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[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

chapter four:

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➴ warnings: angst, jealousy, insecurities

➴ word count: 3.9k

➴ author’s note: this is a mess, soph and jack are a mess, quinn’s a sweetheart, grace’s funny af and i’ve reached 100 followers today. can’t even describe how happy i am with the attention IYLM,LMK is getting. i adore u all so much and i hope u stick with me for a while. prepare your seatbelts because shit is about to hit the fan. :,)

SOMETHING changed between you and Jack that day at the Skims set, a week ago.

You finally realized that you are, very much, in love with Jack Hughes. Which was something that you never, in a million years, would’ve guessed. Because, what; you told yourself you’d never get your heart shattered again, yet here you were, walking straight (and worse: willingly) into a trap, falling in love with the man whore of the Devils team.

Despite all of the mean things your mind wanted to tell you, you just forced yourself to remember that not every man is like your cheater ex boyfriend and that not every man would completely crush your heart and tear it apart.

And even though you wouldn't put your hand on the fire and say that he felt the same way as you, if he didn’t, that man was good at pretending. Because no way in hell he’d take all of his fuck buddies to their family lake cabin to throw a Halloween party.

“This is crazy, Jack, you are in the middle of the season, and I’m in the middle of releasing something…” you started, watching as the car took a turn. “Also, how the fuck did you manage to organise a party in, like, thirty minutes?”

“Uh. I’m literally a NHL player. What did you expect?” He scoffed, so full of himself it was almost impossible to stand. You rolled your eyes. “And it’s just a night. I’m not screwing everything up for having fun for one night only, baby, and neither is you.”

“I guess you’re right.” You mumbled, answering some texts messages on your phone.

“I’m always right.” You rolled your eyes again, watching as he drove with ease. “What are you wearing tonight?”

“My fans have been dying for me to dress up as Rapunzel, so I might as well please them.” You shrugged, locking your phone and putting it on your pocket.

“I don’t know about them but I am definitely pleased with the idea.” He smirked.

“You’re just horny, Hughes. Happens to the best of us.”

“Or you’re just pretty. Happens to some of us.”

You laughed, cheeks warm and heart beating fast. “You’re a flirt, Jack Hughes. I missed that. Is it always this crazy during the season?”

“Like you can’t even imagine. My life is just games, working out, eating plain shit and practice for seven months straight.”

“And you love every second of it, don’t you?”

He smiled, white teeth making the view seem a whole lot brighter. “I do, yes. It’s like… the only thing that makes me feel truly alive.”

“Yeah, I know what it feels like,” you whispered. “I feel like that when I’m on the stage too. It’s just… I don’t know. Makes me feel good.”

“I like seeing you on stage,” he nodded and you raised your brow. “What? I do, really. That concert I went to with Nico was fun. Besides, watching you dance with those little dresses of yours is something else.”

“Boo, you’re just an idiot!” You laughed. “But thank you, Jackie bear.”

“Sophia, Jesus, do not call me that,” he whined, but the smile was still on his lips. “Gross.”

“Okay, Jackie bear, whatever you want, honeypot.”

“Sophia!”

— ♡

THE cabin was packed with people, and you were amazed with how fast people arrived, even with the short notice.

You were waiting for Grace to finish getting ready— she would be wearing a Tiana costume, matching your Rapunzel one— so you both could go downstairs and enjoy the party.

“Jack’s going to have a heart attack when he sees you with that little skirt,” Grace said, while applying lip gloss on her plump lips.

“Yeah, about that… I might need to talk to you about something.” You started, crossing your legs.

She stared at you through the mirror, raising her eyebrows. “Go on, Pinky Pie.”

“I thought we’d established that I’m Twilight and you’re my Mordecai?” You giggled, making Grace laugh too.

“I guess we can pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars…” she sighed. “Go on, then, baby. We don’t have all night.”

“So. I may or may have a thing for Jack. Actually, maybe more than just a thing. Think I’m in love, to be honest,” you waited to see her reaction, not expecting her to jump out of the vanity and start twirling around the room, making you laugh. “What are you doing?”

“Are you joking?” She looked at you like you’d grown a second head. “I just won two hundred bucks!”

Confusion took over your face. “What do you mean?”

“I told Nico that you’d be in love with Jack by the end of October and he said you’d be in love with him by the end of November, and since you confessed it now— perfect timing, by the way— I get my two hundred bucks!” She started dancing and jumping, like she wasn’t a nepo baby.

“Grace! What the hell, this is serious!” You raised your arms.

She sat back on the bed.

“Girl, no it isn’t. Just go to him and say: hey, buddy, here’s a secret not so secret: I’m in love with you.” She shrugged. “Just don’t sing the Airplanes song, please. That’s, like, our thing.”

“Grace, I— I can’t even— what the hell,” you wanted to run your hands through your hair, but you remembered that you were wearing extensions and a tiara. So you stick with biting your nails instead. “First of all, why the fuck would you and Nico bet on something like this? That doesn’t even make sense. Second, I can’t just go over there, call him and tell him I like him. That’s not how it works.”

“Well, Nico was the one who proposed the idea of betting so that’s on him!” She raised a finger. “And yes, that is literally how it works.”

“You’re forgetting that this is Jack Hughes. A guy who, apparently, can’t stay a week without a pussy and fucked every Jerseywoman who walked on God’s green earth.”

“Ew, don’t say that! You know my mom’s New Jersian…” she sighed, making a disgusted face. You smiled, apologetically. “Okay. I know that Jack’s past may not be the ideal background you want for your baby daddy but hear me out!”

“Baby daddy? What—”

“Jack hasn’t touched anyone else since you guys started… well. Fucking.” She blushes, like she wasn’t calling him your baby daddy not even a minute ago. “And he’s a great, great person. I’ve seen how he looks at you and if that man isn’t in love, then I’m white as a sheet of paper.”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, feeling frustrated. “Harris also seemed like a great guy, and when we got together, everything changed. I don’t want to go through that ever again.”

“I know it hurt, and God knows I’d rather mop the entire ocean than to see you like that again,” she scooched closer, grabbed your hands and pressed her lips together, the REM Beauty lip gloss making her lips look magical. “But you have to give yourself that chance again. It’s been more than a year, and I’ve seen you and Jack together.”

“I know that, but—”

Grace clicked her tongue, a tsc reverberating on the bedroom walls.

“I’m telling you this as someone who isn’t inside that little head of yours,” she whispered, holding your hands tighter. “You and Jack together? Girl, that’s meant to be. That’s like Achilles and Patroclus, Romeo and Juliet, Hazel and Gus—”

“Girl, what the hell, can’t you find a couple who at least one of them is still alive?” You scoffed.

“Sorry, I just love depressing stories…” she apologized before starting talking again. “That’s not the point, anyway, Miss Girl and you know it! Fuck whatever your head is telling you, Soph: you deserve to be loved and you deserve to love.”

“I didn’t say I love h—” she put a hand over your mouth, interrupting you.

“You don’t have to. I know you, Soph, and the look you get on your face whenever you talk to him, or even better, talk about him, is enough for me,” she kissed your cheek, quickly wiping the lip gloss stain on your face. “And let me tell you a secret, honeybun, he has the same look on his face.”

You smiled, cheeks carmesim and heart full. Thanking Grace for saying all of this wasn’t enough, you needed to buy her a house on the beach with a very naked Nico Hischier inside of it. Maybe that’s what you were going to do.

If only you knew how to convince Nico to be naked at a beach house, you’d certainly—

Someone knocked on the door, and you both got up, surprisingly fast, remembering that you were not alone and that there was a whole party happening downstairs.

Opening the door, you faced Jack who looked way too hot with his own jersey. Of course he’d be wearing a Jack Hughes, NHL Player costume. Of fucking course.

“You were taking too long up here so I came to check on you but maybe we’ll be here for a bit longer.” He smirked, hands finding your corset-covered waist instantly.

“Hum—”

“Excuse me, Mr. I-can’t-keep-myself-in-my-pants, I’m still here.” Grace yelled behind you, and you watched as his entire face showed his annoyance.

“Yeah, I can see. Feel free to leave, though,” he rolled his eyes, holding your right hand and twirling you around. “You look so pretty, baby.”

Your entire face felt like a fireplace but you still smiled nonetheless. “Thank you.”

“You both are disgusting, excuse me,” Grace walked past the both of you, mumbling something about checking in with her husband.

“Let’s go.” He offered you his hands, which you promptly held.

Going downstairs, you were surprised with how full the house was. Like, there were at least fifty people there, which seemed insane for a cabin, no matter how large it was.

Jack dragged you around, saying “hi” to every person you walked by, true to his NHL playboy persona. To your amusement, some people also acknowledged you. Mostly some girls and a few guys. It was nice.

“Sophia!” You heard a shout and immediately knew who it was. Trevor Zegras, wearing a pirate costume, which was just an excuse for him to be shirtless, really. One of the most annoying people you’ve ever met. Truthfully. “Damn, I’d climb that tower for you.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’d push you down that shit, Zegras, fuck off.”

Jack laughed softly beside you, moving until you were both sitting on the couch. Quinn, Luke, Nico, Grace and Zegras were all there, talking with a few people you didn't know the name of.

“You can't say you don’t like me without trying me first.” Trevor suggested, looking directly at your face. You showed him your middle finger.

“No one wants to try you, Zegras, now fuck off,” Jack stated before sipping on the beer he stole from Luke, who was dressed as a cooking chef. Or at least that’s what it looked like.

“See, this is why Quinn’s my favorite Hughes,” he mumbled, smiling at Quinn. “Anyway, Soph knows where the heat’s at.” Pointing at himself, Zegras moved on to the girl on his right, who seemed awfully pleased to be his second option.

“Asshole.” You heard Jack mutter under his breath and you giggled, amused.

“Be nice. He’s just… in heat, I guess,” you shrugged, already used to Zegras’ comments. Every time you saw him, he had something new to add to the list. Usually, you’d tell him to fuck off, and he would.

“He’s a pain in my ass, that’s what he is.” Jack bickered, pouting like a ten-year-old child. You found it cute.

“Poor Jackie, huh?”

“Shut up, Soph.” He smiled, blue eyes bright and kind.

Now that you knew what those backflips your heart did every time you saw him smile meant, it was much harder to control them.

Confessing to Jack would break the no-strings-attached arrangement that you both had silently made. It would meant either dating him and having your happily ever after (even if you hardly believed in those) or having your heart broken (again) by a really nice guy who just wanted to fuck you.

Besides that, you were both well-known people, especially you. You remember all too well when you were at home, chilling after a concert, and you got several texts from your friends and family, regarding a bunch of pictures of Harris kissing another girl at a bus stop station. A fucking bus stop station.

The situation dragged on for months, every time you’d post something, people would mention the fact that your ex was a cheater, you had been cheated on and that somehow you deserved to get cheated on; because of the things you sang, because of the clothes you were. Just a shit show with an even shittier audience.

“Hey,” you heard Jack’s voice beside you, and you turned your head around, looking at him. “Where'd you go?”

“Nowhere,” you smiled; it didn’t reach your eyes. Jack seemed to be ready to talk back when a girl— brunette with the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen— threw herself at his lap.

“Jackieeee.” She whined, kissing his cheek. “I missed you.”

You could tell she was a little tipsy, but even so, it made your stomach ache anyway. That ugly, shattering feeling of feeling like less than less came back, and it was as if you could feel the narrator of your story preparing himself to repeat the same shit again. Here’s Sophia again, the girl who likes to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrests.

“Hi…” Jack sounded unsure, something he rarely did. You looked at Grace, and she looked right back at you. Only then you realized that basically everyone was staring at you.

“You don’t remember me?” The girl sounded like she was pouting and you cringed. She was so close to you, sitting on his lap, that her left thigh was brushing against your arm. “That’s fine. I’ll make sure to be unforgettable this time, baby.”

“Wow, I think that’s it for me,” you muttered, getting up from the couch, moving to the kitchen without looking back. You knew that you’d throw up if you did; not because of Jack and Mrs. Unforgettable, but because of the pity stares you knew people were giving you. It sucked.

You also knew that if you stayed inside the house for too long, you’d end up drunk and pissed off. And you didn’t want that. So you did the only thing that you knew would put your mind in the right place again: going to the lake.

You walked outside, feeling the cold breeze hit your face and legs and arms and— everywhere, really. You should have worn a sweatshirt, but now it was too late to go back. You’d rather turn into a popsicle than to go back there and watch that again.

Sitting on the dock, you watched the lake in front of you, listening to the sounds of insects and trees moving. It was a nice view, but probably nicer in the summer. Right now it just looked like a Criminal Minds crime scene.

Lost in thoughts, you didn’t hear the steps coming from behind you. “You’re gonna get sick.”

Letting out a scream, you turned around, facing Quinn, who was wearing a pilot costume, with a scowl on your face.

“Sweet Jesus, Quinn, what the hell,” you put your hand on your barely covered chest, taking a deep breath. “Don’t you know how to, I don’t know, make noise while you walk?”

“I did that, actually, you just didn’t hear it,” he sat down beside you, handing you a Canucks sweatshirt. “Thought you’d get cold.”

You smiled, thanking him and putting it on, trying not to ruin your hair and makeup.

“Thank you, Quinn. That’s nice. Go Canucks!” You raised your hand, making a fist bump, hearing his soft chuckle beside you. You sighed. “I don’t know if you’re here to try to make me feel better or anything like that, but you don’t have to. I’m fine, really.”

“I’m just here because you needed a sweater and because it’s kinda creepy to be here alone. Nothing else, I promise.”

You looked at him, once again surprised with the Hughes men. But then, they were raised by Ellen, so you shouldn’t really be surprised.

You nodded, choosing not to say anything, just feeling the breeze on your face, a million thoughts in your head.

Now what? What would you even say to Jack? Hey, yeah, I know that when we started this we said that we didn’t want to fall in love but guess what! I’m in love with you.

And what would he even say to you? It wasn’t his fault he didn’t like you back. He’d probably say something like yeah, you fucked up our arrangement now I’ll have to find someone else to fuck every week. You were fun, though! and move on with his life.

And you’d move on with yours, just like you did before. The thing is, you didn’t want to move on again. You spent five years into your twenties trying to move on from things and it was tiring as hell. Moving on from broken friendships? Tiring. Moving on from toxic people? Tiring. Moving on from your cheater boyfriend? Tiring and humiliating.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Quinn throwing rocks at the lake, laughing when he couldn’t make them float like he intended to. He looked at you with that tired expression of his, and smiled back.

“Great album, by the way,” he blurted out of nowhere.

You frowned. “Thank you, I guess. Did someone leak it?”

“No,” he laughed, shortly. “Jack talked about it in our family group chat a while ago. Ma asked about you and he went on rambling about it, which was really funny. He was like, putting on his uniform before practice and recording a voice note at the same time, which he never does. And then he went full rambling about all of the songs and how shitty your ex was. Sorry about that,”

You looked at Quinn like he had grown two more heads, four more arms and five more legs. You had no idea Jack talked about your songs with his family. At all.

You wanted to ask more about it to Quinn so bad but you were kinda scared about what you were going to hear in response. Does Jack talk about me?

About you? Yeah, and a lot of other girls too.

“Sure,” you mumbled. “Yeah, Harris was a dick,”

“I liked some of his movies but now he’s banned from my watchlist forever.” Quinn announced like the statement didn’t make your heart break and mend at the same time, his tone calm and distant. “It’s good that you found something to channel your pain though. I do that a lot during my games.”

“Singing for me is like breathing. I’ve done it since I was, like, eight or even younger,” you nodded to yourself, looking at the stars above you. “This album means a lot to me, in a lot of ways. So thank you for telling me this.” You smiled, not sure if he could see it. He was also looking at the stars.

“Don’t need to say ‘thank you’. You have a gift, Sophia. I hope you know that,” he stretched himself, yawning and wrapping his arms around his middle. “I wish I could write songs but I suck at that.”

“Why do you sound like you’ve tried that already?” You smirked, fucking with him.

Or at least you thought you were, because Quinn went quiet, which confirmed your suspicions.

“What!” You looked at him, throwing your arms up. “Have you written songs before?”

“I was thirteen, okay? I just thought that maybe if I didn’t make it to the NHL, I could at least be a rapper or something.” He shrugged, again, which only made you start laughing. “I know, it’s funny. Thankfully, I made it to the NHL.”

“I don’t know, it’d be great to make a song with you,” you said, playfully, before realising something. “Oh my God, Quinn. That’s what I need!”

“What?” He smirked. “Make a song with me? I don’t think that’s a great idea—”

“No, not a song with you. Just a song. I need to write,” You nodded to yourself, getting up and fixing your skirt with your hands. “Do you think I could get a cab here? I came with Jack and I think he’s…” you bit your lip. Focus. Write the song; it will all be better. “Busy. And Grace needs to have her fun, too. She’s been working nonstop.”

“A cab? Soph, it’s like midnight,” he got up, too, standing in front of you. “I can take you home. It’s no biggie.”

“What? No! Enjoy the party! I’ll just try to catch an Uber or something.” You went to grab your phone, just to remember that you left it at the cabin. “Ugh, fuck, I need to go inside again.”

“I will take you home, no need for Ubers or anything like that. Just tell me where your things are and I’ll pick them up for you. I’ll talk to Grace on my way there.” He affirmed, walking with you towards the cabin, the loud music slowly filling up your ears again.

“That’s… so nice,” you breathed, more grateful than you’d like to admit. “Thank you, Quinn, seriously. I owe you.”

“It’s fine,” he replied, hands in his pockets. “Wait a second here, please.”

You did, and it wasn’t long until he showed up with your backpack, your phone and a very worried Grace beside him.

“Girl, what the hell?” She yelled, probably not even realizing how loud she sounded. “I’ve been looking for you like crazy and out of nowhere Quinn shows up with your stuff, saying he will get you home.”

“I have to write a song.” You reasoned, raising your shoulders.

Grace stared at you for what felt like forever, until she pressed her lips on your forehead and sighed. “Alright. I’m not even going to ask. Be safe, please, and remember that I’m only a phone call away.”

“Thank you, I love you.” You kissed her back, following Quinn on the way to his car, not bothering to look back.

Jack was probably busy anyway.

— ♡

HANDS around the guitar, you replayed the same melody you’ve been playing for five hours straight now.

You arrived home at one thirty in the morning, and even though you were awfully tired, you had to get the lyrics, the feelings, the emotions out of you. Fuck sleeping.

You offered your guest room for Quinn but he just shook his head, saying that he’d crash at his parents’. You made him call you when he arrived there so you knew he was safe, which he promptly did.

After that, you made yourself tea and sat in your home studio, writing obsessively. It had been a long time since the last time you had a song practically written in your head, and honestly, you couldn’t tell if that was good or not.

What you knew, though, is that now, five hours later, seven a.m. in the morning, you had a song. Bad for Business. You sent it to your producer and Grace before laying on your bed and drifting away immediately, the exhaustion taking over you.

[miumura]

LOVING YOU FROM A DISTANCE — TEASER.

S ☆ — Heeseung has liked you for ages, too long for him to even recall how. Sure, he should be confessing now, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t, especially if you have a boyfriend. So how is he going to tell you his feelings in only a span of a year before he leaves?

2 LOVERS? — best-friend!heeseung x best-friend!fem!reader

GENRE — high school au, bsfs to lovers to ???, he fell first, she fell harder (+ sort of right person, wrong time), angst, fluff

WARNINGS — some curse words possibly, insecurities (abt looks, way they act, etc), some ppl might act shitty .. (will add more if any in actual post for the fic)

FEATURING — beomgyu from txt, sunghoon from enhypen, yoon from stayc

SOPH — since lyfad had the most votes in the poll, here is the long fic that i will be working on 😊 hope you guys think you made a good choice on picking this!! enjoy this little snippet 🤭 + thank u sona fans (or u guys) for picking one on sonas poll, as promised, here is the teaser <3

"Dang, you're good. Never knew you could play," you exclaimed as he finished playing the guitar.

Heeseung smiled and put the guitar down beside him. "You know me, always good at everything, but I don't mean to boast," he said. “You really don't know your best friend, do you?"

"Seriously, you're good at everything. It's hard to keep up with you," you joked, thinking about all the skills he possessed. "I wish I could play like you."

"It's not that difficult to learn. You're a quick learner," he reassured.

Eagerly, you suggested, "Could you teach me?"

"Sure, why not?" he agreed with a smile.

Excited about the opportunity to learn from Heeseung, you both decided to take some time for a quick guitar lesson. You sat right beside him, preparing to learn a few tips.

"Alright, let's start with the basics," Heeseung said, holding the guitar and showing you how to hold it properly. He hands you his guitar, allowing you to copy what he did.

You watched attentively, eager to learn everything you can. "Like this?" you asked, mimicking his hand position.

“Exactly, just position that slightly a bit more towards this way,” he scoots closer to you, propping the item correctly in your hand. “You’re doing great!”

"Now, let's learn how to strum the strings." He demonstrated a gentle strumming motion. "Try it yourself." He hands you the pick, watching over you as you try it out.

You nervously held the guitar and attempted to replicate his strumming. The sound was a bit off, but you kept trying.

Heeseung smiled reassuringly. "You’re doing great! Perfect for a first timer."

He patiently taught you the chords, giving you encouragement and guidance that you needed. Even if you fumbled a bit, you gradually started improving the sounds. "Wow, that sounds much better now," you exclaimed, surprised by your progress.

Heeseung chuckled. "See? You're a fast learner. Just keep practicing, and you'll be playing like a pro in no time."

"I just have to teach you a few more basic chords before I can teach you a song," Heeseung said, reaching over to take the guitar from your hands. However, before he could proceed, the door swung open, revealing Beomgyu. He greeted you both with a warm smile.

"You know," Beomgyu chimed in cheerfully, "if you really wanted to learn guitar, you should've asked me." He plopped down beside you, extending a hand towards Heeseung. "Hand me that guitar, Hee."

You exchanged surprised glances, amazed by the unexpected turn of events. Handing the guitar over to Beomgyu, you watched as he effortlessly adjusted his posture and strummed a few chords.

"I've been playing for a while now," Beomgyu continued, "and I'd love to share what I've learned with you."

"You know how to play guitar too?" you asked Beomgyu in surprise.

"Of course I do. Your boyfriend knows a thing or two," Beomgyu replied cheesily, earning a giggle from you. As the playful banter continued, Heeseung couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort, sensing himself becoming the third wheel. However, it wasn't an entirely unfamiliar situation.

Gradually distancing himself from the two of you, Heeseung settled into a corner, observing your interaction. He wore a gentle smile, occasionally chuckling at your playful mistakes and Beomgyu's teasing scolds.

In that moment, Heeseung couldn't deny the bittersweet longing within him. He wished he could be more than just your best friend, wishing for something more.

In the corner, Heeseung's heart felt conflicted as he watched your interaction with Beomgyu. Part of him wished he could be the one making you laugh and sharing those playful moments together. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he were the one holding the guitar, strumming strings that would make your heart skip a beat.

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[scarletttries]

Kendall Roy Dating Reader with different jobs... (Succession Request)

Pairing: Kendall Roy x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Just fluff, nothing explicit.

Author’s Note: I've had a bunch of different requests for what Kendall Roy would be like for a reader with a specific career/background so I thought I would write some headcanons for each job in this one post, enjoy! :)

Kendall Roy Dating Reader with different jobs...

Teacher! Reader

- Kendall never really considered the kind of selfless person you need to be to take a job that is endlessly tiring, chronically underpaid and completely underappreciated. His world was about hoarding money and power, leaving morals by the wayside once they started to get in your way.

- But trying to be a better dad to his children, he scheduled time once a week to pick them up from school himself, trying to be a more active parent now that he had lost his own. As his car finally rolled to a stop at pick-up after twenty minutes of sitting in traffic caused exclusively by black SVU's, he could feel his commitment to this wavering, willing himself to stroll up the front entrance and stand with all the other parents, like he was just one of the masses.

- That's where he saw you, perched on the stone steps, taking Iverson through his schedule for tomorrow as Sophie peered over your shoulder, voice so soothing Kendall could feel his shoulder began to drop as he stepped slowly towards you, a grin forming across his cheeks as he watched his son smile at your instructions.

"Dad!" Sophie would notice him first, pleasantly surprised that he not only followed through with his promise, but even looked happy to see them, running over to crash into his arms.

"Hey Soph! You and Ives ready to go, or are you still talking to Mrs...?" This wasn't the first time you'd had a dad trying to scope out your situation, but you couldn't help but warm towards him a little as his kids clung eagerly to his hands.

"Miss (Y/L/N), it's nice to meet you." You offered, extending your hand towards him in time for Sophie to let him go just long enough for him to reach out and shake it.

"Kendall Roy, I'll be doing pick up once a week now, so I'll see you around." He tried to say it casually, but you could tell from his beaming smile this man would be nothing but trouble for you.

- Surely enough the next week Kendall returns, having thought about little else and prying a few details unsubtly from Iverson about what turned out to be his favourite teacher. Expect weekly pick-up to start including gifts (for the kids and for you), Kendall insisting it's the least he could do for someone 'with an actually difficult job' finally building up the nerve to ask you if he can take you out for dinner the week before Winter break, as a thank you for being Iverson's favourite teacher.

- Once you accept, prepare to be fully suckered into Kendall's charm; this man knows how to plan a first date. He'll have orchestrated everything to give you the date of your dreams, before casually dropping into conversation that he's made an enormous donation to your school to ensure student have only the best supplies 'since he knows they already have the best teacher.'

- Seeing the way his kids adore you would have Kendall immediately thinking long term with you, exactly the type of kind, selfless, wholesome person that he has always wanted to be with.

Ballerina! Reader

- Kendall could hardly believe that Connor had dragged him out to some ridiculous ballet, just so Willa could rub shoulders with the theatre director in the hopes of producing another failing Broadway show. As he slumped into his box seat and leaned down over the railings he could almost peep behind the curtains at the side of the stage, seeing a few elegant forms flitting about as the lights began to dim.

- The moment you stepped on stage, he was captivated. The lightness with which you moved, the emotion your body portrayed so beautifully, the glistening beauty of your face as you stared up into the spotlight. Kendall felt like he couldn't take a breath the entire performance, hooked on your every step, everything about you ethereal and otherworldly.

- Kendall was rarely nervous, but he felt the butterflies stirring through his stomach as Connor and Willa dragged him backstage after the performance, leaving him alone and face-to-face with the object of his obsession. He'd walk past every other performer, you standing out to him even in a crowd of matching costumes and make-up. Gushing about your performance, his intensity might take you by surprise for a moment, but only long enough for him to completely win you over before you've finished your first glass of champagne.

- Once you start dating, Kendall is at every one of your performances, watching you dance from his private box and feeling like it's for him alone. His perfect performer, shining so brightly for him to marvel at. He'd consider inviting his family, so proud of the way you dance, but ultimately decides it feels too intimate to share with anyone else, a private dance for him every time you're on stage.

- After rehearsals expect Kendall to be cooing over your aching body, running luxurious baths full of oils and steaming salts, settling in behind you and having you lay back against his chest, soothing your tired muscles with soft strokes of his hands for as long as it takes for you to feel rested again. If you're sat on his sofa with him, he'll pull your feet onto his lap and knead the flesh gently, in awe of just what they can do in those slippers.

- Whenever you're at a bar or a party he loves to hit the dance floor with you, watching you sway in perfect time, so in control of your body, feeling endlessly privileged that he's the one that gets to dance alongside you at moments like this.

Waitress at your Family Restaurant

- Your parents had never been rich, but they'd put every effort and penny and hour they had into the family restaurant and you'd never felt like you missed out on anything because you came from a working class background.

- Growing up your family was always close, spending your teenage years waiting on tables, and then sticking with it, knowing one day the family business will be yours to take over. Your parents were so proud of you, and you knew they would have supported you in whatever you wanted to do, but this was where your heart was always going to be.

- You'd never had a lot of money to play with growing up, so you never really cared about having fancy things, knowing you had everything you needed to live a happy life.

- When Kendall ends up in an unfamiliar part of town, and you serve him one of the most spiritually fulfilling meals he's ever had, he leaves you his number with a tip that could pay off a mortgage and you realise just how rich he is.

- Kendall would quickly notice how out of place you feel at the elaborate events his presence is required at, realising just how privileged he is to have an unlimited wardrobe that constantly updates with the latest styles - and so he takes you shopping on your third date.

- Shopping with Kendall is a marathon, him excitedly pulling you into every store and watching as shopgirls that would usually turn their nose up at you suddenly start fawning over you and rushing to bring you dress after dress once they see one of Kendall's assistants pull out an array of black credit cards. It would feel a little uncomfortable having Kendall pay for thousands of dollars of designer clothes, but the sheer joy on his face as you parade in and out of a dressing room in items chosen by him would quickly let you know he's enjoying this even more than you are. Everytime he sees you in an item he chose on that shopping trip he feels a rush of pride, so happy he can treat you to all the amazing things you deserve.

- And this is anything but one-sided as Kendall gets more and more accustomed to visiting your family's restaurant, absorbing all the positive energy your parents emit as they gush with pride and remind him he's always welcome, and a part of the family.

Fashion Designer! Reader

- It's no secret that Kendall considers himself someone with an eye for fashion, enjoying wearing the latest trends and finding unique items that help him express himself more than he can in his usual corporate uniform.

- So when he's at yet another new york fashion event and he hears rumours about a new designer showing a collection that afternoon, he's more than a little intrigued. Then he sees your designs strutting down the catwalk and he can tell there's something really special to this person, their creative eye resonating with exactly what he looks for in art, without even realising and in a way he can't quite put his finger on. Kendall scouts the after party excitedly, trying to track down this up and coming star, ready to negotiate a deal for a custom design he can't wait to brag about. But what he wasn't expecting is for the beautiful brain behind his new favourite looks to belong to such a beautiful person.

- By the end of the night he's secured a jacket from your upcoming collection, and a brunch date that weekend.

- Kendall would be your biggest supporter, investing emotionally and financially into your brand, your designs and your business, and using every resource he has to make you the star you deserve to be - just be prepared that he's going to want to buy one of everything.

- Definitely claims to be your muse at fashion shows, letting you use him as a human mannequin when you get struck by inspiration and your staying over at his place.

- He can no longer get dressed without asking for your input, looking momentarily unamused in just his underwear when you say he's in the perfect outfit as he is, before that mischievous grin flashes across his face and he's diving across the bed to ask you to make a lingerie collection and model it for him.

[queen-of-the-misfit-toys]

Reset

Benophie Week 2024

Warnings: nothing but angst, a little bit of injury

Word count: 2.1k

My entry for Benophie Week, day two. Trope: second chances. This is the longest thing I've written in probably 8 months or so. I hope everyone enjoys.

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“Hi Daph. What's up?”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Ummmm…a little thing called caller ID, sister.”

“Oh right. Of course. Anyway, I need you to do something for me please. BB has had an accident at school and they have taken her to A&E and they won't start treatment until a family member is there. And…”

“You're on bed rest. Right, of course I'll go but where is Simon? Or Mum? I wouldn't normally be your first choice.”

“Simon is in York on a business thing and Hy is having her wisdom teeth out today so Mum can't go. And Anthony and Kate…”

“Are out of the country. What hospital did she go to, Daph? I'll leave right away.”

“She's at St. Mary's. Thank you so much, brother.”

“Of course, Daphne. No thanks needed. I'll keep you updated on everything.”

“Thanks again!! Oh, oh, Benedict before you go you need to know…Sophie is with her.”

(Radio Silence)

“Ben? Benedict? Are you there? Hello?”

“I'm here, Daphne. Why, pray tell, is my ex-girlfriend with her? I know you're still friends but…”

“Sophie is her teacher this year, brother. And I trust her implicitly so she is on the approved list to take the kids from school if needed. But the hospital needs a family member. It's just for a little while, Ben. I'm sure she'll leave once you get there.”

“It's not an issue, Daph, really. Just a bit of a surprise. Talk to you soon.”

“I love you, big brother. Thank you.”

“Love you too.”

Three years since he had seen her. Heard her voice. Been in her presence. And he still loved her just as much as he did then. He could do this. He HAD to do this. He had no choice. He grabbed his keys and was out the door.

“I am here for Belinda Basset please.” He announced to the receptionist at the desk.

“Are you a family member?”

“Yes. I am her uncle. My name is on her family list. Benedict Bridgerton.”

“Right. Just a moment. Jesus, there's a ton of you lot, aren't there?”

“My parents loved each other very much.” He quipped, eliciting a laugh from everyone around.

“Alright, just sign these forms and you can go to her.”

Benedict quickly scribbled his signature and was directed to station two. He steadied his nerves as he walked down the hall. Three years. Three bloody years. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Belinda Belle, what have you done to yourself, my love?”

“Uncle Benny!!! I can't fly, Uncle Benny! I tried but I fell!”

He took his niece from Sophie's lap, hugging her tight to him.

“Sophie. You're looking well. Mind telling me what happened?”

“She was on top of the climbing frame and jumped off, trying to fly as she said. It happened very quickly.” She said, patting BB’s back as she clung to her uncle.

“Was no one watching them? Isn't that kind of your job?”

Sophie glared him down.

“Sorry. Sorry. I'm just concerned for her.”

“As I said, Benedict, it happened very quickly. I was by her side the minute she hit the ground.”

“Thank you for that, Sophie. I'll take it from here if you want to leave.”

“NOOOOOO!!! Don't leave!! Please, Miss Sophie!! Please stay!!”

“BB darling, Uncle Benny is here now. You don't really need me here, sweetheart.”

“Please Miss Sophie!! I want you both here! Please don't go!”

Sophie looked at Benedict, searching his face for…what she didn't know.

“If it's okay with Uncle Benedict I'll stay.”

“Please Uncle Benny?? Please don't make her go!”

“Of course I won't, Darling. Miss Sophie can stay if you want her to.”

Sophie sat down next to Benedict, waiting for the doctor.

*Knock knock*

“Your Graces. So pleased to meet you. I'm Dr. Dorset and will be treating young Belinda today.”

“Oh. Oh no. We're not married. Or her parents. I'm her teacher.” Sophie stammered quickly. “We have no children together. No chance.”

“Nice one, Soph.” Benedict quipped. “But she is right, Dr. Dorset. I am Belinda's uncle, Benedict Bridgerton. The duchess is my sister and I'm filling in today.”

“I see. So you will be authorizing her treatment today. She has a dislocated shoulder, Mr. Bridgerton. For adults we normally manipulate it back into place in the room. I don't like to do that with children. Too traumatizing. We normally put them under light anesthesia for this. It won't take long but it is a good few hours including recovery. Will that be alright?”

“Of course. Whatever is best for her.”

“Excellent. I'll send a nurse in to give her a shot to calm her and start the anesthesia.”

“NOOOOOO!!! No shots, Uncle Benny! Please!!” Belinda cried as she buried her head in his chest.

“But it must be done to help you, sweetheart. To make the hurt go away.” He kissed her head as she cried harder.

“Darling, do you remember last year when you bloodied your knee? You did not want the antiseptic because it hurt but do you remember how much better you felt afterwards? This is the same, BB. It will hurt for a moment but will feel so much better. And I will be right here with you. Can you be my brave girl?” He soothed as he stroked her hair.

Belinda stared at him and then at Sophie.

“You'll BOTH be here? You won't leave me alone?” She sniffled.

“We would never leave you alone, sweetheart.” Benedict cooed as he wiped her tears.

“We're right here with you, BB.” Sophie promised.

“I don't have to stay, Benedict.” Sophie said after BB had been rolled away. “I know you're uncomfortable with me here. God knows I am.”

“Do you have somewhere or someone to get to? You promised her, Sophie. We both promised her we'd be here. So we'll act like adults and deal with it. Besides, how are you going to leave? You rode in the ambulance with her.”

“No I don't have somewhere to be, Ben. I was just trying to alleviate the tension. I'll call an Uber to take me to my car. That's what I was going to do anyway.”

“No. Not going to happen. You'll stay here with me until she is released and I will drive you to get your car.”

“The three of us won't fit in your two seater Jag.”

“I don't have the jag anymore, Sophie. I have a very…God help me…sensible minivan.”

Sophie broke into giggles.

“You what? Why would you get a van, Benedict? Not exactly the vehicle of choice for a rich, young, devastatingly handsome man.”

“It's practical. With the amount of my nieces and nephews already and the number growing seemingly everyday, it seemed the thing to do. Did you say devastatingly handsome?”

“I always knew you'd be a wonderful family man. You were superb just now with BB. Your girlfriend is a lucky woman.” She said softly, looking away so he wouldn't see the tears forming.

“I don't have a girlfriend, Soph. Why would you think I do? I haven't really dated anyone since…well…us.”

“Oh. Daphne said she liked the woman you brought to her New Year's party so I just figured…” Her voice trailed off.

Benedict sighed, running his hands through his hair.

“She was a model for a shoot. She was desperate to go to a society party so I figured what the hell. It meant nothing and she left with another guy. A baron or something. A pointless non-date if you will. What about you? Since we're getting personal here.”

“Nothing of any note. A few dates here and there. Pointless, as you say.”

“Good. Well, not good. But…anyway. We've gotten that out of the way.

“Yes, quite.”

“Yes indeed.”

An hour or so passed in silence, each devotedly buried in their phones.

Until.

“What happened, Sophie?”

“What?”

“I asked what happened? Why did you end us? What did I do? Or say? What could I have done to prevent it?”

Sophie took several deep breaths, trying to gather her thoughts. Which was quite difficult with Benedict staring her down.

“Well?”

“You didn't do anything, Benedict. It just needed to happen. I couldn't give you what you needed. End of story.”

“What I needed? What exactly did I need that you couldn't provide, Sophie? Shouldn't I have a clue about what that was?”

“You wouldn't understand.” Sophie whispered as tears began to fall.

“You're right. I don't understand. But you've never given me a chance to. You left with no warning. No communication. I was devastated, Sophie! I still am if I'm honest. I thought we were forever. We had plans, we were going to have children..our own family..a home in the country…and…and then you were just gone! So no, I do not understand!”

“Children, Benedict! You wanted children and I couldn't give them to you! I couldn’t give you the family you want! You deserve that. You deserve the world and I can't be that!”

“Soph”

*Knock knock*

“Excuse me, Mr. Bridgerton. Belinda did very well and is in recovery now. She should be ready to go home shortly.”

“Thank you, Dr. Dorset. For everything.”

“Why didn't you tell me, Sophie?”

He came and sat next to her, taking her hand in his.

“Did you think that would change my feelings for you? That I wouldn't love you anymore?

I still love you, Sophie. Even after you left me in the dust.”

“What? You can't be serious, Benedict.”

“I am serious. Deadly serious. You were it for me, Sophie. No one will ever compare. I couldn't care less if you can have children. I wish you had given me the chance to prove myself to you.”

“You deserve to be happy, Benedict. I thought I was doing you a favor. Giving you the chance to have a family. You never had to prove anything to me. I knew you wouldn't abandon me but you'd always be disappointed. And I couldn't live with you being disappointed in me.”

He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

“Sophie. You should have talked to me. Let me know what was happening. I could have helped you through it.”

“I'm sorry, Benedict. I never wanted you to suffer too.”

“You know Frannie has the same issue. Well, she can't have children so far, I don't know if you two have the same medical issue. Anyway, she is undergoing some treatments to see if they will help. You could try the same. I can get the information from her.” He said softly.

“Maybe if I ever have a partner again I will. Thank you, Ben.”

“Oh my brave darling!! Come to Mummy, my love!” Daphne met them at the door, reaching for her little girl.

“Daphne!! She's asleep so please get back to bed. Don't make me carry you too!”

“I'm going, I'm going! Take her to my room. I want her close to me.”

“She was an angel, Daph. So good for the doctors.” Sophie said as she hugged her friend.

“Thank you for staying with her too, Sophie. I hope it wasn't too unbearable.”

“It was fine, Daphne, really it was. He couldn't have been sweeter.” She said, squeezing her hand.

“Alright sister, she is tucked up tight, just waiting on Mummy to join her. Where are the others by the way?”

“They went home with the Mondrichs for a sleepover. Alice is a brave woman with her children and mine.”

“Wonderful! Now you get back to bed! Can't have anything happen to this little one,” he said, patting her belly, “And I need to get Sophie home.”

Daphne hugged them both.

“Thank you two for everything today! You're angels! Now go get some rest.”

“What about me, Soph?” he asked as they drove away.

“What about you, Benedict?”

“To try and make a family with. If you want to try of course. I understand if you don't. But if you do��would you consider me?” he whispered.

“Really Benedict? I don't like it when you joke like this. This situation is already hard enough without you mocking me.”

“I'm not joking or mocking you, Soph. Jesus, I already told you I still love you. I know you probably don't feel the same but at least consider me as an option. At least neither of us would be alone.”

Silence filled the car for several minutes, broken only by the soft whirring of the engine.

“I still love you too, Ben.” Sophie murmured, hanging her head.

“What was that, Soph? What did you say?”

“I said I still love you, you bloody idiot!”

Benedict pulled the car off the road into the grass.

“What are you doing?”

“Come home with me, Soph. Right now. Nothing has to happen. We'll just talk. Figure out what to do. A reset if you will. Please, Sophie, say you will!”

“I will, Ben. I love you.”

“I love you, Sophie. Let's go home.”

[sophsun1]

hi soph!! just wanted to say i hope you're doing okay after everything <3 thank you for still making so many gorgeous gifsets from that episode, i loved every single one of them!!

hey abigail!

awww, you're very welcome, i'm glad you're enjoying them and i hope they are maybe helping everyone heal a little somehow in their own way 💛

it took me two days just to be able to even look at a gif of them without bursting into tears never mind making one so i guess i'm feeling slightly less depressed about it all, though i'm sure i'll swing wildly back and forth the other way at some point lol.

i'm hoping to make a few more sets to celebrate what we got and going forward whatever happens with this fandom, whether everyone goes their separate ways and moves on to something else, it's been a joy to be a part of it all for however long we got them.

p.s 🕯 never stop manifesting tommy kinard's return 🕯

[thinkingoflawrence]

Imagine: Adam and you move to San Francisco (Fluff)

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This is for a friend, so there are insiders like “San Francisco” in it, The character is also based of off her, at least as best as I could.

i hope others still enjoy it!

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After you and Adam finally had enough money to move to San Francisco to open your camera shop,

you had helped Adam out of the bathroom, and finally got away from Jigsaw… you, yourself, were a Jigsaw victim too, you survived and somehow became an apprentice.

You had known him from Scott, you were invited to some house party that Scott was throwing, and then you met Adam there. Now, in San Francisco, the two of you set out to turn your passion for photography into a new chapter, leaving behind the dark part of your lives.

After a long ass car drive, we finally arrived,

Our car stopped in front of our new store and our new apartment, “Damn… We made it… Adam! San Francisco… our store. Can you believe it? Holy shit…”

with an excited tone to it, “Believe it, sweetheart. I always knew this day would come. Now, let the city bask in the glory of our photographic genius”

he gave me a smirk, and chuckled awkwardly, I got out of the car and Adam then followed.

I just stood there looking at the building, our flat was right above the store, it looked amazing… it was just amazing…

The sound of Adam's camera echoed through the moment, and as I turned, he had that mischievous grin. “Well, now our first new memory”,

“wait wait wait… take another picture, wait…” I did my best sigma expression that I could, and Adam took another picture, trying not to laugh his ass off.

As Adam previewed the shots, i glanced at the photos.

“What's with the Sigma act, Soph? Trying to look all mysterious and brooding?”

I chuckled, “You're missing the charm.”

Adam being a little sassy, “Soph, it's called ambiance. But if you've got a better pose, feel free to enlighten us.”

“Well… no, fuck you” i said jokingly

Adam smirked, “Ambiance, Soph, Ambiance. It's an art you might not understand.”

Sophia shot back, “Well, I've got my own art form it's called not giving a damn. Try it sometime.”

I chimed in with a playful tone, “Yeah, Adam, take notes from that.” Adam laughed, “I'll consider it, but I make no promises. I've got an image to maintain, you know.”

As we bantered, I couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth. “Yeah, alright, alright, whatever,” I said with a grin, “but seriously, maybe we should channel this energy into getting those cardboard boxes inside? Our new life in San Francisco isn't going to unpack itself.” i said,

Adam chuckled, “Fine, fine, we'll save the photo shoot for later. Let's deal with the cardboard boxes.”

My lips curled into a grin, “Finally, someone with priorities. Maybe, just maybe, there's hope for you. The mix of sass, laughter, and the excitement of a new beginning hung in the air as we put everything in the flat above the store.

Entering the flat, a comforting new smell surrounded us. Boxes down, we started unpacking, the promise of a fresh start in each unopened box.

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Time skip ~ some days later

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“Alright, that was the last one…” I remarked as I watched the last customer leave the shop, Adam was just in the back, Adam was immersed in developing pictures. Deciding to visit him, I swiftly walked to the door and opened it. “Boo.” I exclaimed, and to my surprise, Adam jumped, nearly dropping the pictures. He shot me a wide-eyed look, and then we both burst into laughter.

“You were very scary, you know?” Adam teased. “I know, I know, thank you,” I replied, inspecting the developing photos. Some were already hanging up to dry, and I noticed the pictures Adam took when we arrived were there.

“Well, they really turned out great, especially this one,“ I said, grabbing the picture. “Damn, I'm beautiful.” I held the photo next to my face, recreating the expression.

Adam took the picture, a bit embarrassed but still sassy. “I wanted to make something with it, but I forgot, okay?”

“Well, damn, okay,” I said. “I'll go upstairs already. You can finish if you want.”

“Alright, I'll just finish up and then join you, Soph.” Adam gave me a soft, quick kiss before I headed upstairs. way to the bathroom, brushing my teeth before finally heading to bed.

To my surprise, Adam was already there. “Well, someone was fast,” I remarked. “Yeah, I was quick to finish all of them,” Adam said with a small smile as he got into bed.

I joined him, and we just laid there, talking about everything and anything. Eventually, we fell asleep, wrapped in the comfort of each other's company.

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[vanpalmerenthusiast]

7 and 9 for the ask game :)

I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK ME THESE THANK YOU

for 7, my hopes for season 3 are that we get more taivan content because they’re my faves, van gets cured (it won’t happen but i can dream), that we get a simone and sammy update bc geniunely what is going on with that, shauna completely loses her shit (in either timeline), we find out what the hell happened to krystal, more pre-crash jackieshauna, and more hunt scenes!! i’m blanking on everything else because i want so much out of this next season but those are my main ideas.

and for 9, a scene i would get rid of, honestly i have no idea. if i had to pick it would probably either be that one scene where misty tries to poke ben in the dick or the scene where travis eats javi’s heart. now i know so many people will come after me for that but it’s not that i don’t like the concept of it, i think the metaphors and undertones of the scene are very well written, it’s just that watching it so explicitly makes me a little uncomfy 😭 and ik you’re all like “but soph, this show is literally all about cannibalism!” THAT DOES NOT MEAN I ENJOY WATCHING A KID EAT A RAW HEART

at least cook it first man

[linn-94]

Chapter 17: Happy together

We kissed for what felt like hours. But it was just minutes. Minutes of my life I would never forget.

When we stopped kissing again, we gave each other a long hug. I crawled against his side on the couch and he gave me a kiss on top of my head.

"I really like this." I said.

"I thought about this ever since I've met you." Aaron said.

"What are we going to do with us and the world outside?" I asked.

"Well I hope we can properly date right now and that we both know it's a date." He said laughing.

"Yes, I really want to go on dates with you! But can we wait with putting a label on it yet? I just want to enjoy us and dating and everything." I said honest.

"I'm okay with that! Let's just enjoy each other. Without labels or anyone knowing about it, just us." He said.

"How are you going to do that with Ricky and everyone in the cast? Does that mean I can't visit the show anymore?"

"For now I want it to be just us and you can still come to the show, we just have to be carefull with our movements there." Aaron laughed.

"So we are sneaking around backstage when I'm there? That's hot!" I said also lauging.

Aaron hugged me close.

We were quiet again for a while, just enjoying being together.

"Aaron?

"Yes Soph, what's wrong?"

"Do you have to go home tonight?" I asked.

"Do you want me to go home?"

"No! I really want you to stay here!"

"Then I'm staying Soph, I don't want to go home either. Miles is gonna be okay. But I have to get back home early tomorrow, to walk Miles and get my stuff to go to the theatre. It's a double show day tomorrow." Aaron said.

"Thank you Aaron. I don't mind waking up early as long as I can sleep in the same bed with you!"

He gave me a kiss and picked me up bridal style. He walked me to the bedroom and put me on the bed.

"I would love to sleep in the same bed again with you." He said.

And then he kissed me again.

After kissing we both got up from the bed. Aaron got in the shower again to wash off the show. While he showered I got my clothes off and put on my shorts and tanktop again.

When Aaron was done in the bathroom he laid down in my bed. I walked to the bathroom to go brush my teeth. While walking to the bathroom Aaron looked at me. "You are so beautiful!" He said. I blushed and walked in to the bathroom.

I scrubbed my make up off and brushed my teeth.

While walking to my bed I put off the lights and got into bed. Aaron laid on his back and I put my head on his chest. That felt so good! He wrapped his arms around me and we fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up in Aaron's arms. He was already awake and put little kisses on top of my head.

"Goodmorning beautiful!" He said softly.

"Goodmorning" I said.

"How did you sleep?" He asked.

"Amazing, you make me feel safe! And you?"

"I slept better than ever." He admitted.

We looked deep into each others eyes and then he kissed me.

"Soph, do you want to come with me to my apartment this morning? We can have breakfast on the way there and then we can walk Miles together. That way we can have some extra time today before I have to do two shows." He said.

"That's a great idea! I would love that very much!"

Before we both started the day we stayed in bed hugging, just enjoying the moment.

Then I got out of bed and took a shower. Did my make up and got dressed. When I came out of the bathroom Aaron was already dressed.

"You look amazing!" He said the moment he saw me.

I blushed and said "Thank you."

"So I figured, because we get breakfast on the way, we could also get coffee on the way. Hope you don't mind that?"

"No problem." I said.

I took my bag, phone and keys and we left my apartment. We walked into the nearest Starbucks to get breakfast and coffee to go.

"Caramel Machiatto and a cinamon roll?" Aaron asked smirking.

"Yes please!" I responded.

When Aaron had picked up our order we walked to Aaron's apartment.

I was getting nervous with every step we got closer. On the way there I thought about how I had not seen his apartment yet.

Aaron saw that I was getting nervous and he took my hand to comfort me. "Don't be nervous, it's gonna be okay." He whispered.

Then we arrived at his apartment. We took the elevator to the 6th floor.

Going inside his apartment I was blown away. It was a little bigger than mine. But it was beautiful and tidy for a man who lived on his own.

I was just taking in the apartment when Miles came running at me.

"Hey buddy, how are you? Are you a good boy?"

"You know he can't talk right?" Aaron joked.

"Ugh Aaron you're such a jerk!" I joked back.

I sat down on the couch in Aaron's living room, while he packed his stuff for a two show day.

I cuddled with Miles because he was continiously asking for attention.

"He likes you!" Aaron said walking into the livingroom again.

I looked at Aaron again.

"And I must say that he is right. He has a good taste." Aaron said lauging.

I blushed and looked at Aaron.

"What?"

"I'm not used to getting a lot of compliments." I responded.

"You can get used to it now, because I like to give you compliments. They make you blush and you're cute when you blush." Aaron said.

"So are you ready to walk Miles?" Aaron asked while getting Miles' leash.

"Yes, I'm all ready!"

[ashandkatiewrite]

FOUR WEDDINGS AND A FUNERAL

Chapter 14

FIC SYNOPSIS: Maggie Hastings meets her dream man after a flight into New York City— Bucky Barnes, a pilot who seems to be everything she’s looking for. Except that she already has a boyfriend who never has time for her. After a near-tryst with her dream pilot, Maggie runs, only to find out he later meets her best friend and they’re now crazy about each other. Among their group of best friends, between Chicago and New York, and four weddings and a funeral, Maggie and Bucky struggle to keep their fiery chemistry a secret so they don’t hurt the ones they love.

WRITTEN BY: @if-you-onlyknew & @scherbatskybish

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OFC

Rating: M (Mature) & E (Explicit)

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chapter preview…

"This is your Captain speaking.”

Maggie’s head snapped up from the scientific journal she was reading as the plane settled at 30,000 feet and a very familiar voice spoke over the intercom. 

“Bucky?” She found herself whispering his name, in a state of shock. Had Maggie just hallucinated hearing him? 

“We’re expecting a smooth flight into the Bahamas in about two hours. The temperature there is a balmy sixty seven degrees Fahrenheit so I hope you’ve all packed your swim gear.”

There were chuckles throughout the plane and a few that were very confused.

Maggie shook her head in amusement, her cheeks flushing as her stomach erupted with butterflies. Bucky was her pilot — for real this time. He had gotten his pilot's license! 

“Oh, we’re not going to the Bahamas, unfortunately. Scratch that. We’re on our way to New York and will be there in forty five minutes,” the smooth voice said with some humor and joviality in his voice by the sound of it. “You can still expect a smooth flight with very little to no turbulence. And if anyone is in need of a very talented doctor on this flight, we’re lucky to have Doctor Hastings in seat 4A. Enjoy the flight.”

Maggie blinked, her face going red. He knew she was on his flight.

The intercom clicked off and the fasten seatbelt sign turned off. 

Several people turned in their seats to look at Maggie. One man spoke up right away and began to pull his shoe off. “I got this problem with my foot,” he started to say. 

“Do not take your shoe off, Carlos,” the woman next to him berated him. “I told you to take care of that bunion years ago.” Carlos pushed his foot back into the shoe with a grumpy look on his face and began quietly bickering with his companion.

Maggie was grinning, despite knowing she’d have people coming up to her throughout the duration of the flight looking for free medical advice, but she didn’t care. Bucky was her pilot. He had followed through with his dreams and Maggie could not be more proud.

The beverage service began and when the flight attendant stopped at Maggie’s row, a glass of tequila sour was offered to her and Maggie knew exactly who it came from . “From the Captain,” the flight attendant confirmed with a faint trace of a smile. 

There was no first class section on this plane since it was such a short flight from Philadelphia into JFK, so the drink would have cost money normally. 

Maggie grinned, taking the drink. “Please tell him thank you,” she told the flight attendant, who then gave Maggie a small, folded up piece of paper. 

Her face flushed as she opened the note.

Drinks? 

— Bucky

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[silverhallow]

To help your muse

27-"I fucking love you."

This is set in the WWWY Universe.

And sort of uses the “to help your muse” as the theme.

Hope you enjoy it

Artists block.

There were few things Benedict hated more than when he hit a wall with his art. It made him feel like he was stuck in quicksand and unable to move, unable to focus on anything but the sinking feeling of failure.

He’d cancelled everything, he’d called Sophie and told her not to come over as he had to get this piece finished before his deadline on Monday. He’d kicked Henry out of the flat and sent him to see Phillip in Cambridge, determined that he would have no distractions whilst he finished it.

But he’d just… not done anything.

He’d stared at the blank canvas. He’d thrown out his first attempt, he had no idea why he was struggling with this. Henry had nailed his attempt in class, but Benedict had just found it uncomfortable looking at another naked woman, feeling like he was cheating on Sophie just by looking at her, had struggled.

He’d drawn something that was probably the worst attempt at art he’d ever done, it was so bad he was sure that even Anthony would have done better and so when he’d taken it home to finish, he’d thrown it out and decided to start anew but he was struggling.

And this was worth 20% of his mark for the year, failing or not completing this module would almost guarantee that he would fail the year and have to do resits which would affect his plans with Sophie and mean he wouldn’t get to graduate with Henry in the summer and would result in him not being able to go to Cambridge in the new term to do his masters… which was not an option.

So he was determined, he’d done everything he could to make sure that he wasn’t interrupted.

Henry had left rolling his eyes saying he just needed the “right inspiration” but Benedict was not really listening to him.

Benedict hadn’t even realised Henry had left as he had been staring at the blank canvas for several hours when he heard the doorbell go.

He ignored it.

It went again.

“Henry, can you get the door?!” he called out, annoyed that his roommate hadn’t answered it the first time. It went again “HENRY!” he yelled once more but there was no response.

Grumpy and annoyed he got up from his seat, ready to yell at whoever was at the door, he’d texted everyone to tell them to leave him alone, he needed to work, despite the fact he wanted to be with Sophie and spending time with her and not staring at a white canvas wondering how he was supposed to draw the female form.

The door went again, it was still a gentle ring, whoever was on the other side of the door clearly wasn’t as annoyed as he was and he was about to launch into an angry tirade as he opened the door to yell at whoever it was at the door when as the door swung open, his mouth opened to yell, he realised it was “Soph?! What are you doing here? I told you I had to work…” he said blinking in shock.

“You did, Henry got to ours a while ago and said you were struggling with your piece for this project and that you needed some proper inspiration…” Sophie said, her cheeks bright red in a way he’d rarely seen from her.

“Okay… what… I… wait what time is it?” he asked

“Nearly 9pm…” Sophie said her hands were fidgeting with her coat.

“Shit… I've got… nothing… I just… What does he mean by proper inspiration?”

“Well he told me what the piece was… a study of the female form” Sophie said “look can you let me in, it’s a bit cold out here…” she said

Benedict frowned, she had a big trench coat on but he moved and let her in, it was only fair after she’d driven all the way over here to see him, “it is but I just… I can’t use the images from class, it just… doesn’t feel right…”

“I get that… it’s why i’ve come… to help” she said coyly as she walked into his living room, and Benedict noticed that she was wearing heels, and looked at her confused

“Thanks Fee but you…” his mouth fell open as Sophie turned around and removed her coat.

Revealing her to be in nothing but a pair of heels “Holllllly fuck! Did you drive over here like that?”

Sophie giggled, feeling better now she was inside “I did… now… as long as you promise not to draw my face… how about we get your painting done like a good boy, then if you are a very good boy, then i’ll let you paint… well me” she smirked turning around and walking off to his room where she knew he’d be sitting and deliberately walked with a sashay in her hips.

Benedict let out a groan as he felt all the blood leave his brain and rush straight to his cock and he felt like the luckiest man in the world watching her bare arse disappeared into his room “I fucking love you” he said as he ran after her.

It took him 45 minutes, 45 agonising minutes with a raging and ever growing erection to get his painting done, before he was able to launch himself at her and thoroughly show his appreciation, thanking her for being an incredible girlfriend and the best muse a man could hope for.

[miumura]

Your taerae boyfriend headcanons were so cute!! May I suggest one for our beloved mother figure, hanbin? He has such gentle vibes and I'd love to see your take on him!

💭 — HANBIN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !

SOPH — aajsj thank you sm !!! im glad you liked it <33 and aaa ofcofc!!! my other zb1 bias <3 ! i hope you enjoy and think this is sort of accurate ^^

WARNINGS — none?

— def the one to check and make sure you’re okay. being the leader of zb1, it’s just a habit he picks up on.

— like he would definitely care for you. he’d make sure you ate, slept, and other things a human should do. he’d probably do daily check-ins if he’s not with you at the moment :)

— SUPER SOFT SPOKEN!! you can’t tell me he wouldn’t be quiet and understanding with you. “oh is that so?” / “don’t do that” LIKE not even in a teasing way but just a way that wouldn’t make you feel uncomfortable ?

— besides that though, he DOES DO TEASING!! like you cannot tell me he would purposely get your hopes up and then soon you figure out that he’s LYING. probably just wants to see you sulk for the fun of it 😭 and shower u with kisses

— you guys would prob go on mini road trips, just driving around blasting music on the radio. it’s like a karaoke in the car, both of you singing your hearts out. and also a concert for hanbin, as he admires and laughs at you singing while his eyes remain on the road. safe driver bin guys drive safe

— just absolutely ADORES you. like he’d be the type to think what did he do to deserve his partner LIKE STOP.

— would loving seeing you smile so he’d do anything to see that </3

— when holding hands in public, he’d probably swing your arms while stealing glances at you.

— lets you do what you want to do. like he could be hesitant by one of your ideas but still allows you to do it and take the lead. and if things do go wrong, he doesn’t blame it on you! he tries saving it somehow love him

— adding onto that, he’s the type to be like “are you sure?” when he’s not sure about something you request LMFAO its giving zhanghao and hanbin during that one camp zb1. he may try talking you out of it but then eventually gives up cause he trusts you!

— i feel like he’d just give the best hugs??? like you’d complete forget about everything once you’re in his embrace.

— he’d probably buy you flowers almost daily </3 like can you imagine him at your doorstep, with a big smile on his face and the bouquet behind him. and then he’d go “tada! you deserve them.” LIKE STOP THIS NOWWW

— just such a sweet bf ik you can imagine it </3

💭 — IN BLOOM SOTC!!!!

ZB1 PERM TAGLIST — @dwcljh @ilovewonyo @jiawji @tzyuki @kpoprhia @flamiricky @misoxhappy @lluvjjun @zzzhoonie

[bellysoupset]

*warning: LONG fangoirl word vomit ahead*

UHM????? oh. my. fucking. god. this was fucking AMAZING????????? 😩😩😩 i literally had to take a sec after reading it before writing this bc the fic was so good it got me speechless. EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT SOUP OMGGGGG 😭 i had kind of daydreamed about how i thought you were gonna go about this request lol and i was already soooo excited about it BUT GOSH somehow THIS WAS EVEN BETTER than what i imagined???????

it had everything i wanted AHHHHand i loved every single part of it 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 wen being wen (aka adorably looking at trinkets) at the beginning, the nausea in the car + how embarrassed she was at first thinking it was bad gas station food + how chill and comforting vin was being in the car <3333 and then getting home and ma noticing immediately and helping her to the couch and making her tea 🥹 and liv and soph there and then vin noticing the fever and my girl BEING SO OUT OF IT RAHHHHH‼️‼️‼️ emphasis on THIS!!!! wen being so uncontrollably nauseous and dizzy and sick was def one of my fav things especially bc of how put together and in control she usually is (and how she was trying SO HARD to fight it and stay in control like miss girllllllll stop being so real) 😩🫶🏽 and then puking on vin’s lap and then him carrying her and gently telling her not to fight him😭 and then teasing her a lil bit in the bathroom AND THE WHOLE SHOWER SCENE OH MY FREAKING GOOOOOOOODDDDDD dude are you trying to KILL me‼️‼️‼️ 😩😩 FROM THE NAUSEA TO GETTING SICK TO FEELING FAINT TO THE CONSTANT SHIVERING TO HOPING VIN WOULD COME IN TO HIM BEING SCARED AS SHIT TO MA BEING SO WORRIED SHE WAS ALMOST MAD TO VIN GETTING IN THE SHOWER W HER TO WEN FEELING BAD ABOUT IT ALL GODDAMNNNNNN THIS WAS SO TOP TIER SOUP

and THE END was so adorable too 😭😭😭 LIV BEING ADORABLE AS PER USUAL and wen being sooooo embarrassed (again, too real) the whole time and vin just constantly reassuring her and telling her she’s not a burden🥺🥺🥺 and the TEASING AT THE END 😩😩😩😩 everything was just so perfect and exactly what i’ve been CRAVING to read‼️ the angst the fear the worry the uncontrollable sickness the fever the throwing up in the shower the dizziness the fainting the reassurance the hurt the comfort JUST WOW🥹🥹🥹🥹 FOR REAL THIS IS MY FAV FIC EVER AND I WILL BE REREADING IT CONSTANTLY THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS SOUP YOU ARE THE BEST OF THE BESTTTTT

(i know this is long af but i hope you enjoy my rambling/fangoirling!!! if you don’t pls let me know and i’ll keep it to myself or make it shorter next time LOL i know it’s a lot of text heheh)

ANYWAYS THANK YOU YOU’RE AWESOME KEEP SLAYINGGGGG <3333

🦦

DUDE, ARE YOU CRAZY?? HOW WOULDN'T I LOVE THIS, I'M GENUINELY CONSIDERING JUST PRINTING YOUR COMMENTS AND PUTTING THEM IN A SCRAPBOOK FOR WHEN I'M SAD!!!

Don't you dare stop, they make my entire week.

I am so happy you liked this one this much, because it was tailored for you, like just know it lol. I had your ask open in one tab and then the Sicily Part 6 that you said you wanted it to be similar to in the other tab and then another Wendy sickfic in another tab because I wanted to make sure she was In Character 🙈🙈

I had soooo much fun typing this and I was worried about the length, but if you liked it, then I consider it a win!

I hope 2024 is treating you good so far and that you have a great new year 🦦!!

[bonkleton]

Fused Frenemies A.B

The frenemies separate even more! Though they still have a bit of unwanted connection left... ---- Continued from Fused Frenemies A... Sophie wished Phoebe would shut her mouth, as she felt the same gurgling, unstable feeling between them again, this time in the seam between their hips.  Sophie didn't want Phoebe to be quiet for any superstitious reason, however. It's not like they had been "jinxed" - this would have happened if Phoebe had spoken or not. Sophie simply found Phoebe's optimism about their situation to be insufferably obnoxious. The pair of them fell from their shared pair of feet onto the ground with a soft bounce, as the flesh between their hips elongated, and another pair of protrusions appeared between each of their single legs. Sophie and Phoebe both hoped this was the other leg they had each been missing, finally regenerating. They were not disappointed! The tongue-like tubes of flesh each formed into a leg, a right leg for Sophie and a left leg for Phoebe, the opposites of which had formed before! Their legs were back! "Yes!" Sophie cheered, her arms shooting meters up and bouncing off the ceiling in her celebration. "We're back to normal!" She got to her own pair of feet eagerly, happy to finally get some distance from Phoebe. This is where the lack of disappointment ended. As Sophie stood, she felt a tug at the side of her right hip, and looking down, she saw that there was a tube of flesh still connecting her and Phoebe, their separation not quite complete. Phoebe laughed once as she also stood, pulling on her end of the fleshy tether. "We really are joined at the hip, eh?" Sophie nearly boiled over with rage instantly. "Can you shut the hell up!? I am so done with this, with you, with everything! Come on! Let's just rip this apart!" Phoebe watched as Sophie aggressively grabbed the noodle of flesh that connected the pair of them and pulled it out longer and longer, drawing out meters of it before throwing it to the ground in rage. Phoebe felt her half of the tether reverberate, which was amusing and felt strange not unpleasant to her. "Well you done with your little hissy fit there, Soph?" Phoebe chided her. Sophie growled and elongated her arm to push Phoebe away from her, stomping away. "I'm having Holly fix this. At least now we have our full bodies, so we won't lose anything when we separate..." Phoebe watched her go, feeling the tug of the tether as Sophie disappeared into the basement stairwell. Quite frankly, Phoebe was rather put off by that little tantrum! She began considering ways to potentially get even with her unwilling body-mate. ---- NEXT - CHOOSE ONE: A. The tether snaps back, and the two mash into a jumbled mess! B. Holly melts Sophie, but Phoebe pushes Sophie over while she's melting, splashing her apart! C. Holly cuts the tether with a laser, but even after separation, it seems like they have some kind of connection! ---- Thanks to NoahWave for doing this comm for me! You should check him out, because he does awesome stuff! : D Hope you enjoy! ~ Bonkie

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[always-andromeda]

i am very curious as to how you quite exactly feel about holden worther from the good girl for the character bingo. like tell me. how do you feel about this poor, messed up child? i need specifics

send a character for an unhinged bingo ask!

Oh goodness gracious, Soph. Under the cut I'm gonna leave possibly an entire essay on how I feel about Holden because whoop dee doo I feel a lot of things about his character!!

First of all, I don't think him directly comparing himself to Holden Caulfield from Catcher in the Rye is just some fluke; it's 100% intentional. Now I've never read Catcher in the Rye but based on the reading I've done of the main character, he is so similar to how Holden (or Thomas lol) composes himself. Both characters heavily judge others around them based on superficial traits and tend to see themselves as superior in some way. I think Holden (Thomas) found a lot of solace in this character and takes it as a thing of pride to imitate him, especially on matters of morality. It's partly why he gets so personally offended when Justine sleeps with Bubba (because lol it seems that book Holden feels the same way with just the concept of casual sex existing). It's also how he can so easily look down on almost everyone around him.

I think Holden's issues with his parents can't go unstated either. Like I haven't watched the movie since we watched it a few weeks ago bUT DO YOU REMEMBER A SINGLE TIME WHEN THIS GUY'S PARENTS GAVE A SHIT ABOUT HIM? NOOOO. It really is that parental neglect that both fuels his wild thought processes but also allows them to go unchecked.

AND ANOTHER THING. Even just knowing a sliver about Catcher in the Rye has really helped my interpretation of his character. Because The Good Girl is primarily about the monotony in the lives of these two people. Everyone else seems to have found their little niche in their lives and they're content with that living. Corny is cool with being the church guy, Cheryl manages to have fun working the makeup counter and annoying everyone over the loudspeaker, Phil is cool with getting high and doing his job and watching TV every day, Bubba is also cool with just watching his friend live out a "perfect" relationship. Everyone except for Justine and Holden are fine with all of this.

Holden, just like the character he admires so much, is a symbol of rebellion. Rebellion against the slow, mundane, cyclical lives that they live. But it's a rebellion that Justine ultimately can't go along with. Because picking up and running away with him would be the "easy" option. That's the great divide between them; Holden is young enough to believe that he is invincible and that they can do anything and be anything and they don't have to face the consequences. Justine has enough maturity to see the bigger picture and accept her life for what it is and decides to work with what she has in order to spare the people around her.

I genuinely love this movie so so so much and like...I'm genuinely debating reading Catcher in the Rye just so I can see if I can find more parallels between it and the movie. Because, GOD, The Good Girl embodies like. Almost everything I fear in my life. And I love Holden with all of my heart; wish I could cart him off to a good therapist. <3

Thank you for asking, soph 🥺 hope you enjoy the essay lol

[cl-babydew]

Running In The Rain

So this oneshot is for @sophfandoms53’s bday that is today and she deserves more then just this tiny oneshot based off of something that happened to me once. I wish I could do more but when it comes to Soph Ik she’d just appreciate anything as long as it’s from the heart!! Soph, thank you so much for making my last bday the best I literally ever had! I wasn’t looking forward to that day because of how that year was going! But you and everyone else did so much for me that day that...Idek how to thank you guys! I was crying so much that day because I just thought I was gonna be alone until you and everyone popped up and...we didn’t know each other much by then and you STILL made me something and-geez I’m tearing up already! XD I just don’t know how to thank you! I wish I could give you tons of hugs! I promise we’ll meet one day! I’ll make sure of that!! And it’ll be the best day of my life! Just- thank you so much Soph! I love you so so much!! And with all of this said, I hope you have a phenomenal bday!! Happy bday, Soph!

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The sun was glistening against the light drops of rain falling from the blue aura sky with white and gray fluffy cotton floating lazily over Duckburg.

A car steered into a certain young teen lady ducks drive way, slowing to a stop in front of the blond girls fence. Shelly bit her bottom beak as she went over the thoughts in her head.

Huey invited her to go mini golfing with him. Just her and him. It was awkward to say the least. They still had a good time even though the air was thick.

The days leading up to this they would get teased by the others calling it a date when they would correct that it was ‘just a hang out’. They didn’t want to think of it as a date, they were just friends. Shelly knew that Huey liked her as much as she like him. Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t the one that told her; Dewey spilled the beans a few days before a homecoming dance they went to together. Huey couldn’t get a date- he tried to, but the girl turned him down. She didn’t understand how some girl could just reject him so cruelly.

Shaking her head, she fluttered her eyes, pushing a piece of her silky hair behind her ear. Her checks were already starting to tingle, “Wait here!”

Huey gave her a questioning look as she hopped out the front seat onto the cement. He watched as her hair swayed wildly as she ran through her opened garage.

Making sure she wasn’t seen she hugged herself. She was so glad she was finally out of that car. It’s not that she didn’t trust Huey’s driving skills-HEH- Huey’s like the safest person she’s ever met; after his Uncle that is. She just didn’t have good experiences with cars. Her parents nagged her on and on about her finally driving, she was 16 now, they wanted her driving soon. Her dad was still cautious about money, though. Getting in a few wrecks didn’t just worry her about driving, but made her terrified about sitting in the front seat! She rarely sat up there anymore, unless with her dad on rare occasions. But if someone suggested the front seat for her, she’d smile sheepishly, denying their offer as she scrambled to the back. It’s a good thing Huey could drive, because she surly wasn’t going to. Her parents fussed her just for sitting in the back when they were heading out.

Luckily, Huey being the understanding best friend he was, didn’t mind at all. He was the only one that knew other then her parents, after all. He even told her that she didn’t have to sit in the front on the way back, but she had no choice or her parents would punish her for being such a coward.

Sighing, she grabbed the keys to her moms van, sneaking money to pay back Huey from earlier. She was so red earlier that it took her until they got their to admit she forgot money. Her plan was to split it. But beating her to the punch, Huey chuckled saying that he already planned to pay for her anyway. She knew Huey would be stubborn to receive money back, but she hated getting things without giving in return. So grabbing the money out of her mom’s van, and crunching it in her sweaty palms she left the door opened with the keys on the seat, walking back up to his car.

It was starting to rain a bit harder, so being without an umbrella, she ignored it. A little rain never killed anyone. She used her finger to tap on his window as he rolled it down. His eyes widened as she outstretched her arm for him to take the money.

“Here.” She breathed, “It’s not much, but I felt bad for earlier...” she trailed off, smiling shyly at him.

He couldn’t help but let a smile lose as he rolled up his window, shaking his head. She scoffed, smirking.

“Huey Duck! Take the money please.” She knocked on the window once more.

He kept laughing as he shook his head, “I told you my deal. I paid for you, and I don’t want anything in return.” He was muffled, but she could hear his fast talking clear as day.

If he wanted to be stubborn, fine...she could play stubborn too. She smirked, opening his door to his surprise as rain started to poor harder and hit the inside of his car. She was already pretty soaked and her feathers were ruffled while her golden hair was soaked.

She threw the money inside his truck as she giggled, slamming the door as his foot stopped it he chased back after her, with the money in his hands. She ran underneath the garage, a puddle forming underneath her.

He saw her mother’s car door still opened and set the damp money back in on the wet seat. He gave her the keys that were left on the seat, closing the door. He turned around smirking only to see the girl holding back laughter as she pointed to his car. One dollar bill was still hanging out, getting just as soaked as them.

His face burned in embarrassment, as he stomped on over to collect the bill, stomping back over to her. He tried handing her the bill, but she didn’t even try reaching for it. She bit her beak, half smiling and shaking her head innocently.

The girl watched as he set the bill on her father’s working table. She folded her arms, rolling her eyes playfully.

They just stood their staring at each other. He couldn’t keep a straight face, suddenly bursting into laughter as she joined in. Their eyes teared up as they began staring at each other once more. The world fading behind them.

But sadly coming back to earth, Huey stuck out his fist. She blinked, which formed into a soft smile as she chuckled, fist bumping him awkwardly back.

She watched him as he ran back to his car through the rain. She chuckled to herself as she could hear the many questions his brothers, Webby, and Lena were going to ask coming in soaked like he was.

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The girl flopped on her bed, closing her eyes as she hummed to herself repeating over and over again on the moments of that day.

Her head shot up as she heard a buzz coming from her phone. Rolling onto her stomach, she played with her knotty wet hair as she read the text.

She bit the inside of her check.

Huey: Thanks for playing golf with me, Shell. I thought it was pretty fun. I hope you had fun, too. You did a lot better then me though.(enter laughing emojis here)

She smirked, ignoring her heart beating a mile a minute.

Shelly: I think we did an equal amount of okness! (Enter a laughing emoji here)

She giggled.

Shelly: And it was fun! Thx!

Just as she was about to set her phone down, it buzzed in her hand once more.

Huey: Anytime!

Her heart wasn’t prepared for what was coming her way.

Huey: Hey, by the way, I hope this doesn’t weird you out, but I’ve been wanting to hang out with you because I really like you. I wanted to tell you that. I’m sorry if that weirds you out... (enter a sweating nervous/sad emoji)

Was her heart still beating? She felt her face heat up, as her stomach was doing backflips. She’s waited so long for him to admit and...he finally has and she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Licking her lips nervously, she breathed in a shaky breath, answering him back.

Shelly: That doesn’t weird me out at all, I like you too!

She breathed out, gasping for air. Oh she didn’t know how she was going to face him tomorrow. She didn’t even know if she wanted to squeal, jump around, or weep happily. Her emotions were everywhere.

“If only he knew how much I liked him, and how long I have been in love with him...”

Laying on her back, with her phone on her stomach, she sighed to herself, “Tomorrow’s going to be a new day, indeed...” she covered her face with her arm, as her heart fluttered, a tiny smile started to slip through.

“Maybe life won’t be so scary after all?...”

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Well...this is gift 1! Number two will be right after this one! Which is already done and ready to post! X3 I hope you liked this!

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Eddie reveals to you one of his lesser known kinks

Warnings: smut, blood kink, blood / injury mention, blood consumption I guess?, penetrative sex (m+f), minors DNI

A/N: am I unhinged for this? maybe! you could kinda read this as a vampire!Eddie au if you wanted I guess? that wasn’t exactly my intention when I wrote it but it still kinda works tbh! also everyone say thank you @chaoticvigilantes for bringing me this idea in an ask, bless your beautifully sinful mind Soph!! anyways I hope you enjoy this <33

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

“Ow fuck” you hiss when you feel the knife go through your fingertip instead of the cucumber you were slicing.

“What happened?” Eddie quickly comes padding over to you.

“Nothing, I just cut my finger” you shrug casually.

You hold up your index finger, showing Eddie where the blood swelled and leaked down the side. Eddie takes your hand in his, examining your fingers. He lifts up your hand, watching as the blood spilled down your finger, a small crimson waterfall. Eddie’s eyes look at yours, searching your face. There’s a darkness in his eyes that you’ve never quite seen before.

Eddie keeps his eyes trained on yours when he suddenly licks up your finger, collecting your blood on his tongue. You stare at him dumbfounded as he reaches the tip of your finger. His eyes darken even further as he takes your fingertip into his mouth, sucking gently. A small squeak leaves your throat at the sting of pain as Eddie’s tongue swipes across the broken skin. You can see him swallow the taste and he groans softly around your finger.

He releases your finger and looks up at you again, cocking his head to the side, trying to gauge your reaction. As he stares you suddenly recognise the look in his eyes; it was that lustful hunger he got when he wanted to fuck you.

“Eddie Munson, you sick bastard” you whisper. “This is turning you on?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Everything you do turns me on” he hums with a small nonchalant shrug.

He pushes his hips against yours, pinning you to the counter. You can already feel him growing semi-hard, his cock pushing into your hip.

“Yeah, but... this...” you trail off, not sure where you even going with your sentence anyway.

“You don’t like it? Do you want me stop?” He cocks his head at you.

His voice is seductive and inviting, but you knew he’d stop in a heartbeat if you said so.

“I- I didn’t say that...” you feel your cheeks warm.

A devilish smile adorns his face as he brings your finger up to his lips. He squeezes your finger, causing you to hiss at the pain. You both watch as fresh blood bubbles on your fingertip. You watch, completely transfixed, as Eddie takes your finger and brings it to his lips. But this time he doesn’t wrap his mouth around it. Instead, he takes your fingers and uses the tip to paint his lips with your blood. He groans as he traces your fingers across his mouth, decorating his lips with your own personal shade of blood red lipstick. You moan at the sight of it, the way his eyes flutter close, the feeling of his dick growing even harder where it still pushed against your hip. It was all down right sinful.

Eddie’s other hand quickly comes to cup the back your head and bring your face to his. His lips crash against yours, moving with a desperate fervour. You moan simultaneously when you taste the metallic tang of your blood coating your lips, your tongues. You swear Eddie’s never kissed you like this before. It’s just so intense, like he was putting every fibre of his being into the kiss. His body curves against yours, his hips grinding against yours. The energy that pulses through him, pulsing into you, it made you feel electric. It had unlocked something in him, something primal and urgent, and it had been unlocked in you too.

You kiss Eddie back just as hard, your lips pushing against his, your tongues colliding. Eddie groans loudly, a small yelp of surprise leaving him when you bite his bottom lip. He pulls back to look at you in shock. He touches his thumb to his lip, his eyes darkening dangerously when he sees a drop of blood there from where you’d split his lip. He looks at you almost dumbfounded.

You keep your gaze steady on his as you lean up and lick over Eddie’s bottom lip, collecting the taste of his blood, your blood, just him. He lets out a sound like sin when you swipe your tongue over the edge of his mouth, collecting a missed spot of blood. You pull back to look at him again, your face painting the perfect picture of innocence, batting your eyelashes playfully up at Eddie.

“Fuck princess, you really are gonna be the death of me” he smirks before his lips collide with yours again.

You moan deeply, delighting in the taste of both yours and his blood in your mouth now. Eddie’s hands grab your hips roughly, lifting you until you’re sat on the counter. You quickly open your legs, letting him slot between them. He groans into your mouth as he starts to grind into you again, the tent in his jeans rubbing into your clothed cunt. You grind your hips back against him, whimpering desperately into his mouth.

The grinding barely lasts a minute before Eddie is frantically tearing your clothes from your body, haphazardly yanking and pulling at fabric clothing items until you were completely naked. He couldn't wait that long himself though and simply shoved his shirt off before pulling his jeans down his low enough so that he could spring free his hardened cock. He spits into his a hand, a filthy mixture of his salvia and blood, rubbing himself only a few times before he ruts into you. You hiss at the sting as he stretches you open. The buckle of his barely pulled down jeans digs into the back of your thigh as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside you.

The primal urge takes over Eddie again as he gives you no time to adjust before he begins fucking into you with a ruthless pace, hiss hips slamming into yours. You cling desperately to him as your body rocks on the kitchen counter with each harsh thrust. Your nails rake down his back, most likely drawing even more blood from him.

Through the dizzying brutality of his thrusts an idea springs to mind. You lean back slightly to look at Eddie, his pace faltering in its ruthless speed as he looks at you quizzically. You unlatch your one hand from behind his back, bringing your injured finger between your two faces. You hiss at the sting again as you squeeze more blood from the opening, letting it roll down your finger again. You then take your finger, stroking it across your throat, up and down your neck, feeling the stickiness of your own blood as it paints your skin. You smirk at Eddie before tilting your head back, signalling for him to make his move.

“Holy shit” Eddie breathes, his hips picking up their speed once again.

He groans loudly as he dives his face into the crook of your neck. His tongue swirls over the trail of blood you’d left across your skin. He bites and sucks, replacing the blood stains with bruises beneath the surface. You moan at the sensation, the feeling of his hot lips and wet tongue all over your neck, the sounds of his enthusiastic groans as he licks you, it was all overwhelming in the absolute best way; you could feel your climax fast approaching as he fucks you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.

“Eddie...” you croak as your impending climax approaches ever faster, your nails once again digging into the flesh of his shoulders.

“You gonna cum for me, babygirl?” He breathes hotly against your neck.

You nod incoherently, feeling the coil in your lower belly start to tighten, almost ready to snap. You feel Eddie lick a final stripe up your neck before he raises his face to be level with yours. You see the stain of your own blood on his tongue just before he smashes his mouth against yours, his tongue invading you mouth, once again letting you have a taste of yourself. Hearing him pathetically groan into your mouth as your tongues collide was the final push you needed to tip over the edge.

You kiss becomes sloppy as you pant heavily, gasping at the intensity of the orgasm that washes over you as Eddie keeps fucking you ruthlessly. Your whole body convulses with each ripple of your pleasure, your cunt clenching around Eddie impossibly tight.

“Sh- shit,” Eddie grunts as his brutal pace finally falters, his hips stuttering as he climaxes himself.

Both of your bodies tremble, your breathes mixing where you both still tried to pathetically keep mouths pressed tighter despite your slack jaws and heavy panting. Eddie keeps fucking you through both your highs until both of you are shaking from the overstimulation.

“Fuck,” Eddie sighs breathlessly. “I don’t think I've ever cum that hard” he pants with a small chuckle.

He kisses your jaw tenderly and you can feel the small smile he’s got on his lips.

“Me neither,” you admit with a small smile of your own.

Eddie raises his head to look down at you hungrily.

“We should do that again sometime” he groans with a smirk.

You roll your eyes lightly and swat his shoulder.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Munson. For now how about you just go get me a band-aid, hmm?”

He gives you a quick, sweet peck on the lips before winking down at you.

“Of course, my love.”

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A/N: oof the temptation to fully turn this into a vampire au was real, vampire Eddie just makes so much sense ahhh! anyways yeah I hope you guys liked this! <33

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