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goodwhump-temp · 1 year ago

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Shawn Spencer Whump | Psych

1x02 Spellingg Bee - Motorcycle crash, hospital, knee brace, limp, bumps into bin, pain 1x03 Woman Seeking Dead Husband - Held at gunpoint x2 1x05 Lives - Held at gunpoint 1x06 Weekend Warriors - Held at gunpoint 1x15 Scary Sherry - Nightmare

2x02 65 Million Years Off - Shot at, scared 2x03 Psy vs Psy - Hostage 2x04 Zero to Murder in 60s - Brief boo-boo (chair race sabatoged) 2x05 And Down the Stretch... - Childhood bully 2x07 If You're So Smart... - Bullied by children 2x09 Bounty Hunters! - Handcuffed, jumps off boat, held at gunpoint 2x13 Lights, Camera… - Nearly nailed to death (38:00), character funeral 2x15 Black and Tan - Sad (18:30) 2x16 Shawn (and Gus) of the Dead - Mummy 'curse'

3x01 Ghosts - [Flashback; emo/arrested] Increasingly angry about mothers' return, confrontation, heartbroken 3x04 Greatest Adventure in the History of Basic Cable - Shot at, chased x3, restrained, held at helicopter-point and gunpoint, betrayed 3x06 There Might Be Blood - Held at gunpoint, dangerous confrontation 3x08 Gus Walks Into A Bank - Held back, worried, bank hostage, tight gus hug, manhandled 3x10 Six Feet Under the Sea - Held at gunpoint 3x11 Lassie Did a Bad, Bad Thing - Punched unconscious, hostage, held at gunpoint, pistol whipped, fatherly care, nearly passes out (40:15) 3x12 Earth, Wind And… - Runs into burning building, oxygen mask, held at firepoint, caught in burning building, briefly thought dead, coughing/smoke inhalation 3x13 Any Given Friday Night at 10PM - 'Abducted' 3x14 Truer Lies - Held at gunpoint 3x15 Tuesday the 17th - 'Trips', held at 'knifepoint' 3x16 An Evening with Mr. Yang - Angry, mom held hostage, scared, heartbroken

4x01 Extradition: British Colombia - Held at gunpoint x2 4x02 He Dead - Daddy issues 4x03 High Noon-ish - Stampede/pushed, falls into mineshaft, pain, held at gunpoint, trapped 4x04 Devil is in the Details… - Confession 4x05 Shawn Gets the Yips - Scared/dumb ("bomb" on treadmill) 4x06 Bollywood Homicide - Slapped (39:15) 4x07 High Top Fade Out - Held at gunpoint, shot at 4x09 Shawn Takes A Shot in the Dark - Shot, abducted/missing, bleeding, pain, knocked unconscious, choked, jumps on moving car, weak, sling 4x10 You Can't Handle This Episode - Shot at 4x12 A Very Juliet Episode - Held at gunpoint, punched x2, knocked down x2, kicked 4x16 Mr. Yin Presents - Nightmare, angry, heartbroken x2, fatherly love

5x01 Romeo & Juliet & Juliet - Held at gunpoint, falls through window, kicked through wall, insane dodging skillz, knocked down, sore 5x03 Not Even Close, Encounters - Held at gunpoint/abducted by 'aliens' 5x04 Chivalry is Not Dead - Hanging upside down (tomato face), poisoned, collapse, hospital, unconscious 5x07 Ferry Tale - Held at gunpoint x2, hostage, kicked in the face, tear gas inhalation, restrained, trips/tumbles down a hill 5x09 One, Maybe Two, Ways Out - Seriously heartbroken 5x12 Dual Spires - Trapped in burning house 5x13 We'd Like to Thank the Academy - Held at gunpoint x2 5x16 Yang 3 in 2D - Held at shotgunpoint, scared

6x01 Shawn Rescues Darth Vader - Jumps off roof 6x02 Last Night Gus - Hungover, stressed, jumps from balcony, shot at 6x04 Amazing Psych-Man & Tap-Man - Trips, found unconscious, punched, kicked x2, thrown, sand to the eye, exhausted 6x06 Shawn Interrupted - Mental patient, hands covered, knocked unconscious, restrained, held at gunpoint 6x09 Neil Simons Lover Retreat - Robbed, heartbroken x2 (29:35), smile through the pain (42:00) 6x10 Indiana Shawn and the Temple - Hand stuck, slapped, manhandled, held at gunpoint, 'crying' 6x13 Let's Doo-Wap it Again - Appendicitis, collapse, hospital drama-queen, held at gunpoint, drugged, drugs wear off, le rigor mortis, le pain, le kitty cat! 6x16 Santabarbaratown - Held at knifepoint, knocked unconscious, black-eye

7x01 Santabarbaratown 2 - Scared, angry, thrown, active mine, held at gunpoint x3, Lassie love 7x02 Juliet Takes A Luvvah - Traumatized (27:00) 7x03 Lassie Jerky - Shot at, held at gunpoint 7x04 No Country For Two Old Men - Held at gunpoint 7x06 Cirque Du Soul - Pain from pull-ups 7x07 Deez Nups - Huge confession, heartbroken 7x08 Right Turn Or Left For Dead - Insomnia, regret, depressed, head slammed into glass, bruise, concussion, denial, stabbed, nearly hit by truck, headache, tackled 7x11 Office Space - Poked x2, trips, bloody nose, scared, framed 7x14 No Trout About It - Painful yoga, choked, fired

8x01 Lock, Stock… - Held at gunpoint, "restrained" 8x05 COG Blocked - Jumpscared out of hammock, painful poke, body decked by cane, held at gunpoint 8x07 Shawn & Gus Truck Things Up - Hand squeezed painfully 8x09 Nightmare on State Street - Slapped, zombie 8x10 The Break-Up - Nervous, held at gunpoint, shot at, emotional

#whump #emotional whump #whump list #whumplist #psych #psych whump #shawn spencer #shawn spencer whump #james roday #james roday whump #shawn spencer whumplist #psych tv

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icarusredwings · 3 months ago

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Thinking about Wade coming home to find Logan taking a nap with all of his adopted daughters who are most certianly whole grown ups by now, Like Yukio, Laura, Rouge, and Jubilee as well as Mary Puppins.

And you know what? It's the happiest nap he's ever had but also highly stressed out when they leave. Wolverine fathers usually don't stay with their kits, but obviously, he's an exception, individually snuggling them all only to instantly sit up, claws drawn the second the door opens and he gets a knife to the head.

"Hey do you guys-... OUCH...Rude."

And Yukio is like, "oopsies." But Logan just gives her an approving nod and a "good one, kid."

"Well, fine. No burritos for you then. Jeez."

Between sparing with them and hearing, "You haven't changed a bit, huh?" 4 different times, him giving Laura a scratch on the scalp in which she almost cries because that's the exact spot her dad used to do it, Yukio telling him stories about Wade and Negasonic, and Jubilee and Rouge talking in their own slangs while hugging him (and yet... somehow, he can understand them. It's weird. Like he just autoamtically gets their accents and odd words.) Everything is almost perfect. About as perfect as you can be with 6 different mutants in one tiny appartment.

Al isn't really sure what's happening this entire day, but enjoys the company and knows for a fact that these girls have Logan absolutely trained, correcting his manners and his language, telling stories from way back when, stories about their current lives, makes him eat real food not just liquor. Etc.

But when they leave, She can hear him pacing the apparent like a stressed-out tiger, back and forth, back and forth.

"Why did you lie?" She asks, and he stops and is like,"What? I didn't - " She smiles and goes. "You told them you'd be fine, and now you're making a new path in my floors."

"I dont know okay!?" But he does know. Oh he knows so much but he doesn't know how to describe it on an emotional level. He misses them already, he misses having something to protect, what if they get hurt without him? What if- but Puppins comes over and yips at him. Its time for her walk.

This is when Logan realizes that the others are strong enough to take care of themsleves, that hes trained them too. Well.. or at least a different version of him did. But puppins didn't. Puppins needs him. And will forever. This idea alone brings him great comfort, but he still invites his daughters over as much as possible and visibly gets upset if they say they're too busy. It was hard enough getting them together in the first place. Everybody say thank you, Wade, for making those calls since Mr. Manly man was too emotionally distant and embarrassed to do it.

Welcome to dad life, Logan. It's a hell of a ride.

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cameronspecial · 7 months ago

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Frat rafe and sorority y/n smut

Rule Number 3

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: SMUT and maybe swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

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This is wrong. She is breaking the rules, but she doesn’t care because what he is doing to her right now feels so right. Her body is squished between the bathroom counter and Rafe as his hands run all over, giving her bum a small squeeze. Her hands fly to his head and throw off the snap-back hindering her ability to grip his hair. His hair gel will leave a faint coat on her fingers; she doesn’t care. “Ha, looks like Ms. Delta Gamma is needy,” he teases against her lips, dropping his head to above her breasts. Her low-cut dress allows him access to the top of her boobs and he can’t stop himself from marking them as his own. She groans at the sharp feeling of his bite. She tugs his head back and pushes him onto his knees, “Ms. Delta Gamma is going to leave and take care of herself if Mr. Beta Delta doesn’t eat her out soon.” His grin turns wicked as he flips the skirt of her dress over his head, disappearing from her sight. She can’t see him, yet she feels him rip off her underwear. She lets out a small yip and she tracks his hand as he shoves her underwear into his back pocket. He gets to work sucking on her clit, occasionally grazing his teeth against the skin. She moans at the feeling and holds his head in place. “God, that feels great.”

He feels how wet she grows, so he moves on to her hole. He darts his whole inside of her and he hungers for anything he can get into his mouth. Her grip on his hair tightens the closer she gets to the edge. She hooks her leg over his shoulder to lock him in. She works with him by grinding her hips into his mouth.

She doesn’t hold back her yells when she is pushed to an orgasm, letting him work her through it. He comes out from under her skirt and stands with a smirk. His chin glistens with her release. His eyes flick from her mouth to his hard-on and she gets the message. She sinks to her knees. Her hands on his hips direct him to be the one against the counter. Her fingers work on the button of his yellow shorts and she yanks them down along with his underwear. His dick flicks upward, hitting against his stomach. She drools at the sight in front of her. She has heard rumours about her size and certainly isn’t disappointed that they are true. One hand circles his base; the other cups his balls. She juggles them between her fingers like marbles.

He grunts when she takes him into her mouth, ignoring her gag reflexes as she goes down to the base. The tip of her nose brushes his Adonis belt. It is his turn now to lace his fingers through her hair to keep her where she is. Her head bobs at a fast pace, quickly bringing him near an explosion. However, before he lets go, he pulls her from his length. “I’m coming inside of you if it is the last thing that I do,” he orders. He helps her to her feet and rests her on the counter.

The bottom of her skirt bunches at her belly. He brings her to the edge of the marble and throws her feet over his shoulders. Her eyes follow his hand as he pumps his saliva-covered length and aligns it to her entrance. He rests the head inside of her, staying there for a second. “I swear to God if you don’t star-” She is interrupted by his harsh thrust inside of her that hits exactly where she needs it. She jerks forward and wraps her arms around his neck to anchor herself. His hands drop to her butt to stabilize her and he begins to thrust upward. The movement causes him to stumble backwards. He saves himself by sitting on the toilet. She takes it upon herself to take the lead and lowers her legs from his shoulders so they rest beside his lips. She places her hands on his hips, moving her hips to write coconut because she knows how it drives men crazy. Eventually, they need more, so she bounces on his length. They are both brought to their own personal heavens. He spasms inside of her while she clenches around him. They both pant as he pulls out of her and she smiles at the feeling of his cum leaking out of her.

They make quick haste in composing themselves and leave the bathroom a few minutes apart. Once she is out the door, she is confronted by Sunny, the president of her sorority. The displeasure on Sunny’s face tells Y/N her fellow sister knows what happened in the bathroom and with whom. “Y/N Y/L/N, because you are in violation of Delta Gamma’s rule number three. You are sentenced to probation until the Delta Gamma sisters can convene to decide your fate,” Sunny rules. Y/N’s eyes flicker to Rafe, who is watching from the sideline and his look of worry for her cements her decision. She steps toward Sunny, “No need for any convening. I resign from being Delta Gamma.”

“You are making a grave mistake.”

“No, the only grave mistake would be letting go of what I could have with Rafe because of a stupid rule. There are other sororities, but there is only one person who can make me feel like I am alive. And that’s him.”

As soon as she distances herself from the President, Rafe is by her side, throwing his arm over her shoulder and giving her a kiss on the cheek. They may not know where this is going, but they are going to figure it out together.

Taglist: @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming @magicalyoura @rubixgsworld

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #rafe cameron imagine #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader #rafe cameron smut

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uhhlifeig · 1 month ago

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Spooky - October 25 - word count: 490 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus strolled down their quiet London street, walking Padfoot. Or rather, a “ghost” Padfoot.

The dog was draped in a white bedsheet, complete with lopsided eye holes Sirius had proudly cut himself.

The “spookiest dog in London,” the older man had declared. The werewolf snorted just thinking about it.

As they walked, Padfoot swayed with every step, the sheet flapping dramatically in the evening breeze.

A couple of neighbors stopped and stared, while others tried (and failed) to hold back their laughter.

“Is that… Remus, is that your dog under there?” Mrs. Billings from next door called out, squinting at them.

“Yes,” he replied, feigning exasperation. “He’s very into Halloween, apparently.”

Padfoot barked loudly in agreement, strutting around proudly, the sheet rustling as he strutted along with an exaggerated wiggle of his tail.

A group of small kids on the corner pointed, wide-eyed. “It’s a ghost dog!” one gasped.

Padfoot lifted his head and let out an enthusiastic howl, the sound muffled and hilariously dramatic under the sheet.

The children squealed and clapped, and one of them came over and gave “Ghost Dog” a quick pat on the head before running back to his friends, shrieking, “I touched a real ghost!”

“Enjoying the attention, are we?” Remus murmured to the dog animagus, who responded with a proud little yip, as if to say, Of course.

Just then, Padfoot attempted to hop up on a bench, attempting to dramatically perch- but his paws slipped on the fabric, and the sheet fell. He scrambled, tail wagging furiously as he tried to get free.

Remus couldn’t hold back his laughter as he bent down, helping untangle his dramatic “ghost.” “Come on, Scary Dog, before you hurt yourself.”

Padfoot barked again, giving his most dignified shake before trotting onward, head held high as if the mishap had never happened. They continued down the street, gathering chuckles, waves, and even a few phone photos as Padfoot continued his ghostly strut through London.

By the time they turned toward home, Padfoot was still proudly wearing his “costume,” though it was now askew, draped over him like a toga.

As soon as they stepped into their flat and closed the door, Sirius transformed back, still tangled in the sheet and grinning like a maniac. “Did you see their faces? I’m a legend!”

The younger man smirked, crossing his arms. “You’re a menace, that’s what you are. We’re probably going viral by now.”

Sirius threw the sheet dramatically over his head, leaning in with wide eyes. “OoOoo, beware, Remus Lupin, I’ll haunt you foreeeever…”

The dirty-blonde man laughed, rolling his eyes as the noiret did his ghost impression. “You’ve been haunting me for years already. You think I’m scared now?”

Sirius grinned. “Just you wait. I’m the ghost with the most!”

Remus chuckled, reaching out to ruffle Sirius’s hair, walking into the kitchen. “Alright, Casper, let’s get you some tea. Your ‘haunting’ has probably terrified the whole neighborhood.”

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formosusiniquis · 4 months ago

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Earlier this/last week @thefreakandthehair did some possible s5 scene speculation based on some leaked pics that circulated. The scene and it's kas!eddie/pre-steddie implications stuck with me and now I present you all with this

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Maybe he should feel worse about it, but the first thing Steve thinks when he hears the voices cresting up the hill, angry in a way that sounds drunk, is he's glad.

It's not that he wants the kid's mourning time interrupted, Steve is just glad for something to do. Something that isn't standing off to the side doing his own mental math. How long do you have to know someone to feel this anguish looking at their headstone? How long to make it okay that you've added their grave to your city patrol, checking a couple times a week for new graffiti and especially two hours before picking up Dustin to bring him here. At least his time on the ladder outside The Hawk was well spent, paint remover and rags in his trunk beside a bat that only leaves to join him in places like this.

They put Eddie's grave near the back but it's still surrounded. The Hawkins Cemetery taking on dozens of new residents, tall dirt mounds marking their new homes. He tries not to think too much about the details. Was this the plot Mr. Munson had bought for himself? Did the government provide it? The least they could do for the hero they're generously allowing to take the role of villain, a free plot for an empty grave.

He's five back and four to the right of another empty grave, Steve needs to remember flowers next time he comes. Anniversaries have always stuck in his mind. Four years maybe geraniums.

Ball caps crest over the hill before faces, and he already knows this won't be good. Tiger green has become his least favorite color. He pats Dustin on the shoulder, letting the kid know he's stepping back and away. Let it look like privacy, not that he’s done more than stare. Edward Munson Now with God.

Meandering over to where the problem is headed his way, Steve wonders if that was deliberate. A preventative measure, to keep people away. Or is Mr. Munson a devout believer, hoping this inscribed plea will help the universe do right by his boy?

He tries not to think too hard about it.

There are other things to worry about. Five important things in ballcaps and letterman jackets, stalking up faster like the closer they get the better they can smell the blood in the water. He hadn’t moved fast enough. They’re too close. To him, to Dustin. Andrews and Miller and Jackson and Thompson and one other, three seniors, a junior, and a reedy kid that must be a sophomore like Dustin. Faces he recognizes in the vague sense of athletic camaraderie. Guys he’s played pickup with on nice days.

“What’re you doing here, Harrington?” It doesn’t matter who actually says it, it’s the voice of the mob. There’s a blankness in all of their eyes, maybe he was wrong about them not being drunk. Mob justice, the spirit of the night.

“Feels like I should be asking you fellas that.”

“Kid up there’s been running his mouth, he’s gotta learn what happens to freaks around here.”

They’re way too close. Steve can tell Dustin heard that the same way he can tell when the kid is ignoring him on purpose. There’s a second that he thinks about playing along, five on one, if he could play the jock card and get away with it things could be easier. But Dustin is pointedly not listening now, picking at the grass that’s barely started growing over the dirt they covered Eddie’s grave in.

“That’s not gonna happen, not while I’m standing here.”

Five against one.

He’s still not very good in a fight with people. Maybe it’s the fucking yips.

The bat has worked as a deterrent. When people with anger and bile in their eyes looked at him cleaning up red painted words across grey granite. Nails pointedly facing the sky, keeping their sneers at a distance.

Held at his side, they all know he doesn’t want to hit anyone with it. He swings low, he pulls them shy.

It isn’t long before it’s wrestled away. Tossed to the side and he’s left with only fists to swing.

When the first hand closes around his collar, the seams on his sleeve popping, the adrenaline presents him a pointless gift. The collar on Dustin’s shirt didn’t get torn by the agitator in their washing machine. Of all the things to lie about, of course he lied about this.

The telltale throb of his pulse in his face and his fists point to the fight going rapidly down hill. He’s put one down. Four against one.

“Hey assholes!” And of course Dustin can’t help but get involved.

“Get out of here,” Steve tries to urge him away. Can’t make the gesture with his hands, every time he moves another person grabs his shoulder or his arm. Pulling him deeper into the fight. Like he’s that horse in the swamp in that movie.

But Dustin doesn’t listen. Of course he doesn’t listen. Dustin is swinging the bat wildly like it’s a club and he’s BamBam, he’s going to hurt himself before he hurts someone else.

Andrews or Miller or Jackson, they're all the same in this mob, pull away from him. Moving toward Dustin.

“Get away from him! Get away from him,” Steve struggles, shouting even as his voice cracks. He can't get away, can't move. Two people have his arms held. The sleeve of his shirt rips. The third hits him again.

Pain and adrenaline, there's a ringing in his ears that drowns out whatever Dustin is saying. Mouth moving in a babble that Steve can't make heads or tails of with his blurred out vision.

But he sees the swing. Dustin unused to the weight of the bat, the hit lands too close to the handle.

He only gets the one. Then it’s ripped from his hands and tossed back toward Eddies grave.

Then he sees the swing. A fist that lands exactly where it's meant to. Dustin staggers back but stays standing. Staggers closer to the grave.

Where rivulets of red are spreading across the ground the same way they're pouring from his face.

Steve struggles harder, pain tolerance fucked he can barely even feel the hits that have been landing. He has to get to Dustin.

Long black claws, a hand with greyed flesh. It digs itself into the ground ready to pull itself up.

“Dustin, Dustin, you have to run. Go!”

“I'm not fucking leaving.”

Another hit. It takes Dustin down this time. One eye blinks as the other already begins to swell. Steve can taste blood in his mouth.

A dark streak launches itself into the air. Moving too fast to make out anything but big, it vanishes into the dusky fall sky. Steve tries to track it. Tries to keep his eye on it and Dustin and the guys.

Another swing, on Steve this time. Attention drawn too many places he doesn't see it coming. Hard across the temple, one of these assholes is still wearing his class ring.

Vision greying out, when Steve can see again there's one more missing. The hold on his arms is slack. Steve pulls loose, running straight for Dustin, trying to pull him up from the ground.

“We've got to go. C'mon, Dust, we've got to get back to the car. Make the call.”

He's tugging but Dustin isn't moving. The sound of a scream takes the air. Steve doesn't know if he can pick him up. Isn't sure he ever healed right after the bats.

Another scream. Another. Dustin is moving now. Barely. Feet stumbling over themselves. Two hard hits to the head, could be a concussion.

It's following them. Moving faster through the air than they have any hope of on their feet. Prey. They're running, they have to try.

Swooping low, the thing passes overhead. That throaty clicking that haunts his nightmares fills the air. It lands on two legs. Tall and human. Long, leathery wings extend from its back. Steve's bat clutched in its hands. It walks closer. Stalking.

Steve tries to shove Dustin farther behind him. Tries. Tries. But the thing walking toward them, it's Eddie.

He struggles against Steve's hold. “Let go. Let me go! It's Eddie, he's alive.”

“Dustin. Don't. Dustin,” he isn't sure what he's trying to stop. He isn't sure he can anymore.

Back wheels skidding on a wet road. There's a helplessness every time he realizes that things are starting again. When he knows for sure that the wreck is going to happen, fishtailing out of his control.

It's November and it's back.

It's back and it's wearing Eddie's face.

At least when he comes to the end of his borrowed time, the thing that will kill him will be beautiful. Even with the milky film covering those big brown eyes. Even though he looks pale as a corpse.

Predator. Eddie moves with a fluid grace. Closer. Closer.

Anything is better than the demogorgon. He supposes. But he probably shouldn't be thinking that either.

Will Dustin run when he goes down?

Steve thinks they're about to find out. Eddie starts to fold, a sprinter getting into position, a cat about to pounce.

Only he keeps going, collapsing until he's down on one knee. Far enough away that if they had to, Steve thinks they could get away before he's chasing them again. Close enough that he can make out the humor that's spread across a smile with too many new teeth. A seriousness in his eyes. He holds the bat flat across both hands, offering it out to Steve. Urging him to step forward and take it. Proposing.

“Your scepter, my king, you're going to need it. Vecna is coming but I have a plan.”

#kas!eddie #democreature eddie #vampire eddie munson #the what is vague but you get the idea #pre steddie #my fic #steve and dustin #lex presents a potential s5 scene that would be deeply impactful and make for an amazing steve and dustin moment #me reading that: but wouldn't if be cool if that's when eddie shows up #anyway i realized too late that a scene that hinges on a fight meant i had to write a fight now here we are

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nakuuro1994 · 11 months ago

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So essentially my own personal AU version of Mrs. Yip from the Nickelodeon Animated Series “T.U.F.F. Puppy” full name would be “Mrs. Yolanda Yip” as I was just thinking about maybe having her as a Cantonese immigrant from Hong Kong who’s a close family friend of Snaptrap’s family as I was also thinking that she use to be Snaptrap’s babysitter growing up as well a actual mother-figure to him as well since his own mother was so cold & distant towards him as a kid!!!

But yeah, Mrs. Yip actually legally adopted & gained custody of him from his abusive mother a while ago when he was younger.

So at least Snaptrap is happy with his new loving & caring mom in this particular AU story!!!😅👌

~ Snaptrap: Ah Mrs. Yip, the closest thing to a actual mother that I ever had growing up!!! I should really give her a Mother’s Day gift!!

Plus can imagine a pretty funny scenario where Katty Katswell & Snaptrap would start to commit some crimes around the city together….only to be stopped by they’re respective moms!!!🤣👌

~ Mrs. Katswell: KATTY?! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO STEAL!!!😡☝️

~ Katty Katswell: (while being grabbed by the ear) OW OW OW!!! IM SORRY MAMA!!!😫

~ Mrs Yip: 我要告诉你多少次？别抢银行了!!！(Translated from her native Chinese: “How many times do I have to tell you? Stop robbing the bank!!!”)😠

~ Snaptrap 是的，妈妈，对不起 (Translated from his learned Chinese “Yes mom, sorry”)😒

Not to mention that my own personal AU version of Mrs. Yip is also a member of D.O.O.M. (Specifically the team’s landlady since she also happens to own their iconic headquarters)

I also like to imagine that since her own personal nail & hair salon is SO popular around Petropolis that she can actually afford to own several high priced properties around the city.

Plus she would also most likely act like a little den mother to the other members of D.O.O.M. (Much to Snaptrap’s own embarrassment)

Not to mention that she even acts as a fellow henchman for D.O.O.M. during their regular evil schemes (even though she’s pretty much the only competent henchman on the team).

#nickelodeon #au fanfiction #au fanart #t.u.f.f. puppy #Mrs. Yip #nicktoons

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sailorstar9 · 13 days ago

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My Fiancé Gave Me the Silent Treatment for 3 Years but Proposed to His First Love; I Just Laughed Warning: Anti-Gaming, Anti-Yun Jin, Angst, Modern AU Trigger warning: Cheating

For three whole years, F/N's fiancé emotionally abused her. At a once-in-a-decade grand banquet in Liyue, he openly proposed to his first love.

Later, F/N sweetly announced on her social media: 'I'm getting married'.

But Gaming called F/N late at night, “F/N, I never said I was going to marry you.”

F/N chuckled softly, “I never said the groom was you.”

Then, a set of photos spread across the Internet, shocking the entire city. The man who was the heir to one of Natlan's oldest families opened his arms, allowing F/N to throw herself into his embrace, even lowering his head willingly, letting her kiss him.

F/N stood up after putting on the dress.

The makeup artist couldn't help but whisper on awe, “Miss L/N, you look absolutely stunning in this dress.”

F/N gently thanked her and pushed the door open, only to be greeted by a stir downstairs. Through the giant golden revolving doors, F/N saw her fiance of three years, Yip Gaming, publicly escorting a young and beautiful woman. More absurdly, she was wearing the exact same dress as F/N.

Tonight was the banquet the likes of which hadn't seen in decades in Liyue. Everyone present was at the top of the social pyramid, sharp-eyed and astute. Naturally, they quickly realized the dress I was wearing was nothing more than a high-quality knock-off.

For twenty-one years, this was F/N's first time dressing up like this. As it turns out, she was just a well-dressed clown.

“Gaming, who is the lady beside you?” someone curious couldn't help but ask.

Gaming held the woman's hand, “This is my girlfriend, Yun Jin. But after tonight, she'll be my fiancee.”

“And what about Miss L/N?”

Gaming looked at F/N coldly, “The engagement with the L/N family has already been called off. For the past three years, the Yip family has been more than generous to the L/N family.”

He wasn't wrong; if it won't for the hundred million dowry given during our engagement, the L/N family would have gone bankrupt a long time ago. Would my parents still be able to live in luxury?

Gaming then knelt down on one knee, pulling out a diamond ring to propose to Yun Jin. She burst into tears, throwing herself into Gaming's arms. He tenderly wiped away her tears, comforting and kissing her.

F/N watched as Yun Jin was surrounded by those socialite ladies, all eager to engage in lively conversation. After tonight, she will no longer be a minor star or a much-discussed third party. But as for F/N, for the L/N family, there would probably be no place for them in Liyue.

“Can you move?” a voice sounded from behind.

F/N turned to see two socialite looking girls holding plates of hors d'oeuvre, staring at her impatiently and F/N stepped aside.

“Her dress is so cheap.”

“I wonder what kind of fabric this knock-off is made of. Touching it would probably cause a rash.”

“And she still has the nerve to stand here. So embarrassing.”

Expressionless, F/N walked to the corner of the resting area, pretending not to hear the malicious gossip. Her phone rang and F/N's mother's voice came through, angry and humiliated. “F/N, the Yip family is breaking off the engagement and we have to return the fifty million of dowry. Three years and you couldn't even hold on to a man. You're useless. You figure out the fifty million yourself: we won't give a single cent.”

“I heard Mr. Malipo came to Liyue for a vacation and will be attending the banquet tonight.”

“That's unlikely. Mr. Malipo rarely attends such events.”

“You're right. After all, the last time he made a public appearance was on the international news.”

The rustling noise of F/N opening her laptop alerted the two women talking, their conversation coming to an abrupt halt and they slowly walked away.

With her phone beside her with the Stock Exchange app open, F/N opened a tab on her laptop to reveal her stocks portfolio. What everyone had forgotten about her mother's family was that her maternal grandfather had been Liyue's 'God of Stocks' and she had inherited his talent.

Not far away, the banquet had just began; F/N's ex-fiance and his lover were probably enjoying a sweet dance together.

With a couple of taps on her laptop touchpad, F/N sold off several stocks and bonds, very easily accumulating 30 million of the required 50 million with the remaining 20 million garnered from two of her matured time deposits.

“Mr. Malipo, are you going in now?”

Kinich didn't respond, only accepting the cigarette case handed to him by his assistant. He took out a light grey cigarette and opened a small, delicate box. Holding the cigarette between his fingers, he dipped it into the finely ground deep red spice powder. Then, he gently tapped off the excess before extending his hand to his assistant. The assistant quickly handed him a lighter and Kinich lit the cigarette.

“You all go ahead.” Kinich said as he took a few steps towards the yacht's railing. “I'll finish this cigarette.”

The host of tonight's banquet had pulled every possible string for Kinich to show up. Originally, he wasn't interested, but his family Elders had been pestering about marriage over the phone the moment his flight landed. So, he used this event as an excuse to steal some peace. Just halfway through his cigarette, Kinich caught sight of the unmistakable glare of a laptop not faraway. Under the dim moonlight, he noticed the side-profile of the laptop's owner, the contours of her face reminding him of his grandfather's bosom buddy, the fabled 'God of Stocks'. So, that's the granddaughter.

Kinich's phone suddenly rang, alerting F/N of a second person's presence.

“I told you, I'll handle the marriage situation.” Kinich took the call. “Don't worry. I won't let grandpa pass away with any regrets.” he sounded slightly frustrated and lit a cigarette. The glow of the cigarette illuminated his stern profile.

Suddenly, F/N realized she knew Kinich.

At that moment, Kinich turned back and their eyes met.

“I overheard your call.” F/N spoke as Kinich walked towards her. “I have a deal for you.”

“A deal?” Kinich echoed. “Miss L/N, what kind of deal are you proposing?”

“You need a wife.” F/N pointed out, closing her laptop. “Marry me and you'll gain the sole, exclusive services of the 'Securities Empress'.”

“What's your condition?” Kinich asked, intrigued.

“My fiance broke off our engagement and I want him to regret choosing the other woman over me.” F/N declared.

“Broken off?” Kinich frowned.

“Yes.” F/N flashed an unperturbed smile. “Broken off.”

“I accept the deal.” Kinich answered. “But I have one condition; we'll register the marriage in three days. You overheard my call earlier. My grandfather isn't in good health and he's eager to see his grandson's wife enter the family. Is that inconvenient?”

“No.” F/N grinned. “I also get to rub it in my mother's face; she'd always told me that marrying into the Yip family is the best I can do.”

“Then, it's settled.” Kinich nodded. “The day after tomorrow, I'll send someone to pick you up.”

“Wait, how did you know where I live?” F/N blinked.

Kinich remained silent before proceeding to leave.

F/N, too, was about to leaven when Gaming, slightly tipsy, suddenly came over and grabbed her wrist. “F/N, I've been waiting for three years, waiting for you to bow your head and beg me. If you're willing to soften up like those other women, I'll give your family not just a hundred million, but a billion.”

“You're drunk, Gaming.” F/N told him impassively and pushed him away.

But a drunk man is hard to shake off; Gaming's bloodshot eyes stared at F/N, then fixated on the laptop bag she had slung over her shoulder. “Why do you have your laptop here?”

“That's none of your business, Gaming.” F/N fired back.

“None of my business?” Gaming's face contorted slightly. “F/N, I want to see who dares to touch Yip Gaming's woman.” he gripped the laptop bag strap and pulled it off, tearing down F/N's balloon sleeve in the process.

The next second, a sharp voice rang out. “F/N, how shameless can you be?” Yun Jin rushed over, fuming as she raised her hand to slap F/N.

“What's going on here?” a deep voice interrupted, calm yet commanding.

Yun Jin froze, her hand suspended in the air and the next second, Gaming pulled her aside.

The crowd turned to the sound as F/N readjusted her sleeve and someone gasped. “It's Mr. Malipo.”

“Which Mr. Malipo?”

“Who else? Kinich Malipo.”

Kinich only glanced at F/N briefly before looking away. He leaned towards his female assistant and whispered something. She immediately walked through the crowd and picked up the fallen laptop bag, handing it to F/N. “Young Mistress, let me take you downstairs to rest.”

F/N nodded stiffly and thanked her.

As the two women left, the crowd had gone silent.

“Mr. Malipo, it's all a misunderstanding.” Gaming, now mostly sober, carefully tried to explain.

“What misunderstanding?” Kinich's voice remained calm.

“Yun Jin is my girlfriend.” Gaming's voice trembled slightly. “She must have misunderstood and lost her temper just now.”

Kinich's eyes grew sharp as a hint of displeasure crept in. “I don't believe any reputable woman in Liyue would behave in such an uncouth manner.”

Gaming looked embarrassed, as Yin Jin, on the verge of tears, was mortified.

Kinich gave a calm order to his staff, “Escort this lady off the yacht.”

“Gaming...” Yun Jin sobbed, clutching Gaming's sleeve, refusing to let go. Having spent years in the entertainment industry, she understood the severity of the situation. Being escorted off the yacht in this manner would soon become the talk of Liyue; she would become a laughingstock with no hope of recovery.

“Mr. Malipo, I realize my mistake.” Gaming pleaded. “Please give her another chance.”

Kinich glanced at him coldly. “You're welcome to leave the yacht with her., Mr. Yip.”

Gaming clamped his mouth shut, pulling his hand away.

Yun Jin was quickly escorted off the yacht, the crowd on the deck dispersing quietly as well.

As F/N left the yacht shortly afterwards, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. “F/N, it's Kinich. Save my number.”

“Alright, saved.” F/N typed back a message.

“I'll send someone to pick you up in two days.” Kinich's message came not ten seconds later. “Rest well.”

By the time F/N returned to the L/N family home, it was late at night. But no one was asleep. The lights were on and the atmosphere was thick with tension.

The moment F/N walked in, her mother stood up. “F/N, have you thought about a solution? What are you going to do? How did you manage to anger young master Yip and cause him to break off the engagement?”

“Exactly.” F/N's father concurred. “Don't you know, we still rely on the Yip family business to make a living? Fifty million... where are we supposed to get that from now.”

Everyone was blaming F/N; blaming her for not securing Gaming's heart, for not marrying into the Yip family smoothly, so that they could keep sucking the life out of her. But back then when they took the one hundred million dowry from the Yip family to cover their debts and maintain their luxurious lifestyle, did F/N ever enjoy a Mora of it? Now the Yip family wants to break off the engagement and they want F/N to return the fifty million all on her own. Fine, F/N was willing to bear it, but after that, she will break off all ties with the L/N family.

“F/N, say something!”

“I've found a way to get the fifty million.” F/N informed.

“You really have a solution?” F/N's mother's eyes lit up instantly.

“Have you forgotten who grandpapa is, Mother?” F/N reminded. “He's the 'God of Stocks and I have followed in his footsteps. After selling some stocks and bonds and cashing in on some matured time deposits, I'll have the fifty million transferred to the Yip family account tomorrow. Oh yes, at the banquet tonight, I met a wealthy businessman from Sumeru and he recognized me from the BusinessMonth Inc. magazine three months ago. He was so impressed by my credentials, he hired me on the spot to manage his portfolio.”

The room fell silent, F/N's mother's eyes glittered in anticipation of the family's future windfall.

“And oh, I've talked to grandpapa before this.” F/N stopped mid-way up the staircase to the bedrooms. “And he has consented of me disowning myself from the L/N family. Thus, he'll make a formal announcement that not only will I be taking on his last name, I'll be his heiress.”

“What!?” F/N's mother stood up from her seat. “Father can't... he won't...”

In the late afternoon the next day, F/N sent a message to Gaming. “Check your message notification from the bank; the money has been transferred. With this, my family don't own yours anything anymore.”

“Kinich,” F/N then made a call to Kinich. “Could I ask you a favor? Could you not let anyone know about our marriage for now?”

“You don't want people to know?” Kinich sounded disappointed.

“It's just for now.” F/N pacified “I've talked to grandpapa a while ago and he has agreed to let me change my last name to his. So, you have to wait until he made the formal announcement.”

“I'll arrange for someone to pick you up.” Kinich responded.

Just as F/N was looking at her maternal grandfather's public disownment notice of F/N from the L/N family and her acknowledgement notice into his family in the classified section of the newspaper, Gaming called. His voice was hoarse. “F/N, where did you get the money? Fifty million isn't a small amount. The L/N family couldn't possibly come up with that. Who gave it to you? Tell me.”

“That has nothing to do with you.” F/N fired back. “You've received the money. We're done.”

F/N was about to hang up when Gaming called out her name. “F/N, do you think I cared about the fifty million?”

“Whatever you cared about no longer matters to me.” F/N stated curtly.”

“F/N, you need to understand; if I don't give my approval, no man in Liyue will dare to want you.” Gaming threatened.

F/N chuckled softly into the phone. “Is that so?”

“If you don't believe me, feel free to try.” Gaming retorted.

F/N didn't want to waste more words on him and hung up immediately.

“So, your grandfather finally made the announcement.” Kinich's amused voice came over F/N's phone moments after she ended Gaming's call. “Get some rest today. Tomorrow, wear your prettiest dress.”

Kinich must have arranged everything in advance, because the entire process of registering the marriage went by quickly.

After receiving our certificates, Kinich took F/N to the hospital, holding her hand the entire time and making them look like a loving couple.

The elderly Malipo was gravely ill but he managed to smile at F/N, looking somewhat relieved.

After visiting the hospital, Kinich had an important meeting to attend, so he sent his driver to take F/N home to pack her things.

When the L/N family saw the aged driver get out of his car and open the door for F/N, they all assumed this was her new employer.

Completely ignoring her soon-to-be disowned family, F/N pushed past them to go upstairs to pack her suitcase.

The driver took F/N to Kinich's private residence; the house itself wasn't large, but it was peaceful and quiet.

“Madam, Mr. Malipo instructed that you should feel at home.” the driver informed. “He'll return this evening.”

However, at 8pm, F/N received a call from Kinich. He had to return to the head office for an important meeting and wouldn't be back for about a week. “If you get bored, feel free to go shopping or meet up with friends. Don't stay cooped up at home all day.”

Three days later, F/N was making the final preparations for her indictment into her maternal grandfather's family when a notification from her WeTalk popped up; Kinich had uploaded his first post, a picture of their marriage certificate.

In response, F/N also posted something on social media; just three simple words. “Getting married soon.”

That post was flooded with comments in under half an hour, asking about it.

When F/N took the first call, it was Gaming's voice. “So, have you come to your senses? I said I'd give you a chance, but I never said I was going to marry you.”

F/N couldn't help but laugh, “I never said you were the groom.” she hung up immediately and blocked the number.

That night, F/N drank her usual lavender tea and went into a deep sleep; sleeping so soundly that she didn't even realize Kinich had come home.

When F/N opened her eyes, she felt an arm slung over her waist, trapping her to the bed. She bit back a startled scream and turned, seeing Kinich's sleeping face next to her. F/N smiled softly and cuddled against the dark-haired man.

And with that, the pair slept until the late afternoon.

The following day, Kinich left for work again; being in his position, there were countless matters that demanded his attention.

So, F/N obediently stayed home, having already left the indictment ceremony's preparations to the team her maternal grandfather put together. Though she didn't leave the house, the days were exceptionally peaceful and quiet. For first time since she was born, F/N felt the beauty of living a tranquil life; she didn't have to worry about being treated like a commodity her parents. She even started playing the standing harp again, something she hadn't touched in years. She also bought online art courses as a refresher of painting with oils.

After almost a week of this reclusive, peaceful life, F/N's grandfather called one afternoon, informing her of the indictment ceremony that would be held in one of his group's five-star hotels in three days' time.

Several hours later, a glided invitation was sent to Kinich's house, along with a tailored evening gown and jewellery set.

“I'll head straight there when I finish my work.” Kinich assured, looking at the invitation addressed to him.

Three days later, the team of specialized stylists entered the private residence, all ready to doll up their future young mistress.

When F/N arrived at the indictment ceremony, she immediately drew countless of stares. What puzzled her most was this; since Gaming is attending, this event was bound to be prestigious.

“F/N, how dare you show your face here?” Yun Jin's voices was incredulous.

Mrs. Yip also came over, her face dark with anger, “F/N, do you not understand what kind of event this is? You're making a fool of yourself. Why embarrass yourself like this? Don't make this a bigger joke.”

At this moment, Gaming spoke up, grabbing F/N's arm, “F/N, I'm asking you one last time...”

Before he could finish, the entire ballroom fell silent when the emcee suddenly announced, “The Family Head of the Liu Family, Master Liu, has arrived.”

“Who dares bully my granddaughter?” Master Liu barked, entering. “Get out of here!”

“Grandfather.” F/N hurried over to the aged businessman's side.

“A bunch of idiots.” Master Liu roared. “She is my beloved granddaughter; the sole heiress to the Huang Pei Enterprises. Did you hear clearly?”

“Does this mean this indictment ceremony is for her?” the attending guests whispered.

“Impossible!” Gaming was angst. “How can you be from the Liu family? Why didn't you tell me you were from the Liu family?” he demanded. “Did you do this on purpose?”

“So, what you're saying now is that you're blaming my wife?” Kinich spoke up, still dressed in his formal black suit.

Mrs. Yip looked stunned and Gaming was visibly shocked as Kinich made his way through the crowd.

“Uncle Liu.” Kinich addressed Master Liu. “The custom-made dress you gave F/N looks perfect on her. Young Master Yip,” he turned to Gaming. “What were you discussing with my wife just now?”

Gaming, still seemed to be in disbelief, stammered, “Wife?”

“Yes,” Kinich confirmed. “F/N is my wife.”

“Granddaughter, how do you want to deal with them?” Master Liu looked at his heiress.

“Bankrupt Gaming's family and kick Yun Jin out of Liyue.” F/N declared.

“F/N, please, I'm wrong.” Gaming begged. “Please, let my family go.”

“It's too late for regrets now.” F/N smirked.

“F/N, I know you did all of this to get back at me.” Gaming retorted. “I tell you; I only love Yun Jin.”

“Is that so?” F/N smiled coolly. “Yip Gaming, then I ask you; if I give you the chance to abandon Yun Jin in exchange for a managerial position in the Huang Pei Enterprises, will you be willing?”

“I...” Gaming faltered.

“What do you mean?” Yun Jin glared.

“A-Jin, I am a man.” Gaming reminded. “I can't give up my career for love. F/N,” he knelt before F/N, unwilling to let the now more valuable golden goose go. “Take me back. I still love you.”

“Yip Gaming, you scumbag...” Yun Jin sneered.

“Yun Jin, you can't blame me.” Gaming turned back to Yun Jin. “You were the one who offended the Huang Fei Enterprise heiress.”

“Just shut up.” Kinich grabbed Gaming by the collar and threw him off F/N.

After Master Liu had the Yip family thrown out of the venue, the indictment ceremony proceeded.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x female reader #gaming x female reader #gaming x yun jin #gaming x reader #kinich x female reader #kinich x reader #cheating #genshin angst

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heartsforseo · 8 months ago

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Someone like Gaming couldn’t be hated, right? A nice, soft-hearted, popular, and good looking, guy like Gaming is everyone’s dream man </3

Right? Or does someone despise him? And that someone could be you.

° Gaming whom you first met at Qiaoying village.

Your parents have been friends since way back and you help them with their tea business (which got you introduced to Gaming.)

° When you first met him, he was a bit shy hiding behind his father’s leg.

° But once you get to know him, he was really loud and always offer you to go eat Dim Sum with him.

° Years flew by and your relationship with him got even better. He was nice and a bit goofy, but that’s what made you like him.

° Until one night.

“Hey Y/n, you won’t forget about me right?” He said, feeling nervous and twirling one of his hair strands. “Of course not. Why would I? You’re my only friend, idiot.” You answered back innocently. “Ah really? Well, that’s good.” He stated. Staying silent and gazing upon the starry night.

° 2 weeks has passed since you’ve hanged out with Gaming.

° So, you made a decision and arrive at his house to hang finally hang out with him.

° You knocked over the door, but no one answered.

Knock

Still no one

Knock knock

Why isn’t anybody opening the door?

Knock knock knock

Usually, Gaming would immediately open it with the fir- wait… where IS Gaming? Even if he’s busy he’d still find a way to hang out with me, right?

You were shocked when someone opened the door other than Gamin. It was his dad. Usually at a time like this, his father is away and doing his tea business.

"Oh Y/n, come in, come in." Yip Tak, Gaming's father said, with a hint of gloom.

"Hello, Mr. Tak," you look behind his figure trying to find a sign of Gaming's presence, but failed. "Is Gaming here?"

Yip Tak frowned but spoke, "I should've known you were going to ask that... but you see he left," Your face frowns. Why wouldn't he say anything? Weren't you hip to hip? The villagers never see both kids alone. "we had some...disagreements and I fear I finally plucked the last straw. If you wish to see-"

"No, thank you," You cut Mr. Tak off before finishing his long sentence "I have no time for people who can't even say goodbye."

You left the scene, feeling all emotions stirring inside you.

A/n: so uhh...this was originally made when Gaming ws released. But, I ws brainstorming on other things so I didn't get to post it immediately..but HIHI im abck

#fypfypfypfypfypfypdypfypfypfypfypfypfyfpfyfpfyp #tumblr fyp #x reader #gn reader #fluff #angst #gaming #genshin impact #genshin impact gaming #ga ming #genshin impact ga ming #genshin gaming #genshin ga ming #ga ming x reader #gaming x reader #ga ming genshin impact #gaming genshin impact #ga ming x reader angst #gaming x reader angst

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newtonsheffield · 7 months ago

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peanut butter 😂😂 we are gonna need newton’s thoughts on Peanut Butter and Hyacinth picking that name

Imagine Newton, thinking he’s getting to go out for a drive in the Land Rover with Anthony and his Katie. Only to be BETRAYED.

Newton’s tail wagged as the car came to a stop, peering out the window.

“Okay, buddy boy. Let’s go.”

Newton had no idea where they were but, if Katie had brought him here, it must be a treat. He deserved a treat, really. Keeping the farm running as a single dog, with all those sheep. Not to mention trying to keep Anthony in line. God it was a wonder his back didn’t break under the weight of it all.

Katie clipped him onto his leash and he strained towards the house where he assumed some sort of spa day was waiting for him, Anthony following behind.

“Anthony?” A strange woman called out, “Here about the Pup?”

Newton huffed, tapping the woman’s foot with his paw. Obviously they were here about the Pup. They were here about him.

“Just round this way.” The woman called out, scratching Newton behind the ears, “Handsome boy.”

Newton followed her, Katie and Anthony trailing behind as she went to a tiny barn.

Strange place for a spa but- Oh no.

They weren’t here for Newton. He realised that the moment the barn door opened. There was a border collie inside, a litter of pups all around her.

No! Newton yipped, turning around a scrambling towards the exit. We don’t need a pup, thank you!

Newton couldn’t stop glaring at it. The tiny pup, Mr Peanut Butter, Hyacinth had named him ignoring Newton’s derisive scoff, was chewing Newton’s tennis ball across the room.

He’d curled up against Newton’s tummy in the car on the way home and the pup had had the audacity to try and climb on Newton’s bed.

Katie! Newton yipped, Katie it’s got my ball!

Newton ran forward, just managing to save his bear from the clutches of the pup. He tucked it into his bed and turned on the puppy who’d followed him over, liver spotted ears pricked.

Okay, Mr Peanut Butter. We need to establish some rules! Newton Huffed.

Sorry. Peanut Butter whined.

It’s fine, it’s just Morton is mine. Anthony has some slippers over there that are for Chewing.

Peanut butter wagged his tail. Can you show me?

Newton huffed, considering, I could go for a chew, We’ll take one each.

Yes!

#modern bruises au #newton thoughts #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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snapghoul · 2 months ago

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My, my, how can I resist you?

Vignettes of Bradley and Jake’s adventures in Texas

Notes: these two I swear, I wanna put them in a box and cherish them (and also shake it)

Warnings: none

Song: Mama Mia - Abba

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“Jake… are you— never mind.” Bradley sighed as he stood on the other side of the railing, watching the blonde effortlessly mount the horse his parents owned.

“See, Roo, this is the true Southern charm. You can’t go wrong with an old stallion,” Jake said, guiding the horse along the rail so he could look down at Bradley. “Y’know, ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy.’”

Jake tipped his hat playfully, and Bradley rolled his eyes. He had already experienced a lot by agreeing to go on leave with Jake—storm chasing with Jake’s brother, rodeos, and even a rather depressing aircraft museum. If he hadn’t felt the full extent of Southern charm yet, he was certainly missing something.

“Just don’t say that with your mother watching from the porch,” Bradley warned, sensing Mama Seresin’s watchful gaze from her seat on the porch.

“You’re no fun,” Jake replied, sticking out his tongue before yipping and kicking his heels, trotting off into the pasture.

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“You can’t dance?” Bradley laughed, holding onto Jake’s hands, who looked decidedly unamused at Bradley’s mirth. Jake’s expression was deadpan, his mouth a tight line.

“Keep laughing, and you’ll be on the floor tonight,” Jake grumbled, trying to pull his hands away, but Bradley’s grip remained firm.

Bradley drew Jake closer, and they began to sway together. There was no music—only the sounds of the wind, birds, and the gentle chime of the wind chimes on the porch. Jake struggled to escape the taller man’s hold.

“No, no, we’re dancing,” Bradley insisted with a grin, spinning slowly. Jake, albeit reluctantly, followed along as they twirled around his childhood bedroom.

“Mr. Best at Everything, not only can’t dance, but you’ve got no rhythm either,” Bradley teased. “No wonder you always disappear when I start playing at the Hard Deck. If you wanted, I could save a spot for you on the bench; all you’d have to do is sit pretty and smile.”

Jake rolled his eyes, trying to dismiss the flirtation, but the faint blush on his cheeks and ears betrayed him. “I’m not some pin-up, Bradshaw.”

Bradley grinned and leaned in, his mustache brushing Jake’s lips. “No, but you are pretty.”

Jake didn’t have a chance to respond with a sarcastic remark before Bradley’s lips captured his in a soft, sweet kiss. Jake smiled into it as they swayed lazily in the darkness.

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“What am I, your personal chair?” Bradley laughed as Jake wedged himself between his legs, leaning back against his chest. Jake draped his arms over Bradley’s knees, settling in.

“Cals took the beach chair,” Jake explained, glancing over at his little niece, Callie, who was happily snacking on crackers and cheese in the stolen chair. For some reason, this prompted Jake to make himself comfortable on Bradley’s towel at the lake.

“Move your legs; you’re squeezing me,” Jake complained, patting Bradley's thighs as he adjusted his position. Bradley had been enjoying the scenery before all this.

“I know ‘please’ is in your vocabulary,” Bradley said, giving Jake’s arm a playful squeeze with his legs. Jake groaned, glancing back, his hair flattened against Bradley’s chest.

“Move your legs, please,” he insisted, his tone more demanding.

“Fine,” Bradley replied with a grin. He shifted, wrapping an arm around Jake and pulling him closer.

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“No! I want to sit next to Rooster!” Callie shouted, gripping the chair in the restaurant with all her might. The six-year-old was determined to claim her spot beside Bradley. Jake frowned, trying to lift her by her arms.

“No, Uncle Jake gets to sit next to Rooster!” he insisted, but Callie held on tightly, the chair moving with her as he attempted to pull her away.

“No!” she cried, reaching for Bradley as Jake finally managed to shake her free. Now, she clung to Bradley’s shirt, her grip so tight it looked like it might rip.

Sophia, Jake’s older sister and Callie’s mother, was in the bathroom with her youngest, while Jake’s mom and her husband laughed at the scene.

“Get your grubby hands off him!” Jake said, struggling to pry her away from Bradley, who was trying to keep her from toppling over. The chair was forgotten; Callie was fighting tooth and nail to stay next to Bradley.

“Callie—how about I scoot down a seat, and you can sit here?” Bradley suggested, trying to diffuse the situation. For the past two days, Callie had been glued to him, especially after he agreed to play cowboys with her when Jake was too busy.

“No! I want this side!” She shook her head defiantly and tried to bite Jake’s hands.

“No, this is my side! Don’t make me get your mother!” Jake warned, aware that Sophia had been on edge lately with a newborn to care for.

“My mama's gonna smack you!” Callie shot back, and Jake looked genuinely shocked. Bradley snorted, turning his face away to hide his laughter.

“I’ll use all your toys as missile targets, every single one,” Jake said, leaning closer, though his threat was more playful than serious. Callie met his gaze for a moment before releasing her grip on Bradley with a huff.

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“Hallmark movie,” Bradley chuckled, watching Jake arrange everything in the bed of the old tan pickup truck.

“Oh, yeah! This is page one of the Southern woo playbook. I’m gonna hallmark the shit outta you,” Jake shot back, leaning over the truck bed with his hands resting on the edge, his black cowboy hat tipped slightly back.

“Stargazing in a truck bed is step one? I’d think asking me out would be first,” Bradley laughed, flicking Jake’s hat playfully.

“Oh, darlin’ Bradley Bradshaw, will you go out with me and watch the stars?” Jake exaggerated his Southern drawl, sarcasm dripping from his words. Bradley's laughter filled the air—Jake loved that sound.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Bradley grinned and climbed into the truck bed, settling onto the blankets.

Jake plopped down beside him, and they initially laid side by side, the truck bed too narrow for comfort.

“We look like two dead bodies back here,” Jake joked, and they both burst into laughter. After a moment, they adjusted into a more comfortable position. Jake leaned back against Bradley, who now wore his hat to avoid creasing it.

“I’m really glad you came,” Jake said, beaming at Bradley.

“Me too,” Bradley replied, a warm smile spreading across his face as he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Jake's lips.

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