeknownst to yourself, there was now a visitor in your room, one who snuck in from your open window. Hiding in the dark corner next to your window, a hand clasped against his mouth as he absorbed the sight of you desperate and needy begging for more.

“Bradley harder!” you moan loudly, as you pick up the pace of your fingers,your back arching. Cum spills from your pussy, you sink back into the mattress, sighing discontentedly.

“Oh, Sweetheart.” the familiar voice rings through the now silent room. You instantly throw your hands over your chest and squeeze your legs together tightly. “If you needed some help you could have just asked for it.” Bradley walks out into the middle of your room, staring down at you with darkened eyes.

“B-bradley, when did you get in here?” you try to play it cool but sweat is forming on your forehead as you rapidly cover up with a blanket, eyes shifting to the window.

“Do you mean, how much did I see? Or rather how much I heard?” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk, you nod as your cheeks turn a deep red. “Not much, just you pleading for me to be rougher, is that really how you like it princess?”.

“Bradley! Shut up,” you cover your face with your hands while trying to figure out the best thing for you to do now. “Look, I didn’t know you were stopping by. I’m sorry that you, uhm, that you saw what you saw.” Your voice cracks while you barely take a breath, his shoes clack against the floor as he makes his way to you.

The dip in the bed being the sign that he’s next to you. “Y/N, I really don’t care.” He pries your hands off your face. “I know you didn’t know I was coming into town, because it was a surprise.” He sucks in a deep breath, “I just didn’t know I was the one who would be surprised.”

The room fills with silence, just your accelerated breathing and the ticking of your alarm clock. “Hey Brad… Can you please leave?” you push your face into your knees.

Bradley licks his lips, “I think I have a better idea,” he runs a finger down your spine while pressing kisses into your shoulder. Your body relaxes into him as you sigh quietly, he pulls your face from your legs “Look at me, my pretty girl,” you slowly open your eyes while avoiding making eye contact,

“Darlin’ I want you to look in my eyes,” biting your lower lip you look up at him innocently, his hands move to cup your cheeks and pull you into his face. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he grips your neck and leans into kiss you.

You move onto his lap while tangling your fingers in his hair, he groans into your mouth before pulling back. Bradley pulls away from your lips and moves to kiss your neck, using his body to push your back against your bed. You gasp as he explores your body with his mouth, calloused fingers pinching your nipples.

Arching into him you moan loudly as he pushes a finger into your throbbing pussy. “You like that?” his voice low and seductive, using his thumb he presses your nub softly. Bradley presses kisses all over your stomach, groaning at the sight of you so needy under him, pre cum leaks from his tip as he grinds against the bed.

“I need you right now, please,” you grab Bradley by his face and pull him up. Kissing his lips passionately while grinding down on his fingers.

“Oh what a needy little slut you are, huh?” He pushes two more fingers into you, “is this what you needed? Or is this a little more up your alley.” He smirks while wrapping a hand around your throat, applying ample pressure.

“Fuck you,” you groan, lips parting as your chest heaves, gasps pouring from your mouth.

“Baby, that's what you’re gonna do,” he taunts, Bradshaw has had enough. He finally lays down and pulls you onto his stomach, his hands massage your thighs as he lifts your hips up.

“Bradley wait,” your hands rest on his chest, “ condom, left middle drawer”. He leans over grabbing the small golden wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth, fumbling with the latex as he squeezes it over his tip.

“Thanks for reminding me princess,” he tucks your hair behind your ear, “now ride me babe,”.

Lining your hole up with his tip you begin to lower yourself down on him, moans leave your parted lips. He furrows his eyebrows, hands moving up to cup your breasts, you sink down on his length, wincing at the uncomfortable stretch.

“Fuck, good girl,” bradley groans, his shakey breathing fills your senses. You lift your hips slowly bouncing on his dick, he grabs your ass squeezing roughly. Your hands explore his abs as you use his body to steady your own.

Your eyes squeeze tight, body tightening up around him. Twirling your fingers into your hair you grasp the strands pulling at his roots.

Bradley flips the pair of you over, his eyes dark and dominant as he hovers over you, his hips thrust into yours at a steady pace. He lowers his head to suck on your erect nipple, one hand wraps around your neck squeezing just enough to slow your breathing.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him to you, kissing his lips passionately, your nails dig into his back. Bradley presses his middle finger into your clit, rubbing rough circles into it, while trying to hold back moans you bury your face in his nape.

His thrusts become sloppy, bradleys hand tightens around your neck causing you to arch into him, he leans down sucking dark hickeys into your neck. “Darling, I’m so close,” the sound of skin slapping fills the room as you nod in response.

“Me too Bradley,” you whine quietly. Bradley uses his middle and pointer finger to rub sloppy circles into your sensitive nub, causing your body to jerk forward and your eyes to flutter shut, soft moans fill his ears.

He runs his hand through your hair pulling your head back. Bradley throws his head back in pleasure, you begin to tighten up around him drawing out a long groan. “Rooster,” you chant his name, “more, please I need more,”, he complies with your desires and angles your bodies so he hits even deeper.

Hugging your body close to his, he thrusts a couple more times before you cum around him, Bradley slows down as he cums. His body jerks softly, “Thats the best welcome home present ive ever gotten love,” he whispers into your ear.

Your bedroom door opens, revealing Maverick, “Get your clothes on and meet me in the living room,” his stern voice shakes you to the core.

Well shit

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allyricas · 11 months

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Moving On pt. 2

part one

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The day of the trip to Indy finally arrives and the weather does not reflect the excitement Steve feels as he loads his last bag into the trunk of his car. He knows he overpacked but wants to be ready for anything. He also has a cooler full of drinks and sandwiches along with enough junk food to make anyone sick.

He and Robin had decided to make sure they had plenty of food so they could settle in to their hotel and chill the first night. Robin had an early campus tour and Steve had a meeting with an advisor at the community college he’d be taking his cosmetology courses. They had a packed schedule considering they needed to find an apartment and jobs (together if possible) and the urge to scope out the gay scene. Or find it, at the very least.

Steve pulled into Robin’s driveway and saw that she’d also slightly overpacked. Two halves of the same soul, the two of them. He got out and helped her load up her bags. She was holding a thermos of something and wearing a pair of Steve’s sweatpants. That’s where those went. He’d been looking for them for a week. Robin had a tendency to steal his clothes which mostly just made Steve feel all loved and shit, so he only complained for appearance’s sake.

“Rob, my fucking sweatpants. Come on, I’ve been looking for them.” He whined. He truly didn’t mean it all.

“Shut up, they are my pants now. They look hotter on me.” She laughed, doing a pathetic little shimmy. She was not a morning person. The messy bed head and the large amount of coffee she was inhaling made this apparent. “I am so tired, but really fucking excited. I brought the music. You are banned for the entire drive up and back. I will fucking jump out of this car if you play any sad, pining music. This is fun time not sad boy time.”

“That tape has Whitney and George Michael on it. It’s not a total sad fest.”

“Liar. You cry the most whenever careless whisper comes on.” Robin replied viciously.

“Let’s uh, not talk about that please.” Steve knew he was still whining a bit, but Robbie was mean in the morning.

The drive up went smoothly despite the terrible weather. Fifteen minutes into the drive, it started to torrentially rain. Thunder shook the car and lightning lit up the sky. Robin did in fact have all upbeat music and refused to let Steve play anything remotely sad. This was good as he was feeling rather happy in the moment. At one point it rained so hard, Steve had to pull over and wait for it to slow down as Robin started hyperventilating. What should have been an hour and fifteen-minute drive took three hours, but time spent with his best friend was always good.

Navigating the city was invigorating (for Steve) and anxiety inducing (for Robin), but they both could barely contain their excitement when they finally pulled up to the motel they're staying at. It’s a little mom and pop place that Joyce and Hop had recommended. Why those two have a favorite motel in the city, Steve doesn't want to think to much about.

It’s a cute place, white shutters and soft yellow paint with a rustic looking sign that says The Mosey Inn. The rooms were entered from the outside, with parking all around the place. There were plants everywhere and everything had a well-loved appeal. It’s a rather nice little place. He goes in to check them in and there is an older woman at the desk. She's one of those people who radiates kindness and Steve likes her right away.

“Hello there, dear. Welcome to the Mosey Inn. I’m one-half of Mosey, but you can call me Elise.” She’s smiling softly at him as he walks up to the desk.

“Hi, I have a reservation for Harrington. For a suite with two queens.” He finds he’s nervous which feels silly. He grew up checking into hotels and dealing with reservations. Usually, it was at swanky hotels that his parents would leave him in before he was old enough to be all alone at home.

“Of course, sweetie. Joyce and that sweet Jimmy told me all about you the last time they visited for the weekend. I just adore them. Jimmy did some handy work for me and the missus last time they were here. We’re getting up there in age and my Maggie cannot be climbing ladders anymore. I always give them a discount and I like the look of you, dear. I’ll give you one too.”

She’s beaming at Steve like she is thrilled to meet him which is not something he’s exactly used to. He’s thinking over what she said. The missus, her Maggie. He looks around the room and spots a tiny pink triangle on a bookshelf. Oh. This was a safe place. He owed Hop and Joyce dinner because this was the nicest surprise he’d gotten in a long time. He'd definitely be calling Hopper by the nickname Jimmy though.

“Thank you so much, ma’am. I know my friend Robin and I are going to enjoy this trip even more now knowing this is a safe place for people like us.” That felt as close to telling a stranger he was gay he could manage, but it felt huge to say it. It meant something to find this little piece of community with two women who were old enough to be his grandmothers. He felt like he might cry and for once, there were happy tears brimming in his eyes.

“Please, call me Elise. There’s no ma’am, none of that uppity nonsense. This place is for friends, you understand.” She told him in a voice so genuine that Steve choked back a sob. He handed over his credit card and she handed him two room keys. “We offer breakfast and lunch, usually buffet style unless we say otherwise. There’s a coffee station around the corner and there’s always some sort of snacks next to it. If you need anything just give us a ring. Feel free to come chat anytime. Enjoy your stay.”

“I think I will, Elise. I’ll bring Robin around to meet you once we’re settled, probably for breakfast tomorrow!”

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As soon as Steve got back into the car, he excitedly told Robin all about Elise and her partner and how the Inn was a safe place for them. The fact that Joyce and Hopper stayed here whenever they wanted a night or two away from the chaos of their little blended family filled Steve with joy. He knew that they weren’t hateful people, but this was outright acceptance by the adults he respected most in his life. Robin was rambling on about the décor of the inn as he lugged their many suitcases into their room. She just smiled at him as he struggled.

It was cozy with two queen beds and a little kitchenette and a sitting area off to the side. There was a good size bathroom and closet. It was decorated in soft hues of yellow and green with floral bedding. It was lovely and Steve felt immensely at home in this place.

“This place is so cute!” Steve exclaimed happily, finally collapsing onto his bed. It was comfortable too. “Damn, this is going to be a nice trip. Elise said they offer 2 meals, that there’s a coffee station with snacks and this bed is fucking soft as hell.”

“So basically, we can save a ton of money and try to eat here most of the time is what I'm hearing you say Steven?” This seemed to genuinely thrill Robin.

“Absolutely, we can go visit with them tomorrow during breakfast. It’s from 6:30 to 8:30.” Steve knew this was going to cause some mild stress for Robin. This delighted him.

“Ugh, ugh. For free breakfast and fellow lesbians, I will get up. You might have to drag me though.”

Steve laughed, delighted at the prospect of waking Robin up in the morning. It was early evening, but they decided to munch on the leftover food from the drive in and relax. There was a small tv, so they found something to put on and got comfortable. The day so far had been nearly free of sad thoughts over Eddie, but it seemed inevitable that Steve would start to think about him. For one thing, Eddie would look ridiculous in the Mosey Inn, although he would thoroughly appreciate the pun. Yet, there was a part of Steve wishing that Eddie was a part of all of this.

Before he’d ruined everything, Eddie would have been invited on this trip without a second thought. If only he could go back and not fall in love with stupid Eddie Munson. Steve worries that falling for him would have been inevitable though. Everything about him made Steve crazy.

The moment he knew he was monumentally fucked was a few months after everything with Vecna went down. Eddie had still been in the hospital, thankfully cleared off all charges with Hopper back in charge. He’d been high off his ass on morphine and smiling at Steve. Eddie had looked at Steve and said, “Stevie, sweetheart—you beautiful man. How come you’re always sitting around here taking care of me huh?” and Steve had known several things.

He wanted Eddie to smile at him like that for the rest of his life. He really enjoyed being called sweetheart. And the reason he was always hanging around was because he wanted to be with Eddie. Eddie who always lit up with joy when he saw Steve sitting by his hospital bed. All the time they spent walking that line between friends and more, or at least that’s what Steve thought.

He swore there was so much flirting back and forth. Like the time Steve snuck in cheeseburgers, fries and milkshakes from the one diner left open in town and Eddie had told Steve, “All this for little old me?” while literally twirling his hair like a schoolgirl. Or when Steve brought in books for him and Eddie had just clasped Steve’s hand tight and said nothing, just staring intently at him like Steve really meant something to him.

All misread apparently. It wasn’t flirting at all, just Eddie being Eddie. And Steve had ruined it. He tried not to spiral into his bad thoughts too much but he felt like he always ruined everything. Robin might be his best friend, his platonic soulmate and other half, but it’d been so nice to have a close guy friend.

Eddie had barely been out of the hospital when Steve had driven him up to Indy to replace some of his things lost to the earthquakes. There were better record stores and better thrift stores, and Eddie had very little left to his name. The trailer was gone. He’d even lost his beloved guitar. Steve had never planned on telling Eddie how he felt during that trip, but Eddie has a way of needling things out of people. Something Steve usually finds quite adorable, but not so much when it’s his own unrequited feelings.

Sighing to himself, Steve sits down by the phone to call Dustin and tell him they made it to the city safely. This means actually calling Mike’s house since the boys are having their weekly nerd fest. The whole group of them are all a little codependent, but after everything they’ve been through it seems reasonable. Unfortunately, Mike nor Nancy answers the phone. It’s Karen Wheeler and she lets Steve know that the boys are all over at Eddie’s apartment playing their little game. That’s exactly what she calls it which does make him chuckle.

He dreads calling Eddie’s place, but he did promise Dustin he’d call. Dustin is already asking questions about him and Eddie. If he’s weird on the phone it will only fan the flames of Dustin’s incessant need to meddle. He dials the number and tries to psyche himself up for the interaction. Maybe one of the kids will answer.

“Munson Residence, Eddie the Banished speaking?” Eddie’s voice fills Steve’s ear. It’s like a punch to the gut, but Steve takes a deep breath.

“Is that how you really answer the phone all time or am I just lucky?” Steve asks lightly. Do not make this weird. Be cool. “Or is it just because you’re playing dungeons and whatever?”

“Ha, Ha. I knew it was you telepathically, so I of course had to answer the phone accordingly. My liege, what can I do for you on this fine summer evening?”

“You’re lucky it’s cute to be such a fucking nerd.” Shit, shit, shit. Abort flirting. “Kidding, kidding. I called to see if Dustin is still there. I told him I’d call when we got settled.”

“Rude, I am absolutely the cutest nerd. I’d dare say, adorable even. The fairest in the land, perhaps.” Eddie’s voice had gone low and Steve would bet a hundred bucks he was twirling his hair. What the fuck? “You know, you obviously like nerdy shit considering you-”

“Hey stop flirting with Steve and let me talk to him, I've been waiting to hear from him all day. We’re in the middle of a campaign Steve. We need our DM not whatever the fuck he was just doing.” Dustin says this all like he knows for a fact that everything he says is true. It’s not.

“Tone, dusty bun. I’m not gay and I wasn’t flirting with Harrington, just messing with him. He’s just so easy to tease. We’re just buddies like that, right man?” Eddie replied, his voice no longer soft, low and sweet. In fact, Eddie sounded hostile. Steve felt his stomach turn. He couldn't even reply.

“Nothing wrong with being gay, you moron.” Dustin replied firmly. This made Steve smile considering Dustin didn’t even know about Steve yet. He was definitely his favorite kid. Dustin continued on “I mean, we’ve fought literal monsters. Of all things to get worked up over, being gay is not even on the damn list!”

“I didn’t mean it in a rude way, just saying we were not flirting.”

“Whatever you say Eddie.”

“Um, hello guys I am still on the phone.” Steve yelled as the two of them continued to bicker. “I have to go, but I’ll call in a few days Dustin. Bye Eddie.” Steve replied, trying his best not to cry.

“Wait-Harrington. Steve, I didn’t mean anything by that okay.”

“Yeah of course, no worries, man. Talk to you later.” Steve knew his voice was emotionless.

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He had to get over Eddie. This confusing back and forth was so painful. Steve didn’t consider himself the brightest, but that felt like flirting. What straight guy calls himself the fairest of the land or adorable to another man? Eddie’s tone of voice was the exact same tone Steve had used so many times to flirt with girls. He knew what flirting looked like. He shouldn’t have started it with the cute comment, but Eddie had most certainly flirted back. He looked over at Robin who was sitting up and waiting patiently for Steve to hang up the phone.

She looked worried. If his face was at all reflecting how he felt right now, he understood why. The way Eddie has sounded when he said he wasn’t flirting. He told Robin the entire conversation verbatim and he watched her face go through a myriad of emotions. Despite the fact that Robin wasn’t the most tactile person, she threw her arms around him and let him cry all over her t-shirt.

“Well, I could just kill him. I swear to fucking God. If he’s not gay, fine. But why flirt back?”

“Maybe he really isn’t flirting. He said he was just messing with me. Maybe we’ve been reading it wrong this whole time!” Steve cried.

“Fuck that, even Dustin called him on it. He flirts with you all the time. If he’s just messing with you at this point, it’s cruel. Especially now that he knows you’re gay and have feelings for him. I won’t be friends with a bigot.”

“No, Robbie. I don’t think he’s a bigot. He’s just trying to deal with all this. It’s not his fault I had to go and fall for him. I always fall for the first person who shows me any attention. I ruined this. He’s just...I think he’s a flirty person and I’m just the idiot who thought it meant something.”

“Shut your whore mouth Steven Elizabeth. That’s absolute nonsense. Eddie is a socially awkward, metalhead D&D playing virgin. You and I both know it. I’ve never seen him so much as look at a girl in a romantic way. He barely talks to anyone he doesn’t know unless it’s to cause a scene. That boy is not a natural flirty person. He flirts with you. He’s either an idiot, a repressed idiot or an asshole. Pick one.”

“He’s not a virgin, no way. Look at him. Some people go for the whole alternative thing. He’s in a band for fuck’s sake. I bet he’s fucked lots of girls. I mean, he is objectively hot.” Steve argued.

“Steve!! You always defend him like some sort of rabid groupie, but if that man has so much as seen a real-life titty, I will eat my shoe. He isn’t ugly, I will grant you that one. But please, Eddie Munson is not banging hot chicks on the regular.”

“I pick that he’s an idiot. I do not think Eddie would purposefully hurt me by flirting just to be all ‘ha-ha, gay boy you fell for it’ when he didn’t even know I was gay until I told him how I felt. I think he just likes to tease me, like he said and he doesn’t know how flirty it comes off maybe?”

“Dingus. You are in love with him. You are no objective source on the situation.”

“Can we just... pretend Eddie Munson doesn’t exist for a few days. I won’t play my mixtape. I will try not to mope... let’s just find an apartment and visit your campus and apply for jobs everywhere we can find. It hurts too much to talk about right now.”

Steve knows he’s lying to Robin. It’s impossible for him to pretend Eddie doesn’t exist. It’d be nice to try though. Instead of trying, he wonders what Eddie’s thinking about back in Hawkins. Is he feeling bad for how he spoke to Steve tonight? Is he also worrying over every little thing he said? Does Eddie even care that what he said felt like a slap to the face? The way he’d said Harrington, instead of Steve. The disgust in his voice when he’d said he wasn’t flirting. At least it was crystal clear that Eddie would never reciprocate his feelings. It feels nearly impossible, but Steve knows he has to let go of Eddie and move on. Two weeks in Indy with Robin should be the perfect way to start trying.

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#somewhat proofread but feel free to point out any glaring errors and i will fix it #steddie #this is as much about steddie as it stobin lets be real #and queer joy and acceptance #angst #eddie is a bit of an ass but he's in a crisis and he will get better worse and then much better okay #steddie fic

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bouncybongfairy · 8 months

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Woodstock 1999

Rick Sanchez x Fem Reader

Summary: After attending a house party, thrown by your friend Summer, you end up meeting Rick. While making small talk, you tell him about the Woodstock 99' documentary that you had just seen and that you wish you could have seen Korn from that festival. Rick is confident that you wouldn’t be able to handle yourself in a crowd like that. When you disagree, Rick tries to call your bluff. By taking you to an alternative reality where Woodstock 99 is taking place.

Word Count: 3k+

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You were sweeping the floors, finishing up your shift at the grocery store you worked at. It was Thursday and the store had been relatively quiet for most of the night. Only a couple more customers were wandering the isles, picking up last-minute items.. You were pretty tired, this started as a summer job but you ended up keeping it throughout the school year. It was nice to have extra money for clothes and outings with your friends, it almost made up for how depleting work was. You heard the assistance bell ring from the register, which prompts you to run over. You were pleasantly surprised to see Summer and her mom, you share most of your classes with the redhead. She has actually spent the night at your house a couple of times and vice-versa. You give her a quick mom and start scanning her items. Her mom was going on and on about how all the bottles of wine were for a family event, you looked over at Summer who was rolling her eyes. You held back a chuckle and continued to make polite conversation with Beth. After you bagged their groceries, Beth walked back to the car but Summer stayed back to talk.

“So obviously the family event thing was a lie but I am throwing a party tomorrow while my parents are doing this couple retreat thing. You should totally come,” Summer said.

“Yeah that sounds really fun, did you already invite half the school?” you joked while wiping down the counter.

“A lot of people are coming, yeah, but it’ll still be fun,” she said.

“Yeah for sure, do you want me to bring anything?” you asked.

“Just your hot ass and maybe a bottle would be cool. My mom is calling. I got to go but I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said while walking away.

Normally a house party isn’t really your scene but you were feeling kinda excited. For the past two months, you’ve been in a bit of a funk. Only going to school and work, not feeling up to doing your make-up most days, and dressing pretty bummy. You felt like a good party would break you out of that. Summer and you had a lot of mutual friends so you knew you would have company no matter what. You checked out the last customer and locked the door behind them. You grabbed some stuff for your lunch tomorrow and two bottles of Red Berry Ciroc. The store was owned by an older gentleman who sadly had dementia, his 29-year-old son now runs the store. As long as you gave him an extra ten for each bottle you bought he would look the other way when it came to age. You took an Uber home and immediately got in the shower. Scrubbing all the sweat off your body and lathering your hair in shampoo as Molly Kate Kestne’s Prom Queen blasted through a speaker. You stayed in the hot water until you felt at risk of passing out. You give your mom a kiss on the cheek, wishing her a good night before going to your bedroom. After turning on Jersey Shore as background noise, you fall asleep in your towel; completely worn out by your school and work week.

When you woke up, you were surprised that you slept through the night considering you didn’t get too comfortable before falling asleep. You were feeling extremely well-rested, it wasn’t until you were halfway done with your hair that you remembered about Summer’s party. You were super excited, you had this Saturday off which meant you didn’t have to worry about having a hangover. You throw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and start gathering things into your book bag. Once you got to school, you couldn’t stop counting down the hours until you could leave. It felt like years had gone by once it was finally time for lunch. You were sitting with a group of friends who were all talking about Summer’s party. Maybe it’s because you have a job but your friends seem a lot less mature over these past couple of months. It seemed like if it wasn’t posted or extremely extra then it didn’t happen. I don’t know, it just felt like they did everything for shock value or clout. You thought it was weird how upset they would get if they didn’t look good in a video of them taking a shot or not taking a picture with the blunt before it was smoked. Sometimes you wish you could record how they act during those times and show them later. You pick at your salad, tuning out of their conversation until the bell rings.

Once the last period ended you bolted out of the front doors and made your way home. You flat ironed your hair and started applying a bit of makeup. Rummaging through your closet, you ended up wearing a tube top and a pair of baggy cargo jeans. You grabbed one of the biggest purses you could find grabbed a tee-shirt and wrapped the two vodka bottles in a way that avoids any clanking sound. Your pen, make-up bag, charger, and a couple of other items. You end up walking to Summer’s house seeing that it’s only a 20-minute walk. When you got there, the sun was just barely setting and teenagers were flocking to the house. The house was practically shaking due to how loud the music was. When you walked in you practically had to wave a cloud out of your face. Summer immediately noticed you when you walked in and came over to greet you.

“Hey! Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you came!” Summer said.

“Yeah me too, I needed this really bad. Also.. here are those bottles,” you said, taking the vodka out of your purse.

“Wow, I didn’t think you were gonna bring anything. I’m gonna chill these,” she said, grabbing the bottles and leading you into the kitchen. When you walked in Rick was leaning against the countertop. She shoved the bottles deep into the freezer, in hopes of speeding up the process.

“If you can’t drink -burp- the liquor at room temperature you’re probably not mature enough to be drinking at all,” Rick said, taking a swig from his flask.

“What if we just prefer it chilled? Just because you can doesn’t mean you shouldn’t” you point out.

“Yeah, Grandpa and after I smoke I don’t like the way hot ass liquor feels on my throat,” Summer said, closing the fridge door.

“Doesn’t matter whether your liquor is cold or hot, your party is gonna suck since you put a ban on any of my friends coming. Seems a little like bigotry in my opinion,” Rick said.

Summer ignored him and led you to her bedroom where a girl from your school Tricia Lange was packing a bowl. You asked Summer if it was okay to leave the party unattended. She joked ‘That’s what Morty is for’ which made you and Tricia laugh. She offered you greens which flattered you, after cornering the bowl you handed it to Summer. Coming off a two-week tolerance break, the weed was hitting you fast and hard. You tilted your head up and blew the smoke up into the air. Tricia complimented you on how pretty you looked which made you blush because.. hello its Tricia Lange, one of the hottest girls in your grade. You guys were making small talk when Summer pulled out a pink crystal and started crushing it into a fine powder.

“What is that?” you asked.

“It’s a Kalaxian crystal, it’s pretty mild like snorting molly kinda,” Summer said, lining up the power.

“I.. don’t know about that,” you said looking at the powder suspiciously.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about it showing up on a drug test or anything. It’s not detectable with Earth’s drug tests,” Tricia said, setting her hand on your shoulder.

“No, well that’s good to know actually but imma need to see you take a bump before I do,” you said.

“You humor me,” Summer said, using a hundred-dollar bill to snort the powder, her eyes turning a baby blue.

Summer passed the tray to Tricia who mimicked her action. Your heart was racing as her manicured hands passed the tray over to you. Not wanting to come off as a prude, you took the rolled-up bill into your hand and brought it up to your nose. You sniffed the powder into your nose and coughed a little because the taste was so foreign. The two girls lead you downstairs where the party is now packed and a bit unhinged. Couples making out against any available wall space they could find, groups of people who were surrounding a person smoking out of a gravity bong. Drugs by Lil Aaron was blaring out of several speakers, drowning out almost every other sound. The three of you were dancing together in the living room with several of your peers. You were feeling so euphoric and magical; like you could float off the ground if you really tried. It was then that Summer reminded you of the Ciroc bottles that were in the freezer. All three of you took a shot and cringed as it went down. Summer and Tricia left to go to the bathroom leaving you in the kitchen. You were pretty intoxicated at this point and started to wander. You end up in the garage, where Rick is sitting at his workstation.

“Out!” he barked which caused you to jump and gasp due to how loud and aggressive he sounded, he didn’t even look up.

“S-sorry I -which way..” you started but Rick got up and walked over to you. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up.

“I told Summer to stop giving K-Crystals to her little friends,” he said, seeing the effects from your eyes. You looked over a noticed he had a Woodstock 99’ ticket pinned onto his wall.

“You -hiccup- went to Woodstock 99? You- you’re so lucky you got to see Korn from that crowd,” you slurred without breaking eye contact. He laughed and let go of your chin and walked back to his workstation.

“Did you actually go?” you asked, walking over to him.

“I thought I said to get out earlier,” he said.

“I have selective hearing,” you said, picking up a screwdriver.

“I’m lost, is that supposed to be my problem?” he said.

“Well it -burp- if you really wanted it to be,” you giggled.

“Yeah as much of a catch as you are, I think I’ll pass,” he laughed.

“Oh please I bet I’d be the best pussy you’ve had in months,” you laugh but quickly change expressions as Rick stands up and towers over you.

“Do you really think that you would be an unachievable fantasy to me? Like I’m some sad old stockbroker who has to rely on naivety to get laid? Don’t insult me,” Rick said, taking a sip of his flask without stepping away.

“Your shirt -hiccup- looks so soft, imagine if we could have gone to Woodstock together. You’re so tall that I wouldn’t have to worry about guys reaching up and groping me and I would have the most amazing view of some of the coolest bands of all time,” you said, feeling your high slowly start to come down. He smirked at you before turning around locking the garage door and opening a portal, dragging you through it.

“What- where are we going?” you asked confused, adjusting your eyes to the suddenly sunny skies.

“To call your bluff. There’s no way you could last here, it was kinda a shit show if you didn’t know,” he said.

“I know, I watched the documentary on Netflix,” you said very matter-of-factly.

It took your eye a couple of minutes for them to adjust but once they did, you couldn’t deny you were a little taken back. There really was a lot of nudity and white-boy aggression. You hoped Rick didn’t notice, but every once in a while, you would look behind you to make sure he was nearby. The first thing you wanted to do was get to the airbrush body paint station. You wanted Korn written across your chest in black and pink. At this point, the high of the K-Crystals was completely worn off and all you wanted was a hit of something. It was then you realized you still had your purse, you blindly reached your hand in until you felt your hand hit the cold metal of the battery. Your mouth begins salivating as bring the cart to your lips and take a long drag, blowing it up in the air. You take a couple more drags and notice that the artist has stopped. When you looked down he was just looking up at you. He was probably in his early 30s and had a 90s haircut that was short and spiked with blonde tips. Without breaking contact take another drag and exhale as you speak.

“Sorry, did you want a hit?” you asked playfully, looking over at Rick who was smirking with his arms crossed, evaluating the situation. The guy airbrushing you looked up at Rick who started to speak.

“You know you didn’t come across to me as one of those girls who have nipple piercings,” Rick said.

“Yeah I know, they’re hot right?” you asked to adjust the one that didn’t have any paint on it yet; they were bars with a chain that supported a pink bedazzled saturn charm.

“So uh, Maria is gonna finish up our piece cool?” he said, getting up before either of you could respond which caused both of you to chuckle.

After you were finished up with the body painting tent you made your way to the main stage. Hundreds of teens and young adults were making their way to the exact same location. It was weird because even though you knew what was going to happen, you were still bubbling with anticipation. Rick laughed and mocked you because he knew you had seen exactly what happened and still bubbled with suspense and excitement. When you asked Rick if you could actually sit on his shoulders he didn’t say anything, only nodding in agreement. You were trying to pry about the first time he ever experienced this but he would always give you a bullshit excuse like he was too wasted to remember. As you walked, guys kept approaching you, trying hard to keep conversation. You tried to be polite and at least slow down as you respectfully deny their advance. You even stopped a couple of times but Rick would gently bump into you with his body from behind to keep you walking. Once you got into the crowd, Rick took the arm and pressed his body to your back. He started guiding and shaving his way through the front of the sea of people while having his arms raised, protecting you from the crowd.

Normally if someone was being more polite it would have taken forever to make their way to the front. Rick however wasn’t sparing any feelings as he pushed and shoved. As you people watched, you couldn’t help but take in how different people were in the 90s. One of the biggest things that tripped you out was seeing how different the hair and make-up were of the girls around you. Super thin eyebrows, a thick eyeliner waterline with clumpy mascara. Your lashes were huge and your nails were so long, it felt like everyone was staring at you. Most of the hair extensions were god-awful but you gave them a pass considering this was a festival. The cameras were so retro-looking and looked bulky on the crew’s shoulders. Rick pulled a plastic baggie of pink powder from his lab coat. You assumed these were the same crystals you smoked earlier so didn’t think twice when snorting your fair share. Only later to find out that it was actually Molly, normally you’d be freaking out but I mean… You were in an entirely different dimension. Seemed kinda late for that. Once the intro started, Rick bent down slightly allowing you to sit on his shoulders. You could feel the energy of the crowd growing. It was almost like your heartbeat was getting more intense as the music’s rhythm began picking up.

A camera was coming closer to you, you blew it a kiss and then took a drag of your pen. It could have been because of the drugs but you felt like you were so high in the air, you could see the top of everyone’s head.; like you were a skyscraper. You were truly having the time of your life, it was nice being able to be carefree. Being able to get as wasted or naked as you wanted knowing you had someone to take care of you. You were gently running your fingers through his hair, tugging on it a little bit. You leaned down and whispered into the top of his head,

“Thank you for taking me here, this is amazing,” you said.

He didn’t reply, just ran his hands up and down your leg, starting at your knees and ending at your ankles. You were feeling accomplished that he didn’t get the chance to call your bluff as he put it. When Korn wasn’t playing you could barely hear yourself think over how loud the crowd was. You couldn’t tell if Rick was mad or just concentrating. After a while, you were getting overstimulated by everything going on around you. You asked Rick if you guys could head home, and he opens a portal directly underneath you guys, dropping the both of you back into a garage. You grab the extra tee shirt from your bag and throw it over your body.

“Thanks, we should do it again sometime,” you said before exiting the garage to find summer.

#rick sanchez x reader #rick and morty #rick c137 #Woodstock 1999 #Rick Sanchez FanFic #Woodstock #Korn #korn band #Rick and Morty #alcohol #drinking #smoking #weed smoking #Rick sanchez x you #rick sanchez x y/n

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leclsrc · 1 year

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can I request prompt number 10 with Carlos Sainz

kissy spells – cs55

genre: fluff, drabble, 1k celebration

10: a hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking — where neither person thinks twice about it.

“—and we’re all just determined to have a productive weekend where our strategies go as planned.” You finish, smiling slightly at the interviewer who nods along, totally invested. You’ve woefully been assigned to answer engineer questions for this network your stress has blurred the name of, seated beside Carlos who chips in with his occasional two cents.

You can’t say you’re not grateful, though: this is the most alone time you’ve had with your boyfriend in weeks.

It’s honestly criminal. Turns out, the sweet spot between keeping things private and wanting to always be together is absurdly hard to pinpoint and stay on. The only pros are you’ve become creative at crafting excuses to sneak off. Oh, and two new sex positions for tight spaces (who knew?) But apart from those, it’s an endless repeat of hiding, pretending, ignoring.

Which is why, despite the fact that you’d rather be working than talking about working, you consider this to be a moment of refuge. Both of you have been so unbelievably, dizzyingly tired lately, it helps to just be in each other’s presence. Your knees touch slightly, yours bare to Carlos’ denim as you fiddle the hem of your shorts and listen to him talk. After this, it’s back to work, your fifth year now of still coming to a mutual decision of “let’s not go public just yet.”

The interviewer says both your names and you smile at the camera, holding for a few seconds before she waves a signal and you relax, exhaling. You turn your stool toward Carlos and offer a smile, one that translates telepathically into I want to die and you’re coming with me. Like always, your telepathic conversations click; he raises a brow, which means I don’t even get a choice?

None, you say through a slight shake of your head. You both laugh, always amazed at the love you share that leads to the moments of connection like this. He smiles again, narrows his eyes, turns his head to the side a bit. I love you. You need not say or do much. You know he knows what you say back; he’d know even if you made no change to your expression at all.

Still caught in your bubble, you both jolt out when the producer pipes up monotonously. “Uh… you guys can go. Your segment’s over.”

“Oh,” you say. “Oh. Okay. Thanks so much. I’ve got a meeting with some other engineers from—so yeah.” You shuffle awkwardly off the stool, unaware that you and Carlos had just been mindlessly talking while they waited for you to leave.

Carlos follows suit, shaking their hands. “I need to go discuss with Mattia, so. Thanks again, everyone.” You pick up your wallet and clipboard, which you’d left to rest on a nearby table; Carlos takes his Gatorade beside them. Caught in the sudden rush of having to leave, your minds both exhausted from the stress, you just offer a quick smile as Carlos leans in and pecks you goodbye.

You kiss back quickly and smile. He does it all the time, especially when you’ve just slept over, or when he drives you both around. You don’t think twice, turning around and walking toward the rest of the paddock and prepping for your meeting.

The interviewer and producer stare at you both, then each other. They’re slack-jawed. Did Carlos and his engineer just kiss? And then… walk away? Not even acknowledging the kiss? “Did you get that?”

“I did. It’s on the camera.”

“Okay.” She pauses. “You owe me ten bucks.”

#f1 #leclsrc1000 #carlos sainz #carlos sainz drabble #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz imagines #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #f1 x reader

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snowgsf · 5 months

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Wednesday Addams

Warning: I don't think it's anything important

Summary: You want your girlfriend to take a Christmas photo of you, there is only one way, you can convince her, she just didn't know that you made this proposal because you were going away.

English is not my first language 👍👍

- LEAVES.

Wednesday Addams screams when his extremely colorful girlfriend tries to put a Christmas hat on his head.

She wanted to strangle the girl he called his girlfriend, but she wouldn't, why? Regardless, she didn't dislike that extremely colorful girl like her sister.

— Little sister, better give up. — Enid says as she finishes placing a small, extremely bright red hat on top of Thing.

— Never, come Wednesday, our first Christmas together, and I'll never ask you for anything. — Wednesday looks at his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow. — Okay, I'll ask for one or two things. — Addams continues with her serious look with an expressionless face. — Okay, maybe five or seven.

—Five or seven? — You feel someone look at the ground.

— Okay, I've already asked you for several things, but just this once, just for the Christmas photo. — Without caring, Wednesday turns her back on you and heads towards part of her room. — Go, I promise it will be the only thing I ask for, Il mio demone. — Without being convinced, the girl with dark circles begins to write her novel.

Slowly you walk towards your girlfriend, her mouth closes to your ear.

— Desist S/a. — You would never give up.

You still remember Enid telling you to give up on your great mission to win over the Crow girl.

— Sweetie, I promise I'll do whatever you want. — She wasn't convinced. — I don't bother you for two hours straight. — Wednesday's fingers begin to press quickly on his typewriter, when you look at the sheet, the word NO, was very explicit there. - 1 day. - Silence. - two? - Silence. — 4 and we don't talk about it anymore. — 1 week of peace in your life, without my happy vibe around you.

Wednesday quickly takes the hat and puts it on his head.

— Let's take this photo soon. — You open your mouth in surprise.

— Aaaa, but now I'm the one who won't take this photo, whoever has seen each other, wants to stay away from me for a week? Start with today.

You were going to leave, but Wednesday pulls your arm towards that Christmas tree that she considered horrible, there were no dead animals there, that was strange.

With a sulky pout you stood next to your girlfriend, Enid still a little surprised by Wednesday with the hat and in position to take a photo she runs putting her cell phone there to take the photo, positioning herself next to her sister she opens a smile.

Thing presses the button to take the photo and "runs" over to Wednesday and jumps on his shoulder, the timer starts counting, you quickly smile and strike a pose even though you're not even a little upset about your girlfriend agreeing to stay away for a week from you.

The photo is taken, with Wednesday with a frown. When you realize you took the photo you turn away from Wednesday.

Your girlfriend looks at you, she watches her steps taking off her hat and then her Christmas sweater and leaving the room, Enid makes a face.

— She's mad at you.

Without caring Wednesday goes to her room. Thing leaves her shoulder and goes to Enid who was looking at the photo that the 4 of you took.

— I give S/her 3 days to complain that she misses Wednesday. — Totally ignoring your roommate Enid starts to bet with Thing that you would come back in 3 days, missing your girlfriend.

It had been exactly 4 days since you simply disappeared from Wednesday's sight, she was disturbed, not in a good way.

She needed peace to write her novel, but she knew that the peace you promised her would leave her disturbed.

"Go after her"

Thing gestures, but Wednesday just ignores it.

— I'm fine without her disturbance. — Thing gestures mockingly.

"If you were well you wouldn't write her name like a mantra and wouldn't even agree to date her"

It was pure truth, Wednesday wrote her name on her pages so many times that she had finished, it was like a gesture for you to come back soon.

— Are you on her side?

"You wanted 1 week of peace, it seems like you're having 4 days of misfortune, not in a nice way like you like."

Another truth, you were the colorful part of Wednesday's life, even though she didn't admit it, she liked your colorful vibe that spread throughout her room.

Looking at her trash full of crumpled paper, Wednesday observes all the papers she wrote her name on without realizing it, whenever she started writing her novel, her mind was dominated by you, the worry that you would just disappear, made her wonder so many things. about how you were that she started writing your name without realizing it.

— If she wants, she'll come after, and you know, Y/n can't go another day without attention.

You didn't come back, you didn't come back for 2 days, it was exactly 1 week, 2 days, 33 minutes, and 30 seconds, now 31, now 32, now 33, now 34.

Yes, Wednesday was counting the seconds that you didn't talk to her again, again Addams buried her own head in her pillow again, the door to her room opens, totally ignoring the presence of her roommate Wednesday lets out a grunt irritated.

“Enid, if you're thinking of a way to piss me off, I swear I'll rip her face and her teeth out, one by one. — Her threat caused a laugh to appear in the room.

A laugh she knew very well.

With an abnormal speed that Wednesday gets up to see a corpse, she gets up and looks at the door, seeing you there, with your skin slightly whiter and your lips purple from the cold.

— Hey, I see that even with me away Enid was irritating you. — The girl observed you closely, thinking it was an illusion. — Hi my lilith.

You take light steps towards Wednesday's bedroom, throwing your own backpack on the wooden floor, a loud noise was heard when the backpack hit the floor.

Without caring, you throw yourself on your girlfriend's bed.

— Is this how you welcome your girlfriend after 1 week and 2 days away?

— 2 days, 34 minutes and 29 seconds. — A beautiful smile appeared on her lips.

— Did you count the seconds? — You mock.

Wednesday realized that it wasn't an illusion, you were just loose enough to throw yourself on her bed and still lie down with shoes on.

Turning her back to you, Wednesday didn't look at her face, without caring about how tired she was, you closed your eyes.

— Tomorrow I'll put an end to your drama, now I'm very sleepy, it's not easy to walk in the snow. — Wednesday's eyebrows came together in a surprised expression.

— Snow?

— Snow. Enid didn't tell you? — Without the strength to get up, you pull your girlfriend's pillow to hug her and smell what she smells. — Mom and Dad traveled, they wanted someone to take care of my brothers for 5 days, the journey from here to there is 2 days. — You mumble as you feel your eyes close. — Let's do it like this, you'll be mad at me tomorrow, for now I just want my girlfriend to hug me for a quick 2 seconds.

With no response you close your eyes, realizing that Wednesday wouldn't give in you sit on her bed.

— I brought you a gift, it’s in my backpack. — It was Christmas Eve. Without hearing a response from your girlfriend, you were getting up from her bed, but her arms wrapped around her neck, and her small body forced you to lie down.

—Tomorrow I will be angry with you.

A smile appeared on his lips. Wednesday wouldn't admit it, but he was almost killing himself missing his daily disturbances.

— I'll miss you too, my love, I almost came running on the third day. — His voice is low.

Playing Wednesday next to her head rests on her girlfriend's shoulder. Her eyes get heavier.

— I will kill you tomorrow.

Wednesday utters, but you just nod as you fall asleep with your girlfriend's body beneath yours.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x gn reader #wednesday imagine #wednesday netflix #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #wednsday addams #the addams family

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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Surprise?

Pairing: Hangman x female!reader, platonic!daggersquad x female!reader

TW:pregnancy, swearing, drunk shenanigans

Summary:You and Jake suggest a group vacation so that you can finally share your big secret with the group.

Word Count:2.2k

A/N: I ended up keeping this separate from the More Hearts universe because I feel like it should all happen in its own time and its too soon for something like this. Anyway, enjoy because this is SO CUTE also was totally thinking of this tiktok the whole time

"I promise we can go do something tomorrow, Nat." You laugh while trying to pry the woman's hands off of you. The entire dagger squad is in New York together, at the request of you and Jake. Right now, you're all at a nightclub and as much fun as it's been, it's almost midnight and you're exhausted.

All you want to do is go back to the hotel and cuddle up with your husband under the plush comforter. Unfortunately for you, you've always been the life of the party and so your early departure is causing protest from the entire group. Rooster throws his arm over your shoulder and leans his weight on you while pouting.

"Please, Y/N? When have you ever been the first one to succumb to the night?" He whines and you shake your head while making eye contact with Jake. You gently shrug his arm off and guide him back to his seat. "There's a first time for everything. Have fun and tell me all about it in the morning over hangover food. We can go do something tomorrow and you'll all have me for the whole day, okay?"

You don't give them the opportunity to start begging again as you and Jake all but run out of the noisy building. Once you're on the street, you turn to Jake and give him a tired smile. He takes your hand and you start walking towards the subway. "Do you think they noticed I wasn't drinking?" You ask and Jake shakes his head with a laugh.

"They wouldn't have noticed if the building was on fire. I think we're fine." He reasons and you nod your head in agreement. The whole reason for this trip is to tell the squad that you're pregnant and it had been quite a challenge trying to avoid alcohol for the entire evening.

Every time they ordered shots you would pretend to throw it back before handing it off to poor Jake, who then took it for you. Considering it's a group of hotshot pilots that are on vacation for the first time in who knows how long, the drinks just kept coming.

Fortunately, once your friends were all drunk enough, the two of you could get away with just handing your shots off to one of them and they were none the wiser.

You finally make it back to your suite and get changed before climbing into bed. The daggers decided it would be best to just rent a giant penthouse that could fit everyone and split the cost, meaning you're bunked with Rooster.

You must have been out cold because you don't hear the noise of everyone making their way in through the night. It's not until the next morning when you make your way to the kitchen and trip over a figure on the ground that you even realize they made it back.

You hear a loud groan and look down to see Coyote sprawled on the ground shirtless. Your eyebrow quirks at the sight and you slowly look around the large open space to find that everyone seemed to have just dropped wherever they were at.

Rooster is laying on his back in the middle of the coffee table with drool down his face, Phoenix is underneath said table, Bob is half in half out of the hall bathroom and Maverick is hanging upside down off the couch.

You continue to survey the scene and notice a broken lamp and a few empty vodka bottles along with crushed cans of red bull. It would seem the party continued when they got back. It looks like a scene out of The Hangover and you laugh to yourself.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when you feel Jake wrap his arms around your waist and rest his hands on your growing belly. You're only 16 weeks, so it's still easy to hide. However, both of you know that you're not going to be able to keep up the ruse much longer and now that you're well into the safe zone, you're ready to share the news.

Jake rests his head on top of yours and you feel his chest rumble with a laugh. "Looks like they had fun." He quips and you hum quietly. "It's only the second day here and it's already near impossible to keep the secret. We have five days left and this is what most of them are probably going to look like. We have to tell them." You say before turning around in your husband's arms.

He looks down at you lovingly and brushes your hair back off your face. "Just say the word, mama. I'm ready whenever you are." He whispers before bending down to kiss your temple. Your affection is cut short when you hear a loud thud.

You stay in Jake's arms but look over to where the noise came from and see Bradley is now laying on the ground. You cover your mouth to hide your laugh and the curly-haired man peeks an eye open. He gives you a half-smirk before waving lazily and taking a deep breath.

You and Jake go back to your room to shower and get ready for the day, making sure to take your time. When you finally make your way back into the shared space, everyone is up and sitting on the couches.

You haven't seen them look this dead since the morning after the celebrated success of the Uranium mission. Granted, you and Jake had been just as out of sorts as the rest of them.

"You all look a hot ass mess." You tease and you're met with a chorus of groans and a couple of middle fingers. You laugh at the response and plop down next to Rooster. "Well good morning to you too."

The next hour is spent forcing everybody to shower and get ready while you and Jake clean up the mess. Once everyone is ready, you google the nearest place to get greasy comfort food and start in the direction that the GPS tells you. Luckily it's only a couple blocks away and before you know it, everyone is sat at a large table chowing down on every breakfast food imaginable.

You listen as everyone takes turns filling you in on their crazy night after you and Jake left. "So anyway," Rooster mumbles with food in his mouth "I got to pet a police horse. Then Mav here." He points at the unassuming man with his fork and a piece of pancake goes flying across the table. You laugh when it bounces off Bob's glasses and Rooster continues. "Mooned the officer and took off."

He's laughing at the memory now and almost chokes before taking a sip of his orange juice. Your eyes widen and you lean forward with your mouth agape. "What did you do?" You ask and Phoenix answers while Rooster tries to catch his breath.

"We fucking ran after him!" She howls and the rest of the group bursts into laughter with her. "Never ran so fast in my life. I was sure we were going to jail but after a few blocks, we realized they weren't chasing us. Coyote had to stop to throw up and we decided to continue the fun back at the penthouse." She shrugs and you shake your head at their antics.

"Well," You say while swallowing a bite of hashbrown. "Looks like we missed out on a fun night." The rest of the group nods and you feel Jake squeeze your thigh. It's silent for a few minutes before Coyote speaks up.

"Why aren't you guys sick? You had a shit ton to drink too." He frowns and you feel your stomach twist. You look at Jake briefly before turning back to the man. "Uh," you hesitate. "Guess we just don't have a hangover this time." You shrug and Phoenix narrows her eyes.

"You're always the one puking and looking like a zombie for half a day. I've seen you look way worse for way less." She pushes and you feel your heartbeat speed up. You want to tell them but it's nerve-racking. You know they'll be excited but you just can't bring yourself to say the words.

Now Rooster joins in. "Yea, now that I think about it you guys seemed pretty sober when you left. What, were you pretending to drink or something?" He laughs and you shift in your seat. The movement is subtle, but it doesn't go unnoticed. His eyebrows furrow and he sets his fork down while staring at you.

"Wait, were you?" He asks and your silence answers his question. He shoots a look at the rest of the group and they all look equally confused. "Why? What are you pregnant or something?" He jokes trying to lighten the mood but you don't laugh. You watch as realization dawns on him and the rest of the group looks to Jake for an explanation, still completely lost.

You see Jake trying to avoid their gazes in your peripheral and take a deep breath. Fuck it. Nows as good a time as any. "Surprise?" You say with jazz hands and you really think Rooster is going to stop breathing. Everyone's brains are lagging due to their hangovers and you hear a fork clink as Maverick realizes what you just said.

"Wait, are you serious?" He questions with clear disbelief and you nod. He stands up abruptly and almost knocks his chair over trying to rush over to you and Jake. You stand up quickly and are engulfed in a tight hug when you hear Phoenix talking to your husband.

"Hold on, am I still drunk or did she just say she's pregnant?" She asks and Jake laughs. "She's pregnant." He confirms and you hear the woman's chair scrape as she stands up. "If you're fucking with me Bagman I will end you right here." She threatens but you can hear the wobble in her voice.

By now, Maverick has released you and Rooster is lifting you up off the ground to spin you around. The other two men are fully caught up and they're staring at you in disbelief. Jake shakes his head and pulls up a video of your last ultrasound to show Phoenix. "We're not fucking with you, Nat. She's 16 weeks."

Rooster sets you down and you observe your best friend snatch the phone from your husband before throwing her hand over her mouth. She rewatches the short video at least twice before her shock wears off and she all but leaps across the table to get to you.

She throws her arms around your neck and buries her head into your shoulder while rocking you side to side. You stay like this for a few minutes while Jake shows the video to the rest of the group and gives everyone hugs.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She sniffles while pulling back to look at you. You both have tears running down your face now and you try to wipe your eyes to no avail.

"I wanted to so bad. You have no idea how hard it was to keep it from you, but we needed to process it in our own time and make sure that everything was okay before we shared our joy. We just wanted them to ourselves for a while." You explain and she nods her head.

She wipes her face and shakes her head to try and stop the tears before resting her hands on your barely protruding stomach. She sniffles when she feels the slight bump and bends down to talk.

"Hey there, little one. I'm your Aunt Nat and we're gonna be best friends." She laughs and you lock eyes with Jake as a fresh round of tears falls. He smiles at the sight and feels his heart swell.

His eyes sting and he feels a lump form in his throat at the realization that now all of the people closest to him in this world get to be an active part of your pregnancy and his child's life. Phoenix stands back up and finally makes her way over to Jake. She pulls him into a hug and shakes her head.

"I know I give you a hard time and I told you to stay away from Y/N in the beginning," she stops to shake her head. "I can't believe I'm saying this." She sighs before continuing. "But I'm glad you didn't listen. You've made her so happy and much to everyone's surprise, you're a phenomenal husband."

Jake squeezes a little tighter and she continues. "You're going to be an amazing father and there's no one I'd rather her do this with. Congratulations, Jake." She pulls away and the two of them share a smile before she shakes her head. "I can't believe there's going to be another Seresin." She quips and the entire group laughs.

The rest of breakfast is filled with questions about when you'll know the gender, what names you're thinking about (Rooster thinks Bradley If its a boy), when you'll have a baby shower and what the theme should be, and jokes that whether its a boy or a girl they'll definitely be a pilot.

Your heart feels so full it could burst as you watch so many people you love chat about your soon-to-be newest addition. This baby is already so loved and you laugh along as Maverick starts brainstorming what to get them for their first birthday.

By the end of the trip, you have so many New York onesies and baby souvenirs that you have to buy an extra bag to check. You've got everything you could ever want and you're so thankful for your little family.

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okay i see we've been talking a lot about hopper and billy's mom today and how about

hopper wasn't sure how he felt about letting his adopted son's boyfriend be at the cabin when he wasn't there to supervise the door rule, especially since el had now started asking why mike can't come over all the time the way steve does. still, he told himself it was fine because they'd gotten away with it for so many weeks by claiming they were just friends, that the two brats would probably just find a more sneaky way to see each other that could get them into trouble.

he was glad he'd made that decision on this particular day, though, because hopper was swamped with work and would've stayed late at the station if it weren't for the phone call sent directly to his office. not many had that number, the ones that did were either his children or the people who had gotten wrapped up in the upside down business. neither was a good sign.

"this is hopper," he said gruffly into the phone, eyes still focused on the papers all over his desk.

all focus was abandoned at steve's slightly breathless voice. he could tell the boy was trying to put off an air of calmness, but there was a barely-there shake to his voice that had hopper immediately standing, hands trying to find where he'd tossed his keys. "hop, it's an emergency. billy, he...he needs you, he's asking for you."

the whole drive home, hopper considered those words. it hadn't been easy, taking billy in after joyce caught neil hargrove smacking him in the melvald's parking lot, but he tried. they both were rough around the edges from years of trauma, both had a lot to unlearn still in ways they interacted with others, both constantly said the wrong thing because they were scared. but there had been so much progress, and though billy would never be totally soft around the edges the glass-sharp points had dulled. hopper had beamed when he overheard billy casually telling steve that his dad was coming to the grad party steve was throwing himself at the harrington house. so while hopper gripped the wheel with a white-knuckles, fearing how badly billy could be hurting if it caused an emergency call from steve harrington, he couldn't help but feel a little warm in the chest that billy had asked for him, that he trusted him enough to let him in.

the cabin hadn't really been quite in awhile. it was full of life in a way hopper never would have even thought to wish for a couple of years ago. usually when he came home from work, billy and steve would be lounged out on the couch, either watching tv or helping el and sometimes max through their homework. it wasn't uncommon for joyce and the byers boys to be over too, in which case billy and will would be cooking in the kitchen and smacking anyone with a wooden spoon if they dared get near the food because good lord could no one else in that cabin handle it.

so when hopper walked into the cabin to hear deathly silence, every hair on his body stood on end. el was sitting at the dinner table, a plate of eggos in front of her that she was picking at. hopper had never seen her do anything less than devour those silly waffles. "what happened?" hopper asked her, not seeing any signs of the upside down being back or neil having escaped prison.

"the phone made billy sad," el explained simply before turning back to her eggos, seemingly having the courage to eat them now that hopper was home.

that...didn't make sense, but he supposed there was only one way to really get the full story. he made his way to the little room in the back of the cabin that had been cleared away for billy a year before. hopper might've smiled triumphantly on any other day upon seeing the bedroom door still open a few inches even when he hadn't been home, but the hushed voice of steve interspersed with the occasional sniffle made hopper abandon that thought quickly.

"hey, kid, i'm home. you wanna tell me what's goin' on?" hopper asked in the most gentle voice he could muster up. he knew to be careful with billy when it came to volume, to what words in what orders were too reminiscent of neil.

the sight made hopper's heart break. billy was sat on the ground, knees brought up and upper body thrown across them, head hanging down. his shoulders were shaking, convulsing in a way that proved billy was crying or panicking. steve was sat beside him, more distance between their bodies than their usual constant—and fuck was it constant—cuddling, but his hand was splayed out across billy's back, rubbing up and down in a slow pattern.

"i'm not crying," billy immediately defended himself, head still facing to the ground.

"i know you aren't, hotrod," hopper returned, knowing billy knew he saw through the lie. he'd give him this, though, knew it was important for the kid to have some sense of control over situations.

billy looked up then, eyes focused only on the boy just beside him. hopper tried not to take it personally that he sought comfort from his boyfriend over him, told himself that was normal for people the kid's age. it was the same with el, calling max over for a girls night before she was ever ready to talk some things out with hop.

the boys had grown undeniably close. it was a miracle in and of itself, hopper thought, considering the first time he'd ever seen them together was after a fight in the hawkins high parking lot. now they seemed to have their own language, simply giving each other a look and billy nudging steve with his elbow lightly before steve was turning to hopper.

"billy called his mom today."

and that. well. what the fuck was he meant to do with that? there was so much to unpack in a singular sentence that hopper had to sit, leaning against the desk tucked into the corner of billy's room. he wiped a hand over his face, considering how any of this made sense.

billy didn't talk a lot about california, or his mom. hopper knew that she had left when he was young, and that fact alone was enough for hop to hate her because how could a parent ever leave their kid in a situation like that? how dare she claim to love him then leave him and give billy the false hope that she'd come back someday?

"you what?" hopper finally asked, head already hurting from thinking it through.

"fuckin' wheeler said she could find her. got an address and a phone number n' everything," billy forced out, finally turning to look at hopper. that wild fire in his eyes had returned, the kind that reminded hopper of himself at that age. it was that exact kind of fire, the deeply rooted, burning rage that sent him enlisting in the first place. "she has a family, a son eight years younger than me. she's happy, said she didn't want any 'reminders of her old life'. i dunno what i expected."

"you expected her to be a fucking mother," hopper couldn't help the anger that slipped out, hoping billy understood that it was never directed at him. he seemed to, because the kid just scoffed and looked away. "it's her loss, you hear me, kid? any person would be lucky to have a kid like you—hey, no shaking your head. they would be, i am. i am so proud every day that i get to see what a great man you're becoming, don't doubt that for a second."

it was quiet in the cabin. the mini-speech floated up and up until the words had completely dissipated, leaving only two crying boys and a heaving hopper, a little girl trying to eavesdrop in the other room. then billy stood, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the little end table by his bed and taking off out the front door of the cabin.

"he'll be back," steve offered, shrugging a little and likely feeling as helpless as hopper did in that moment. "he's just..."

"...letting off some steam. i know." hopper sighed, clapping his hands together and fully standing up. "c'mon, let's see what kinda dinner we can scrounge up."

it was only when the smell of burnt pizza filled the cabin when billy came back inside. his cheeks and nose were tinged pink from the cold, having forgone a jacket when he'd made his quick escape. he didn't make eye contact with any of them. "hey, what are you doing? that's my job."

"you needed a break from work tonight," hopper sighed, the way billy had gasped out something about respect and responsibility the first time he'd forgotten a chore still scarred in his mind.

"no, what i need to do is cook for my family," billy huffed out, hands flying about until steve got the hint and stepped away from the oven. billy focused on the stove, staring at his hands as he pulled together a few simple ingredients into something undoubtedly delicious. "you and el. steve. mrs. byers, johnathan, 'n' little byers. that's my family. you're who matters."

and god did hopper want to hug his son.

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speak now | part two

pairing: fem!reader x pre-outbreak!joel

summary: joel saves you from the biggest mistake of your life

(this will end up being a multi-part story)

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut probably, pre-outbreak, mentions of marriage, based off speak now by taylor swift, mentions of domestic abuse, joel is 26 & reader is 21, mentions of cheating, kind of slow burn, brief mention of death, angst, will add more as i think of them, not proofread

part one| part two | part three | part four |part five

minors dni

Joel lent you a t shirt and some sweatpants of his and let you shower. The least of his concern was that Tommy may show up and get the wrong impression should he see you in their shared hotel room. Considering the clock on the nightstand read 2:49, it was unlikely he'd be returning tonight.

It took thirty minutes for Joel to get your nose to stop bleeding, only for it to start bleeding in the shower again. You managed to stop it on your own then. When you stepped out of the bathroom, Joel was waiting with a pack of ice he had gotten from down the hall.

He pressed it to your cheek once you sat on the edge of the bed and he once again was on his knees between your legs holding your face between his thumb and pointer finger, examining intently looking for more damage now that you were dry.

"Your shoulder was him too wasn't it?" Joel asked as he pieced things together in his mind.

"Pushed me down a flight of stairs." You admitted. You felt okay admitting these things to Joel because he was the sun and he surrounded you in warmth and safety and he melted away the icy bits of you that nobody else was allowed to see.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath. "You can't marry him. Please."

"I don't have a choice." You replied.

"Like hell. Please. You can't marry him." He repeated the words just in a different order but your mind was still made up. You had nothing else. Nobody else. Not even Joel would be here in two weeks. This stranger that you had grown attached to. He'd be back in Austin with his daughter and brother.

"What else would you have me do?"

"Anything else." Joel was pleading with his eyes as he stared at you. He couldn't imagine leaving El Paso knowing that you were stuck with him for the rest of your life. Someone as horrible as him treating someone as sweet and kind as you so fucking terribly. He wouldn't stand for it. If it meant killing the man with his bare hands he'd do it.

God, he sounded insane. He just met you. Spent a total of two hours with you and he was going insane over you.

Noticing your silence, he realized he wasn't going to get anything else out of this conversation tonight so he sighed and stood on his feet.

"You can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep in Tommy's." Joel said. "We can talk more tomorrow."

"Thank you."

Joel waited for you to settle in his bed and then turned the light off before getting into Tommy's bed. The sheets smelled like him and you couldn't help but take a deep breath, sulking in the scent that reminded you of comfort. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't sleep. Anxiety was pounding in your chest at the events of the night and how you somehow ended up lucky enough to have someone to take you in. That had never been the case before.

Believing in the way of the universe is what got you this far in life. Without that tiny belief system you instilled for yourself you truly felt like life had no purpose. But the universe willed Joel to walk into your workplace that night and willed him to find you on Main Street, and it willed him to open that door for you. He may not be a permanent person in your life but he'd be the reason you got out of the shitty situation you were in.

He was placed in your life for a reason and you weren't going to let that go unnoticed.

"Joel?"

"Hm?" He asked sleepily.

"Can you sleep over here?"

Through the dark you couldn't tell but Joel's eyes snapped open, wide awake the moment the words left your mouth. He hesitated but eventually rose from where he lay and joined you in his bed. He was on the edge, afraid to accidentally touch you but you reached for him anyways, pulling his arm around your waist.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your breathing synced with his and you ignored the fact that you could feel his heart racing against your back when his chest pressed into your body.

Joel released a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the hotel shampoo falling off your hair. He listened as your breathing slowed and eventually was able to tell you had fallen asleep by the way your body relaxed into his.

There it was. The warmth and safety radiating off of him and embracing you as you both fell into a deep slumber.

Joel woke up before you around seven a.m just like every morning. You were facing him and had an arm draped around his torso. A smile crept onto his face but was quickly replaced with pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows when he saw how the bruise had set in overnight. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful with your eyes shut and your lips parted slightly as you breathed so softly in a deep sleep. If he didn't know any better, he might've thought you were an angel and that was the most simple way he could describe your beauty.

His fingers trailed from your forehead, down your temple until they reached your lips. A feeling close to anxiety filled his chest as he stared and took in your facial features.

It was hard to believe that somebody that made him so comfortable equally scared him just as much at the same time. Joel Miller was almost a person that didn't even believe in love but with you, he felt everything. Love always felt like one step away from pain for him. And the idea of leaving El Paso without you felt just about unbearable.

It felt insane to say but Joel Miller had stupidly fallen in love with the woman he had only met a week ago. It may even have been safe to say that while he didn't believe in love at first sight when he saw you, you instantly became everything to him in the moment he did.

Joel didn't bother you with questions about what happened the night before as the two of you sat at breakfast the next morning in one of the cafes near the hotel he was staying at. The two of you simply engaged in small talk, talking about your childhoods, what it was like growing up in Austin and El Paso, dreaming about seeing something other than Texas. He refused to pry into your personal life, afraid to upset you after what you'd gone through the night before.

"Joel Miller, I feel like I've known you my whole life." You leaned against the booth, staring at the handsome man sat across from you.

"I wish we woulda met sooner." Joel said honestly. "Maybe you'd never have to go through what you've been through. It ain't fair."

You shook your head glancing at the engagement ring wrapped around your finger, "I wish I met you sooner too. Maybe in a different life."

"It doesn't have to be that way." He reached across the table, taking your hands in his.

"What do you mean?"

"I just mean..." he pondered on his words, trying to avoid coming off too strong, "We're friends now. We can stay friends even after I go back to Austin."

"Right." You nodded slowly. Wanting and hoping to hear something else you turned your gaze out the window. "We can stay friends."

After breakfast Joel dropped you off at your place so you could get a change of clothes and then took you back to his hotel while him and Tommy went to work for the day. You ended up finishing a book you started the week before and then sketched in your journal for the majority of the day. Without even realizing it, you found yourself drawing Joel.

Joel was perfect. Too good to be true. Men like him didn't actually exist and you felt positive the universe put him in your life just to tease you and show you what you could have instead of the monster that you went home to every night. Why else would you meet him just for him to leave three weeks later. The universe was playing with you just like always.

Once Joel and Tommy were off, Tommy went out with the girl he had been seeing since the first night he went to The Ginger Duck and you convinced Joel to hand over his truck keys so you could take him somewhere you used to go as a teen all the time.

You were thankful the lake was empty when you pulled up, likely because it was the middle of the week. More thankful than anything that you were off of work and able to spend this time with him.

"Are we swimmin?" He asked as he got out of the car, practically tripping over himself to open the door for you.

"Maybe." You tried to hide the smile inching onto your face but you couldn't help it.

The lake was encased by ridges that were too small to be considered cliffs but were high enough to jump off of. This was such a hangout for you and your friends when you were in high school and god bless the new teen club that had opened up the summer before because now they were consumed with being half adults that they never came here anymore.

"I came here all the time when I was younger." You said to him staring at the pink and blue cotton candy sky.

"Sarah would love this place. She loves the water." Joel put his hands on his hips, popping his knee out as he studied his surroundings. It was a tranquil lake and quite beautiful if he was being honest.

"You miss her, huh?" Glancing over at him, you wanted to reach out and touch him but refrained.

"I talk to her every night on the phone, but man I just miss the way she'd squeeze me after comin home from a long day of work." Joel said, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"You'll be home soon." You reassured him. "Come on."

You pulled your shirt off of your head and then stepped out of your jean shorts and ran towards the water to which Joel quite literally scrambled to strip down to his boxers and follow you in, almost as if he were a love sick puppy.

It was a bit cold at first but it your bodies adjusted fairly quickly. "It's nice right?"

"Quiet." Joel nodded.

He kept his eyes on yours, no matter how badly they wanted to venture to other places. You however had no shame in staring at his toned stomach and back, how strong his arms looked when he held them out to touch the surface of the water. He was a beautiful man, similar to what you'd imagine a Greek god to look like. Especially with the way the bridge of his nose resembled that of a Greek god.

"Isn't it crazy how the universe just plans everything out for us and then puts us in certain places at certain times?" You asked as you moved to float on your back, staring at the sky as it shifted colors.

"What, like you and me here right now?" He asked, it was muffled because your ears were under water but you could still hear him loud and clear.

"Exactly like you and me here right now." You reached your hand towards him and he pulled your body towards his, smiling down at how you were floating in front of him. "We were put together for a reason."

"You sound a little crazy." Joel teased, resting his hand on your head, the other gently on your exposed stomach. His eyes still locked onto yours.

"What were the odds of you and I being together right here right now? Like... is there something more that we're supposed to give each other?" Anybody else might've been convinced that she had smoked a blunt right before the conversation, but Joel knew that this was just you talking. He knew that you had to create scenarios and excuses for why your life turned out the way it did so he let you and he went along with it.

"I think we have a lot to give each other." Joel said looking down at you. "I think there's a purpose for us being here, we just have to figure it out."

I'm supposed to save you. He wanted to say. Run away with me. I love you.

You hummed in response and then stood up to your feet and looked up at him. His hands reached up and cupped your cheeks as the water stilled around you and his eyebrows furrowed again as he was reminded that somebody had disgustingly laid their hands on you, causing your beautiful skin to bruise and swell.

He leaned in and his nose brushed against yours, your hands finding their way to the bare skin of his torso. You tilted your head, your nose bumping his softly and closed your eyes as you rested your forehead against his.

"I can't." You whispered. Joel replied with something more or less of a whimper as he nudged your nose with his again.

"I won't." Joel said lowly. He wouldn't do it unless he had your full permission and he was not far from dropping to his knees in the water and begging for it.

"I can't." You whispered again, but somehow your chest was pressed against his and your arms were now around his back, hands flush against his shoulder blades.

He wanted so badly to kiss you, to just hold you against his body and kiss you gently in the way you deserved. He needed you more than he needed air to breathe and he wanted nothing more than to feel your lips against his. Your lips accidentally brushed against his and his stomach flipped as his hands slid around your waist.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him for one more moment, the last ounce of resistance in you fading away. "I can't." You said one more time before giving in and standing on your toes to close the gap.

Joel kissed you like he had never kissed anyone in his life before. Your lips connected and he pulled your legs around his waist, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Your breaths were heavy as the two kissed in the middle of the lake, not an inch of space between your bodies. Joel took note of how soft your lips were against his and the way your tongue felt gliding against his own. He'd remember this moment forever, feeling like a teenager again.

Warmth once again embraced you as his lips molded into your own in such a gentle and equally passionate kiss. You had never known a kiss more gentle than his, but still laced with fire at the same time.

It was unclear how long the two of you stayed in the lake just kissing each other, and whispering sweet nothings that made it sound as if you had been together for a lifetime.

The two of you walked hand in hand back to shore and pulled the blankets you packed out and sprawled them across the bed of the truck to look at the stars once the sun had finally set.

"You don't really see em like this in Austin." Joel said admiring the stars. The two of you were tangled in each others arms, legs intertwined as you took in the night sky, both trying to pretend you knew anything about constellations.

"Well that one's gotta be the big dipper then." Joel playfully argued with you.

"My dad used to point out every single constellation in the sky to me." You told him, "Always had an eye for anything to do with space. I used to tell him I was gonna be an astronaut just so I could know more than him."

"I'd take you to the moon if I could." Joel replied, his fingers tracing patterns against your arm.

"What do we do now, Joel?" The idea of so much uncertainty made you nervous to say the least. Joel was only in town for two more weeks and what happened once he left?

"I don't know, baby." He admitted and your heart fluttered at the use of the name, "We gotta figure it out."

You and Joel came down to the lake every day once he was off work, and you managed to get away with calling in sick for the rest of the week. The visits consisted of the same thing everytime: making out in the lake, star gazing in the bed of his truck and telling each other stories from pieces of your lives.

You truly felt like a kid in love again, falling harder than for him than you had anyone in your life. It scared you in the amount of time that this was happening. So quickly but still feeling like years were dragging by.

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#tlou #pedro pascal #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 9 months

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Imagine you and Soren liking one another but him being worried he can't compete with the other man in your life...your best friend Callum

You were Callum's best friend and had been as long as you could remember. Your moms were close friends and you were born only 1 month apart so you went through everything together. When Callum's mother married the king and moved to the palace she brought your mother with her they were that good friends. Then when Callum's mom died, your mother tried her best to help keep her memory alive for Callum and Ezran and the King was always grateful for that.

Having grown up at the palace together you were also around Soren from a young age but only really noticed him as a teenager. That's when you realised he was totally hot. That was also when your realised you wanted to be a soldier. You got to participate in Callum's training sessions but quickly surpassed him. You remembered the exact date Soren first complimented your fighting style. You'd been sparring with Callum when Soren happened to be walking by. You decided to go extra hard hoping he was watching and he the was. You knocked Callum into the mud with the force of your strike which Soren found hilarious and he bounded over to tell you. "You should totally come to the intermediate classes I run" Soren said and you nodded "I'll be there!". Once he'd left Callum sighed "I know you fancy him but did you really have to give me a concussion?".

Callum was your best friend so it didn't take him long to realise you were into Soren but the man himself didn't quite get that. You quickly progressed through your classes to the stage where Soren was giving you one on one sessions which you both used as a cunning excuse to be alone together, unaware the other was doing the same thing. You even started staying in the palace as an excuse to bump into Soren more and the chemistry between the two of you felt amazing. However, Soren was worried about your friendship with Callum. Although Claudia assured him there was nothing going on there (she was stunned Soren couldn't see you had fallen for him hook line and sinker) he still couldn't shake away this feeling he was competing with Callum if not for your hand then at least for the first place spot in your heart.

You made it onto the King's Guard after years of work and Soren was determined to finally ask you out...but enter Rayla and her assassins. You were with Callum when he found her and escape with Ezran, Rayla and Callum with the egg. However, Soren had no idea you'd gone willingly and spent weeks pushing himself to the limit so he could rescue you. He promised, the second he saw your beautiful face he'd propose or something! Claudia told him this might be weird considering you'd never dated and so he agreed he'd ask you to be his girlfriend before wife. But then he found out it was all fake! You'd never been kidnapped by an evil elf but had gone willingly and just fed him that story because it was convenient. Soren felt betrayed and to make it all worse, you'd done it for Callum. So when Soren saw you again at the Moon Nexus, after Callum convinced Rayla to let them stay, he had a lot of feelings.

"What's wrong Sorbear?" Claudia asked him "you haven't said a word since Callum showed us to our room". Even Callum's name made him angry and he sighed "nothing". "Okay but it's clearly something so tell me or I'll tickle you until you tell me". Soren sighed "she left me, for him" and all the humour left the room at his tone. "Y/n?" Claudia asked and Soren nodded "I was so worried about her and now I feel so stupid. She always picks him and I don't know what else I was expecting. She became a king's guard for him. She ran away from all that for him! She lied to me and let me think she was kidnapped for him! He's her everything". Claudia frowned "yeah Y/n cares about him but they're best friends! That's all". Soren shook his head "she loves him Clauds, how do I compete with that?". Claudia tried to explain to Soren there were many different ways to love someone and one wasn't superior to another but he was too pouty and wouldn't listen.

When you found out Soren was here you were a mixture of ecstatic and nervous. When you'd left the two of you were close, pretty much an unofficially couple. Soren was training with you every night of the week and then he'd walk you back to your room. You'd go out together on Friday or Saturday evenings and Claudia had started calling you Soren's girl which made both of you blush but neither of you had stopped her. Seeing him again would be awkward to say the least but Callum could be an idiot sometimes and didn't think about this.

"So...Sorens back" Callum said smirking suggestively "you must be happy". "Wait you and that big lug?" Reyla asked. You went to deny it when Callum nodded "oh yeah they've had the hots for each other for ages! They used to train together just as an excuse to get close to each other. They were totally a couple just never made it official. We won't be seeing much of Y/n now with him around" Callum smiled. You shook your head " I don't know, he might be mad at me". "What? That's crazy!" Callum said but you shook your head "then why didn't he come and see me? You didn't force him to go straight to his room right?". Callum paused "well no...". "And you probably told him I was here right? What did he say". Callum frowned "well he didn't comment which I did think was odd but I bet he's just tired". "He's hurt" you frowned and Rayla frowned "why?" she asked in her typical brass way. "I'm guessing it's the whole leaving without telling him, faking a kidnapping and running away from him thing. He's hurt I never trusted him or went to him for help". Callum frowned "then just apologise. There's no way he can stay mad at you". You frowned but decided to give it a go.

So you made your way over to Claudia and Soren's room and just as you were about to walk up the path Claudia appeared. She saw you and smiled "hey y/n great to see you! You here for Soren? Just go on in!". "Are you sure?" you asked and she nodded "yep no need to knock" and walked away. You nodded and walked right in, to find a shirtless Soren. He'd clearly just come from the shower and looked amazing. He'd always been muscular and tall but add that to not seeing him in weeks plus the tension between the two of you and you'd never been more attracted to him.

Soren heard footsteps and turned "Claudia have you seen my..." when he saw it was you. "Oh..." he said and that jolted you back into reality. Soren always smiled when he saw pretty much anyone but especially you, so to see him so serious was upsetting. You nodded "Hi, Callum told me you were here and I just wanted to come and make sure you were okay". Soren shrugged "we're fine" and you nodded "it must've been hard travelling all this way just the two of you". Soren shrugged putting his shirt on "well you do anything when someone you care about is in danger...or maybe they're just lying to you about it". You sighed "Soren I'm so sorry for leaving without telling you. You deserved better than that and I never wanted you to follow me or worry about me. I just didn't get the chance to talk to you because Callum needed my help and I knew he'd had that run-in with Claudia". Soren shook his head "you know I'd worry about you Y/n and I'd always listen to you if you came to me as would Claudia but even if she didn't there's no way I'd just blindly side with her". You nodded "I know, I know, I'm so sorry everything just happened so fast and I was scared. I know I can trust you of course I do. It was you who encouraged me to go out for king's guard. You who got up early to run all those drills with me. You who vouched for me when nobody else would. You meant the world to me Soren and I'd hate for something like this to ruin all that!" you cried tears leaking down your face and Soren caved "hey, hey calm down it's okay!". "So you forgive me?" you asked sniffling and Soren nodded "yes I forgive you" and hugged you. You relaxed against him and it felt like you'd never left. You buried your head in his chest and felt him tighten his arms around you. This was the safest you'd felt since this all started and it was a while before Soren let go of you.

You spent pretty much the whole night together catching up and it felt so good to be back together. Neither of you had said anything so you still weren't technically a couple but Soren kept putting his arm around you and your eyes lingered on one another.

When you saw Soren again in the morning after a brief 2-hour sleep you blushed and Callum smirked "someone's got a boyfriend". You punched him making Rayla laugh. You took a seat next to Soren at the table and he shot you a huge smile that made you want to melt. "Hey Y/n! I saved you some breakfast, Claudia tried to take your bowl because it had more in it and she said you wouldn't notice...". "Did not!" Claudia cried but from her blush, you could tell Soren was telling the truth so nodded "thanks Soren" shooting him a big smile. Soren nearly melted.

However things weren't all sorted, Rayla still didn't trust the duo and with good reason. Although Soren was thrilled to be back with you he did suspect you'd been brainwashed. "I mean come on, what other reason would make Y/n side with an elf?". "Both Callum and Ezren also siding with her?" Claudia pointed out. Soren shook his head "no she's too smart just to get pulled along by them, I'm telling you she's been forced!". "Either way we can't let them leave with the elf that's for sure" Claudia replied.

You were outside the door on your way to go ask Soren if he wanted a walk. You rushed back to the others and sighed "Rayla you were right but I want to create the plan to leave Soren and Claudia behind. Not hurt them". "No problem" Rayla said "I'm just glad someone else has seen the light...or heard the light".

So you put together a plan. You'd make Soren and Claudia thought you were going along with them but it was an illusion. Rayla would lure Soren away and tie him up while you kept Claudia busy. Then you'd both escape on PhiPhi. You felt bad for lying to Soren but this time planned to tell him you were going.

So you did just that. After Rayla had tied Soren to a tree you approached him "Soren I'm doing with Rayla and I'm not brainwashed or being forced. I'm sorry to be leaving you again, I know it might seem weird to you but it's something I need to do and I need you to understand. I don't need your permission but I do want you to know I'm not leaving you and I will come back because I want you...I like you" you said. Soren hadn't looked happy to be tied to a tree but when he heard your explanation he positively grinned.

Soren smiled at you, his bright blue eyes sparkling "I like you too and have been waiting ages to hear you say that...I won't stop you, I mean I can't but you know that means I have to follow you right? As long as you're out here in possible danger I won't leave you". You nodded "I figured you might say that...and there's nothing I can do to deter you?". Soren laughed "not a chance" and you smiled "well it might be quite nice knowing you a few steps behind me". "Not many" Soren replied still smiling"you know I could always outpace you. Plus having you as the goal will certainly increase my motivation". You smirked "you always did like chasing me huh?" enjoying this when Rayla groaned "Y/n are you seriously flirting right now? We have to go!". "Oh yeah right" you nodded "bye Soren" and you rushed away. Soren smiled watching you go, he honestly wasn't even sad. He was just excited and when Claudia found him he was just grinning goofily.

Let the chase begin.

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So in honour of the new season of The Dragon Prince which I am absolutely loving, I had to polish off and post an old Soren imagine because he's just as great in the new season and he's still my favourite character.

#soren #soren fic #soren imagine #soren x reader #soren x y/n #soren x female reader #the dragon price #the dragon prince fic #the dragon prince imagine #the dragon prince soren #the dragon prince soren fic #soren the dragon prince #claudia #the dragon prince claudia #callum #rayla #ezran

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Waiting for Connection 5 / Ghost x Soap NerdAU

Ghost is retired and plays milsim videogame. Soap is still in the force and sometimes plays that same videogame...

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Since that first custom-made mission, every time they get to play together, Soap, without fail, asks if Ghost has another one. He doesn’t because it takes a lot of time to make it good, and Ghost wouldn’t be happy with anything less than perfect. It goes on like this for a week until Ghost can’t help but get curious as well.

“You have a downtime? Haven’t seen you online so much as this past week,” Simon asks while they idle in the game menu.

Soap takes a minute to answer, a telltale sign of him considering whether to tell or not. “Sort of?” he finally says.

“If you can’t tell me, just say so. I understand,” Ghost says, staring at Soap’s avatar on the screen as if it was really Soap.

“Nah, I just… hate lying. Uhm, I’m on medical leave,” John finally admits, and he honestly sounds as if he would like it much better if Ghost didn’t know.

“No shame in that unless you injured yourself while drunk off-duty,” Simon tells him, hoping his voice carries all the conviction it can. He’s not saying it just to make Soap feel better, damn, he’s been injured so many times he lost track. “Just focus on healing and getting better. Don’t lie to your commanding officer if you’re not feeling up for active duty yet.”

John chuckles. “I’d ask if you’ve ever been so diligent yourself, but I think we both know the answer to that.”

“Do as I say, not as I do.” Ghost clicks on the Start the game button, hoping to change the topic.

“Yes, sir,” Soap says in a tone that spells mockery.

The game is fine. It’s a mission they’ve both played before and know what to expect, which takes away a lot of the thrill. So much so that fifteen minutes in, they ditch any semblance of tactical comms and straight-up chat. Ghost is very aware he is *that* person now but can’t bring himself to care. Not even when two other players try to shut them up.

In the end, they both get kicked out of the party. “Alright, that was unexpected,” Soap notes, “how about we play your mission?”

“Again?” Ghost asks. They’ve played it so many times and so many different ways he remembers every little detail by now. One time, they even went totally overboard, Soap bringing a jet and Ghost controlling a tank. It was utter nonsense, of course, but a ton of fun nonetheless.

“You know, I was thinking…,” Soap starts and suddenly, Ghost regrets he didn’t just start the custom mission.

“Well, congratulations on that,” Ghost ribs Soap in the hopes of derailing whatever inquisitive shit he had planned. He should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Ha-fucking-ha. Anyway. How come you’ve never joined one of those hardcore mil-sim groups? I know they’re out there, and if I know, you must also know.”

“I don’t want to,” Ghost answers, honest, plain and simple as he starts the mission nonetheless. Maybe, just maybe, it could steer the conversation elsewhere.

“But… why? You don’t like to play with kids,” Soap asks, digging deeper. Ghost doesn’t like it, yet he doesn’t tell him off.

“I don’t like to play with fetishists, either,” Ghost deadpans as he checks the gear and starts walking towards the buildings.

“Alright. What about other pros?”

“Soap…,” Ghost groans, leaning back in his chair, tapping the armrests with his fingers, “I… don’t usually get along well with other people, as you might’ve noticed by now.”

“I thought you were only pissed about the lack of skill,” Soap says, stopping his character next to Ghost’s, waiting for him to move.

“It’s not the only reason,” Ghost admits, feeling the uneasiness grip his body. It must somehow reflect in his voice because Soap eases up on the interrogation tone.

“Should I feel special, then? That you want to play with me?” It’s a genuine question masquerading as a joke.

“Would it matter if I said no?”

“No.” He can practically hear the shit-eating grin in Soap’s voice. “But… what if I recommended someone?”

“John…,” Ghost sighs.

“No, let me finish, Simon. They are my friends and my team members as well. They’re really good and if you like me, then… I think you will get along with them just fine.” Ghost is tempted to end the call. He has been through countless discussions just like this one, and it’s bringing him memories he doesn’t want to think about right now.

After a moment of silence, Ghost moves up, killing a single enemy way out in the dark so as not to be an easy target. He also decides to turn the tables on Soap. “Why are you doing this?”

“So you don’t have to play alone while I’m gone?”

“Fearing I’d get lonely? Touching,” Ghost retorts, his tone carrying a trace of bitterness.

“You can be a right prick sometimes, Ghost,” John replies, more serious and somehow… disappointed. Simon closes his eyes, ignoring a pang of regret.

Before he can reply, another voice joins the chat. Stripey sits on the table, as usual, looking at Ghost with his big amber eyes. “Meow!” Ghost raises an eyebrow at the rare occurrence.

“What was that?” John asks, audibly surprised.

“Just my cat, Stripey,” Ghost replies calmly, aligning the iron sights and clicking the mouse two times to two-burst the enemy.

The voice chat goes silent for a dozen seconds. Then: “You have a cat? And you named your cat a Sergeant?”

“Well, technically, it’s Sgt. Stripey, so…,” Ghost trails off as another enemy opens fire at them. Great, now it’s no longer a stealth operation. Not that it matters, really.

There’s a very heartfelt groan. “So that’s a Sergeant Sergeant… ye ken, that could pass as animal cruelty, Ghost.”

“Touchy on the subject of Sergeants, Sergeant?” Simon chuckles.

“How did you… well, no, but it’s a horrible name for a cat.”

“How do I know you’re a Sergeant? You sound too young and driven to be anything higher up the chain and too skilled and experienced to be anything less, Soap,” Ghost imparts his opinion. “As for the cat… well, he, too, is too young and driven, and I’m definitely not making a Lieutenant out of him and risk finding myself in a situation where I would’ve to take orders from him.”

John laughs at that, an honest, clear sound that makes Ghost smile as well before he spots an enemy peeking from behind a building. “Tango, front, fifty feet, corner of the red building.”

He sees John’s avatar turn immediately, weapon at the ready, corner in his sights. “Covering the corner, sir,” Soap says.

“Well spotted, keep an eye on it. I’ll go around,” Ghost instructs as he checks the magazine.

They breeze through the rest of the mission, finishing it in almost record time, which is impressive, given the amount of idle chat.

Later that evening, when he bids John a good night and turns off the computer, Ghost finds himself lingering in his chair. Slowly, he reaches out and takes his phone. Ghost hesitates, looking at the name in the Contacts menu for a while before he finally hits the dial button. It’s time to do some due diligence.

#call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2

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beanzfandoms · 2 years

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“Get over yourself, McLean” - Chris McLean x reader

Author’s Note: I honestly don’t know but enjoy anyway. Reader is gender-neutral.

Warning: TOXIC LOVE

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There’s a lot of things you could say about Chris McLean. Of course, you could go on and on about his charming attitude with the cameras or his brilliant ideas when it comes to reality TV. You could also say a few things about his personal life too.

When his current manager called you one evening to ask if you would consider taking a position in McLean’s new show, you almost hung up. There was no way you were working with your ex-boyfriend of all people. However, being the respectable and polite celebrity you were, you allowed them to explain the situation.

You still chuckle at yourself for accepting. They reciprocated with eager that they needed a co-host for an upcoming show called Total Drama Island. They wanted someone more level-headed to contrast from Chris’s boisterous personality. It will consist of twenty-two contestants going through different trials put on by Chris, all competing for tabloid fame and a small fortune. Even if he was striking by himself, the show would do so much better with someone to balance the care for the campers. Who better than the old power duo of (Y/N) (L/N) and Chris McLean?

You knew what they were actually doing, a wolf in sheep’s clothing scenario. The directors wanted a host romance, or at least allow the audience to make up theories about your relationship with the Host with the Most. Honestly, you didn’t care. There was no way you were falling in love with him again. You only had to deal with him for eight weeks, then never see his stupid face for the next decade.

When your yacht came up onto the dock of the island, you immediately cringed by the smell that hung in the air. The island itself featured a few rickety cabins and a mess hall that looked like it was minutes from collapsing. You almost felt bad for the teenagers who would be staying here, but it’s not like they didn’t sign a contract. Even if they were promised a stay at a five-star resort.

“Let me help you with your bags,” a gruff voice says from behind you. You recognized it to be Chef, an old friend of Chris. You recall that he’s a rough character, but he was always kind to you. You assume it was because you were Chris’s old sweetheart. He was invited to the wedding, after all. Times do change, don’t they?

“Sure. Didn’t think I’d see you here. Nice to see you again,” you say sweetly, handing him one of your bags.

“Yeah… I didn’t think I would be here either,” Chef grumbles, taking another suitcase and throwing it over his shoulder, “I’m surprised you actually showed up.”

“Come on, it’s not like me to put down a challenge! Mind showing me where we’re staying?”

He nods, walking past you with a rugged smile. “It’s just, you and Chris… You fell out, yeah? When was the last time you talked?”

“The campers are sure in for a treat when they arrive, huh?” You say, stretching your arms over your head with a yawn.

“Short Stack,” he answers with the nickname he used to call you, “You know he’ll wanna talk to you.”

“I’m an adult, Chef. I know what I got myself into.”

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Actually, seeing Chris was harder than you thought it was going to be. You wanted to run and hide as you made your way back to the dock. The first episode was airing tonight, and the crew wanted to make sure everything was prepared for when the contestants arrived. Old memories swirl in your thoughts as he turns in your direction. As much as you wanted to turn away from his overambitious smile, you had to stay professional. The camera crew gets you mic-ed up, before directing you to your designated spot.

“I’m so stoked you accepted the offer,” Chris grins.

“I don’t usually decline a gig either,” you reply coolly as you straighten the creases of your sheer blouse.

“Starting in five!” Someone calls out.

“So excited to work with you again! Just like old times, huh?” He says with the same enthusiasm he always has. He places an arm around you, rubbing your side.

You smack his hand away. “We are co-worker, Mr. McLean. Act like it.”

“I am!” He whines as he shakes the stinging sensation from his fingers. “(Y/N)-bear, no need to be that way!”

“Don’t call me that!”

“You used to love it.”

“Key word: used to. Get over yourself, McLean.”

Chris is quiet for a moment, folding his arms over his chest. “You’re still mad about that?”

Your eyes narrow at him, and he frowns for the first time.

“You know it wasn’t like that,” He pouts.

“I’m not talking about this,” you hiss through your teeth.

“She flirted first-”

“It was a freaking interview- shut up. Just shut your mouth. We are here to host, nothing more. I’m not here to start up old drama.”

“See a yacht- starting in 5, 4, 3. 2,- ACTION!” A director announces.

Both you and Chris beam for the cameras. You stood tall, putting on a friendly façade for the viewers. On the inside, you wanted to strangle Chris.

“Welcome back to Total Drama Island!” Chris proclaims, his arms stretched out wide, “I’m your host, Chris McLean, with everyone’s beloved (Y/N) (L/N)!”

“Great to be here, Chris!”

“Awesome. It’s time to meet our first eleven campers!”

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