#Kailey (oc)

[loveliacia]

Let's go!

[chocolatewoosh]

🌱

[100-yardstare]

When I find out the fictional man is canonically married/has a partner:

[ask-kailey-feaoc]

RP with @somerandompokemon. Title: Nightmares (Again)

It was about 1am this night, Kailey was asleep with her husband Anthony, but she didn’t expect to hear him screaming in his sleep.

"Wake up! Wake up! It's just a dream!" Kailey said, trying her best to wake him up gently yet quickly.

[equallyshaw]

｡･:*˚:✧｡ star crossed lovers | connor bedard x oc hughes au! ｡･:*˚:✧｡

↳ as of 05/14/24 ↳ ongoing! ↳ connor and kailey timeline!

“ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴜɴᴛʏ ɪꜱ ᴀꜱ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ, ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇ.”

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ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ:

fics:

original trio: pt I. II. III.

team parties & karaoke shenanigans.

new years with you.

tell me your secret, connor.

𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘴:

cat distribution system:

slowly but surely.

vancouver with connor.

hockey sticks and skates.

fractured jaw.

the weight of others.

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𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢:

soft launch.

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𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴:

I. II.

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ᴋᴀɪʟᴇʏ.

fics:

jack, the cheeky brother.

you'll always find your way back home.

not for the faint of heart.

on very, very thin ice.

semester at sea.

𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘴:

voice of reason.

first time connor see's her curls.

play me a song.

beach trip with kevin, lukas and phillip.

valentines day.

midsommar.

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𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢:

european annual- hughes trip. vancouver with connor.

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𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴:

I. II. III.

get to know kailey. | pt 2

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ʙʀᴇɴᴅᴀɴ ʙʀɪꜱꜱᴏɴ:

𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘴:

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𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢:

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𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴:

I.

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"ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ"

[hunterssm00n]

Ready or Not

"Are you... one of my friends playing a prank on me?" It had to be. She didn't know where any of her friends would have gotten the Ghostface voice-changer, or why they would have even wanted to do such a thing.

The voice on the other end of the phone huffed out a laugh, and those same tingles went down her spine once again.

"No, but I'd like to be your friend." | Ghostface/OC |

part 1 of 2

also on ao3: here

*cw includes explicit sexual content, unspecified male Ghostface, dirty talk, dub-con, stalking, breaking and entering, criminal behavior, explicit language, praise kink, serial killer behavior, and voice kink*

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

Ready or not / here I come / you can't hide / I'm gonna find you...

It always begins the same, doesn't it? Young, cute woman, home alone, watching a scary movie and making a snack...

When suddenly, out of nowhere, the phone rings.

It's after eight - who could be calling at such an hour?

The number doesn't come up on caller ID; the name reads unknown. Could it be any more ominous?

It rings, and rings, and ri-

"You could just, like, not answer," Kailey said out loud to herself, shaking her head of long, dark hair at the TV screen for what seemed like the fiftieth time. The young woman on the screen paid her no mind - the dumb bitch never did - as she tearfully answered the phone once again to plead with the killer to leave her alone; to please stop calling. Kailey sighed, taking a sip of her vanilla Coke as she leaned back on the couch. She'd seen this movie about a hundred times, and she still was amazed at how dumb some of the characters were. The outcome was always the same, no matter how much she tried to warn them to Don't answer it! Look behind you! For fuck's sake, don't hide under the bed! And no matter how many times she knew she was just talking aloud to an empty room and her TV screen, she still continued to do it.

Regardless of her annoyance about the unwise decisions some people make during horror movies, she genuinely loved watching them. Her friends and family thought it was weird that she enjoyed horror movies so much, but she didn't really care what other people thought of her. Movies were her escape, and she always felt at peace when watching her favorites. 

The young woman on the screen was now running away from her patio window after a chair had been thrown through it, her tear streaked face pulled into a grimace as she ran wildly down the hallway away from the killer. Kailey found herself wondering, not for the first time, what she would do in that situation. Would she hang up and call the police? Hide? Escape the house? Honestly, she liked to think that she'd grab the biggest fucking knife she could find in the cupboard and stand her ground. Though she was slim and athletic, and barely reached five foot six, she knew she could put up a fight if she needed to. But maybe escaping the house and running to her car would be the safest, smartest option. Who knew, though. Thinking about it didn't harm anyone, though; one couldn't be too prepared. But one definitely could be unprepared. 

She was taking another sip of her Coke when her phone rang suddenly, scaring the daylights out of her and nearly making her drop the can and spill the addictive, sugary liquid all over the place. Wiping her mouth, heart pounding in her chest from the suddenness of it, she laughed to herself at the irony of the situation: here she was, watching a scary movie, alone in her home at night, and then, dun dun dunnn, her own phone rings in real life. Rolling her eyes, Kailey said out loud, "Ooh, spooky," and made a mental note to not answer the phone. But the more it rang, the more she wondered if maybe she should. If someone was calling her landline at eight fourteen at night, it could be important. Her cell was charging in the other room- maybe whoever it was had tried to reach her on there first, and when she didn't pick up, they called her home phone. Ugh, it better not be work. She decided to just let it go to voicemail- if it was something emergent, she would pick up... unless it was work. Then she would pretend she had fallen asleep early. 

Her plan failed, however, when she heard the telltale beeping of the answering machine that signaled the mailbox was full. "Shit." she muttered, leaning over the arm of the couch to look at the grey and black box, as though willing for it to share its secrets with her. It didn't help that her landline didn't have caller ID like most people's did- it was older, but since it still worked, she couldn't justify buying a new one. This was why she'd been counting on the answering machine picking up and being able to tell that way, instead.

Stop being a little bitch - man up and just answer the phone. If it's not anything important you can just hang up. Besides, who the hell else would be calling at this time of night anyways besides work or family? 

Before she got the chance to pick up, the answering machine hung up on the caller. For a moment she dumbly stared at the phone and the answering machine, and then she shrugged and turned back towards the slasher film that was still playing. The girl on the screen was now being chased by the killer, his long, black cloak flying out behind him as he ran after her, gleaming knife raised high in the air.

It was at this moment that the phone rang again, and this time Kailey leaned over towards the end table and picked the cordless, white handheld up off of the stand. If they were calling back so soon, it had to be something important. Maybe it was her mother. And since she hadn't answered the first time her mom, if it was in fact her, was probably wondering if she had fallen and cracked her head in the clawfoot bathtub; or if she had finally decided that going to bed at eight o clock in the evening was not, in fact, too early. As if. 

Without thinking any more about it, she reached over and answered the phone. "Hello?" 

"Hello, Kail." 

The voice startled her, and it wasn't any she'd been expecting; not the voice of her mother, or of her boss wanting her to come into work. It was a man's voice; low and pleasant, almost a purr, with a hint of a rasp to it. Come to think of it, it sounded a hell of a lot like- "Um, hi. Who is this?" she asked, equally pleasant but also wary. A bill collector wouldn't have greeted her like that - definitely not. It had to be someone who knew her; knew her voice. And only people that were close to her called her Kail - most called her Kailey. And she didn't have many close friends, and definitely none that were guys. Guys wanted to get in her pants, not be her friend. With her long, dark hair, large dark doe eyes, and her womanly athletic figure, she knew how men looked at her. And, hey, she wasn't above being a little bit of a tease.

"Just an... admirer." The voice was nice- really nice. It was an exact replica of the voice from the Stab movies, and also the Ghostface killings that tended to happen throughout the years in Woodsboro. Living there had its nightmares.

Kailey leaned back on the couch, really wishing the house phone had caller ID right about now. "An admirer, huh?" 

"Yeahh," the voice purred, and she found herself pressing the phone closer to her ear to take it in even more. It sent a chill down her spine - a good kind.

"Okay, well," She tried wracking her brain for someone, anyone, that had been super interested in her lately. Maybe someone at work - someone she talked to every day. She worked in the inventory department at the local hospital in Woodsboro, and she wasn't super friendly with any of her coworkers; they all got along, but she tended to keep to herself. Kailey was pretty observant, and no incidents stood out to her. No strange guys, no creeps following her or watching her from afar (that she'd noticed, at least). "Do I know you, Mr. Admirer?" 

"Maybe." was his reply. His voice sounded so damn amused, even only saying one word.

'Maybe'... Okay? Well, that certainly doesn't help me.

"Are you... one of my friends playing a prank on me?" It had to be. She didn't know where any of her friends would have gotten the Ghostface voice-changer, or why they would have even wanted to do such a thing. None of her friends really watched scary movies, and most of them did not know the number for her house phone. 

The voice on the other end of the phone huffed out a laugh, and those same tingles went down her spine once again. Whoever this is, their voice is sexy as fuck.

"No, but I'd like to be your friend." came the bemused reply to her question.

...Hmm, now she was really wondering who it was.

"Well," she began, smiling to herself and letting it seep into her voice, "it's kind of a weird time to ask to be my friend, on a Friday night at eight pm."

Now the voice on the other end chuckled, the sound deep and low, and cascading over her like a warm waterfall. The feeling ended with a zap straight down between her legs, and she squirmed on the couch, eyes flicking briefly to the movie she still had playing, but at this point had nearly forgotten about.

"Is there ever really a bad time to make a new friend?" he asked, and she rolled her eyes playfully, even knowing he couldn't see it.

"I guess not. So, tell me, friend, how'd you get my number?" She reached for her drink, wracking her brain on trying to figure out who this possibly could be.

"It was in the phonebook," he answered, lightly. Why did everything he said sound like he was flirting with her? And why was it so hot? 

She guessed phonebooks were still a thing (maybe for old people), but she could tell his answer was teasing, and probably not truthful. But maybe it was? It would certainly explain a lot. And it would mean that whomever this was on the other line had to at least know her name, in order to find her in the phonebook. She didn't know how many Kailey Miller's lived in Woodsboro, but it couldn't be that many. 

This speculation still wasn't getting her any closer to an actual answer, but... maybe that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Maybe some mystery was good, and also added to the attraction she was currently feeling. 

At this particular moment, the female character in the movie she still had playing gave a particularly piercing scream, and she reached for the remote in order to turn it down. 

"Are you watching a scary movie?" he asked, and she nearly laughed once again at the irony. Here was a caller with a (sexy) voice that sounded just like Ghostface, and they randomly called her while she was watching Stab. And now they were asking her about a scary movie. What the actual hell.

"Y-Yeah," She didn't know if she should answer him, or hang up the phone, lock all the doors and windows and call the police. "I am."

"Or do you normally have hysterical, screaming victims chained up in your house?" he added playfully. 

This got a laugh out of her. "Oh, yes - you've figured out my secret. Promise you won't tell the police?" She hoped she wasn't laying the flirting on too thick - it kind of made her want to gag. Her normal idea of flirting was making sarcastic comments and inappropriate jokes. But understandably to some people, that could be pretty off-putting. So unfortunately more often than not, she found herself trying to dum things down for the sake of others around her. 

There was a pause, in which Kailey could hear him breathing on the other end of the phone, and she really wondered if she had scared him off or if he was about to hang up. But then he spoke: "I won't tell if you won't." 

The words sent a chill down her spine, and the way he managed to make something like that sound so creepy and so hot at the same time was beyond her. And maybe she was crazy, but goddamn was it sexy. She'd never felt so attracted to another human being. Ever. 

And then the power flickered in her house. 

She wondered if she’d imagined it, at first. Her house was on the outskirts of Woodboro, surrounded by trees and green, but her house hardly ever lost power since she was still technically in town. Her mother had been very adamant about making sure they remained in the town, for the sole purpose of being close to everything that necessitated being close to. Be that the school, jobs, the hospital, the drugstore, etc. and they never lost power. Her mother had long since moved out of the area to a different town, but Kailey had inherited the house, and was very proud to call it her own. Right now, however, she was questioning the choice of location.

Kailey found herself looking up at the light above, wondering if it had actually flickered, or if she was finally officially losing her mind. 

“Whatcha looking at?” 

The question didn’t quite register at first, but when it did, it felt like everything paused. She slowly reached for the remote next to her on the couch cushion and paused the movie, wondering if he’d really said what she thought he’d said - what she was certain he’d said. “What… What did you say?” 

“I said: Whatcha doin?” 

She shook her head, feeling her stomach twist uncomfortably for the first time since she’d answered the phone. “No, you didn’t.” 

Suddenly a feeling crept over her like she’d never experienced: she had never been so certain that she was being watched. And she’d also never been more aware that she was sitting in front of a clear window with her back to it. 

Cold chills washed over her like never before, and she felt like she’d been plunged into a frozen lake. Survival instincts took over, and she slowly sank down on the couch so that she was no longer visible from the window behind her - however, she could still be seen from the front door, and the side window to the left of the couch. Especially with the lights on. So naturally, maybe not the smartest thing, but her first order of business was to kill the lights. She quickly got up and ran the short distance to the front door, and flicked off the light switch, at the same time flipping the locks on the front door, as it hadn’t been locked before - but it sure as hell was now! 

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt like this - or if she’d ever felt like this. 

“Who turned out the lights?” came the playfully sinister voice from the other side of the window. She’d nearly forgotten she was still on the phone, as silly as that sounded, for that was the whole reason for all of this current madness and fear. 

The fact that he was watching her was now quite apparent. Outside of her home was surrounded by plenty of trees and brush to hide in; lots of shadows in the dark. And aside from her porch light, there was only one street lamp outside, directly across the drive from the house. And it was inconsistent when it came to whether or not it would be working, at any given moment. Either way, as she peered out through the window that looked out across the porch, she knew that she probably wouldn't be able to tell where he was hiding. And the fact that he knew where she was, but she didn't know where he was, scared her inexplicably beyond words. 

Swallowing hard, Kailey tried to hide the tremor in her voice as she spoke into the phone, "Listen, if this is a prank, congratulations - you've had your fun. Now, now get the fuck out of here before I call the police." 

A warm, breathy chuckle followed closely after her words, and she crept back away from the window towards the couch, "This isn't a prank, Kails. You should know that." 

She shook her head in confusion, "What do you mean? I don't understand - I should know what?" She tried to wrack her brain for anything that had happened recently that would indicate that she was deserving of a 'prank' like this. Sure, she had enemies - but so did everyone. But none that she knew of that would go this far to prove a point, or any of which that knew where she lived (that she knew of, at least). And again, she really didn't think any of her friends would want to pull a Ghostface prank on her - they were all freaked out by the murders, rightfully so, and they were all pretty straight laced for the most part. The more she tried to come up with answers, the more questions she had. 

There was a pause from the other end of the phone, a brief one, while her hand felt around on the couch cushion for the TV remote, wanting to turn the movie off to eliminate that source of light as well. She was crouched on the floor, eyes nervously darting around at all the windows and the door to make sure no one was trying to break in. And then, he said: “You want this.” 

Her hand froze on the couch cushion, as did her whole body; as did her very breath. “W-What?” 

“Yeah, that’s right,” His voice was so husky and warm, and despite her fear she felt a pleasant tingling in her lower back, her heart beginning to race for a different reason. “You’ve been thinking about this for quite some time - wanting it, dreaming about it. You think nobody would ever understand. You think it’s wrong to want something so dirty. But it’s not wrong. And I understand.” 

Kailey still hadn’t managed to grab onto the remote - she was forced to listen to what he was saying with her cheeks heating, red in shame, and… something else. What was even going on? What the hell was happening to her? 

“I don’t know what you think you know,” she began, a tremor in her voice, though she tried to make it as serious and steely as possible, “but if you’re trying to scare me, good luck. It’s you who’s gonna be fucking scared if I have to come out there with my gun.” 

He chuckled again, and the hair on the back of her neck rose once again at the sound. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have a gun.” 

While she internally bristled at the confidence of his statement (and at the fact that he was absolutely correct), she also preened at the pet name as well as the tone of his voice. And, not that he needed to know this, but she absolutely did not have a gun. But damn, would one be helpful right about now. “As long as you leave now you won’t have to find out.” 

“Feisty girl,” he purred, and she heard some rustling in the background of his call for the first time. “I can’t wait to see how feisty you truly are.” 

“I can’t wait to see your fucking face when the cops show up and arrest your dumbass for trespassing and harassment.” She finally was able to turn off the TV when her hand found the remote. If this was a prank, it was long past the point of being funny. Now she was just plain pissed off - and scared. “I’m not kidding, asshole, you’d better leave, or else.” That fine tremor was still in her voice, and as much as she tried to project it to make her voice sound more aggressive, she could barely get it out at an audible octave. Right now all of her energy was being expended on thoughts of survival and on what to do next. 

This was probably a prank, though. It had to be… right? If she went into work on Monday and someone was going around talking about how they pranked her and ‘she was so scared, dude!’, she was gonna lose her effing mind, and heads were gonna roll. As soon as she found out which jackass from the hospital came here to terrorize her on a Friday night, she would make them regret it. But until then, she would feel safer with a weapon of some kind, and with the police alerted. They took these Ghostface pranks very seriously. 

“Why would I leave now?” the voice questioned, and she heard a noise that sent her pulse skyrocketing even higher than it already had been: footsteps on her front porch. “We’re just getting started.” 

She barely registered the telltale scrape of the mailbox cover being pulled down from against the outside wall of the house next to the front door - where the spare key to the house was kept - before she bolted out of the room with terror hot on her heels. Who was this person, and how did they know where she kept the spare key to her house? The exact spot? Granted, it wasn’t a very hard spot to find, but still. He had found it with no hesitation whatsoever - he’d had a preconceived idea of where it had been before he even came up onto the porch. That meant only one thing: whoever he was, he’d been watching her. For a while. 

And now he was coming into her house. 

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AN: I do not own the Scream franchise or any of it's characters, but Kailey is my own OC. I also do not own the song 'Ready or Not' by Razakel. The above photos are from Pinterest, and attached are the links to the original images.

part two coming soon

[ereardon]

Come Back [Chapter 2][Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC]

Summary: Eight years ago, Bradley Bradshaw was just a college boyfriend who broke your heart. Now, he’s back in your life after a coincidental reunion, and he’s adamant about starting up a friendship. Will it be possible to be just friends with Bradley, or is he inevitably going to end up ruining everything you’ve spent the better part of a decade rebuilding?

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x OC [Nurse Maggie Brooms]

WC: 3.7K

Warnings: Cursing, angst, alcohol

Series masterlist

A part of you knew that Bradley would keep his word. So it was only a small surprise when Friday morning rolled around and a text popped up as you were getting ready for your shift. 

Busy tonight? Bunch of us are going out. Would love for you to join us. 

A second text popped up moments later. 

How was that? Friends worthy? 

You laughed and slid the phone into your pocket. When you got to the hospital and changed, you sat down in the locker room on a bench and pulled it out, staring at the screen, debating a response. 

Finally, you wrote, Sure, why not? 

He sent back a smiley face a little too quickly for your liking. You put the phone down on the nurses station and promptly forgot about it for the rest of the day. The floor was busy, too busy. There was barely enough time to strip the beds between patients before another person came in, always urgent, always in a rush. 

By the time your shift was over, you were sweaty and exhausted. A night out sounded like the last possible place you wanted to be. You’d rather be at home, wearing a pair of old yoga pants and eating Chinese takeout straight from the paper box. 

Instead, you drove home and jumped in the shower, wrapped a towel around your body and stood in front of the closet for twenty five minutes trying to decide on an outfit. 

Flopping down on the bed, still wrapped in the towel, you grabbed your phone. 

“I don’t know what to wear,” you grunted into the mic. 

“Well hello sunshine,” Kailey said, “aren’t you a pleasure to hear from.” 

You sat up. “I don’t know what to wear,” you repeated. 

“Don’t know what to wear for what?” she asked. 

“To go out.” 

Kailey sighed on the other end of the line. “OK, babe, you’re really making me do all the legwork here. What the fuck are you talking about.” 

She was going to yell at you. You just knew it. “I don’t know what to wear to the bar to see Bradley and his friends.”

There was a pregnant pause. And then another. You actually peeled the phone away from your face and looked down at the screen to make sure you hadn’t lost the connection. Then, “Bradley fucking Bradshaw?”

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you. 

“You dumb bitch,” she said and you couldn’t help it — you laughed. Kailey had been your sophomore year roommate at UVA, the year you met Bradley. She had seen it all go down so it’s no surprise she wasn’t Bradley’s biggest fan. You loved her for that.

“Now’s not the time for chastising me,” you said. “I need an outfit and I need it now.” 

“Bradley fucking Bradshaw,” she repeated. You sighed and she cleared her throat. “OK, fine, I’ll help. What’s the place?”

“I don’t know, some bar. He texted me the address.” 

“You guys text?” 

“Keeks,” you moaned into the phone. 

“Fine! Go casual, but hot. Low cut top and jeans. Your heeled booties. Leather or suede jacket. Hair down.” 

“You’re a fucking genius,” you said, rummaging through the drawers for your dark wash jeans and stretchy black bodysuit. “Have I mentioned that lately?”

“I expect a full recap tomorrow,” she said. “And text me later when you get home so I know your dumb ass didn’t go home with him.” 

“We’re just friends!” you said, putting the phone on speaker and tossing it on the bed, dropping the towel and shimmying into the bodysuit and jeans. 

“Since when?”

“Since he showed up in my ER a few days ago,” you said. 

“Need I remind you how fucking trash this man can be?” Kailey asked and you sensed the warning tone in her voice. “I can write it out if you’ve forgotten.” 

You picked up the phone. “I haven’t forgotten, Keeks. I’m just giving him the benefit of the doubt, OK? He seems like a genuinely decent guy now. Or at least, he’s trying to be.” 

“Yeah, because people are so quick to change,” she said. “I gotta run. I love you. Don’t fuck him.” 

You laughed. “Love you too.” 

When you drove up to the bar, you were surprised to find it was a dive right on the beach. You weren’t sure what you had expected from Bradley. He had never been the fancy restaurant guy, much preferring a burger in the backseat over a four course meal. 

What you hadn’t expected was to open the doors to the Hard Deck and see it was packed to the brim with uniforms. It looked like the inside of a can of neutral-colored sardines. You tried to weave your way back to the bar and it took a lot longer than you had expected. You stuck out in your civilian clothes, garnering looks before you made it to the wooden bar and ordered a vodka soda. 

A tanned arm flashed into view, followed by a familiar grin. “Nurse Maggie, to what do we owe the pleasure.” 

Bed five, concussion guy. You racked your brain for a moment, taking a sip of your drink, before responding. “Mr. Seresin. How’s the headache?”

He leaned across the bar, trapping you in. “Lot better now that you’re here, darlin’. And please, it’s Jake.” 

You laughed. “Honey, I know I already told you that I don’t date patients.” 

He affixed a faux frown across his perfect face. “Sweetheart, I’m crushed. Why even show up here tonight if you’re just going to break my heart?”

You shook your head, chuckling, eyes searching the crowd for Bradley. Jake’s eyeline followed yours. 

“Looking for someone?”

You nodded and bit your lip. “Your darts buddy.” “Should have known you were here for Bradshaw. Well come on, darlin’, I’ll take you to him.” He held out his arm and you took it, snapping up your sweating glass from the bar. Jake weaved you through the crowd, checking to make sure a few times that you were still behind him, all the way toward the back near a pool table and old upright piano. “Bradshaw, Florence Nightingale is here!” he called and you blushed, dropping your hand from his arm. 

Bradley turned from his conversation with a stunning brunette in uniform, a large smile painted across his face. He quickly made his way to your side and reached out for a hug, before stalling slightly. You shifted uncomfortably before reaching out and kissing his cheek, letting one of his hands brush against your waist before falling back to his side. 

“You made it,” he said quietly and you nodded, looking around. Everyone in the corner was staring, watching the interaction intently. Bradley put his hand on your lower back and turned you to face the group. “Guys, this is Maggie. She’s a friend from college.” You watched their eyes narrow, sensing the familiarity. He went around the room for introductions. “You’ve met Seresin aka Hangman, and Coyote.” You nodded and smiled and Coyote raised his beer glass with a wink. “That’s Phoenix, or Natasha,” he said, gesturing to the beautiful brunette he had been speaking to when you approached. “Payback and Fanboy.” Two other guys sitting on stools in the corner. “And that there is Bob.” He pointed to a handsome man wearing glasses who looked startled to hear his name called out, spilling a few peanuts from a plastic cup he held in his lap as he smiled a shy greeting. 

“Nice to meet y’all,” you said softly. Bradley leaned down. 

“Can I get you another drink?” You looked down and realized you had nervously chugged your entire drink in the time it took to get from the bar to the group in the corner. You nodded and Bradley patted your back before sliding his hand away and heading for the bar. 

Looking around, most of the group had gone back to their individual conversations. Bob and Phoenix were the only ones unoccupied, and you approached them hesitantly. At that moment, you realized everyone Bradley had introduced you to was wearing the same type of uniform: a well fitted khaki two piece outfit. Everyone except Bradley. 

“Hi,” you said, sitting on the empty stool next to Bob. “How’s it going?” 

He looked flustered. “It’s uh, it’s good ma’am. How are you?” 

You threw your head back in a laugh. “Honey you don’t have to call me ma’am.”

He shook his head with a small smile and you watched his glasses slip down his nose. He was adorable, you had to stop yourself from reaching out and righting the glasses on his face. “Sorry,” he whispered quietly and you put a hand on his knee to calm him, which only served to turn him bright red. 

The brunette gave you the up and down with her eyes. “So how do you know Bradshaw?” she asked. “And Coyote and Hangman for that matter?” 

“I’ve known Bradley since UVA,” you replied. “He and the other two showed up in the ER in the middle of the night a few days ago as my patients.” 

“You’re a nurse?” she asked and you nodded. “Got it. Well, those idiots were always bound to end up in the ER, so I am not surprised.” 

You laughed and removed your hand from Bob’s leg. “So I have to ask. What’s with the uniforms?”

“What do you mean?” Phoenix asked. 

You shrugged. “Like, why is everyone in this bar wearing a uniform? Is this some military bar?”

She cocked her head to the side. “Bradshaw didn’t tell you he’s a Navy pilot?”

Your mouth hung open and she laughed.

“I’ll take that as a no.” 

A hand reached out with a new drink and you took it, mouth still agape. “I was getting there, Trace,” Bradley said, slinging his arm around the back of your chair. “Guess you beat me to it.” 

You looked up at him in awe. “You’re in the Navy? And you’re a pilot?” 

He smiled. “Told you I had a job.” 

You shook your head, actually rendered speechless. Bradley’s chuckle finally pulled you back to reality. “I’m shocked,” you said finally. 

“He’s just alright,” Jake said, smoothly entering the conversation. “If you want to know who the best pilot on the team is, you’re looking at him.” 

Phoenix audibly groaned and you even saw Bob roll his eyes a bit. “Is that so, hot shot?” you asked and he turned his megawatt smile on you. 

“Darlin’ when you’re the best pilot in the Navy it’s OK to be cocky.” 

This time you groaned and Bradley laughed, hand moving from the back of your chair to your shoulder and squeezing. You looked at him with surprise, but he simply smiled back, not lifting his hand. 

“So did y’all date in college?” Jake asked, chewing on a toothpick that you hadn’t even seen him pull out. 

“We did, yeah,” Bradley said, and there was a hint of nostalgia in his voice. 

“It was a long time ago,” you added, taking a sip of your drink. Vodka soda. He had remembered. “We were different people.” 

“You were the same, Mags,” Bradley whispered. “Determined. Smart. Beautiful.” He said that last word so softly you had to lean into him to hear it. It was like everyone else faded away and it was just you and Bradley in a bubble in the middle of the crowded bar. You had almost forgotten how he could make you feel like the only person in a packed room. He had that magnetism that made you think he was speaking to you and you alone. 

But, like everything with Bradley, it would only last for a moment.

You shook your head. “Well you’re different.” You looked out at the others. “This is a guy who would stay up all night playing poker, listening to The Killers and drinking beer and forget to set an alarm and would sleep through his poli sci exam in the morning. On the regular.” 

Phoenix and Bob laughed and Bradley did, too. “Mags, you’re really painting a picture of me I’ve tried to forget.” 

“Hey, you invited me here tonight,” you said softly. “You knew this came with the territory.” 

He leaned in. “Worth it to have you here.” 

You felt the illusion start to fray. There was a reason exes shouldn’t be friends. He was still the same Bradley who had left you, crying, in your underwear on the floor of your apartment. He was the Bradley who had broken your heart and walked away as if you hadn’t shattered right in front of him. 

Everything he had done had shaped you. He just didn’t realize it. 

As the night went on, you lost track of how many drinks Bradley and Jake bought you. They fought over who would get your next round, and you let them. It was fun to watch them compete, and it was even better not to have to pay for a drink yourself although you got the vibe that they only paid for about half of the drinks they bought just given how friendly they all looked with the dark haired woman behind the bar. 

It wasn’t until you started to physically slide off of the bar chair you had propped yourself up on near Bob that you realized just how many drinks deep you were. “Are you alright?” he whispered softly. 

You nodded and without even thinking, slung your legs over his thighs, tossing one arm around his shoulders to steady yourself. He looked at you with wide eyes as you let your head rest against his shoulder. 

“Maggie?” he murmured and you blinked quickly. 

“Yeah?”

“Think we should get you home,” he whispered and you looked up. He had a kind face. Handsome beneath the glasses. Bob looked like the kind of guy who would never hurt you. It was clear from the way he was holding back, respecting your boundaries despite the fact that you were tangled all over him. Bob looked around for Bradley, spotting him near the piano. The two locked eyes and Bradley noticed how slumped you were in Bob’s arms, stepping away from the piano quickly and making his way across the bar. 

“Is she OK?” he asked Bob quietly. 

“She’s pretty drunk,” he replied. “I can drive her home if you want.” 

“I stopped drinking a few hours ago,” he said. “I got her.” 

Bradley reached out to grab you and you groaned, the room starting to spin. You clung to Bob’s neck, resting your face on his chest. “Don’t want to go,” you murmured. He rubbed a hand over your back soothingly. 

“Bradley’s going to take you home, OK?” he whispered into your ear. 

“No, not him,” you moaned. In your drunken stupor, Bradley looked the same as he had almost a decade earlier. He looked like the guy who had left you, more than once, to fend for yourself and get home alone from a party. Even under the warm lights of the Hard Deck, his new mustache highlighting his frown, to you, Bradley looked like someone who could hurt you if you were stupid enough to trust him. 

“Sweetheart, please,” Bradley whispered to you, touching your arm lightly. “Let me drive you home.” 

Bob smelled fresh, like linens and lemons. His thin fingers held you lightly, like he was afraid you would break. He felt safe, but you knew it was only temporary. 

“Mags, please,” Bradley begged and you opened your eyes, sliding your arm out from Bob’s shoulder. Bob looked down at you and smiled, nodding, and he scooped his hands under your legs, letting Bradley swing you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest, letting your fingers grab his neck as he hoisted you higher and grabbed your purse. “Thanks, Bob. Tell Phoenix I’ll see her tomorrow.” 

Bob nodded and you shut your eyes again as Bradley carried you through the crowd, which had thinned out considerably since you had arrived. 

To your surprise, Bradley dug in your bag and pulled out your car keys, depositing you in the passenger seat and sliding into the driver’s side, fidgeting with the GPS until he found the home setting. 

You didn’t remember getting undressed or crawling into bed. You didn’t remember plugging in your phone on the dock charger on the nightstand, or wiping off your makeup. 

So when you woke up in a sweat in the middle of the night wearing a baggy t-shirt and panties, you were shocked to see Bradley passed out on the reading chair in the corner of your room. You reached for the glass of water on your nightstand, fumbling to set it back down when you heard him stir. 

“Bradley?” you asked. 

He opened his eyes and let out a yawn, along with a little stretch that showed an inch of taunt muscle where his shirt rode up. “Hey there, sweetheart. Feeling OK?” 

You shook your head. “No. Think I’m dying.” 

He laughed softly. “Haven’t seen you that drunk since senior formal.” 

You groaned at the memory. You still couldn’t drink rum after that night. “Don’t remind me,” you moaned, lying back against the pillows and headboard. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t you remember me taking you home?” he asked. 

“Kind of.” 

Bradley chuckled. “You sure made a scene at the bar, baby. Crawling all over Bob’s lap. Man looked like he was about to self combust.” 

“Oh, God,” you moaned, flopping your hands against the fluffy duvet. “I’m so embarrassed.” 

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve seen all of them ten times worse off than you were tonight.” 

“I embarrassed myself in front of your friends,” you said softly. “I can never show my face there again.” “Face as beautiful as that one? Now that would be really unfair.” He was smooth. That had always been part of his persona. Only Bradley Bradshaw could try to woo you in the throes of a hangover. 

“I appreciate you bringing me home, Brad,” you said, “but you can go. It’s late.” The clock on your nightstand said it was nearly five in the morning. 

He stood up and crossed the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. In the darkness, you thought about reaching out, running your fingers over the familiar scars on his cheek. Like all of the nights you had laid next to each other, tracing constellation patterns over each other’s skin. How you would still be able to taste him hours after he had left. The way the mattress felt empty without him once the sun breached the horizon. 

The memory of him haunted you, even as he sat right in front of you.

“I drove you in your car,” he said quietly. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” 

He shook his head. “It’s OK. I’ll just sleep on the couch, call someone in the morning to pick me up.” 

“I can drive you. Once I’m human again,” you said, taking another sip of water. 

Bradley put his warm hand on yours over the covers and you felt a small jolt run up your arm. You had acclimated to the darkness in the room so you could plainly see the look in his eyes. “How badly did I hurt you?” he whispered. There was so much pain pressed into his words, you had to bite back tears. 

You shook your head. “It’s in the past, Bradley.” 

“Fuck, Mags, I’m so sorry,” he said. “I was an asshole.”

“Yes, you were.” 

He didn’t drop his gaze. His thumb traced lightly over your hand in broad strokes. “I’ll never forgive myself for what I did to you.” 

“You seemed to forgive yourself pretty easily if I remember correctly,” you said. “You walked out of my life like I was nothing. Like I meant nothing.” 

“Maggie, I didn’t deserve you,” he said. “I left because I was stupid and I couldn’t give you what you wanted.” 

You sat up, yanking your hand away. “You didn’t want to even try,” you said sharply. 

Bradley hung his head. “You’re right.” 

“It’s late,” you said, sliding back down to lying on your back. “I’m still fucking drunk. Can we just not be having this conversation right now, Brad? I spent too many nights crying about you. I told myself a long time ago I wouldn’t let myself grieve for you anymore.” 

“Fuck,” he murmurred, running his fingers through his hair and standing up. “I treated you so poorly. I am so sorry, Maggie. You’ll never know how sorry I am.” He turned and opened the bedroom door, the light of the hallway flooding in. 

You called out to him. “You want to prove me wrong? Want to show that you’ve changed?”

He turned around with hopeful eyes. 

“Be here in the morning. Don’t let me wake up again and see that you’ve gone. You want to be different, Bradley? Show that you can be someone I can depend on. Be the man you never were back then.” 

Bradley bowed his head in the doorway. Illuminated from behind by the light, you could have sworn he was an angel. And then he opened his mouth. “I didn’t deserve you then,” he said softly. “And I sure as hell don’t deserve to know you now.” 

He turned and shut the door, leaving you in the darkness. 

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My RWBY Wonderland AUs!

Heyo, everyone! Diamond Punk here! Due to recent RWBY announcements, I wanna spill on some RWBY Wonderland AUs that I have. I’ve been planning on making content with these AUs (fics and headcanons in the future) so look for stuff for that as time progresses. With that said, I hope you guys enjoy them as much as I loved making them. (If you want to learn more about these AUs, feel free to DM me!)

(Key; 🐞🍀= Luck Siblings AU, 🃏= with OCs, 🐞🐈‍⬛= crossover with MLB, 💙= Ironwood-Schnee AU added, 🌹= Canon Characters Only)

1. Intertwined (🃏/💙) Growing up in remnant with a single, Ebenezer Schnee always asked a lot of questions. However, the only question he couldn’t find the answer to lies within his own family’s history. That question being; "What was his father like?" It seemed like a disaster waiting to strike to ask such a question, the answer being brushed off by Willow’s reminisce of the past and arguments he would get into by Winter. No matter how hard he was pushed away from the truth, it only caused Eb to wonder about his father even more. The only info he ever got on him was how much of bad person he was or how Willow told him that he looked so much like him.

Neither outcomes could bring his curiosity at ease. He wanted the truth about his father and his family’s opinion on him didn’t help on the matter. He didn’t believe Winter much from her own form of bias on the matter. Kailey, Weiss, and Whitley kept quiet on the subject. As for why, Eb wasn’t entirely sure on. One thing’s for certain, he wanted to find out who his father was on his own accord. If he was as bad as they said he was, where’s the evidence. Leaving him out of family albums and stories of the past that he felt was one-sided wasn’t the most reliable form of evidence to convince him of their claim.

Accompanied by his girlfriend Shae, Eb went off on a secret mission to find his father’s whereabouts or any information he could find on him. He had to be careful, sneaking out every chance he could to find evidence of his father’s whereabouts. He would often disguise his investigations as him going on dates with Shae or having sleepovers with friends. (Which wasn’t entirely true at times) Talking to those that were close to his mother or knew her when she arrived before him and youngest sister were born, he hoped that he could find the evidence to solve this family mystery. However, that fell short rather quickly. No one really knew who Eb’s father really was nor have they met him. Tried looking info by internet means but nothing of him appeared. It was almost like he didn’t even exist.

The search lasted for seven months until Winter caught him, looking for answers. This led to a rather heated argument between the two siblings. Eb couldn’t understand why his eldest sister was so negative about him. Just because she hated him doesn’t mean he has to either. Words were said and nerves were tested. It was when Winter made her final statement is what pushed Eb to the final straw. Tired of living without answers of the past, Eb pushed winter away and ran off into the emerald forest. She tried to go after him but got lost within the city crowd as she was looking for him.

Once finding a quiet spot within the forest by a tree was when he broke down in tears. He only wanted to find out who his father was. He never meant to upset Winter or his family. He was tired of being the odd one out when it came to having a dad in his life. All he wanted was proof of his father’s existence. Something he felt was simple to obtain but difficult to find in the end. He felt all alone at this point. Alone at finding the answers on who his father was and what was he like.

What happened next happened quick upon a moment’s hesitation. Everything went pitch black and suddenly, he was falling down somewhere. It was quick, a moment’s hesitation before he fell into he felt was oblivion. Eventually, he was guided by a light and a terrible headache when he landed. All of it became a blur when woke up within the forest. Or what he thought was the forest that he ran off to after his argument with Winter. Everything was colorful but his mind was filled with confusion as he wandered into what he felt was forever for him. His vision felt blurry and he had a terrible time, trying to pull himself together. The last thing he could remember before his mind went blank was feeling some form of liquid going down his throat as if he was drinking something.

Reborn into a new identity with no memories of the past, Eb lived within a small house within the forest. It wasn’t much but it felt like home for him. He grew an addiction for tea and loved making clothing for himself. Hats where a special thing for him but he also enjoyed expanding his horizons. Every so often, he would venture out into the local village for supplies. He made a small business, making hats and was able to make just enough to survive on. If anyone within the village were to ask him about his family or where he’s from, he would often respond with a funny remark to make others smile. When in reality, he couldn’t think of a single thing of them. At this point, he thought of himself as a orphan who lived in the forest. Raised himself to survive and made something of himself with his work.

Time was a fickle little thing that he couldn’t keep track of and once upon another round of errands for a supply run, he bumped into the king of hearts. Or well, the king bumped into him while the young electric blue and green eyed boy was buying supplies. He’s never been the one to look into royalty and the mere fact that he caught the eye of one was enough to scare him. He wasn’t the best when it came to social interactions. The king grew very suspicious of Eb, never seeing him around made him extremely likely to be a troublemaker within his eyes. He didn’t want Eb around for that reason alone. He let the young madman buy what he needed for the month and let him be on his way but his gaze was something Eb couldn’t help but shiver on the thought of.

What started off as a first awkward interaction became the beginning of a chain of events to come. The king hearts while he was strong and cunning as they say, he started to be plagued by his mind upon the thoughts about the past. However, he kept his thoughts well hidden. He didn’t want his subjects to know that he was starting to wander into his own mind, causing weakness of occur from being distracted. Eb started to wonder about his own past as the questions about his family started to grow bigger into his mind. Curiosity becoming his worst enemy as the ‘what if’s’ became unable to avoid. How come he didn’t remember his family? Did they even want him? Was he just abandoned in the first as a child or was there something more occurring upon his path of isolation than what he believed to know.

The journey of finding memories would lead to the king and young madman’s paths to intertwine to the pool of tears; giving hints to answers in exchange for a tear of pure emotion. The deeper they went into finding clues of the past, the more they started to unravel upon themselves. Eb’s hunger to find answers became his guide to finding the truth. Meanwhile, the king slowly started to lose himself towards his temper as he ventured deeper into the fray.

What will Eb find of his family? What will the king discover what was missing in his life before the war? And most importantly, what will happen once they find the truth? When two paths are intertwined, danger is bound to strike.

2. Lost Memories (🐞🍀/🐞🐈‍⬛/🃏) Marinette was your usual average girl in Paris. Between wanting to date the boy she fell in love at school and achieving her dreams to be a famous fashion designer, she was always on the run to getting what she needed to accomplish for the week. It was a tiring series of events, hanging with friends and making sure to be on top of your school work. Upon a week upon her life, she went though a burnout after completing a group project. It was at the end of that week, she decided to jump into some time to unwind by a trip to the forest.

Packed with her sketchbook for inspiration, should it strike, she couldn’t wait to see what lies ahead of her. What she didn’t expect is to find a series of random objects upon the path where she started to get ideas from the scenery. Even more so, that path leading into a man in the woods that seemed very . . . Odd to her. She wasn’t one to judge but how could a man live in a forest on his own, only having a some kitchen furniture to use. Well, at the least, he was well mannered towards her. What started off as a friendly interaction became another series of events that would lead the young fashion designer to discover upon.

She started to see the lucky hatter, a few weeks after that forest trip. She didn’t mind him being around but she started to sense something familiar about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. The young man, who she found out his name to be Clover as she got to know him better, started to help her out whenever she felt like she needed someone to talk to. Sharing that and many fond moments that made her grow closer towards him for, Clover was a many of many mysteries. His past was something Marinette couldn’t quite figure out on her own. However, she didn’t want to push things too much for him so she brushed it off too the side for the time being.

It’s all fun and games until some magic becomes involved. By then, what will lie ahead of her and what’s so special this bird that Adrien keeps gazing off to?

(Wrote a one-shot to start it off if y’all wanna read! 👆🏻)

3. Memories (🃏/💙) Living in Wonderland, Eb’s faced many adventures that he took delight upon discovering what’s around the corner. When you’re the second son and fifth child to the king of hearts, living life can be a paradise above the sky. However, Eb wasn’t always the one to live above the clouds. He would much rather be on the ground and into the forest where he could wander for hours. What’s life without adventure and the journey to discovering what lies ahead?

That’s how he ended up meeting Ruby Rose and Oscar Pine. Two of the few that Eb keeps within his inner circle of his friends. Oscar’s the nephew to Ozpin, the mystery man within the forest that always asked questions that left him wandering for hours within his own mind. Ruby’s the daughter of the mad hatter within the forest that he secretly admired. The three would often sneak into the forest to either hang out or have private tea parties. Having tea parties was Eb’s favorite thing to do besides discovering through the woods. They would often talk about their day, what chatter they heard through the crowd, or dare eachother into drinking teas that would have unique effects on themselves.

The only issue at hand was feud between Eb and Ruby’s fathers. James Ironwood, the king of hearts and Qrow Branwen, the Mad Hatter of the forest. They . . . Didn’t quite see eye to eye with eachother. As for why, neither of the three knew. James didn’t want Eb to hang out with Ruby and Qrow for fear of their carefree influence getting into him. Qrow didn’t want his daughter around James for reasons he didn’t want to explain clearly. Eb was someone he kept a close eye on at times. He wasn’t sure what to think of the young prince but if he’s anything like the king, he wasn’t sure if being around Ruby was the best idea for her.

It was clear to see that both kids where annoyed at their fathers for pulling them apart at times. So much into the point where they would have to sneak out in secret to assure that trouble wouldn’t arise between the two. Oscar was annoyed about the situation as well, seeing that he didn’t like his friend group being pulled apart of their father’s bias towards the others. Coming towards Ozpin when they felt like they couldn’t take sneaking around to meet anymore, they wanted to figure out what was the reason why their fathers had a distaste for each other.

What they didn’t expect was to find out upon the past, Qrow and James were actually pretty close friends. Close into the level where Ruby and Eb lie upon today. However, it was an unfortunate event that caused the two to tear apart from each-other upon the past. Determined to make amends, the wonderland trio set off on a quest to discover the secrets of the past and figure out what the past is hiding from them and their families.

What they didn’t expect was the danger and tests of trust and friendship that lied ahead for the three of them.

4. The Lost Rose (🌹/Modern AU) Moving into Vale after getting accepted to Beacon High wasn’t something Ruby expected. A new life meant change upon her daily routine. Meeting people and making friends wasn’t her strong suit but Yang, her older sister, encouraged her to break out of her shell to at least, try to make one friend. Trying is what lead Ruby to make a rival towards a girl with white hair that she couldn’t remember the name of. She never meant to bump into her and spill lunch on her skirt on purpose.

Going into a week in of a new school and Ruby couldn’t feel anything but a short of a mess. On days where she couldn’t handle being a social person, she would head to the courtyard and read a book by a bench. She would sometimes, see a girl with long black hair do the same but couldn’t muster up the courage to talk to her. It was one day when she was reading was when she made her first friend. Unexpectedly; a bird. A crow, as she later discovered by a simple research.

It wasn’t often that she would see birds around the school but a crow would often appear around her bench, whenever she was reading on her own. At first, it was to steal her lunch. Sounds typical but later on, she brought snacks for said lunch thief. The next time she saw the crow come over, she gave it a snack so hers wouldn’t be taken away. This became routine for a few months. She didn’t mind the company. It was a little secret of her own.

It was on a rainy day of school when things started to change. Another failed attempt at making a friend left her in the mud. No, I’m serious. She tripped and fell into mud, face first. It was at her lowest when she met someone. He was tall but had a mysterious aura about him. He held up an umbrella above her so she couldn’t get any future wet that she already was. Her silver eyes gazed upon his faded pink gaze. She didn’t know who this man was or why he was helping her.

He introduced himself as 'Qrow'. With a Q. An odd name for a man but at this point, Ruby saw herself as an odd person, herself. He helped her out of the mud and walked her home. It was strange, being walked home by some stranger. Naturally, she kept her guard up. Her dad often warned her of weirdos and she debated to herself if he was what her father warned her about. This time, she was glad that he didn’t pulled any stunts before he left her with said umbrella when she arrived home. Wouldn’t he get cold and wet too?

Upon the next month, she would often find this mysterious man with a hat at the strangest of times. When she was reading, nearby a window when she felt like she was dozing off, or whenever she was alone, he would find him upon her gaze. She attempted to show Yang the man but when she turned to introduce him, he had already disappeared. At times, she would only see a crow upon where he once stood. How odd, this situation must be.

Why was Qrow always disappearing whenever she attempted to introduce his sister or anyone towards him? Why was he acting so kind towards her? Where was he from? Questions similar to this filled the girl’s mind with the possibilities of answers. The deeper she ventured through to find the answers, more certain she started to fall into a place where she never imagine to be.

5. Connection (🐞🐈‍⬛/🐞🍀/🃏/💙) Curiosity; it gets the best of us when we’re at a young age. Every kid wants to venture into the unknown and discover something new. Whether it would be alone or with friends or family, it’s with imagination that takes us into a place unknown. Filled with excitement but danger. It’s simply a dream towards those who imagine the possibilities of falling into curiosity.

However, Adrien Agreste wasn’t one of those kids. Not in the beginning, anyways. Being a son of a famous model and often helping his father with his company, it seemed like another form of a dream for others as well. When in reality, he was only doing what he was told in hopes for earning his father’s affections. It never came in the end. He never admitted it but he was envious of those who had loving families. All he wanted was his father’s love. Even then, it wasn’t often he would receive any love from his father. Only person she saw that gave him any form was Natalie.

It wasn’t too out of the ordinary for him to wonder on what his life could’ve been if his mom hadn’t gotten sick. Maybe, he would’ve had the family he dreamed of having. He grew close to his mother as he grew. Thus, imagining the possibility also had a heavy burden to add to what happened within the last year or so. When he got too deep, he would take his mind off with either classes or what he could spot within his line of vision. Like at the camera for his picture to be taken, a nearby flower, or Marinette. He couldn’t help but feel some strange emotion whenever she was around him. The kind of emotion that would make him feel weak to the knees and accidentally mess up on his words or trip on his own feet.

Regardless of how he felt about the coming days of his life or about her, he still kept going. As each day passes by, he would keep thinking about the possibility of his life being different if things changed back then. It slowly became an annoyance towards him. Not about Marinette though, he could never be annoyed towards her. She was amazing and he always told her that as much as he could. It was clear he wanted to date her but didn’t know how to ask. Then again, he wasn’t sure his father would approve of him dating.

He wondered about change within his life. One day, he managed to get what he wanted. Just maybe not in the way he expected. He taking a walk upon a forest, nearby his hometown. The trip was pretty easy, seeing that he only took a bus to head into the forest for a nature hike. He figured he needed a break from the city life and this was his chance. It was interesting, seeing all of the greenery upon the natural sunlight. He managed to take a few photos with his phone to show his friends for when he returned.

Among taking photos during the trip, he started to lose his sense of direction after wandering for a bit. He attempted to find someone to help him and saw a young man in the distance. Tall with black hair and had some variation of formal attire. Odd outfit to wear to a forest but he wasn’t one to judge. He held a gold pocket watch, looking at time before running off. Not wanting to be alone again, he ran off to follow him. He managed to keep up with him for around twelve minutes until he was gone upon his line of vision. Last he saw of the stranger, he was nearby a huge tree he never saw before.

How did the stranger suddenly disappear by a tree? Upon further investigation, he found a hole among the stump of said tree. It looked big enough for someone to fit inside. Maybe it was a deep hiding spot? Why would the stranger hide for? He called out into the hole, asking if anyone was in there. He sat, near the edge to see if he could get a better look inside. This is where Adrien’s curiosity got the better of him; a single slip of his knees before he fell down into the endless void.

Bracing for impact, Adrien became ready for the worst. However, he wasn’t ready for when his eyes opened. It was a forest, much like the one he ventured except it’s different. The sky was a different color. So were the trees and flowers. Where he’d fallen down into became a mystery he had to solve. He ventured into the mysterious forest, finding any sense of direction that could aid him on discovering his current location.

He had no idea he fell down into a whole new world that he’d never imagined to discover. Even more so, finding the people that lived upon this new world. As he would later to find out, wonderland is a place where those who are lost and in need of finding someplace or someone to belong to.

( Tag List: @dashflashy-arts @mitchpatrick23 @dowhatteverer @eviltomb @autistic-swanprincess @naturallyunstablegamer @blue-cheeseinmyoffwhites @howlingday @rootbeerflotsam )

(Note; Ozpin, if you’re reading this, this is KJ from Instagram. We talked during that Q&A you had on insta when you were signing stuff. Here’s the wonderland post with RWBY that I told you I’d write. Sorry it took so long. Hope you like it!)

[brockitty-goober]

please reblog this!

🧬name: kailey🧬

💠she/they💠

🪩caretaker no. 4.🪩

VOICE CLAIM! (the robot speaking- not the guy)

Kailey is believed to have once been a woman named Kaylee Hart. No further information is known about her past. She was brought into the hospital on unexpected terms. She either fell into an accidental hole in time, or saw something she wasn’t supposed to. She is the only caretaker to have previously been a human.

Kaylee is kind towards patients. She takes the time to listen. She isn’t ideal as a caretaker, but she has been spared since she hasn’t told any patient about their god yet.

She has full sentience. She does not want to speak up. It is presumed she wants to leave, but she has not said a word.

I’m still bad at digital art guys 😭 trust me, the vision was better. She looks nice on paper i swear 🥸

She is part of a weirdcore oc wave of mine. please do not steal. I would love to see her drawn as long as you credit me!! 💗💗

(I couldn’t find any vaporwave blinkies, so Lava Lamp will have to do. Creds in its desc.)

“What hospital?! What are you talking about??”

*walks into corner slowly 😺*

[chocolatewoosh]

i can be your angle.... or yuor devil

[metroway]

i feel like writing ocs and especially on multis can make it difficult for mutuals to reach out and that’s completely ok !! they don’t know the source material !! they can’t remember every single muse on every single blog they follow, especially if you haven’t interacted much yet !! so in this post i’ll summarize each of my ocs in 25 words or less.

if you see anything you like, find interesting or see plot-potential in, feel free to like this post or even reply !! i’ll then make sure to look at ur bios and msg u with something that catches my attention :) oki love u here we go

lazuli jupiter is a nepo baby who went to a rich girls academy and founded a girlband that went viral and couldn’t handle it. more

esther caruso made her out-of-pocket nosiness into a job and works as an investigative journalist. very blunt annoying persistent sometimes inappropriate girlboss. more

marty graves dies and is reborn infinite times and he somehow manages to be the same gay hopeless head empty romantic every lifetime. more

kailey bose used to be a mean condescending e-girl but then she died and now tries to make up by haunting ur tiktok feed and spotify playlist. more

zkina jervel is a space alien that crashlanded on earth and just wants to go home and drink wine and watch intergalactic tv with their wife. more

jeff seymour is the mortal son of the god of asshole pricks so naturally he is also an asshole prick. more

joni liu was a perfect model student coke bottle until someone threw a mentos in and she exploded and can't stop exploding. also a demigod oop more

atlas arrashan is a sorcerer that can't do magic. he tries his best but he is such a loser + bad + ratio. more

[100-yardstare]

I’m writing the last chapter of a long self ship fic with one of my f/os and my brain is already hyperfixating on my next project I’m gonna write with another so I’m just looking from one f/o to the next like:

[ask-kailey-feaoc]

Kailey was currently in her room of her and Anthony’s home, the poor girl was coughing sickly.

@somerandompokemon

[equallyshaw]

star crossed lovers, pt 2 | connor bedard

↳ oc hughes sister x connor bedard x brendan brisson + blurb + tiny insta post

↳ au masterlist!

takes place in 2026 with a connor sighting!

warnings: swearing

word count: 4.7K

Two households, both alike in dignity...

oh that love story that was too good to be true, so beautiful and soft and wholesome; was never meant to last. romeo and juliet had truly run their course it seemed. though originally, weren't they destined to be together forever, and never see the fate that the original story predicted?

maybe her brothers were right, kailey thought as soon as it happened. he dug the sword deep into her heart, twisted, and then pulled away. it was if they'd never been together. as if they hadn't spent the last three years together.

but was it the end for miss hughes? was it the end of her journey in finding love with a powerful and notable name within the world of hockey?

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These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume.

kailey pushed jack a bit as soon as entered the kitchen in the townhouse her two brothers shared in jersey. she quickly made her way over to the coffee machine and put a nespresso pod in, smiling once the humming of the machine began. she pulled out her phone and opened connor's message that popped up, and she wished she hadn't. she stared at the screen, allowing it to fade to black. "kails!" jack said hurrying over and putting a towel down, as the expresso spilled over the too small cup. she didn't move. he looked down at her, not understanding why she wasn't moving. he sighed, wiping the counter in front of her, before he heard her whisper. "he broke up with me." jack thought his mind was playing tricks on him, "funny kails." he said turning around to finish making his breakfast. "he br-broke up with me." she said again, louder and more clear. he looked back at her before taking two steps to catch her as she fell backwards, out of shock. he quickly brought her to the ground, holding her closely as she sobbed.

24 hours ago, the two were planning on what they wanted to do for their almost 1 year anniversary.

how could things change in 24 hours?

luke rushed in as soon as he heard sobs, and the look that jack gave him was more than he needed, he knew exactly what happened. the three brothers couldn't have seen this coming from a mile away, they didn't see this happening. ever. they thought that connor was the one, that one that made it past their hard exteriors. the one that had made his way into all of the hughes hearts.

oh how the universe and shakespeare could be so cruel.

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thankfully, kailey was finished with school and had graduated a few weeks before the breakup. so she thought long and hard on where she wanted to be, and who she wanted to be. dawning a new hair color and a will to pull herself out of heartbreak, she settled on sunny california. she moved to redondo beach in los angeles county, moving in with her cousin maya - a longtime family friend of the hughes that dated back to her mom's hockey days at college. the three brothers were crushed to see her leaving so early in the summer, and forgoing the lake house in michigan but she knew she needed to go. or else she'd never leave.

it was around 3 months later, late july when kailey reunited with a very old family friend. brendan brisson, out of the blue showed up at her and maya's apartment for a sunday brunch they were throwing. he came with his brother, and at first they did not recognize her because of her new hair color. since she'd been in california, she hadn't had the inkling or draw to post anything on social media. hence, people were relatively concerned as to what she was up to. sure, her family knew through text messages and private snapchats, but other than that- she'd ghosted the world. she also got off Instagram and twitter, not relishing in the fact that connor was off seeing other people. mere carbon copies of the girl, pre brunette. she hated seeing people tag her in things, hated seeing it come up naturally because of how much she used to look up his name; for shits and giggles she used to say.

that sunday morning though, after grabbing a cup of coffee from redondo beach pier, and a walk up and down it- she retweeted something. which let me tell you, alerted the hockey world and hockey twitter. i mean, the sheer power they held when they were together was out of this world. two great hockey names - connected in a magical way, how could they not? people adored seeing them together and that retweet cemented the breakup, which people had been suspecting for some time. she redownloaded Instagram, archiving her pictures with connor, not able to part with them just yet. she then opened up her groupchat with the boys, ripping the canadian boy to shreds. she'd simply put him into an early grave, by her word choice. she woke up with a vengeance this morning, her brothers thought as 6 messages - paragraphs - came in. her brothers agreed with every last word she sent, they were absolutely dumbfounded and out of this world angry when connor broke up with her via text. and without cause. their original thoughts about guys came back in an instant. they would do everything in their power to steer away boys, if luck would have it. nobody would ever be good enough. though she was a california gal now, they couldn't protect her. though - as much as quinn hated to ask for a favor - the boys had asked trevor and alex keep tabs on her on that side of the coast. the two without hesitation agreed, with trevor making a joke at quinns expense.

they were hoping they could sleep a little easier at night.

but as soon as brendan saw her, he quickly pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. "oh my god - blondie! wait no." and kailey giggled, "you're good! i haven't really updated social media so you wouldn't have known." she smiled widely, before hugging jordan. "how do you know maya?" she asked, "new hampshire, remember?" jordan said and kailey grinned. "should have known. those were...uh the good days." she hummed, drinking her iced expresso. "let me show you to the kitchen." she said motioning for them to follow. they walked into the kitchen, the two looking at the buffet of food. "any coffee? i can make it right now." she smiled, and the two smiled. "im good, im gonna go find maya real quickly." he said walking away so now it was just jordan and the girl.

"how's school?" he asked, pulling her out of her trance. "great! i just graduated" she smiled, and he mirrored it. "congratulations, kails! what did you major in again?" he asked and she smiled, "child psychology." she hummed. his smile never faltered, "that would be you. i remember as kids how much you cared for kids on the lake, and they just flocked to you." he said and it was as if they were both brought back to that time when the days never seemed to end, and sunburns were a regular occurrence. "yeah..im very fortunate things worked out the way they did. gave me this wonderful opportunity to start fresh out here." she said sipping some more of her drink. "oh..yeah. totally understandable." he said picking up her drift, "you knew?" she asked and he nodded. "yeah...jack said something in the group chat when it happened. im sorry about everything, that was real shitty of him. you didnt deserve that." he said sweetly. she shrugged chugging down the rest of the coffee, "good thing I've got nobody watching my every move, anymore." she smirked, leaning closely towards brendan before sliding over the his cup of coffee.

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“Then I defy you, stars!” 

jordan ended up leaving at some point in the afternoon, while brendan and kailey spent the day together catching up. the two had always been easy to get on with and used to be thick as thieves during the lake days. she'd never told any of her brothers - because god forbid if she did so - but she had had a crush on him for a few summers. it absolutely crushed her, when he got his first girlfriend in 8th grade and then they never came back to the lake house, so her crush disappeared. she'd never known this nor her brothers, but brendan too had had a crush on the girl.

the two sat on the white plush couch in the living room, as the sun was setting. maya had left some time ago to hang out with a friend and do some errands while kailey opted to stay in for the day. kailey and brendan were in the process of laughing, as kailey got a text message. she pulled up her phone from where it was laying on her thigh, and her demeanor visibly changed. it was a text from connor, asking why she retweeted the tweet this morning. brendan saw her eyebrows crease in confusion, before she shook her head and locked her phone. "let me guess..connor?" he questioned and she nodded. "the fucking nerve.." she sighed, pinching her nose. she stood up grabbing the two empty glasses from the coffee table, and made her way over to the kitchen. brendan followed, "the nerve he has! we've been broken up for three months already and he's upset i tweeted something about being respected by a significant other? whats so wrong about that? he's just upset because im calling him out for it, publicly at that." she said setting the cups in the sink. "don't i deserve respect?" she asked turning around to face the boy. he nodded, walking over to her and leaned against the counter. "you deserve that and so much more. he's got a stick up his ass, that's for sure." he began, "don't ever lower your standards because of him. he's an idiot. he's the one who did that, the one who double crossed you for no reason." he finished as kailey met his eye. "wish i heard that sooner." she hummed, crossing her arms over her chest. she looked down at the ground, "well...im saying it now. and i mean it." he said softly taking a step closer and lifted up her chin just a bit with his hand. she looked into his brown eyes. one's she adored as a kid, and now looking into his- something sparked within. a spark she hadn't felt for some time, long before connor. he took this as an invitation to close the gap between them.

oh, how the universe laughs. or hockey gods.

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it was now two weeks later, and brendan had kailey in his arms this early morning. the two had stayed up talking about anything and everything that came to their minds. they talked about their childhood, laughing over the fact that they both had crushes on one another but never suspected it. they smiled as the other one brought up conversations and significant memories, both happy that the other hadn't forgotten. this morning, she was savoring the warmth and comfort his body oozed, because he'd be starting back up early morning training again. he'd taken two weeks off due to a stress sprain, and now that it was fixed he would be resuming his schedule. "wanna see my parents today?" he softly asked, as he felt her beginning to hum from tiredness. she nodded her head, against his chest and he smiled. "they've been asking about you since i told them i was going to brunch." he hummed, and she slowly pulled her head up from his chest to look at him, "still the favorite hughes, eh?" she grinned before he leaned down to kiss her. his hand found the base of her neck, and the other found the base of her back. she wrapped her hands around his neck, getting as close as possible. they broke the kiss, resting their foreheads against one another.

kailey had a wave of deja vu, pass over her. making her nauseous.

she pulled away from brendan, pulling her phone to her chest, and saw a missed facetime from each of her brothers, and she sighed pressing quinns contact. she sat up, and inched away from brendan so he wouldn't be in the shot. "hey q, whats up?" she questioned, pulling him from whatever jack was saying. "hey uh, i take it you didn't see yet.." he said and that's when he heard jack yelling on the other end. "what do you mean q? why is jack yelling?" she said rubbing her eye, and quinn sighed sending her a screenshot of the instagram post. she clicked on his text and swallowed, anger seething from her. how could she betray her? her friend lisa from college in chicago was in connor's instagram post, somewhere in toronto. she quickly opened up instagram to lisa's page and she was even more angrier. she had been soft launching for almost 3 months already...that traitor. lisa was the one all along, the one that had been seen in pictures but kailey had never paid too much attention to the fact it was the same girl! she hung up on quinn, quickly locked her phone and turning on dnd. "whats wrong?" brendan asked, setting his phone down and pulling her into his chest as he sat up. "he-he's been seeing my friend from school." she said but she didn't cry. she was just angry, and disappointed. how naive she'd been. "im sorry kails." brendan said softly. he felt terrible for kailey, somebody he cared deeply about. and he knew she cared about him just as deeply. but maybe not in the way that he believed.

"lets just uh, lets get going. we should head over so were not late." she said pulling away and getting up to shower. she quickly took a body shower, hopping out to brush her teeth and moisturize before heading into her closet to find an outfit. brendan came up and wrapped his arms around her, as she inspected her outfit. they looked at one another in the mirror, as she finished inspecting, and she smiled once they found each other's gaze. "you ok?" he whispered, and she nodded giving him a small smile. "yes. thankyou for uh, being here with me these past two weeks. it means more than you'll ever know." she hummed, turning around in his arms. he grinned, leaning down and kissing her. deeply. she melted into his arms just a bit before pulling away. "lets get going b." she said pulling him out of her small walk in closet.

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"kailey!" kim cheered, as the two walked through the doors of the brisson's manhattan beach mansion. "kim!" she smiled, disconnecting the twos hand as kim pulled her into a hug. kim swayed her just a bit, "oh my goodness! we've missed you so much sweetie, congratulations on graduating! i saw the pictures, they were just perfect." she said pulling back a bit and kailey smiled. "thankyou! had the best photographer." she hummed and kim smiled. "your mom has always been a fucking gem when it comes to pictures. they were just to die for and chicago being the backdrop? timeless." she fawned and kailey giggled. "thankyou!" she smiled, seeing mr brisson walk from the kitchen. "kiwi!" he yelled with a huge grin on his face, and kim let go of the girl. "pat! so good to see you." she smiled as he pulled her in for a hug. "you too! congrats on graduating, heard you finished with honors." he said pulling away, and kailey nodded. "yep! perfect 4.0. to which jack sent 4 dollars exactly, as his gift." she joked, causing the family to laugh. pat shook his head as he could just picture jack doing it, and so could kim. "your hair! oh my god! i love it, it looks so good." kim smiled, looking over the girl. kailey smiled, "thankyou! thought a little change could be good." she hummed and the brissons nodded. "well, breakfast just finished lets go eat!" pat offered and the three nodded. "good, im starvin!" kailey said rubbing her hands together, "good, we made your favorite!" kim said wrapping an arm around the girls shoulders, making her feel right at home. again.

Kailey and brendan ended up staying the full day at the brissons, catching up and reminiscing over the lake days. it was around 7 when jordan and brisson begged kailey to go get froyo and walk the pier at santa monica. "go! have fun, we'll get together soon." kim smiled, and kailey nodded hugging the two goodbye and then they were off. kailey got in the passenger side, and jordan got in the back. kailey quickly leaned into brendans shoulder, and there hands found each others as well. she looked back at jordan, and he quickly snapped a picture. she rolled her eyes with a small grin on her face. the three sat through traffic, singing loudly to whatever music she put on shuffle. a little bit of everything, which the boys loved. they finally made their way to santa monica and parked right in front of the frozen yogurt place. after that, they walked down to the pier and she stopped at one of the shops that was selling books and other knickknacks, getting a book to read at some point. they walked down the pier for the next hour, with brendan taking a sunset pic of the girl with her book who had the biggest smile of her face, at whatever dumb joke jordan had just said. on their way back to her apartment in redondo beach, she posted that sunset picture on her instagram story.

it broke hockey twitter.

"im gonna walk her in and then ill be out." brendan said to jordan who nodded, and the two got out. he walked her up to the townhouse, two blocks over from the pier. "thanks for today brendan, i had a lot of fun." she smiled, turning towards him at the door. "me too, thanks for being a trooper. i thought my parents would never stop talking." he joked, and she grinned. "no i loved it, it felt like home. like old times. it was comforting. with my parents being far, it's nice knowing that they are out here." she hummed and he nodded. "im glad." he smiled. she could tell he wanted to say more to her, but was fighting himself on how to begin. "just say whatever it is you want to say." she said grinning, pulling her free hand in his. he blushed, looking at the ground. "these past two weeks have been...everything i'd wanted since we were little younglings. and i don't want to go back to vegas in a few weeks, not knowing what we are or if we might have missed an opportunity....to see where things might go." he said looking up at her with hopeful eyes. she bit her lip, thinking hard. she liked brendan, and always had secretly; but was she ready to date again? she didn't want to become the laughingstock of the NHL family sphere. going from one player to the next, but shouldn't she at least attempt to move on? even if it was with another player?

brendan saw the hesitation in her features, and accepted defeat. he was about to say something but kailey spoke up. "i want nothing more than to say yes but what will my brothers say? what will the hockey world say? going from one guy to the next? i don't want to become the laughingstock, besides- my brothers don't deserve that. they don't deserve to take any heat from or about me. besides..i don't want to ruin our years-long friendship b." she said hoping he understood, and he did. "give me a few days, let me go take some time in chicago and ill let you know. ok?" she said with a pleading look. he nodded softly, "thankyou." she said pulling him in for a hug. her arms found his neck, his arms found her back; drawing her in as close as possible. incase, he'd never have her in his arms again.

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she arrived in chicago two days later, her best friend becca from college and lukas reichels' fiance, as well as alex vlasics wife tessa were waiting for her at the pickup area. she strolled her suitcase and carry on towards the arrivals area, and smiled widely when she saw the two holding a small bouquet of peonies and a dunkin coffee. they jumped up and down, as they saw her. she began to jog over towards them before they wrapped their arms around one another. "oh my god!!" kailey shrieked when they held out her iced americano and flowers towards her, while tessa took her bag and suitcase. "guyssss im gonna cry." she said with tears in her eyes. "we couldn't come empty handed." tessa cooed, as she wrapped an arm around the girl, with kailey taking the gifts from becca. the three girls walked out to the car that was waiting at the curb, that sat alex and lukas. "oh my god!" she said smiling widely when she saw the two leaning against the audi. "kails!" lukas said smiling and quickly hugging her, and then alex joined creating a group hug. tessa snapped a quick picture as kailey just laughed. "thankyou guys for coming to get me, i appreciate it very much." she smiled widely, as lukas opened the door for her and tessa. "you are very welcome hughesy." alex grinned as he opened the other door for becca. "where to first?" she quipped.

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the three girls headed towards becca's and lukas' guest bedroom in their chicago townhouse, ready to bombard the girls with questions over her california life. kailey had been awfully quiet the past month and they were curious what had been going on. "girl! what have you been up to?? we wanna know everything!" tessa squeled as she shut the door behind them. kailey blushed while throwing a small smile towards her best friends. "did you meet a guy??" becca smirked, and kailey shrugged. "did he take the one sunset pic?" tessa joined in, sitting across from kailey on the bed. kailey grinned, "I've known him for sometime now....I've known him since we were kids." she began and the girls looked at one another. "who is it?" becca asked. "brendan brisson." she stated, and the two girls thought about who that could be. "wait! was he at usntp?" tessa questioned, and kailey nodded. "oh my god i remember him! isnt his dad like THE agent in hockey? doesn't he work with your dad?" tessa rambled and kailey giggled. "yes...we arent like officially together but somethings there. i just don't know if i want to pursue it. like, i don't want people to create narratives that were never true to begin with." she said putting her face in her hands, feeling defeated. "to hell with what everybody says. if you're happy and you see something with him, go for it." becca said and kailey shrugged. "but my brothers....what are they gonna think? they're gonna kill me." she said tessa forehead creased, "do they not know that you two have been spending time together?" tessa questioned and kailey shook her head. tessa and becca looked at one another, sharing silent words.

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she spent the next week in chicago, reminiscing and growing fond of the memories she'd made the past four years. they caught up, spent quality time together and thankful that nothing from her past had shown up or crossed paths with the three girls. kailey did not need that, at all. she face timed nightly with brendan, him curious at to what shenanigans that three were getting up to. she'd been to 2 concerts, numerous museum trips, countless trips up and down the lakefront, and shopping galore. kailey woke up around 8 am, getting herself put together before heading down stairs. she jogged down the steps, and headed to the kitchen. it was too late, before she realized who was in the kitchen. lukas and connor were laughing at something, that happened at a gym session that morning.

connor caught the footsteps on the stairs first, and then the brunette hair second. he did a double-take, before realizing it was kailey. kailey was on the phone with brendan, before she spotted connor and froze. "ill uh, ill call you back." she said hanging up before brendan could respond. "morning kails." lukas said sipping some coffee, curious to see what was going to happen. "morning lukas." she hummed, heading to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, and her breakfast from the day before. she quietly worked as the two hockey players looked at each other, "ill be right back. im gonna take penny outside." lukas said calling for the small dog, and now it was just the two.

"how have you been?" connor asked as she put the food in the microwave. kailey took a few seconds to respond before turning around. oh, how good he looked. curse the hockey gods. his hair was still wet from the shower, his blue eyes meeting hers and what felt like a sense of deja vu washed over the girl. "I've been good. you?" she questioned, heading over to the expresso machine and began to mess around with the machine. she banged the expresso on the counter, before sliding it into the spot to pour over. "yeah real good. just got back to the city a week ago." he responded, and she nodded. "that's real nice." she hummed, as the microwave beeped. "hows california?" he asked and she sighed, pulling the container out. "its been nice. beautiful as always." she hummed, pulling a few pieces of hair behind her ear. she looked back up at him, "been doing everything i haven't been able to do for a few years." she said, a dig at the boy. he nodded feeling dread wash over him, as her phone began to ring again. she looked over at where it was on the counter, and she let it go to voice mail. she'd text brendan at some point. "hows lisa?" she quipped, biting into her burrito. connor swallowed tensely, "shes good. just started at lurie children's hospital." he said and hailey nodded. "that's nice." she hummed, walking over to the finished expresso and brought it back over to her food.

connor and kailey's tension could be cut through with a knife. even then, it might not even work. "when did you change your hair?" he asked, a few minutes later. "right after you texted me, I thought id try on a different personality." she said sarcastically, "apparently the last one wasn't good enough." she hummed, picking up her container, coffee and phone. connor sighed, "kails-" she cut him off, by turning back to him with a glare. "don't you ever call me that again, so help me god connor." she spat. he was defeated, he knew that much. she turned back and headed back upstairs.

oh how she loathed that boy, who threw away almost 2 years of pure bliss. pure romance. something out of this world. kailey did find out what changed, in those 24 hours and swore she'd place a dagger in their hearts at some point. his last words mere hours before, echoed his love, pure and committed adoration for the blonde. but like life, it can change in a mere moment.

“Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.”

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kailey sat down on the airplane, about to depart chicago and bring her to sunny los angeles. oh how she'd missed her home, and somebody that was waiting ever so patiently for her to return. she smiled, posting her photo dump from the summer. her first post since march. she deleted her instagram after responding to a few comments, allowing for the chaos to consume the hockey fandom. she turned her phone on airplane, drowning herself with music for the next 4 hours, not daring to look at the messages waiting for her when she landed.

“Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.” 

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oh, what the universe and all of its stars had instore for the young hughes and the bright superstar.

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@kaileyclara: little bit of this, little bit of that.

tags: tessavlasic, beccamuprhy, jordanbrisson and laurenorlando

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Come Back [Chapter 9][Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC]

Summary: Eight years ago, Bradley Bradshaw was just a college boyfriend who broke your heart. Now, he’s back in your life after a coincidental reunion, and he’s adamant about starting up a friendship. Will it be possible to be just friends with Bradley, or is he inevitably going to end up ruining everything you’ve spent the better part of a decade rebuilding?

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x OC [Nurse Maggie Brooms]

WC: 3.5K

Warnings: Cursing, angst, smut, sexual inexperience

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You walked away.

Bradley Bradshaw had stormed back into your life and uprooted everything you had spent the better part of a decade rebuilding in his wake.

You had loved Bradley once. It was the kind of love that sinks into your DNA and replicates. Love that clings to everything you own, like a fine dust. It didn't just go away because he cheated. It didn't disappear simply because you told him to go.

You hated to admit that you had thought of him the minute you stepped on San Diego soil after graduating your nursing program. You thought of Bradley as you watched the sun rise over the ocean. You had thought of Bradley so many times over the last eight years that he had become almost a figment of your imagination. He was like deja vu. You weren't sure if you remembered him, or simply the memories of him that had been living with you since the day he walked away.

It never crossed your mind that he would come back and beg for forgiveness.

The two of you had been kids back then. Neither of you had been ready for the life you had wanted together.

You walked out of Bradley’s house into the dark night and you could feel his eyes burning into your back as you drove away.

You needed time. And space. You needed to reconsider how Bradley fit into your life. If he fit at all.  

In the last eight years, everything had changed. And also nothing had changed. He still loved you. A part of you still loved him. But love wasn’t enough. You didn’t know if this Bradley had what it took to be the man you wanted. The man you needed. The man you deserved.

You were tired of trying to fix him.

***

You slept with Bradley six weeks after your first official date.

It had been you calling the shots, wanting to take it slow. And Bradley had been more than happy to go at your pace, something you had found surprising.

“Is this slutty enough?” you asked, turning around and holding up a black bra. Kailey scrunched her nose.

“Depends what you wear with it.”

“This,” you said, holding out a pair of black panties.

Kailey shook her head and stood up, rummaging through your dresser until she found a navy blue lace bodysuit.

“Wear this,” she said and you took it out of her hands. It had been part of a very questionable Halloween costume from the year before, but you had chickened out at the last minute and worn a sweater on top.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. You walked into the bathroom to put it on. “Does he know?” Kailey called out.

“Know what?”

“That you’ve only had sex once before this?”

“Yeah, he knows.” You yanked the bodysuit up and looked in the mirror. “I told him about Dan.”

“Is he pressuring you?” she asked. You sighed and opened the bathroom door.

“No, not at all,” you said, tossing your clothes in the hamper and pulling on a skirt over the bodysuit. “He’s been great, actually. Considering I threw myself at him the first night we met, he’s been good with taking it slow.”

“Because if you’re not ready…” she trailed off and you threw her a look.

“Mom,” you whined and Kailey laughed. You pulled a sweater over the skirt, tucking it in, and yanking on a pair of knee high heeled boots. “Alright, how do I look?”

“Like you are gonna get fucked.”

“Oh my GOD,” you said, and Kailey chuckled. “You’re so vulgar I love it.”

“I’m just saying, he better wrap it. We don’t need any children running around this apartment, it’s already small enough.”

“Can you imagine?” you asked, swiping on lipstick and tossing it into your purse for touch ups later. “OK, I should go, Bradley texted me he’s almost here.”

You stood up and shrugged on a coat. It was early December, and while Virginia was overall mild there was a definite chill in the air.

There was the slam of a car door, and the doorbell and you rushed to open it. Bradley held out a box of chocolates and you smiled, taking them in your hands and giving him a kiss. “Come in,” you said. “Let me just put these down and grab my bag.”

He stepped inside. Kailey lingered in the doorframe to the kitchen, sizing him up. “Hey Bradshaw,” she said and he gave her a smile.

“Kailey, how’s it going?”

“Oh, just fine,” she said and you put the chocolates down on the counter, scooping up your bag.

“I’ll see you later?” you asked her.

She gave you a grin. “Sounds like I won’t be seeing you until tomorrow.”

You groaned and she laughed, skipping off down the hall toward her room.

Bradley turned to you. “What’s she talking about?” he asked.

You put your hand on his arm, steering him toward the door. “It’s a surprise.”

You hadn’t told Bradley your plans. He thought you were going out for dinner and then back to his room to watch a movie. He didn’t know that you had a fistfull of condoms shoved in your purse, or that you had spent the entire night squeezing your thighs together, anxiety and nerves rolling over you as you watched Bradley talk across the table, his big hands milling in the air as he told a story. How all you could think of were those hands traveling up and down your body, his mouth between your legs.

“You OK?” Bradley asked as you walked down the hallway to his dorm room.

Threading your fingers through his, you nodded as he unlocked the door with one hand. Bradley had started to keep his room neater as the weeks went on and you spent more time together. There were no socks on the floor, no empty coffee cups stacked up on the desk. He flicked on a lamp, basking the room in a soft glow, and you dropped your purse on the ground near the desk.

“So what do you want to watch?” he asked, bending over his laptop and pulling up Netflix. “Comedy? Romance? Action. I know you’re not a fan of action movies but look at this one.” He pointed to the screen, turning around to gesture to you when his eyes widened. You had shed your skirt and sweater, ditched the boots, and were standing in the middle of the bedroom in the navy bodysuit. “Holy shit.”

Crossing the room, you slowly closed the laptop shut, winding your arms around Bradley’s neck. “Kiss me,” you said softly and he immediately reached down, grabbing your waist and pressing his lips to your neck.

“Fuck you look amazing,” he said, pulling away for a second and admiring you. You blushed and turned away and Bradley slid two fingers under your chin, pulling your gaze back to his. “Baby look at me. You’re so beautiful, I hope you know that. I’m seriously in awe of how fucking gorgeous you are.” His hands trailed gently over your sides, around to your ass. “Sometimes I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Let’s have sex,” you whispered into his ear and Bradley raised his eyebrows.

“Are you sure?” It wasn’t a leading question at all. You saw it in his face, he wanted you to be sure. “Because if you’re not ready, baby, that’s OK. There is no rush.”

You shook your head, taking his hand from your side and placing it on your breast. Bradley sucked in a sharp breath, his hand squeezing your flesh gently. “I want you, Bradley. Tonight.”

His lips crushed themselves against yours, as Bradley walked you backward toward the megabed, kicking off his shoes in the process. You slid your fingers under the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and dropping it on the floor, running your hands over the smooth muscles of his chest.

Lying down on the bed, you watched as Bradley unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground before he climbed in next to you in only a pair of green boxers. You leaned over and ran your hand down his arm.

“We can stop anytime you want,” Bradley whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

You shook your head. “Do you not want to sleep with me?”

“Babe,” he said, resting one hand on your bare thigh. “Of course I want to. I’ve wanted you since that first night you showed up to my room at three in the morning.” You groaned and tossed one arm over your face, embarrassed just at the memory of that night. Bradley chuckled. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known. I just want to make sure this is what you want.”

“Just kiss me already,” you whispered and Bradley laughed, rolling over and locking his lips on yours. One of his hands came up and gripped the back of your head as he slotted himself between your legs, your thighs squeezing around his hips as he rocked into you gently. You moaned as he pulled away, peppering light kisses on your neck before moving lower, gently palming at your chest before pulling the bodysuit to the side to lick your right nipple, then your left as you raised your hips, grinding up against him, desperate for friction. “Fuck, Bradley.”

He gave you a grin, one hand pressed against the lace covering your stomach as he moved down on the bed, lying on his stomach between your legs. You sat up a bit against the pillows, as Bradley raised his eyes to yours, one large hand pulling away from your thigh to drag the fabric of the bodysuit to the side, exposing your core.

You were nervous, and then he groaned and dipped his head, licking through your folds. It was the first time anyone had ever gone down on you, and you fell back against the bed in shock. You hadn’t been sure what to expect, but it wasn’t that. Bradley continued to lick upwards in short flicks before he centered on your clit and you let out a gasp, fingers bunching into the sheets.

“Are you OK?” he asked, raising his head and you simply pushed it back down, felt him chuckle between your legs as his mouth suctioned back against you.

“OH shit.” Bradley’s fingers dug into your thighs as the pressure in your lower stomach continued to build. “Wait, stop,” you said and he looked up, lips glistening.

“What is it?”

You shook your head. “I just, I don’t want to cum yet.”

He smirked, wiping at his lip with the back of his hand and crawling back up to where you lay on the bed. “That good, huh?”

You smacked his arm playfully and he laughed, pulling you in for a kiss, one large hand warm on your cheek. You rolled over until you were straddling him, feeling how hard he was in his boxers beneath you. As you lowered yourself over him, he groaned and the sound sent waves of pleasure straight between your legs. Grinding over him slowly, your fingers heavy on his chest, Bradley looked up at you. You smiled at him before he reached up, slipping the straps of your bodysuit off, pulling it below your breasts, sitting up and taking your nipple into his mouth. A strangled moan left your throat as he thrusted his hips up against you while sucking hard on your nipple before pulling his mouth off with a wet pop.

Rolling over, you shimmied off the rest of the bodysuit, lying on your back.

“Shit,” Bradley said, leaning over and digging through his drawer. “Where did I put those?”

“I have condoms in my bag,” you said and he gave you a questioning look. You shrugged. He stood up and crossed the room, opening your tote and letting out a cackle as he raised a fistful of condoms into the air.

“Mags, seriously, how many did you think we’d need?”

You gave him a small smile. “Better safe than sorry.”

He pinched one between his fingers, tugging his boxers off with the other hand before tearing the package open and sliding the condom on. When he turned to face you, your eyes went wide. “I’ll take it slow,” he said, walking over to the edge of the bed. “I promise.”

You nodded and Bradley climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. He ran his hands along your thighs, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. You raised both hands to his neck, pulling him in closer.

Finally, you felt him nudge at your entrance, pushing in gently and you gasped, hands dropping to Bradley’s upper arms.

“It’s OK,” he whispered, dropping his head toward your neck as he entered you slowly.

Your thighs shook as he continued to slide in. He was thicker than you had expected, and much longer, and it took a while for him to sink all the way in. Finally, Bradley let out a grunt and looked down at you in his arms.

“You OK baby?” he asked and you nodded feverishly.

“Yes, please, fuck me,” you begged and he smiled, sliding back out a few inches before pitching forward, his hips hitting yours, leaving you gasping for breath.

“Oh you like that?” he whispered, and you nodded. Bradley slid backwards again, snapping his hips into yours and pulling moans from your mouth as you tilted your head back against the pillow. “Fuck, baby girl, you are so damn pretty when you moan like that for me.”

All you could do was whine as he repeatedly fucked into you, one hand coming down to touch your clit, his thumb circling the bud as your legs tightened against his hips.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum,” Bradley whimpered near your shoulder as your hands pressed deep against his toned back.

You let out strangled moans as he picked up his pace, holding himself upright above you as he drove his hips into yours, pulling staccato whines from your lips.

“Shit!” he cried out, stalling inside of you before falling heavily against your bare chest. You wrapped your legs around him, hand stroking down his sweaty back. You hadn’t cum, but a part of you didn’t expect to. Not the first time. A moment later, he sat up, untangling himself and withdrawing from between your legs. There was a dull pain and you watched as he disposed of the condom before crawling back onto the bed, pulling you into his arms. You rested with your head on Bradley’s bare chest.

“How was I?” you asked and he laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Amazing,” he whispered and you rolled your eyes. “Mags, I’m serious. I can’t believe how lucky I am that you ever looked at me, let alone had sex with me.”

“Shut up,” you murmured. “You’re Bradley Bradshaw. You can get any girl on campus you want.”

He squeezed his arms around you, pulling you in tighter. “I don’t want any girl. I only want you.”

***

The day after your fight with Bradley, you found the first note.

It was tucked inside the mailbox next to the front door. You would have missed it on your way home after an exhausting 15-hour shift, if not for the corner edge sticking out of the metal flap of the box.

To Maggie, it read on the plain white envelope and you frowned, stepping inside and sliding a finger under the seal. Settling down onto the couch, you pulled open the tri-folded paper.

Hey Mags, it’s Bradley. Listen, I know you’re mad at me and you have every reason to be. It’s why I haven’t called you or texted or shown up in the middle of the night begging you to take me back. You need space, and I have to respect that.

I respect you, Mags. Despite what you may think. I’ve always respected you. I just lost my footing for a moment. But throughout it all, I never once lost respect for you. I lost respect for myself.

You might open this and throw it away without reading the full thing. And here’s why that would be a mistake: I love you, Maggie Brooms. I’ve been in love with you since the moment you walked into my life. And I’ve also known from the very beginning that you are way too good for me. That I was lucky you ever even looked my way. I’m so damn lucky to have a second shot, if we can call this a second shot.

I’m going to make you a few promises that I intend to keep. First, I will let you come to me when, if, you’re ready. I won’t bother you again in person until then. Second, I will be honest with you. I made that promise to you at that diner a month ago. I vow to keep it even if the truth hurts sometimes.

You’ll get a letter from me every day to recount all of the things we missed over these last eight years. Guess I should start from the beginning.

Here we go.

I cried when you walked the stage at graduation. Michael Brackney sat next to me, and I had to pretend it was allergies, but it wasn’t. You looked so fucking beautiful up there, in that white dress underneath the navy robes. At that point it had been five days and fourteen hours since you had thrown me out of your apartment. It felt like months not being able to speak to you every day. Hear your laugh. Watch you light up the room. Simply sit there and watch you talk and think about how much I loved you.

After the ceremony I spotted you and your parents off to the side. Your father looked at me and it went without saying. He hated me, to the depths of my being. I turned away as fast as I could.

I didn’t have anyone there with me at graduation, so I ate dinner with some guys from the fraternity and their parents in the great hall. But the whole time I had my eye on you. A part of me was counting down the seconds before I watched you slip out of the doors into the warm May night. I knew it would probably be the last time I would ever see you.

You didn’t know it, but I sat in my truck and lingered outside your apartment that night after the ceremony. I watched you inside packing up box after box.

It kills me to know that when I finally gave up, gave in to the feelings of inadequacy and fear and guilt that prevented me from throwing the car in park, ringing the bell, begging for forgiveness, I was probably only a few minutes too late to take you to the hospital. I can’t stop thinking how if I had waited just a few more minutes, if I hadn’t been so selfish, I could have been there for you.

I hate that I wasn’t there to support you. I hate that I didn’t know we lost the baby neither of us knew we ever had. I hate that you had to be alone in such a dark time.

I spent years hating myself for how I treated you, Mags. I spent years trying to block out how I had screwed up the only thing in my life that had ever gone right. You were, and still are, the best thing that ever happened to me.

I had done too much damage to ever be worthy of you. That’s why I drove away that night without trying to get you back. It’s why you haven’t heard from me over the last eight years. I was scared and I didn’t think I deserved to win you back.

I’ve never been more proud than I was the moment you crossed that stage at graduation. You did it with such grace and poise and I know that only a few days before I had done the most selfish thing in the world and I had broken a piece of you and taken it with me in the dark of the night.

I need you to know, Mags, that I’ve never forgiven myself.

There’s a piece of you inside of me, Maggie Brooms. You have a piece of my heart. And I think I have a piece of yours.

You deserve the world. I’m not sure I can give you that, but I will try my hardest.

You’re my dream girl, Maggie. You are my home. I've always been trying to find my way back to you.

Love,

Bradley

A/N: I'm sorry for any epistolary haters out there — I used to be like you too, but have learned to love letters in stories.