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honeytama · 3 months

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Look After You

Matt Dierkes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

A/N: Matt shares an old tee with Reader in this, indulge me, and imagine that thing fits you amazingly!! Also, def don't listen to Look After You by the Fray after reading this, I'm crying.

Summary: After a guy cancels on a first date for the ?'th time, your friend, Matt, shows you’re worthy of honest love.

“Will you, won’t you, be the one I’ll always know?”

Content: Reader is plus size, friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort, bed sharing/sharing clothes, first kiss

Word Count: 2.7k

Tag List: @exitwoundsx @areuirish @artificialbreezy @thisbicc @alloraiona

@xcllnt

Something happened. Can I come over? You anxiously send this text over to your friend Matt.

You wait for his response. The tears in your eyes blur his contact photo at the top of your screen; it’s an old selfie he sent you while on tour.

You wonder why it can't just be him. Why did you have to pursue other men? Especially when they treat you like this.

Your phone buzzes and a gray bubble appears.

Hey, of course. I just made dinner.

The keys in your hand jingle as you dash to your car to make your way to his house.

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You fell into his chest once he opened the door to his home, and his arms held you as you stood there weeping against him. He usually was adverse about your habit of touching him, but tonight he indulged you, comforted you by holding you close and rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Sorry, for getting tears on your shirt,” you had said while wiping the two wet spots on his shoulder.

He shrugged. “I’ve gotten over it already,” he gave you a sheepish smile. “Come eat some food and then we can talk about what's going on.”

For twenty minutes, you could feel his eyes stealing worried glances as you two ate in silence.

So, now that you’re both finished eating dinner, Matt checks in on you while taking your plate to do the dishes. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” you frown at him while he scrubs your plates at his sink. “But, that’s why I came over anyway, so I might as well share.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he says reassuringly while drying his hands and turning to face you. Matt crosses his arms and leans against the counter. “We can watch a movie or listen to some music. Whatever you want to get your mind off of it.”

“No, I want to tell you,” you breathe out nervously. “I went on a date– or I was supposed to be on a date tonight with a guy I met online.”

“Oh,” he shakes his head in surprise and furrows his brow. “I didn't know you were dating,” he says softly.

“I thought it would be weird to tell you,” you play with your hands in your lap. “We don't really talk about dating…or sex, those kinds of things, with each other.”

“I know we don’t, but I hoped that you would share that you were trying to date,” he says before clearing his throat. “So, that I could vet him, I mean. Make sure he’s good enough for you.”

“Well, now I wish you had,” you look down at your feet and your bottom lip quivers.

Matt sees this and rushes over the the dining chair next to you. He pulls it out and sits so you two are facing each other. “Shit, what the hell did he do?”

You touch his knee to calm him, “Nothing serious. I swear.” You continue to explain your night after a deep breath.

“I’ve been talking to him for a few days. We planned out a whole dinner date and maybe going back to his place afterward if things went well, but when I sent him a picture of myself in my date outfit to show him I was excited he just… rejected me, right then,” your eyes begin to water as you’re reminded of the humiliation. “He canceled on me and made some stupid fucking excuse about how he was having car trouble.”

“What the fuck?” Matt fumes.

“So, I asked him if I could just go over to his place to hang out and he said his apartment’s AC was broken—?” It’s then that your voice breaks into sobs and tears trickle down your cheeks. Embarrassment rolls over you in a wave that burns your skin.

“What an asshole,” he takes your phone in his hands from the dining table. “Did that fucker ever share his address with you? I’ll pay him a visit for—.”

“Please, no,” you reach to grab your phone. “I just want you here with me.”

“He deserves to pay for treating you like that! Why the fuck would he just cancel on you?” Matt asks angrily.

“Matt, I—,” you stammer through your sobs and avoid his eyes. “I don’t think he knew what my… full body looked like, even with the pictures in my profile.”

“Motherfucker,” he lowers his voice so as not to startle you. Sure, he’s enraged at the situation, but you’re breaking down in front of him and he doesn't want his anger to exacerbate it.

“This isn’t the only time this has happened, either” you hang your head in shame. “It’s either they cancel on dates because of my body, or act the complete opposite and use me for my body just to ghost me,” you reveal to him.

While this made him want to put his hands around someone's throat until they saw red, he gently held your hands through it and nodded sweetly while listening to you stammer and tear up at the past. “You can tell me everything. Lay it on me,” he encouraged.

After an hour of talking to him about the hell other men have put you through, you sniffle while checking your phone and notice it’s nearing his and his dogs’ usual bedtime. “Thank you for letting me come over to talk to you. I’m going to head home; I don’t want to keep you from going to sleep,” you start to gather your things, but Matt puts a hand on your knee.

“Y/N, of course, but I don’t feel comfortable with you going home alone like this. Why don't you stay with me tonight?” He suggests softly.

“Matt, It’s okay. I’m okay. I’ll go home,” you say with a shrug. It’s then you notice how heavy your shoulders feel.

“Please. You can stay in the guest bedroom. You can even borrow some of my clothes to change into,” he smiles.

You giggle and wipe your tears with the back of your hand. “I don’t think I’ll fit into your clothes.”

“One sleep shirt I have doesn’t fit on me. Try it and if it doesn’t work, then I’ll drive over to your place myself to get you pajamas,” he assures.

A tingle creeps up your neck imagining him doing something so thoughtful. Matt usually makes gestures to show he cares, but it’s usually in the form of his words or fists being thrown. Why did he care so much about you? Sure, he wasn't an angel, but there’s a soft spot that only you manage to access when you're around him. You almost hoped he would be a massive jerk to you; it would help you eliminate the feelings you had for him and make your heart feel less tangled.

You nod at his proposition and follow him to his bedroom. He pulls his drawers open and closed rummaging through his things until finding an old, white Underoath merch tee. He holds it out to you, “Go get changed, let me know how it fits.”

You take the shirt and leave his bedroom. Just down the hall from him, you enter his well-decorated guest room and lock the door. Pulling off your clothes, you put on Matt’s old shirt and look into the full-length mirror leaning against the wall.

Like a dream, it fits perfectly. It’s so soft, and the front of the shirt ends comfortably at your upper thighs.

However, you didn't have any bottoms so you would sleep with bare legs tonight.

The carpet in the hallway carries your feet back to Matt’s bedroom. Through the crack in the door, he tucks Boo and Zeus into their beds on the floor. The soft glow of his bedside lamp light bathes his physique. You didn’t expect him to be down to his boxers already.

It was the first time you had ever seen him like this. His collar bones, chest, abdomen, thighs, everything that’s ever been covered by him just out, nonchalantly.

“Matt,” you push the door open slightly, hiding your bottom half. “It fits.”

He turns to you and smiles, “I’m glad. Go try to get some rest,” he tells you caringly. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Matt,” you reply and give a small wave to the dogs. “Night night, puppies.”

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Matt said to try to get some rest and that’s what you were doing. It just isn’t working.

Without checking your phone, forty minutes have passed of you tossing and turning in his guest bed. It was comfortable, but you couldn’t settle your mind enough to fall asleep.

Fuck it.

You slip out of bed and quietly creep back down the hallway to his room. With a soft knock on his door, you bounce on the balls of your feet impatient for him to open it.

The door is pulled open and Matt stands there in his underwear in front of you. “Y/N, you okay?” He squints at you and rubs his eyes in the darkness while only moonlight slips through the cracks of his blinds to illuminate you.

“I’m sorry if I woke you…I couldn’t sleep,” you offered shyly while fidgeting with the hem of his tee shirt on your thighs.

“Mmm,” he nods. “Come get in my bed.”

You tiptoe past his dogs sleeping soundly over to the opposite side of the bed from him. Timidly climbing into his sheets, he invites you to lay down by pulling his comforter over your waist and fluffing his unused pillows.

“Get comfortable,” he whispers as he climbs in after you.

“Thank you,” you whisper back.

Matt and you face each other in the dark while sharing his comforter. Heat radiates off of him and you want so badly to reach out and pull him closer to feel it directly from the source.

“Do you need to talk some more?” He asks softly.

“I think I just need you near me. I should fall asleep soon,” you whisper hesitantly.

“Come closer,” Matt switches to lie on his back and he offers out his arm for you to climb into his space. You slide over and lay your head on his chest as his arm hooks around you. He allows his fingers to rub figure eights along your spine. “You can wrap your leg around me,” he says into your hair. “I don't mind.”

You carefully wrap your leg over his body, avoiding his pelvis, and like a puzzle, your bodies fit perfectly together as one. Your hand finds its way to his naked stomach and his breath hitches as you return the favor to draw circles above his navel.

Silence enveloped the room as you two lie together, but it's broken when you bite your lip and ask, “Why are you being so sweet to me?”

He chuckles and it makes your head raise with his chest, “I’m always nice to you. What are you saying?”

“If you being a little bully to me is you being nice, then yes, you’re a saint,” you giggle. “You just— never let me touch you like this or let me wear your clothes.”

“You needed it tonight,” he murmurs above you. “I’m here to give you what you need, that’s all.”

You think about his words and agree, He’s what I need.

“I was mostly awake, by the way,” he says softly.

“When I knocked?” You ask.

“Yeah, I was thinking about those guys you told me about,” he stops the figure eights on your back.

“Matt,” you warn.

“I know, I know,” he huffs. “I’m not going to search for their addresses online. I swear.”

“Good,” you pat his stomach.

“I just think you deserve someone who knows you're worthy of love— someone who loves your mind… your body,” he confides.

“It would help me out if you knew someone that thought like that, Matty,” you chuckle and look up at him.

“I do,” he says softly. His eyes dart over the features of your face searching for any slight reaction to his words. “I mean, me, I do.”

“What?” You laugh in disbelief.

“I think you're pretty, gorgeous, hot, sexy, whatever word you like best,” he talks with fervor as his eyes bore into yours. “I would most definitely take you on the best first date of your life. Just like tonight, I would set the table and make you dinner. Also, you wouldn’t be crying,” he boasts and it starts to make you giggle. “You could wear whatever you wanted. We would watch movies on my couch afterward, or I could teach you how to play my drums. It would be perfect, and there wouldn't be any stupid excuses made by me because I’m not one of those fucking loser ass dudes you meet on Tinder or wherever.”

“Calm down. Your heart is beating really fast,” you whisper and he looks down at your hand on his chest.

“I know and I don’t care,” he huffs. “I would rather have a stroke trying to let you know how well I would treat you than for you to ever have to return to trying other guys. Why can’t it just be me and you?”

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” you say softly.

“Also,” he continues his rant, “how can they not enjoy a picture of you looking fine as fuck in your first date outfits? I’ve never seen them, but I see you every other time and I want to take screenshots of you with my damn eyes. Matter of fact, there’s this one top you wear that makes your tits look—”

“Matt, stop talking,” you put a hand over his mouth.

“What?” His voice is muffled under your palm. It’s then he notices that you’ve maneuvered yourself to straddle him. As you lean over him, your face is a mere foot away from his.

Removing your hand from his mouth you ask, “You like me, huh?”

“Yeah, and?” He scoffs, the slightest smile creeping over his lips.

“I like you, too,” you admit.

“Oh,” he furrows his brow. “That’s cool, now get off of me.” You both laugh as he pushes your body back onto your side of the bed. After a fit of laughter and fighting him, he finds himself pinning both of your hands with his on either side of your head. Your stomach flutters as his face is so close to yours now; all of him is so close. “You need to go to sleep.”

“Well, now I can't,” you tilt your head and squint at him in the dark. “There’s something I need to say first.”

“What is tha—?”

You sneak a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Thank you for saying those mushy things about me. If I knew you felt that way, then there’s no way I would let another man believe they deserved my time and patience. I just want it to be you, too.”

“Just you and me? Sounds nice,” Matt smiles before his face turns pensive. “You missed my mouth by the way. Kiss me better this time,” he rolls his eyes while dipping to your lips beneath him.

You closed her eyes as your lips met in a hesitant first kiss.

It was soft. Yet, it sparked a fire within you; a delicious warmth flowering in your chest. Matt’s hands squeeze yours harder, but you gather the strength to escape one of his hands and instinctively reach up into his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft wavy strands.

The kiss deepened and your playful banter was forgotten, replaced by the sound of his lips moving against yours and his tongue sneaking gauging licks a your bottom lip. When you finally break apart, breathless and flushed, a comfortable silence settles between you as you share knowing grins.

The sheets rustle as Matt gets out of bed and walks over to the upholstered accent chair in the corner of his bedroom. “Where are you going? Get back in bed and keep kissing me,” you whine when the heat of his body has left you.

“I’ll be over here,” he sits lazily, his legs spread apart. “No one can hurt you while I’m looking after you.”

“You need sleep, too,” you pat his side of the bed.

“Don’t worry about me. Now, get some rest,” he nods at your pillow to lay down.

He softly chuckles when you huff, throw yourself down and toss his comforter over your body. “Ugh, goodnight, Matt.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

#bestie matt is a protector #no other man only matt #matt dierkes #matt dierkes x reader #UGH IM SO SOFT #TEARs

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mynameismckenziemae · 2 months

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A Little Bit Stronger

Part 6

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x OFC

Summary: You experience more than one first with Bradley.

Just like everything else I write/post: this story is for 18+ only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. It will contain smut, adult themes, situations and language. Please also note this story may be triggering due to the topic of domestic abuse (physical, emotional, sexual) violence-feel free to message me with any questions before reading.

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving) p in v, discovering a praise kink, size kink I think? etc.

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“I like you too.”

He lights up like a kid on Christmas morning at the news; as if you weren’t an eager participant in the dry-humping that occurred just minutes earlier.

“We’ll take things at your pace,” he squeezes your hand, “whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Okay,” you whisper, blinking back unexpected tears, “I should warn you though, I’m not very…experienced.”

“It’s okay,” he murmurs.

“I fooled around with a boyfriend in high school a bit but didn’t have time to date when I was in nursing school, so I was still a virgin when I met Chad,” you sigh. “My mom had just gotten her diagnosis and I was just so naive. I thought it was so sweet that he wanted to wait until marriage. But it was obvious on our wedding night that it wasn’t his first time.”

Bradley just shakes his head.

“It wasn’t a great experience…and it never really got better,” you’re embarrassed to admit, but he deserves to know what he’s getting into. “He grew up very religious and…I don’t know,” your cheeks burn, “he didn’t believe in foreplay…no oral sex, God forbid we try toys or anything to get me ready.”

Bradley's expression turns to anger but he doesn’t say anything.

“I mean it wasn’t all bad, I was able to get off a few times throughout the years,” it doesn’t sound better out loud than it did in your head.

“That’s not right,” Bradley says, “I mean, everyone has their preferences, but it’s not okay that he never made sure you were turned on or seemed to care if you were enjoying it. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it if you weren’t.”

You nod, always knowing it wasn’t right too, “but he’s gone and what we just did was already better than all of those years combined. I wanted you to know, just in case I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I’m not worried about that,” he says, rolling to his side toward you, “I can’t wait to figure out what you like together.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you picture trying all the things with him that you’ve been fantasizing about.

“That sounds good,” you murmur, “really good.”

His eyes dip to your lips and you think he might kiss you again but he cringes when he leans forward. “I need a shower.”

“Me too,” you reply, wishing you were brave enough to offer to take one together.

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Like most nights, you eat dinner together. After, you snuggle into him on the couch and the steady beat of his heart lulls you to sleep.

It’s dark when you wake to him kissing your forehead. “You okay down here or do you wanna go to bed?”

“Here,” you murmur sleepily, snuggling into his warmth.

“Okay,” he chuckles, lying back on the couch with you on top of him.

You wake to a cold, wet nose to the face and a dancing Hank. “C’mon bud, I’ll take you potty.”

But Bradley’s arms tighten around you when you try to get up, “No. Stay.”

You smile as you check your watch, “Oh! It’s quarter to 9. We told Jake and Reese we’d be there in 15 minutes!”

12 minutes later you’re on the way to Jake’s apartment to help move his things to Reese’s, and you text Reese to let her know.

Shae: We’ll be there in about 15, we both overslept, sorry!

Reese: Weird. In all the years I’ve known Roo, he’s never overslept.

Shae: We’re both early risers, I’m not sure what happened.

You know exactly what happened. You haven’t felt that safe and comfortable in years.

Reese: No worries and no rush, we’re still at my house.

You snort at that, knowing full well they took advantage of Drew being at his grandparents. It didn’t take long for you to see how crazy Reese and Jake are for each other; always teasing, always touching, exchanging heated looks and innuendos when they don’t think anyone is watching.

Shae: Sounds good, we’ll see you soon.

“They won’t be here for a little bit yet,” you say as Bradley pulls into the driveway of Jake’s rental.

“I wonder why,” Bradley says sarcastically as he shakes his head, assuming the same as you.

“Right?” You agree but understand. Something tells you it’s going to be the same for you and Bradley too. “We could make out like teenagers while we-“

He must be thinking the same as he turns your chin towards him and cuts your suggestion off with his lips on yours.

Goosebumps cover your body as he licks into your mouth languidly while his hand traces over your bare thigh. Your hand comes to cup his jaw, running your thumb over the scars there.

The way he’s so gentle and tentative makes you want to cry. As if he’s trying to apologize and make up for all the times that Chad wasn’t.

His hand continues further, over the fabric of your shorts and up your t-shirt, making you sigh when his fingertips ghost over your nipple straining against your sports bra.

Your sigh spurs him on and he returns, cupping your breast and rubbing his thumb back and forth over it.

The instantaneous need gives you the courage to touch him too. He jerks in surprise when he feels your hand tracing the seam of his shorts on his inner thigh.

Your eyes open and you pull away with a gasp as you cup his straining hard-on. “Oh my God. That-that’s not gonna fit.”

He chuckles as he leans in to kiss your jaw, his mustache scratching as he murmurs cockily, “It can and it will, after I make sure you’re good and ready of course.”

You shudder at his words, head falling back as he continues his journey across your neck.

He grunts and your pussy spasms in response when you slowly rub him up and down through his silky gym shorts.

“I fucking knew it!” Reese’s delighted laugh has you jumping apart, “I told you!”

“Yeah yeah,” Jake sighs as he walks up beside her, “you were right. Now give ‘em a minute.” Jake winks as he guides her into the house, still laughing.

You burst into laughter, knowing your face is as red as Bradley’s.

“Got a little carried away,” he says, laughing too, “sorry.”

You just shake your head and lean in for a kiss. “I don’t want to wait. I want it…tonight,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” He husks.

“Yeah,” you confirm, kissing him again before getting out of the Bronco.

“I’ll be in a minute,” he says before you close the door, head falling back against the rest as he waits for his body to calm down.

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Reese looks ready to burst when you get inside but she refrains from asking any questions.

You put her out of her misery when Bradley and Jake head over with Jake’s loaded truck.

“Last night,” you say, trying not to smile at the way her head whips toward you, “it just happened last night. I haven’t been holding out on you.”

“It’s okay if you were,” she replies, “but oh my God, you have no idea how happy this makes me.”

“Me too,” you smile.

“So is that why you guys overslept? Tired each other out last night?”

“No,” you shake your head, “but we did fall asleep on the couch together.”

“Did you…” she wiggles her eyebrows, “before you fell asleep on the couch?”

“No,” you blush, “we fooled around? I guess that’s what you’d call it when he got home yesterday afternoon. He said he’s happy to go at my pace.”

She nods, remembering what you told her about your limited and not-great sexual experience with Chad on a girls' night a while back.

“But I don’t want to wait,” you admit, “we’ve been dancing around this for months.”

“Yeah you have,” she laughs as you throw a wad of bubble wrap at her. “I’m happy for you both though.”

“Thank you,” you smile, “I’m happy for you too. I know Jake moving in was a big step.”

She nods. “It was, but it’s time. I think he might propose soon.”

“Really?” You ask, sounding surprised.

But you already know he’s going to since you helped him pick out the ring.

“Yeah,” she smiles, looking down at the ring from Andy on her right hand, “do you think it’s okay to keep this one on? Do you think it’ll bother Jake if I do? I’m planning on offering it to Drew when he’s older but…”

“I think it’s okay,” you answer truthfully, “I can’t imagine Jake would mind.”

He won’t. He already told you he won’t.

She nods, realizing the same.

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After pizza and beer as a thank you from Jake and Reese, Bradley drives you home later that evening.

Your nerves and excitement increase with every turn of the tires as you get closer. But his hand on your knee when he pulls into the driveway calms you instantly.

“We’re taking things at your pace,” he reminds you, “it’s okay if you change your mind.”

“I haven’t,” you murmur truthfully, “but I do need a shower.”

“Me too,” he agrees, “I’m all dusty.”

C’mon Shae. Do it.

“We could shower together?” You offer, face burning.

“Yeah?” He raises a brow and grins when you nod, “Alright.”

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Your heart pounds as you follow him into the downstairs bathroom after taking care of Hank.

Before you can start second-guessing your decision, he’s kissing you, mind going blissfully blank.

His arm blindly reaches to flick on the water before he pulls your shirt over your head. Your bra goes next, then his shirt, followed by your shorts and his; all while kissing you, distracting you.

He hisses as he pulls you into the shower, “C-cold,” he smiles against your lips as he turns it up, “can I touch you?”

“Please,” you breathe, gasping when he turns you in his arms; he’s so hard and so big against your lower back.

“Tell me if you don’t like something, or want me to stop,” he rasps under your ear as his hands ghost over your thighs, stomach, and chest.

“I will,” you whisper, head falling against his chest.

The hot water runs over both your bodies as his hands explore yours; cupping both breasts first.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, cock twitching at your sigh as his calloused fingertips find your nipples, “somehow even prettier than I imagined. Can’t wait to have ‘em in my mouth, sucking, biting, whatever you like.”

You nod eagerly; it all sounds good.

One hand travels lower, down your stomach before gently running between your legs. A pleased hum leaves him at how wet you are. “Can’t wait to have my mouth here either,” his teeth scrape your neck as he mouths the sensitive skin, “can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off to the thought of eating your pussy.”

“Oh,” you whimper, “that’s what you think about?”

“Mhmm,” he confirms as he slowly circles your clit, “how good you’ll taste, how beautiful you’ll look when you cum, the sweet sounds you’ll make.”

“Yes,” you sigh, “I want it.”

“Thank you,” it’s his turn to sigh, sounding relieved like you were going to say no.

“But I want to taste you too,” you surprise yourself by saying.

“Fuck,” he groans as he starts to circle faster, “anything you want Shae.”

“I want…” you trail off as he has you hurdling toward release, “I want it all,” you bite your lip to stay quiet as you fall over the edge, legs shaking from the unexpected intensity.

“Beautiful,” he rasps when you relax into his arms.

“So are you,” you whisper, turning your head for a kiss before turning in his arms.

He grunts against your lips as your hand finds his cock, jerking once, twice, three times before you’re rewarded with his almost pained groan as ropes of cum land over your stomach and his.

He rests his forehead against yours, panting as you slow your strokes before releasing him and stepping even closer.

“That was-“

“Hot,” you whisper in awe, looking down at his release painting your skin.

“I was gonna say fast,” he sucks in a breath when you run your finger through his spend and bring it to your lips, “Fuck, Shae.”

“Is this okay?” You ask, wanting to taste it.

He just nods, cock already twitching to life as you suck your finger into your mouth, a choked sound leaving him at your hum.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he clears his throat when you’re done, “so I can take you to bed and get you dirty again.”

“Okay,” you smile.

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“Lay back,” he says as he walks you back to his bed.

You take a deep breath and bravely drop your towel before doing as asked.

His eyes darken impossibly further as he takes in your body, “You’re perfect, Shae.”

You flush at his praise and put your foot up to stop him before he can crawl over you. “I wanna see you too.”

He nods and reaches for his towel. With a tug, it drops. So does your jaw.

“Jesus,” you whisper, taking in the miles of tanned skin and muscle before your land on his cock and widen.

“You can take it,” he says lowly, confidently making you shiver, “but not until I think you’re good and ready.”

He crawls over you, kissing any worries away before trailing down your body, making a pit stop at your breasts, finding out quickly that you like everything he does; biting, sucking, gentle pinching, and pulling.

“Roo-“ you gasp as you feel the pull between your legs as he does the same to your nipple, “I’m getting close.” You had no idea your breasts are so sensitive.

“Mmm,” he hums, making you whimper when he stops to kiss lower, “don’t worry, you’ll get there, just want to taste it when you cum.”

“Fuck,” you whine as he kisses your thighs, and cry out when he suddenly licks a line through your arousal. “Sorry,” you whisper, putting your hand over your mouth, embarrassed at your reaction.

It’s pulled away not a second later, “Hey,” he nips your thigh, “look at me.”

Your head pops up, face on fire.

“Forget everything that bastard told you,” he says lowly, almost scarily. “I want to hear every sound you make.

You nod.

“and if I think you’re holding back, I won’t stop until you can’t help it,”

You whimper as your head falls back. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he says before repeating what he just did, licking the same path and making you moan. “Good girl.”

Your eyes widen at the way you clench around nothing at his praise.

“Put your hands in my hair,” he murmurs against your clit, making you jolt, “guide me where you want me; tell me what feels good.”

“Okay-that!” You gasp as his tongue circles your clit.

He chuckles into your pussy as he continues.

Your hands find his hair and are tugging moments later as he pushes you over the edge with another cry.

“Whoa-what-again?” You pant as he goes right back to it once you’ve come down.

“Mhmm,” is all the answer you get as he continues, getting you off quickly again before he adds a finger, then two, and finally three.

Eventually, you lose track of how many times he gets you off; each one better than the last.

There’s not a thought in your mind as Bradley coaxes your body over the edge again and again.

When you can’t control the trembles wracking your body, Bradley finally relents and kisses his way back up.

“Ready?” He asks as he reaches for a condom from a new box.

You nod shakily, whimpering as he slides one on with a pained look.

“I-I know Reese probably told you I’m a ladies' man or whatever,” he says with a frown, “but I haven’t had sex in a long time; like a few years. I’ve gone on dates and all that but, I don’t know, it didn’t feel right.”

“It wouldn’t matter if you did,” you reply, reaching for his hand.

“It’s just-this may be over quickly,” he’s blushing.

“I don’t care,” you reply, pulling him down, “you’ve already blown my mind. I can’t feel my legs.”

He nods with a grin as he settles between them placing the head of his cock at your entrance before leaning over you.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts,” he brushes his lips over yours as he slowly pushes in, “and I’ll stop. I’ll never hurt you.”

Hot tears unexpectedly prick your eyes at his words and the deeper meaning behind them.

“I know you won’t,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him.

True to his word, he goes slow. Pulling out after each inch and pushing in further each time. It’s a stretch, but it doesn’t hurt.

“Okay?” He asks, trembling too by the time he finally bottoms out.

“So good,” you whimper, wiggling your hips a little when you adjust, “more, Roo. Please.”

He shudders before pulling out to thrust back in, forcing your moans out with each stroke.

Your nails rake down his sweaty back as you urge him faster, surprised and delighted that another orgasm is building.

“I’m close,” you gasp when he shifts, pushing you that much closer.

“Yeah,” he pants, “get there for me. Just one more, c’mon.”

Your nails bite into his skin as you hurdle over the edge, pulling him with you when you tighten around him.

“Fuck, Shae,” he chokes as his hips stutter to a stop, cock twitching inside you as he fills the condom. “I love you,” he whispers hoarsely, “God, I love you.”

The words register for you both at the same time, making you both freeze.

Your already racing heart beats even faster, but not for the reason you expected.

“Shae,” he starts, burying his face in your neck.

“Look at me,” you whisper. He won’t meet your eye when he eventually lifts his head, “Please?”

The plea in your tone is what makes him finally look and you dive head-first into those brown eyes you’ve wanted to drown in.

“I love you too.”

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A/N: Not Reese throwing Bradley’s words when he busted her and Jake making out back at him 😂 also if the ‘I love Yous’ seem fast, remember they’ve been living together for 5 months…getting to know each other and falling in love before they ever did anything. I hope y’all liked it.

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Social Battery - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader

A/N: This has been a wip for so long but it's finally here! I can only hope it's good, but yeah, I hope you enjoy 💕

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Your steps echoed on the ground.

The hangar was empty apart from the man you had been looking for everywhere, and even if you still felt tense, you felt a little bit victorious too. “Can I talk to you?” you spoke to his back, knowing that he had heard you walked in, because how could he not, but not in the mood to walk the extra steps to face him or wait for him to turn around for you. “With me?” he asked, finally turning. He didn’t have to look so cute when he was confused, which was often, for some reason, and yet he always did. Eyebrows scrunched and lips tight, but kind eyes and a hand pointing at his face, to add a visual aid to his extremely complicated question. “Oh, Rooster? Sorry, I was looking for Hangman, the similarity with your eye colour, facial hair and fashion sense is so fucking similar, I must’ve gotten confused.” You spun on your heel, the question you had wanted to ask him bubbling away and leaving its space to anger, or frustration, or whatever the hell you were feeling, but you didn’t get far before he caught up to you, stopping you when his hand gently tugged on your arm. “Hey, hey, hey, sorry. Talk to me, what is it?” He had been lost in thought, and didn’t want to scare you away with his silliness.

He knew you had been looking for him, clear by the urgency with which you’d walked in, but he didn’t think you’d react that way. You contemplated not telling him about how you felt exhausted from people, how you needed a break, how you had almost snapped at Maverick earlier today because he had asked you if you had slept well, but his worried expression was something you couldn’t bear. “I… it’s nothing too serious, actually.” You saw his shoulders relax at your words, but his hold on you didn’t falter, and his expression softened only a bit, still wanting to know what was on your mind. “Serious or not, you came all the way here to talk to me, so c’mon.” he urged gently, a smile tugging softly at his lips. “Okay. Yeah. Okay. So.” Words were sometimes incredibly annoying, and you started to wish that you had thought more about what to say. “I’ve been feeling stressed because I’m always around people and I need time for myself and I was wondering if maybe I could spend a day or two in your dorm room if that doesn’t bother you?” If words barely came before, now they wouldn’t stop, amusing Rooster to no end while you were talking, needing a moment however to understand the mixture of them once you were finished. “My dorm?” “Yep. I know technically it’s not allowed, but if it’s okay with you I’ll sneak in, and I’ll barely make a noise, I promise.” “Oh, that’s not what’s worrying me, don’t worry. I was just wondering… I might sometimes be there.”

The two of you had spent time in his room, it wasn’t uncommon, occasional movie nights or simple evenings spent with a beer and some music, simply talking about life. And you had crashed there before, although it had never really been planned, just an accidental sorry-I-fell-asleep-while-you-were-talking type of thing. “I mean, yeah, it’s your room.” “So, when I’m not training, I’ll be there. And it’s Friday tomorrow so I guess tomorrow night I’ll be in later, and you could join us if you’d like, clearly, but-“ You shook your head, both to decline his offer - tomorrow just wouldn’t be a Hard Deck type of night, you were afraid - and to stop his words. “It really doesn’t matter when you get back, Rooster. Again, it’s your room.” “But you said you don’t want to be with people for a bit.” “Yeah, but you don’t count.” He didn’t know how to take that. He didn’t count as people? That felt oddly insulting, but he also sensed that you didn’t say that with any sort of malice. So...? “I… don’t count.” He repeated slowly, trying to get something out of you. “No.” “As people.” “Well, you certainly are a people.” You joked, shoving him lightly with a smile, already feeling better after talking to him. “I don’t think I understand.” He confessed, finally letting go of your arm so that he could scratch behind his neck. “Well… I mean, I don’t feel the need to get away from you.” The simple revelation had your cheeks burning, the words feeling a little too real as you pronounced them, but it was the truth.

You and Rooster had been friends for a while now, and not once had you felt the need to go away, his personality always adapting perfectly to yours and vice versa, easily reading your mood and knowing just when to speak more or less, when to crack more jokes, or cook, or sing you a song and pull you up to dance. It was an effortless friendship, and even in your worst moods he always knew how to pick you up. His expression softened at your words, looking down before meeting your eyes again, happy that you felt comfortable with him just as much as he did with you. “You know me. You get me. And I just feel good when I’m around you.” You added when he didn’t speak, feeling slightly unsure now that all that he was doing was staring at you.

He nodded, taking in your words and not allowing himself the time to dwell on them, the thoughts that would plague him acting as nothing but a distraction for the rest of the day if he did. He patted your back once before gently pushing you back out of the hangar, walking with you until you were both in the sun, one of your eyes closing as you turned to look at him, the sun shining down way too brightly to properly see him. “Go grab what you need. I’ll be waiting at my place, yeah?” There was a sort of intimacy in the way he asked, a simplicity and a promise to be there for you, any other things he had left to do for the day being swept away in favor of getting you settled in at his place and maybe spending time together, if so you desired.

-- Your bag had been mostly packed the night before, having already settled on leaving for a little while either way. Plan B would’ve been that of staying at a motel for a few nights, one not too far from here, but staying with Rooster was far better, both because it meant saving on the motel’s fees, and because you’d get to spend time with him while also recharge. You added the last few items in, some skincare products, a notebook, a book, your chargers and devices you had planned on bringing along and zipped your bag up, leaving a note by the door to say goodbye, even if you had already mentioned you’d be away for a few days and closed the door behind you, slowly making your way to Rooster’s place.

You were thankful when you got to his front door, the weight of your bag slowly starting to hurt your back.

He opened the door with a smile, welcoming you with a small hug.

“So, I’ve got snacks, there’s food in the fridge, so you can just help yourself to whatever. Now, I just was wondering, want me to leave, or…?” He asked, leaning against the couch as his eyes followed you. “No.” You replied with a chuckle, shaking your head as you walked to his bedroom, letting your bag fall to one side and picking out what you needed, leaving some of your products out so that you could place them in the bathroom later, as well as some comfy clothes you could wear around the house. “I might shower, if that’s okay, but then we could watch something together? Or play a board game, if you’d like.” You offered, knowing how much he enjoyed playing them, and even if they could take ages, you still enjoyed them with him, loving how his cheerful smile was contagious as he played and talked, his stories never getting old. “Of course. I left a t-shirt by the bed? Unless… you have your own.” He added with a chuckle, letting himself fall on the couch, not seeing how you put your own shirt to the side, picking his up instead, smiling at the gesture. “This will do! Thank you.” You hummed, grabbing all you needed and making your way to the bathroom, sending him a wink. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be with you!” He hummed out a sure, one you didn’t hear as you close the door, slipping out of your clothes and into his shower, letting out a breath of relief when the warm water came in contact with your skin, the day’s, or week’s, tensions slipping away.

And there truly wasn’t anything easier. You put his shirt on, smiling at the comfort it brought you, the softness of it, the smell that was distinctly him, even if it lacked his cologne. When you stepped out of the bathroom, you found him sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when he heard you enter, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he gave you a small smile, looking away quickly before you could see the faint blush on his cheeks. "Ready to watch something? Or…" he asked, setting his phone down on the coffee table and gesturing towards the small bookshelf he had by the tv, your favourite board games all stashed there. You nodded, taking a seat beside him on the couch, “movie sounds good,” you hummed. He handed you the remote, letting you choose what to watch. You scrolled through Netflix for a few moments before settling on a comedy, wanting something light to watch, but also not wanting to concentrate on something, just wanting to relax.

As the movie played, you found yourself glancing over at him every so often, taking in his features. It was easy to be with him, his soft laughter contagious, his eyes looking at you at a particularly funny joke making you smile. You wondered when you’d admit, to yourself and to him, that maybe you wanted more than friendship.

But you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the movie and trying to enjoy the moment. You laughed at the jokes, and he laughed with you, his hand brushing against yours on the couch. It was a small gesture, but it sent shivers down your spine.

He opened his eyes, taking in his room as he sighed, picking his phone up to check the time and letting out a silent groan. He turned to look at you when he felt you shift, first to wake and then to stretch, keeping his lips tightly sealed as he took you in. You felt his eyes on you, ignoring them as you allowed your body to catch up with your brain, waking up as his alarm finally went off. “What?” You finally mumbled when he didn’t say anything, his lips still shut but trying not to show his smile. “Was afraid you’d snap at me if I talked at this ungodly hour.” He whispered, this time not hiding his smile and grinning rather happily at you, a smile that you couldn’t help but mirror.

He looked a little too good for this early in the morning, his eyes looking at you so softly, hair ruffled and skin golden from all the time in the sun, and you couldn’t help but make a mental snapshot of this for future reference, whatever that would be.

And yeah, Bradley was an attractive man, it was impossible to not notice, but that didn’t change that 7am hadn’t even rolled by yet, and this man already looked that good. “Shut up.” You said after a while, thanking the darkness of the room for covering the blush that had started colouring your cheeks when you noticed just how long you had been staring at him, his smirk just growing, even if he wouldn’t tease you about it. “Okay.” He mimicked a zip closing his mouth, standing from the bed with a little bow. “Okay, no, don’t take that literally. I like your voice.” You muttered, sitting up a little better and rubbing your eyes, letting the revelation fall from your lips with no thought, too busy trying to not crawl back under the covers again.

You didn’t catch it, but he had given you a smile that held nothing but love at your comment, his cheeks now reddening too as he reached for his clothes, collecting all he needed for the day and placing it in one pile, then grabbing what he’d be wearing and holding on to it. “You know, you don’t have to stay up. Go back to sleep, okay?” It was nice, not waking up alone, even if he wanted to keep his routine quicker than usual, wanting to leave you your space and not impose. Or get back in bed with you, sleep for a little longer, make that distance between you a little less and maybe even hold you, just for a bit. It had happened only once or twice, that during movie night you’d end up falling asleep at one point, resting your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping protectively around you, but it hadn’t happened many times, and he knew it couldn’t happen now. “I’ll wait until you go.” You looked up at him and smiled, one eye closed as you leaned against the wall, eyes still on him. Rooster nodded quickly, tightening the hold on his clothes. “I’ll go shower and then I’ll leave, yeah?” He said quickly, not even if you had said that he didn’t count with the whole getting exhausted of people, he still didn’t want to be overbearing. “Oh, sure, yeah.” You nodded, sending him a quick smile before he disappeared behind the bathroom door, leaving you to snuggle into his bed, careful not to fall asleep as you shifted lower, moving closer to the centre of the bed now that he had left it, settling your head between your pillow and his, the smell of his cologne clinging to the material and making you close your eyes as you breathed it in, letting your body relax in his bed.

Out of the shower and already dressed for the day, Rooster couldn’t help but smile when he saw you cuddled up into his bed again, and he had to resist the urge to climb in with you. He knew you wanted space, knew this was about you getting some, but that sentence, I don’t feel the need to get away from you, it just made him want to hold you, even if that was a line he knew he shouldn’t cross, no matter how deeply he wanted to. But, compromising with himself, he walked over, smoothing your hair down and smiling at you once more when you opened your eyes, expression warm as you looked up at him. “I’ll probably come back later, yeah? Before heading out to the Hard Deck?” He hummed, voice low as he spoke. “I’d like that, yeah.” You already knew you wouldn’t be heading out with him, preferring the calmness of being here, maybe picking a good movie or relaxing with a face mask, but you still were happy about the idea of him coming back to hang out with you, even if only for a little while. Rooster had his ways of just fitting well with you, and most times you hated that about him, like you were right now. Fingers combing through your hair, voice low to not disturb you, face close as he considered placing a kiss on your forehead. He was careful, and attentive, and funny, and flirty, and teasing, and kind, and it made you wonder how much longer you could go before you’d have to tell him how you felt, your feelings from him having started to shift a while ago now. You could take it, you thought, a simple friendship, if that’s what he wanted, but not knowing what his feelings were while also fitting so comfortably in his arms was proving a harder task each day. “I’ll see you later.” He finally hummed, kissing your forehead gently and moving away before he could spot your reaction, sending you a wave as he picked his things and walked out the door, leaving you alone in his apartment, in his bedroom, in his t-shirt.

You had ended up spending a few more hours in bed, basking in the sweet feeling of tranquility that washed over you every time you turned in bed, his smell, the softness of the sheets, the relief of not having to deal with other people for the day. By 10am you had gotten up and started making yourself breakfast. The rest of the day went by easily, between watching series and movies, catching up on reading, resting, playing, and simply doing nothing. The afternoon was slowly winding to an end when you heard footsteps approaching from outside, turning towards the door to greet your new roommate. “Good day?” You asked when he walked in, his frown softening when he saw you draped over his couch, facing him with a bright smile. It’s not that he had forgotten that you were there, quite the opposite actually, the thought never left his mind, but he hadn’t expected you to be so happy to see him, maybe. Or maybe it was just you. In his home, there for him, and it felt sweet, and domestic, almost. He could get used to this a little too easily, and it scared him. “Long day.” He finally answered, taking his boots off and stretching. “You?” “Oh, very good, yeah.” You replied, smiling at him. “Good. I'm glad to hear that.” He said, walking towards the kitchen to grab a drink. As he passed by you, you couldn't help but catch his scent, a mix of his cologne and the smell of the outdoors. It was intoxicating, and you found yourself wanting to get closer to him. As he rummaged through the fridge, you couldn't help but admire his broad shoulders and muscular arms. He was a handsome man, and you had always found him attractive, but he was your best friend, and that was all.

As he turned around, drink in hand, he caught you staring at him and raised an eyebrow. You quickly looked away, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Everything okay?” He asked, walking over to sit next to you on the couch. “Yeah, sorry. Just zoned out for a second.” You said, trying to play it cool. He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. “You're cute when you're flustered.” “Oh, shut up.” You chuckled, walking over and playfully slapping his arm, reaching for a glass yourself. “I mean it.” He repeated, smirking. “Shush. So, Hard Deck tonight? Drinks with your sworn enemy Hangman?” you joked, knowing him and Hangman weren’t enemies in the slightest, had solved all their issues a few months ago.

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You stood when you heard the steps approaching the door, a smile on your face, knowing Rooster was bound to come home soon, judging by the 12am rule he had, always wanting to be at home by that time, in bed just a little while later, not wanting to risk messing up his body clock. “Roos?” You called, opening the door and standing by it, eyes widening when you spotted Hangman holding Rooster up, laughing as they walked, one of them clearly drunker than the other. “Sweetheart!” Hangman called happily when he noticed you, the beers consumed enveloping him in a comfortable buzz, his mind not even questioning why you were at Rooster’s place, or why you hadn’t been around all day, just accepting it with a smile, leading your new roommate back to you. “Good night?” You asked, arm sliding under Rooster’s, holding him up as you tried to support his weight, his arm protectively wrapping around you as his head rested on top of yours, dopey smile only visible by Hangman. “Very good! Rooster here drank a little more than planned, but good.” He said, reaching over to pat Rooster’s shoulder, laughing when he heard the man groan. “I’ll see you around? You’ll make sure he survives the night?” He asked with his signature smirk, hoping his job was done so he could crash on his own bed, having drank more than planned himself, too. “Yep, no worries. Go take care of yourself now, and yeah, see you soon!” You called as he walked down the path, walking slow and calculated steps to his own place, throwing you a thumbs up over his shoulder. You chuckled at the scene, closing the door behind you and Rooster and helping him towards the bed, doubting he’d stand back up if you walked him to the couch instead. He stood in his room, looking at you as you patted his shoulder, pointing to the bed. “Sit. I’ll get you some water.” You muttered, walking towards the kitchen and making quick work of pouring him some fresh water, trying to minimize the damage. “I’m so glad you asked to stay over.” He slurred slightly, letting his weight fall to the bed when you walked back, grabbing the glass of water from your hand and sipping on it, closing his eyes. “Because I take care of you when you’re drunk?” You asked playfully, grabbing the glass back, still half full, from the floor where he had placed it, knowing he’d knock it over if not. “No, ‘cause I love havin’ you around. And ‘cause you’re cute. And it’s nice to wake up next to you, better than I had imagined.” He said with a chuckle, looking up at you with big eyes before blushing, shaking his head at his own words. “Cute?” You asked, even if you were more curious about the waking up by your side part. “Yes. But no, I’ll shut up now.” He chuckled, grin dopey as he looked at you, laying down on the bed and pulling you down with him, his hand resting on your hip. You both were aware, even him, in his drunken state, that this was more than friendly touching, especially paired with his prior words, but neither of you minded it. You nodded, laughing softly and combing your fingers through his hair, pulling some stray strands back and watching amused as his eyes closed and he sighed contently. “I like that.” He whispered, opening his eyes again to look at you, too tired to properly keep them open. “I think it’s bedtime, big boy.” You whispered back, smiling as he closed his eyes, your touch not stopping, set on continuing until he was fast asleep, which didn’t seem would take long. “I can’t wait to wake up next to you again.” He hummed, eyes fluttering open for only one second, closing again when he saw you, as if he needed the certainty that you were still there, still real. “Goodnight.” You whispered, ignoring the blush on your cheeks and the quickening of your heart, fingers threading through his hair, his breathing soft and rhythmical, soon enough signalling his slumber. You peeled away from him, chuckling when he groaned at the loss, tiptoeing around his place until you found everything you could find against his hangover, sure that it would hit him in the morning.

You opened your eyes when you felt him shift, his groan waking you up more as you turned to look at him, his hand meeting his head as he held it, another pained groan being huffed out. “There’s painkillers and water on the bedside cabinet.” You whispered, closing your eyes again and feeling him move away, finally realizing just how close you were, just how he was holding you. Legs tangled, one of his hands still holding yours while the other slipped from your waist to stretch towards the side, finding the tablet and letting it fall into his mouth as he opened the bottle, the top of it already opened the night before, trying to make everything as smooth as possible.

As he swallowed the pill with a gulp of water, he turned back to you, his eyes still bleary from sleep and the remnants of his hangover. But as he looked at you, his expression softened and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Hey," he murmured, his voice raspy from disuse. "Good morning," you replied, returning his smile. You looked at him, the way the soft morning light colored his cheeks, almost unable to look away. He shifted closer to you, his hand still holding yours, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest at the intimate contact. The tension between you both was palpable, and you knew that something had shifted between you since last night. "I had a good dream," he whispered, his gaze never leaving yours. "Oh?" you asked, curiosity piqued. "Yeah," he said, his thumb stroking over the back of your hand. "We were sitting on a beach, watching the sunset. It was just us, and it felt...perfect." You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, and you couldn't help but think that maybe your feelings for him weren't one-sided after all. "I had a dream too," you said softly, biting your lip nervously. "We were dancing, and you were twirling me around. It felt like we were the only two people in the room." It wasn’t a lie, with the way he had been holding you throughout the night it was an easy thing to imagine, to dream. Rooster's smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your lips. "Maybe it doesn’t have to be just a dream," he murmured, his hand moving from yours to cup your cheek. And then he kissed you, soft and sweet and tentative at first, but then growing more urgent as the heat between you intensified. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, knowing that all that fear you had held onto, ignoring your feelings for him for who knows what reason, was dissipating in that very moment, his hands holding onto you so carefully. As you pulled away from the kiss, Rooster's eyes were filled with a newfound intensity, one you already couldn’t get enough of. You smiled at him, feeling more alive than ever before, and whispered, "Good morning, indeed."

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Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (Two)

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yourusername ladies and gentlecars, welcome back to my post game penalty box update show!

today, october 14th, not only is it the anniversary of my best friend and brother being born, but it's also the day that the canucks won against the oilers again!

last game, leon draisaitl said "it's good to get smacked around a bit." when he scored 42 seconds in, i was worried the oilers would get their revenge, but my fear was proven to be useless! we won 4-3! AND quinny got an assist on kuzy's goal! what a lovely birthday present! (mine was better, but this is a good one, too) and shoutout to hyman for quite literally carrying quinn into the glass, that was a gift for me! so kind!

ANYHOOZLE— quinny, i’m so proud of you! you're popping off this season already and it's only been two games! i love you way past infinity💙 keep it up, bestie! and happy birthday, once again <3

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petersbaby · 2 years

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Fuck it, I’m pressing post and you can’t stop me

Green - Gareth & Eddie x Reader

Warnings: high sex, reader is high but they are too (EVERYTHING’S CONSENSUAL), oral (m receiving), smut, male masturbation, threesome

Gareth is aged up to 18

“He’s still mad that I got you and not him.” Gareth says, leaned back and nonchalant in your computer chair.

“I’ve told you guys this, I’m not an item to be ‘got’. I get I’m the only girl in the group, but seriously.”

“Hey, I know that. It’s just like- it’s gotten worse, I think. He’s got it bad for you.”

“I’m yours, though. Wanna be yours.”

You look at him from the bed with eyes so sweet he has to come squish you and lay on top of you, hugging you tight. You giggled as you only struggled to breathe just a little bit, it wasn’t a problem. Worth it.

In the car on the way to Eddie’s to smoke, a couple of days later, you use the flip-down mirror to apply a fresh coat of lipgloss and Gareth takes his eyes off the road briefly to look at you.

“You’re so pretty. You know that?”

You blush. “Stop it.”

“I’m serious.” He laughs.

When you get to the trailer, you and Gareth both find a place on Eddie’s old and well loved sofa while he retrieves his supplies. You hear him rummaging around in his room, but he finally comes out with everything: the weed, the tray, the grinder, the rolling papers.

He sits and starts working his magic, grinding up the green substance and rolling it up, soon producing a pretty big joint that he lights in his mouth. You pass it back and forth to each other, 3 doesn’t really qualify as a “rotation”. You watch as the boys immerse in their creative process; sometimes they get like this.

They’ll go into song-writing mode and come up with their best ideas when they’re stoned. Eddie strums random cords on his guitar and your boyfriend jots down words in a beat up notebook.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, be right back.” Gareth announces, weirdly loud and formal, very high. You look over at Eddie and he’s stifling a laugh, trying to hard not to crack up. Very high too.

You couldn’t deny that you weren’t on the same level as them, but you were better at composing yourself. You just smile at him and shake your head, going back to watching tv.

Gareth gets up and goes down the hall to the bathroom, and as soon as the door clicks shut, Eddie puts down his guitar and scoots close to you. Like, right next to you, the spot Gareth was just in a minute ago.

“Uh… whatcha doing there, eds?” You laugh nervously.

“Listen, I just gotta say sorry in advance. I have to do this, I’m sorry.”

“What the-“

He leans in quickly, and in less than the amount of time it takes to blink, his lips press hard against yours. You felt like you were floating, felt like maybe you were in a dream. You were somewhere far away and on cloud nine, and all you could consciously do was let him kiss you. His lips tasted good. Weed, tobacco, cherry chapstick maybe?

You take in a deep, sharp breath once you realize what’s going on. It felt like forever to you, but Gareth was still in the bathroom, it must’ve only been a mere few seconds.

Yeah, for whatever reason, you decide to kiss him back. There would be major consequences for this, this was cheating. The more you thought about it, the guiltier you grew, you finally pulled away from him.

His face was flushed and red, eyes pink tinged and glassy. Standing unexpectedly right beside the couch was Gareth, and you immediately just wanna run. You have no explanation for why you did that. You didn’t do it, you tell yourself, he did it. You just let him. And then also sort of encouraged him. Just as bad? Maybe. Either way, both of you were frozen.

“Gare, I’m so sorry, I-“ you start to tear up.

“No, man, it was me. I kissed her, I fucked up and I kissed her. Don’t be mad at her, be mad at me, if anything.” Eddie interrupts, and starts to ramble.

Gareth ignores him and looks straight to you, for some reason, worry on his face. Concern?

“It’s okay. I told you he liked you, I tried to warn you. Are you okay? Did he go too far, you know, anything you didn’t consent to?”

“N-no.”

“Good. Did you… did you like it?” He asks, noticing your heavy breathing and frazzled expression. The room fell silent. Terribly silent. You weren’t gonna answer that.

“I asked you a question.” He reminds you firmly, as though you forgot. Really, the cogs in your brain were just desperately attempting to turn.

“I- I uh, I dunno, I’m just really high. I don’t know, I’m sorry.” You were overwhelmed, feeling like your body was overheating.

“Hey, don’t cry.” Eddie tries to comfort you. “It was all me, I’m serious. Don’t be mad at her.” He tries to defend himself to Gareth.

“I’m not mad. If she likes it, I’ll let it slide. Just this once, though, Munson. Never again.” He points at the boy.

“Really?” You ask, a little dumb and confused.

“Yeah, god, if you could see yourself right now. You look desperate. You want me to share some of you?”

“Mhm. Please.” You nod.

“Alright. Remember to speak up if you change your mind or don’t feel comfortable anymore.”

You nod again. He comes to sit on the couch beside you, on the other side of you this time, patting his lap. You happily climb into it, straddling him and attaching your lips to his right away.

To be honest, it didn’t matter who’s lips they were, kissing felt really really good right now. You have little perception on just what you’re doing subconsciously, just going with what felt right. You didn’t mind it at all, just happily soaking in every sensation you feel while on top of the world.

The boys didn’t mind either. They could tell you weren’t thinking, just going with the flow. You share a deep and filthy kiss with your boyfriend and you moan softly and repeatedly while your tongue invades his mouth.

You also soon started grinding down on him while doing this, truly a desperate little mess. Eddie sits on the other side of the couch just watching you, palming his achingly hard dick in his jeans.

“Mmh. ‘M hot.” You whine and Gareth pulls your top off over your head for you without hesitation. He wanted you to feel comfortable and if you were hot, he’d help you with that. There was nothing underneath the top he took off for you.

“Jesus christ.” Eddie mutters out loud, causing you to remember he’s there. You both look over at him, he’s already sweating.

“You wanna give our friend some sugar, baby?”

“Mhm.” You nod quickly, and crawl over to him. You do the same, climbing into his lap except this time only straddling one of his thighs, and he leans in to kiss you again.

You make out now, harder than the earlier kiss, more lust in it. You find yourself rutting against his jean-clad thigh, you feel the need to look over at your boyfriend. He gives you an approving expression, as if to silently say ‘yes, that’s fine.’

Eddie surprisingly kept his hands to himself, reluctant to possibly fuck this up. All he did was look, and he looked a lot.

“Fuck, want somethin’ inside of me.” You huff, pulling off.

“That’s gonna be me, I’m not letting Eddie fuck you, baby.”

“Okay.”

“Here, scoot toward me and bend over.”

You do as he says, arching your back while he checks out the view of your ass from behind.

“You wanna suck him off?”

“Should I?”

“I think it’d be the nice thing to do.”

“Okay. Yes.” You nod.

You look up at Eddie from below your lashes and he quickly turns to face you, undoing his best buckle hastily and pushing his pants and boxers down his thighs.

You hear the same belt and zipper noises from behind you, then feel your jeans and panties being pulled off of you and you help in their removal. Gareth presses his cock against your soaking wet hole and groans to himself, you take Eddie’s cock in your hand and stroke it a few times.

“Shit.” He comments at the feeling. Your hand felt so much better than his own. You spit on the tip and it runs down his length, warm saliva glistening, and you keep jerking his cock.

You grow desperate, achingly aware of the emptiness in your cunt and wiggle your ass slightly to try to tell him you want it now. Gareth grabs your hips to still you, and sinks in not-so-gradually. A loud moan erupted from you.

“Ohhh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” You moan as he slides in and out of your wet heat with ease.

Now that you had something filling up that part of you, you decided to fill your mouth up next. You take the tip of Eddie’s leaking cock past your lips, tongue running up and down the slit to collect the precum.

“Ah, god damn it. Holy shit.” Eddie grips the couch cushions closest to his reach, not prepared for your level of skill with this.

“Her mouth is good, isn’t it? It’s all mine, too.” Gareth says smugly, smacking your ass with a little sting.

“Yes, mmmh, fuck.”

You sink down deeper, taking more and more of him into your mouth until your lips reach the neat curls at the base of his cock. Gareth pounds into you harder from behind, making you moan around it. Eddie feels the vibration to his core, almost shuddering. He’s a moaning, groaning mess.

You pull off of his dick, a string of saliva connecting it to your mouth, to speak.

“You can pull my hair. Please.”

Eddie finds his dominant hand in your hair, collecting a fistful of it and tugging at it roughly, which makes you moan.

He uses the leverage to guide your head up and down, at the perfect pace that had him quickly stumbling to the edge, hitting the back of your throat each time without a problem. You didn’t seem to have a gag reflex, so he took advantage of that. You truly were something.

But soon, you feel your release coming, just needing a little bit more. You take your hand off Eddie, pulling off of him, and reach between your thighs, beneath your body.

You start to rub circles over your clit while Gareth fucks you from behind, selfishly chasing what you want and now neglecting Eddie.

He watches you desperately and feverishly touch yourself like an animal in heat and starts fucking his fist. You whine and cry into the cushions, beginning to chant “please, please, please.”

“I’ve got you, shh. You’ll get it.” Gareth soothes, gently rubbing your ass.

“Please, daddy, oh fuck.”

Both boys groan. Eddie is so fucking jealous of Gareth.

“Please, please, I’m-“ you let out a loud, pornographic moan, one that’s familiar to Eddie only because he watches a lot of porn. You sounded just like the girls in them, heavenly.

You tighten up around Gareth’s cock and feel yourself gush a little, orgasming hard. He doesn’t let up, continuing his pace, while you whine and come down. You look at Eddie again, and see that he’s fiercely stroking his cock while just looking at you, watching you enjoy yourself.

You take over again, swatting his hand away and replacing it with your mouth. It takes a very small amount of time after this before his cock is twitching in your mouth, and that’s the only warning you get that he’s cumming.

He cums with a groan and a string of curses, letting you suck the soul out of him til he has nothing left. You feel it all run down the back of your throat and swallow it down.

When you’re done, you look up at his face to see his eyes blown out, huge and wide. He was panting, almost like a dog who got too excited, looking down at you with wonder.

“You make eds feel good? You make him happy?” Gareth asks.

“Mhm. I did.” You answer, feeling proud of yourself.

“Good girl.” He breathes heavily, fucking into your cunt hard. “My- god damn it, my turn.”

You feel his thrusts get sloppier and you know he’s close, you wait patiently to be filled up and you soon are.

“You okay?”

“I’m good.” You sigh, nodding your head.

You lay there, still in a daze, still a bit high. Still very naked. Both the boys were all clothed again, and look quite normal and casual besides their hair being a little messier than it usually is.

They seem to have come down, or are in the process of coming down, which you were still not yet.

“Okay, well put your clothes back on, ‘kay? Here.” Gareth hands you your shirt, panties, and pants, telling Eddie to go get you a cup of water. Once you have everything back on, you chug the water very fast, and they both chuckle.

Gareth lets you lay your head in his lap, playing with your hair. You’re sleepy, but you can hear them talking above you.

Something about “a one time thing,” and “don’t go telling anyone about this.” and Eddie agreeing. Too sleepy.

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augustinewrites · 1 year

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happy diluc day!

like every year, you’ve placed yourself at the head of diluc’s birthday party planning committee.

and like every year, diluc pretends not to notice you and adelinde giggling and scheming whenever he leaves the room. (it’s his house, and he’s the darknight hero. not much gets past him.)

it’s not as if he feels the need to intervene. you know him well, and know how to plan a party to his liking. not overly gaudy or crowded, with good food, good drinks, and good people.

the guest list is always impressive. you - and by proxy, diluc - have made a lot of friends from beyond mondstadt the past few years.

you hug each one as they come in. the gentleman from wangsheng funeral parlour, the yanshang teahouse owner, the lord and lady of the kamisato clan, and the akademiya scribe, to name a few. diluc shakes each of their hands and thanks them for coming as he welcomes them into his home.

the traveler also makes an appearance. diluc greets she and paimon heartily, glad to see old friends.

at least until she mutters, “i’m sorry.”

he glances down at her, confused. “sorry for wh—”

“hey, girlie! wait up!”

he immediately stiffens when he glances up to see who’s called out to her, and you grab diluc’s arm, keeping him grounded and rooted in place when the fatui harbinger comes trotting up to him.

“master diluc, right?” he asks, grinning as if he isn’t seconds from death. “happy birthday, sir!”

“what is he doing here?” he demands, looking between you and the traveler.

you wring your hands tightly. “i— i just gave lumine a plus one, i didn’t think that she’d bring—” you look to lumine, who sighs.

“we’d just finished our weekly foray at the golden house and he just invited himself along…”

“that i did!” the harbinger grins, casually throwing an arm around her. “i’ve always wanted to meet the infamous diluc ragnvindr. you know the fatui still tell stories of the red storm?”

“i suppose i didn’t do my job if there are still people around to tell stories,” he scoffs.

“well, you did something right, because if it weren’t for you, i would have never gotten the eleventh seat!”

diluc can feel you fix him with a hesitant gaze. to this day, he’s only shared a fraction of what he’d done during his time…abroad.

the harbinger is lucky you’re here, keeping diluc’s hands away from his throat.

“don’t worry, master diluc!” paimon chimes in, obviously attempting to dissolve the tension in the foyer. “paimon will keep her eyes on him and make sure that he stays out of trouble!”

“you’ll be neck deep in mint jelly in a few minutes, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” the traveler scolds.

“don’t worry,” the harbinger says, holding his hands up in surrender. “if i wanted to do anything nefarious, i would have already. i’m just here for my girlfr—”

“you’re not my boyfriend.”

“not yet.”

“not even in your dreams.”

“like i said, not yet.”

diluc watches the two in confusion. what in teyvat was he seeing right now?

“excuse us,” you cut in, interrupting their bickering and smiling as you tug diluc away from the group and into the linen closet.

“are you okay?” you check, a deep frown on your face. “i’m really sorry, i didn’t think a harbinger would show up. i can kick him out—”

“it’s fine,” he tells you. “there’s no need to make a scene. it’s highly unlikely he would try anything here, surrounded by the knights, and with so many high ranking people around. and if the traveler trusts him…”

your nod is followed by an awkward silence, one diluc feels the need to break. “listen, what he said about snezhnaya–”

“diluc, it’s okay–”

“it’s not, i need to be honest–”

“no, you don’t,” you cut him off firmly. “i’m not going to make you tell me what you did, and i’m certainly not going to make you justify it. especially if whatever you did means that you’re here with me right now, celebrating your birthday and not– not buried under the snow somewhere in snezhnaya.”

he doesn’t think you’ve realized you’re crying, tears gathering on your lash line as you turn away. so diluc pulls you in, letting you cling to him, using his thumb to rub small circles across the back of your neck.

“let’s get out of here,” you mutter. “somewhere harbinger free, just for a few minutes.”

“where do you want to go?”

“every year i have adelinde set something up just outside the vineyard,” you admit with a small smile. “i know kaeya and venti drive you crazy sometimes, so i thought just in case…”

“that’s smart,” he smiles. you really have thought of everything. “should we really leave in the middle of my birthday party?”

the two of you collapse into a fit of giggles, diluc looping and arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"ready?" you ask as you grip the door handle. he nods, and you both run through the winery sneak away from the party and into the vineyard for some very much needed alone time.

BONUS

“oh no. oh no no no,” lumine mutters when mona introduces her to her plus one: a vahumana scholar from sumeru whom she’d been corresponding with as of late.

“something the matter, traveler?” scaramouche aka the balladeer aka wanderer, aka hat guy asks, sending her a smirk that she wants to wipe clean off his face. his amusement only grows when he sees his former coworker by her side.

“hey there,” childe greets. then, after staring rather shamelessly, “you look…familiar. have we met?”

#diluc x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #diluc fluff #diluc x you #genshin drabbles

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your-queer-dad · 1 month

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dad! I talked to the princapal and got the right name on some papers and also he said he’d talk to all the staff

later that day a different teacher came up to me and pulled me asided and asked me if she was the one who misgendered me she was really worried and said if she did she’s sorry and she asked if I was ok and stuff she’s alright sometimes I wish it was all the time

anyway back to the shitty teacher she’s just been avoiding me I think I haven’t heard her talk about me or to me the entire while

the principal said that none of this was on purpose but like bro she’s been screaming and misgendering and she’ll be super ableist and visibly homophobic not letting boys sit near eachother and saying how like boys can’t have stuffed animals and we’re to old for itshit whenever we’d bring toys to school but she lets the girls do it! and she’ll go on rants about how boys shouldn’t to this or be this etc and how girls can’t act like this blah blah blah and it’s like hell yeah she meant it the fuck

anyway she’s either lying to him or he’s covering for her either way this is annoying he kept trying to like idk smooth it over and it’s like dude I don’t need to be best friends with her just tell her to stop being a massive pile of shit

also I got my blood drawn and they kept deadnaming me and saying how oh well when you get your name legally changed then we can call you whatever you want. And it’s like sure but you could also call me my name right now motherfucker. My mom made a comment like only a couple more months because I’ll be turning eighteen soon and I called her out cause she does this thing where she pretends to be a good mom and a ally in public but actually she’s been keeping me from transitioning and she sent me terf books and called me a demon spawn and threatens me like all the time etc and then in the car after the appointment in the car I told her she’s making excuses for the nurses and they didn’t have to deadname me and then she got mad like really fucking mad and she went all quiet and started driving crazy like dangerous crazy she does that a lot and it’s a miracle she hasn’t gotten me in a car crash I’m at home now I know she’s not safe not just from the car thing just in general she’s violent and threatens a lot and she does this thing where when she gets mad she’ll grab the back of my neck real hard and drag me around like a damn rubber chicken I started walking behind her to avoid it so it hasn’t happened in a while but idk man everything really pisses me off this is all bullshit and I’m so sick of everyone just excusing it all you feel me also some girl at school keeps coming up behind me and squeezing my neck and it keeps fucking with me cause of what my mom does that girl keeps hitting on me to she won’t leave me alone and this always fucking happens dude she’s like threatening and making jokes about sexually assaulting me and I’m like bro??? The fuck?? My parents don’t care I’ll tell the principal if it gets worse but with the way he is he’ll probably be like oh she didn’t mean it she’s so young she was just joking try to be friends she’s just a little girl blah blah blah I hate how adults justify all this shit I just want someone to call it out or get mad on my behalf for once why won’t anybody ever defend me I’ve been dealing with this for eighteen years the same shit over and over from everyone I’m just a kid to and no one ever stepped in

Hey kiddo, I am so sorry you have all of that shit to deal with, that's awful. I'm really proud of you for telling the principal and that teacher came to check that they were being okay. How your mom treats you is awful and you don't deserve any of that. I am so sorry she has been doing that. You have so much awful things happening to you and it isn't fair, not at all.

- dad x

#lgbt #finch rambles #lgbtq #lgbtqia #queer positivity #trans #transgender #ask a finch!

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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Support (John Stones x Reader)

**I got a request to write for Stones and then @faye01mcfc gave me an idea of what to write about specifically. Also, I’ve only done it twice but I’m kind of into using just one word as the title. Enjoy reading!! ❤️**

Word count: 1621

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John had gotten used to winning trophies in the last couple of years but the treble felt much more special. And if there was someone he wanted to celebrate that achievement with, it was you.

Some of his teammates headed to Ibiza for a pre-celebration and he joined them. It was a good time, sure. But deep down, he couldn't wait to just be with you.

"You're back!", you said surprised and ran to the door to greet him.

"Yes. I got bored of my teammates and decided to come back a bit earlier".

"Don't get bored of me now, then".

"Never".

John was obviously tired after the last couple of days, so you just had some quiet time together.

"I'll make some dinner".

"Ok. Oh by the way, we have a lot of events tomorrow so I'll leave quite early. We can meet after the parade, right?"

"The parade?", you knew there would be one, of course. But just the thought of it made you feel cold sweat on your skin.

"I can't go", you said quietly.

"Do you have work?"

"No. I just…".

He let out a dry laugh. "I'm not surprised. You never come to anything with me. And I usually don't mind if football is not your thing but this is the most important moment of my career. And my girlfriend won't be there".

"It's just that…".

"Everyone gets support from their partners. But all I get is an empty seat to look at. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"I'm sorry".

"Do you even care about me? Do you care about my career? Sometimes I wonder…".

"Of course I do, John".

"Then show it to me!"

"It's just…I…", you didn't know how to say the words. A part of you almost wished he was just mad at you. But he was disappointed and hurt. And that broke your heart. "You're right. You deserve better".

"Wait what?"

You picked up your jacket and bag and made your way to the door.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?"

"I can't be here right now. I'm sorry I keep hurting you. You deserve someone who supports you. Not me…".

"What are you trying to say? Just stay and we can talk. Don't go".

"I have to".

John just stared at the door wondering what had happened. Were you…breaking up with him? What was going on?

He tried to give you a couple of hours to do whatever you needed to do to clear your head but was also worried about anything happening to you.

All his calls went straight to voicemail and he was getting desperate not knowing how to contact you.

When his phone rang, he hoped it was you but it was an unknown number. He normally wouldn't answer but it could be you calling from another number or something, so he couldn't risk not answering.

"Hello?"

"John? I'm Alicia".

He was right to answer then. Alicia was one of your best friends.

"Do you know where she…?"

"She's here".

"Thank God. Is she ok?"

"Sort of? I mean, she's trying to keep it together but she keeps saying that it's all her fault whenever you call and she refuses to answer. So I got your number from her phone and called you without her knowing. She's taking a shower".

"Can I go there and see her?"

"Please. I hate seeing her like this. I know how hard it's for her to open up and she ends up hurting herself more".

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know. She struggles so much with talking about feelings and then there's her horrible social anxiety".

Now it all made sense. But why didn't you tell him?

"Yes. Don't tell her I'm on my way, please. I'll be there soon".

He went to his car and drove to Alicia's place. All of a sudden, he felt so nervous to talk to you.

You were always so supportive whenever he mentioned his insecurities after a bad match. But…didn't you think he could do the same for you?

"Come in. I'll go to my room, she's over there".

"Thank you".

Alicia nodded before leaving you two alone to talk.

"Ali? Who is it?"

"Me".

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying to find why my girlfriend ran away?", he laughed, nervously.

"It's all too much, John".

"Alicia told me without knowing she did".

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Your social anxiety? It's that why you don't come to matches or events or anything?"

You nodded, biting your lip and looking down, ashamed. "I'm sorry".

"For what? The only thing you did wrong was not telling me. I would have understood. I'm not going to force you to do something that hurts you".

"But it's stupid. I'm like a little child. Actually, it's gotten worse. I was better as a child".

John sat down next to you and held your hand. "I'm getting worse too, you know? I left Ibiza because the plan bored me. And there will be moments that bore me at the parade too. And look at Julián! He felt so uncomfortable celebrating on the pitch because that's hard for him too. You're not the only one who goes through that and your age means nothing in this case".

"But you deserve to be supported".

"You support me. It was really unfair saying you don't. You do it in the way you can and I appreciate it so much".

You were still not sure. "But you'd be disappointed if I don't go to the parade…".

He laughed and you noticed it was a nice laugh. He wasn't laughing at you.

"Well, now I know why you can't go, I'd rather you stay home, to be honest. I'll be so worried thinking about you being overwhelmed by all the people and all that".

"I'm still sorry".

"How about this? You skip the parade and come to the dinner afterwards. It's just the players and their families. No photographers or cameras. No drunk fans. Just drunk players but we can sit away from them".

You chuckled thinking about the players you would be avoiding then.

"I could try that".

"And if you feel it's too much, we leave".

"I'd like to do that".

"Yeah?", his big smile was contagious. So you smiled back and nodded.

After your talk, you both went back home and kept chatting about why it was so hard for you to deal with certain social interactions. John couldn't relate to all of it but understood your feelings anyways.

"I wish you had told me earlier", he said.

"I wish I had too. I'm always scared of people's reactions to hearing about it but you've been great since you found out".

So the next morning, it was time to get ready for a long day. You just had to go to work like any other day. But John had all these events he had to attend. He didn't struggle like you did but was definitely tired of all of it by the time of the parade. He just wanted to go to the team's dinner and see you. Hoping you would be fine.

He had warned some of his teammates and they understood. They weren't going to bother you much but would try to make you feel welcome.

"Hey! You look stunning!"

You smiled at John. It's true that you made a bit of a bigger effort. The whole process of picking up the outfit and doing your makeup helped you forget about your nerves for a while so that was nice too.

"Thank you. Should we meet everyone?"

He nodded, leading you to the first group of teammates.

"Oh wow, you actually exist. We thought John had made you up".

You laughed while John rolled his eyes. "He was clearly hiding her because of how beautiful she is", said another one of his teammates.

"Ok, enough of this group. Let's go meet the others".

"See? Hiding her again".

Their jokes made you loosen up a bit and by the time you had met everyone, you felt slightly better.

"Do you want to come with us to have a drink?", offered Kevin's wife and you pushed yourself a little further and said yes.

"Come back if it gets too much, ok? I'll be right here", whispered John when he leaned down to kiss your cheek. And after nodding, you joined the rest of the women.

"John told you to make an effort for me, right?"

"Yes, isn't it sweet? We were just happy to finally meet you".

"It's nice meeting you too", you said sincerely. "Hopefully, I'll be able to attend matches next season and we can hang out more".

"You're always welcome. Want another glass?"

You nodded and took the glass of champagne. You weren't really into drinking but it was helping you relax.

When you joined John again, he noticed how giggly you had gotten and frowned, curious about the change.

"Had a good time with the girls?"

"Yes, they were super nice. Everyone is super nice".

"Good", he nodded and then saw you grab another glass of champagne and drink it way too fast. "Wow! Easy! You're not used to that so don't try to outdrink Jack".

"I don't think that's humanly possible".

He laughed, holding the glass for a second so you could drink it more slowly.

"It does help a bit. To feel less overwhelmed".

"That's ok. But you can't just have a bottle of champagne every time you feel anxious", he laughed and you pouted.

"Party pooper".

"We'll work on finding what helps the best, ok?"

And you nodded, looking forward to having him help you face your problems.

#john stones #john stones imagine #john stones one shot #john stones angst #john stones fluff #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fluff #footballer angst

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fishyishy · 3 months

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A3! Event Translation - memory of toys (2/11)

Toi: Ah, sorry for startling you. I am Toi, the owner of this shop.

Toi: I really would have liked to give you a gift certificate, but to be honest, the toy store is going through some financial difficulties right now...sigh....

Yuki: Well, it looks like a lot of money was spent on the interior of the store.

Citron: This must be very hard to maintain.

Toi: I’ve been thinking of ways to somehow make a comeback, but there just aren't any seasonal events this time of year.

Toi: I'm worried about how to liven things up.

Yuki: Well, what have you been doing up until now?

Toi: In the summer we have a beach themed special, with toys you can play with at the beach! For Halloween, we collect items like scary ghosts!

Toi: Christmas is a big event, so I collect a lot of interesting toys from around the world!

Citron: Oh~ How nice~!

Yuki: When you hear it like that, it sounds pretty interesting.

Toi: Right!? But now... in this day and age, you can get anything you want on the internet.

Toi: Besides, nowadays everyone wants to buy things with good reviews, so lesser known foreign toys get ignored.

Toi: These are some of the things I collected while traveling around the world because I thought they were just so wonderful....

Yuki: Hmm, so you buy your own toys?

Citron: Amazing! Sharing your travel memories with everyone!

Toi: Thank you. I inherited this store from my parents, so it still has that same luxurious interior that was popular a long time ago.

Yuki: I see. But, it seems difficult collecting toys from all over the world.

Citron: I also had no idea such a world of dreams existed in a place like this!

Toi: I guess I do need to let more people know about the shop....

Toi: With that being said, i wonder if the shop can make it through this month. The store can't afford to be advertising, so I'm kind of at a dead end.

Toi: As a last resort, I asked the shopping district to hold a raffle, but to be honest, the customer turnover isn't that great.

Toi: Ah.... perhaps you two will be our final customers......

Citron: Oh, it is still too early to give up!!

Toi: Eh?

Citron: Our fight is from now on!

Yuki: That's not what people say when things are about to close down.

Citron: It would be too much of a shame to close down such a wonderful store! Yuki thinks so too right?

Yuki: Me? I don't really care...

Yuki: But... it's just that there's a collection of toys you don't see very often, and the store is cute, so it's a shame...

Citron: That is right! I will...no, we will figure something out!

Toi: Ehhh?

Yuki: Ha?

Citron: Three people together create a spell of wisdom!

Yuki: Is that even a real proverb? You mean three heads are better than one.

Citron: I would like us all to cooperate!

Toi: Thank you... I'm happy you feel that way. The store is destined to close soon, so do whatever you like.

Citron: I will do my best~!

Yuki: .....This has gotten troublesome.

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#a3! translation #a3!#a3! game #rurikawa yuki #citron #yuki rurikawa #a3! act addict actors

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footprintsinthesxnd · 10 months

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Hi Jess! I hope you’re doing well and that your trip was amazing. This song prompt ask is such a lovely idea. I’m really looking forward to what you’re coming up with. Thank you for doing this 😊🩵

So I was wondering if you would consider doing Chuck obviously and I’m not sorry with "Your beauty never ever scared me" - Mary on a cross, Ghost or "I want you for worse or for better" - How you get the girl, Taylor Swift. Whatever you’re gonna come up with is going to be amazing. So excited! Thank you so much and take care 🩵

Hey Vee

I had a great trip thank you.

So I’m going to go with “I want you for worse or for better” - Taylor Swift for your Chuck Grant headcanon. I just realised I’ve also never written a headcanon so I hope you like it 💗

The Proposal

So this makes me think of Chuck proposing and how adorable would he be

I feel like he’d have gotten the ring months in advance and then spent months worrying and planning the proposal

He’d keep the ring in him at all times incase the perfect moment came up and he’d keep looking at it and imagining you wearing it

Eventually Floyd would talk him into just popping the question and so Chuck would begin planning the perfect moment

Everything would be a secret and Chuck would plan a special day out, maybe a romantic picnic at your favourite spot in the park or by the lake

He’d prepare a picnic and have all your favourite snacks and he’d bring you a bunch of flowers when he turned up at your door

Chuck would be so nervous and his hands would be so sweaty and he’d worry you catch on to the surprise

But it’s okay you don’t realise until after you’ve eaten and you’re relaxing on the blanket

Chuck would take your hand, running his fingers over your knuckles as he tried to remember the speech he’d been practicing with Tab and Shifty for months

He’d be so nervous and then he’d just burst out explaining how much you mean to him

“I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you and you mean the world to me. Wherever you go I want to go. I never want to live without you.”

By the end of his proposal you’re both crying and Chuck has a job to get the ring on your finger with how much his hands are shaking but he manages it

And the kiss afterwards - well let’s just say he is stealing the air from your lungs. It is the most passionate, softest and most loving kiss

His hands are tangled in your hair and your bodies are pressed so closely together that it’s probably good no one else is around to see

When you both pull away Chuck has the biggest smile on his face and despite how much his face will hurt he’s not going to stop smiling for a least the next week

The moment is just perfect and you walk home arm in arm, skipping along the street

And for the rest of the day Chuck keeps telling you how beautiful you are (not that he doesn’t do that multiple times a day anyway)

He can’t wait to marry you

He’s already started planning the wedding and between Tab and a very excited Shifty you’ve got nothing to worry about

The guys will sort everything and it will be perfect

#Chuck Grant #Chuck Grant x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers headcanon #hbowar

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nick/cole — for the prompt crochet presents

Nick was a good hockey husband, Cole really didn’t think he could ask for anyone better, if he had to be hockey married to someone.

And he did, the team made that very clear to him after his rookie season. They wanted to show how committed management was to their young core and how serious they were about the rebuild. And having their brand new, youngest-in-franchise-history captain also show up to start the season in a new work marriage with another one of the team’s stars would soothe some of the worries of even the most traditional hockey media in Montreal.

Cole hadn’t expected to be hockey married this young, so he hadn’t thought about the possibility at all really. But having a work husband turned out to be kinda fun.

It meant the boys teasing him when he finally begged off from whatever bar they were at together, telling him he had to go get home to his husband. And Cole played along, blushing back and saying his hot husband at home was better company than them, even though they didn’t live together.

And girls took him more seriously, when they realized the ring on his right hand was for a work marriage. At their age, it made him look important and responsible.

But now a few years into his hockey marriage there were still a couple of things Cole didn’t understand about it. Like where the boundary between a work marriage and outside of it was supposed to be and if you could kiss your work husband and still be within those boundaries. Or what to do if you’re pretty sure you want to turn your work marriage into a home one.

Cole sat next to Nick on the plane, they always did every trip and Cole kind of assumed it was because of the husband thing though he’d never thought to ask. After they’d gotten settled and changed out of their suits Nick pulled out a mass of yarn out of a bag on his lap. That was new.

Cole stared at his husband, ignoring whatever dumb movie he’d put on his own iPad in front of him, as he deftly looped the yarn around a stick and made the knitted thing attached to it grow larger. After a few minutes of watching him, Cole finally spoke up.

“I didn’t know you could knit.”

“It’s crochet.”

Cole smirked, Nick still hadn’t taken his eyes off his project to look at him. “Oh, sorry.”

“I can knit too though. Learned both of them in elementary school, but that was the last time I’d done either.”

“So why pick it up again now?”

The way Nick wrapped the yarn around one of his thick fingers kind of mesmerized him.

“My mom suggested it might be good stress relief.”

“Ah.” Cole knew Nick was having trouble sleeping lately. He’d looked up insomnia tips and almost ordered melatonin gummies for him before he remembered he should get it cleared with the staff and then forgot about them in his Amazon cart. Mrs. Suzuki’s suggestion was probably better anyway. “And how’s that working out?”

“I still can’t sleep but I’ve got Christmas gifts for every relative done already and it’s October, so.”

Cole finally paused his movie, fully giving up on pretending he was going to actually pay attention to it, and leaned closer to Nick over the armrest. “Does your husband count as one of those relatives?”

He’d been doing that a lot more lately—daringly dropping the word hockey in front of ‘husband’ because he liked the thrill it gave him. Like he was getting away with something and he didn’t know how much longer he could.

Nick finally paused what he was doing and glanced at Cole, his lips pressed together in that little half smile. “You want a handmade toque for Christmas?”

Cole’s laugh was short and sharp, probably waking up Kaiden in front of him. “Yeah, why not?”

“What if it was ugly?” Nick was provoking him, trying to get Cole to admit something, he just wasn’t sure what it was.

“Nick Suzuki, Mr. Perfectionist, giving something ugly? I doubt that.” He smiled watching Nick roll his eyes at that. “But I’d wear it even if it was ugly. If it was a gift.”

Nick went back to working on his crochet project. Now that Nick mentioned toques he could see that it was kind of the vague shape of one. “Good to know.”

When Cole opened his Christmas gift from Nick he expected the dark gray toque he pulled out of the tissue wrapping. But he hadn’t expected matching mittens and a scarf to go along with it. A complete set. Cole immediately pulled the hat on his head while he held the scarf and mittens in his hands, admiring them.

“I didn’t know your insomnia was this bad,” he joked. Cole wasn’t sure how to be earnest about the gift and how much it meant to him. If he wasn’t joking about it, he might accidentally do something embarrassing, like propose to his hockey husband.

“Oh it’s not. I got that under control weeks ago. I had extra time anyway since I finished everyone else’s gifts in October, remember?”

Cole laughed along, even though he still felt shell-shocked with his brand new handmade toque on his head. “Right.”

“Do you like it?” Nick prompted and Cole honestly might say that he looked a little nervous.

“I love it.” He was earnest this time, smiling at Nick as he wrapped the scarf around his neck even though it was practically toasty in his apartment.

Cole wasn’t sure his own gift held up to Nick’s though. A fancy golf trip to one of the courses in he remembered Nick drooling over that time they’d went to go watch the Master’s. When Nick opened the envelope detailing the gift on some fancy paper from whoever Cole had booked it through, he made sure Nick knew a plus one was included for whoever he wanted to bring along. He wanted to ask Nick to bring him.

Instead Cole slipped the mittens on his hands, feeling the softness of the yarn Nick had chosen against his palms. He held them up to Nick, “Hey you guessed my hand size right. They’re a perfect fit.”

#*writing #hrpf #i couldnt not write about nick + crochet again....

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Day 22 | Lost

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When stranded on an uncharted underwater planet, alone and surrounded by hostile lifeforms, there are only two possible outcomes: adapt and survive, or die trying.

Spoilers: For the game Subnautica

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and violence. Mentions of drowning and suffocation.

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“I think we’re lost.”

Scott isn’t afraid to admit he might’ve gotten them turned around, and he’s not too proud to say it’s definitely his own fault.

In his defense, he’s never been to this island before. Hadn’t thought the cave system they entered winded all throughout it. Was more focused on keeping an eye on the ground than up to see where they were going and where they came from.

That being said, he takes full responsibility. Turns to face Fritz with an apologetic expression.

The kid tries his hardest to hide his panic. “We’re lost?”

“Technically,” Scott begins as he looks at the multiple paths available for them to take. “I don’t know exactly where David and Vincent are, but the good news about an island is that we’ll eventually find them.”

The bad news is they’re guaranteed going to break the promise made to the purple leviathan. They wouldn’t be doing it intentionally but it’s almost impossible to tell which tunnel will go where. There’s no telling where each one will lead, and if a certain glowing structure is at the end of it. Not to mention the cliff-like terrain leaves very few options for possible exits even if they do find the ‘right’ one.

God, Vincent’s going to kill him. And then David’s going to kill him for keeping Fritz for so long.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m okay,” Fritz says with a sad attempt of an encouraging smile. If that didn’t tell him how bad the kid’s doing, being so pale it looks like his freckles will jump off him at any moment does. “Don’t worry about me, I-I can do whatever you need us to do.”

Scott doesn’t have the heart to say they most likely will have to jump off a cliff. Prays they’ll somehow find the same entrance they used before. Or there’s a beach they can use to at least get their bearings.

Actually, he’s half blaming this on Vincent and the insistence they use a very specific path to climb onto the island. The same path that made him realize Fritz has a thing for heights. Hadn’t let him get a full picture of what the island looks like before sending them on their way.

Scott beckons Fritz forward, offering his hand to be taken. It immediately is, the tight grip telling him the heights really are getting to the poor kid.

He gives a comforting squeeze. “How did you ever survive climbing through the Aurora?”

“The, um, drops weren’t this tall,” Fritz murmurs as he follows Scott through the caves. “I-I also knew it’d be bad if I didn’t stop the radiation.”

“Fair enough.”

“Sorry for slowing you down.”

Scott snorts. “You’re not slowing me down, Fritz. This is my usual pace when going through an unknown cave system on an unknown island that I am completely lost on.”

That earns him a quiet laugh. “Right, sorry. I just thought you’d be an expert at this since you were at a different island before.”

“That island was nothing like this one,” the man scowls. “And just because I’ve been on one doesn’t make me an expert of all.”

“An island connoisseur, then?”

“Don’t make me tell David.”

Fritz closes his mouth with an audible click with a grin. Suddenly tugs on Scott’s hand for attention as he points toward a tunnel. “I think I see daylight.”

When the kid doesn’t take point, Scott carefully maneuvers until he’s able to lead them toward what’s hopefully some sort of exit. Maybe not one they want, but anything’s better than nothing.

The closer they get, the more it seems like pure daylight instead of the faint glow the caves possesses. As soon as he sees an opening, he lets Fritz’s hand go with a motion to wait.

Scott carefully moves closer toward the sound of waves crashing. Curses when the sight of just how high they are makes his own stomach twist with vertigo.

God damn it. “I won’t lie, you’re not going to like it, Fritz.”

“Is there a way down?”

There is. An extremely narrow path down the side of the cliff that leads directly toward a tall structure that fits the description of what Vincent told them not to go near.

God damn it. “I think we should go back and try to find another way.”

Fritz stays silent, trying not to let his expression show preference toward either option. Scott won’t make him do something that even makes him shake, though. They’re not that desperate yet.

He takes the kid’s hand again to slowly go back the way they came. Tries to find some kind of marker to remember what the tunnel leads, but it just looks exactly like everything else.

“Let’s see if we can’t back track.”

There’s no protests from Fritz as Scott attempts to guide them through the caves. Stays quiet until he spots something, pointing out a tunnel for them to investigate. The next one wasn’t any better than the last. But their third try leads them to a beach.

“Not too high,” Scott smiles. “Not where we last saw the two, but we can at least get out of these caves.”

Fritz obediently follows him down the sandy trail. “I-It was weird, not being able to touch the ceiling for once.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m really used to the underwater caves,” Fritz explains, pausing as he slows down in order to carefully walk over the uneven rock. Scott doesn’t comment on the unsure footing. He just patiently waits, arm outstretched in case the kid tumbles. “So it was weird I couldn’t just swim up and grab all the materials sitting up there.”

He hadn’t even noticed anything that could be grabbed. Hadn’t once thought about looking up, either.

“Are you secretly a fish, Fritz?”

“Apparently David thought I was one for a while.”

Scott smiles at that. Starts to ask how that discovery went.

“H-H-Hello?”

They both freeze. Share a look in the silent question if either of them had spoken. When Fritz shakes his head, Scott turns toward the trees in front of them. “Hello, hello?”

He hears a gasp. And that’s when he finally sees movement toward their left. Stares at the sight of someone standing by a tree watching them in complete shock.

Someone else survived.

What if they’re not from the Aurora.

Maybe it’s because of Vincent’s warnings that has him doubting if this stranger could be trusted. Maybe it’s the shock of finding someone else alive that leaves him too stunned to speak.

Whatever it is, his hesitation is broken when the stranger suddenly waves. One glance behind him confirms it was to return Fritz’s. Something that makes the teenager grin.

“Sorry for starling you,” Scott begins with a smile. “My name’s Scott, this is Fritz. We’re part of the Aurora crew.”

“Y-You are?” they ask with a few hopeful steps forward. From this distance and without the trees in the way, he can see brown curls and hands nervously being wrung. “I a-a-am too! My name’s Jeremy.”

“Nice to meet you, Jeremy!” Fritz chirps.

Scott watches as relief and joy blossoms across Jeremy’s face. Can’t help but notice the kid’s incredibly young as well, maybe older than Fritz. And he’s been alone longer, taking refuge on this island.

Which lifepod was his? Has he gone anywhere near the water? Has he explored the foreboding structure, or left it alone?

How are they going to explain the two leviathans who follow them everywhere won’t eat him?

#the Jer #G/t July 2024 #Day 22 | Lost #FNAF bois #g/t #giant #tiny #BTE writing #Subnautica AU #cw #content warning

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stillbeatingheart · 10 months

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thought about burning the past (ch 3)

thought about burning the past

Summary: Billy is a cat. Eddie is a bat. Steve is just trying to keep everyone alive now that they are again.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Also on ao3

No warnings I see but I am only human so forgive me if I miss something. Post Upside Down, established polycule, crack fic.

Chapter 3 under the cut:

Eddie hops into Steve's palm when he offers it. Steve’s smiling when he says, “This is so rad! We can talk to each other again, this is going to make everything so much easier.”

Eddie bobs his head in agreement. Steve tips his eyes towards Billy, lifting a brow in question and Eddie supplies, “I understood him a little bit ago but who knows if it’ll work for you.”

Eddie’s gotten the impression that Billy is happier this way. He has no desire to go back to his human body right now. He’s not so sure he can blame him. Billy’s got no one else he wants to be around, he’s got a headstone in the graveyard and that’d be way harder to explain than just being a missing person.

“Was I declared dead?” Eddie wonders.

“No, I think your uncle is still pretty hellbent on finding you.”

Eddie sighs relief. “Good, so all I have to do is come up with a cover story for where I’ve been.”

“Well, yeah and the whole being a person again would be…”

“Ideal,” Eddie interrupts. He tips his head to look at Steve, at the soft way he’s smiling and the tenderness in his eyes. “I wonder if it’s just something that’s going to eventually wear off. Billy and I weren’t doing anything other than our typical lazing around, so it’s not like we broke part of the curse. Or non-curse, since it brought us back from the dead.”

“Whatever it is,” Steve agrees. His gaze tilts towards where Billy is lying on the window ledge, aggressively cleaning his coat, and pointedly ignoring them. When Steve looks back down at Eddie, there’s worry tugging his expression and Eddie wants to reassure him, but doesn’t want to vocalize his theory about Billy while Billy is in the room. Instead, he nods and hopes that Steve gets it. They can talk about it later, or when Billy falls asleep again in approximately two minutes. Cats, man.

Steve must be okay with the acknowledgment because he changes topics by wondering, “Hungry? It’s going to be a lot easier to feed you when I know what you can actually eat, instead of just guessing based off guides on bats.”

“Like I have any idea?” Eddie groans and climbs up Steve’s arm to perch on his shoulder. “I’ve only eaten what you’ve fed me, I’m not too keen on trying a burger just to see what happens.”

Steve shrugs and Eddie has to dig into the meat of his shoulder to keep his balance. Steve apologizes, “Sorry, forgot you were there for a sec.”

“Forgot?! Forgot I was here?!” Eddie tips over like he’s just been shot dead, falls sideways off his perch and didn’t really think that one through. It’s not enough space to get lift, and he’s totally going to crash. Again.

“Shit,” Steve mutters as he nearly trips over himself to get his hands underneath Eddie before he hits the floor.

Eddie lands safely in Steve’s warm palm, wipes his brow with the tip of his wing and admits, “Didn’t think that one through.”

Billy snorts. They both look over at him where he’s still on the ledge. His tail flipping, his judgmental cat gaze sweeping across the room before he’s looking out the window again like none of this interests him and he wasn’t watching.

“Noticed,” Steve responds. He brings his hand back up to his shoulder for Eddie to climb on again.

“Your ninja reflexes kicked in,” Eddie agrees.

Steve does a weird little ninja move and Eddie nearly falls off his shoulder. Again.

“Sorry,” Steve sighs, “You’re so light, it’s easy to forget… not forget. Just, I dunno, not think about it.”

Eddie creeps closer to Steve’s neck, sits down on his butt and leans against his pulse point. Crossing one leg over the other knee, laying his wings back and down to balance himself.

“What are you doing?” Steve wonders.

“It looked like a nice lounge chair, so I figured I’d try it. While I still had the chance,” Eddie supplies.

“In a way, it’d be nice if this turned out to be something you could control. Like you could be human or bat whenever you wanted. It’d be like a superpower.”

“I don’t know about a superpower,” Eddie protests. Mostly because he doesn’t want to be associated with that particular class of nerd. “It would be pretty badass though.”

“Yeah it would,” Steve agrees. He looks over at Billy when he says it, like he’s willing him to listen, to understand that Steve and Eddie would both accept him in either form. Accept him, and love him. Billy’s ear twitches and he doesn’t bother responding or adding his two cents to the conversation. He tucks his chin between his paws and closes his eyes.

It almost makes too much sense for Billy to be a cat. Maybe this is just some kind of true form thing and they both need to figure out how to ground themselves to shift back to human. Maybe Steve is right, maybe it’ll be something they’ll have from now on. A capability unlocked by the Upside Down combined with Steve’s meddling. Could be a cool memento. Better than anything else the place has given them.

^~^

“How do we get Billy to want to change back then?” Steve wonders. He’s pacing his bedroom, tossing a ball up and catching it, tossing it again and so on.

Billy’s asleep in the living room, even so Eddie is keeping an ear on him. Knowing Billy as well as he does, it would be just about the worst thing that could happen for him to walk in on them talking about him. He’d prefer being punched in the face over being talked about behind his back. Even if the talking about is out of love and concern.

“It’s Billy so it’s gotta be his idea, we can’t push him into it. All we can do is assuage his fears before he has to admit to them.” Eddie leans against the closed bedroom door, being sure to have a direct route to his ears from Billy’s perch. He’ll hear his feet hit the ground if nothing else. The bat hearing is kind of fucking awesome though. For the most part, sometimes it gets a little overwhelming to be able to hear the way the individual carpet particles bristle underfoot. He wonders what it’d be like outside, what kind of crazy shit he never even knew existed before, that he’d be able to hear now.

“What do you think his fears are?” Steve asks.

Eddie shrugs his wings, tips his head to look up at Steve. He whispers, “All the shit before the Upside Down - his dad, and everything that he gifted Billy - but it’s also going to be hard to come back from the dead.”

“Oh,” Steve responds. He’s stopped his pacing. Standing in the middle of his room now, one hand on his cocked hip and the other still gripping the ball. That little bit of information has deflated him and now Eddie wants to do anything he can to take it back.

“It’s not anything we can’t work around,” Eddie assures. He’s not actually certain of that, but sometimes the verbalization is all Steve needs to get him to keep pushing forward. “Just some things we need to keep in mind and maybe work on certain parts of it when he’s not around.”

Steve studies Eddie’s face for a long moment like he’s checking for enough confidence for the both of them. Eventually he nods and returns to his pacing but this time when he starts talking it isn’t about Billy, it’s about his plans for going to the library after work tomorrow and checking out every single book he find on the occult.

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Eddie tries a different approach today. It’s fun to pester Billy, so much fun. But today he can tell that Billy is not in the mood for it. Problem is, that belly fur is so damn irresistible and all Eddie really wants out of life is to rub his face against it. So he flaps down from the light fixture, lands as gently as he can on the floor. It’s still enough to make Billy’s back leg twitch, but not enough to fully wake him.

Eddie walks over quietly, keeping an eye on Billy’s closed lids to be sure they don’t open and slant an evil glare his way. When he’s close enough, he goes for it. Lands his head precisely in the center of that white ball of fluff and rubs his cheek aggressively for the split second before Billy can wake up and kick him off.

Eddie lands with a squawk about two feet away from a now standing and ready to pounce Billy.

“Totally worth it.” Eddie grins.

Billy’s cat eyes narrow, his butt shakes and he comes at Eddie with his paws out and ready to pummel him. Eddie screeches, makes himself as small as he can and slides under the recliner. He crawls up into the springs underneath the chair and hollers, “I just wanted to feel that fluff! It cannot be resisted! You should be astonished I’ve made it this long!”

“Made it this long?” Billy wonders from the other side of the chair. His voice uninterested as he reminds him, “You could have asked, shitbird.”

“Shitbat.”

“Batshit.”

“No, batshit is you, Billy.”

Eddie can hear Billy walking around the chair. Light on his feet, but the bristles of carpet sound like wrinkled tissue paper under his paws.

“If I asked, what exactly would you have said?”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s what I thought,” Eddie sighs. He cocks his head to the side to listen to Billy. He’s gone completely silent. Eddie can hear him breathing, so he knows he’s to Eddie’s right. And he knows Billy is not about to let this go easily. He’s pretty safe in this steel case, and looking around he’s kind of certain he’s stuck. But that’s a problem for later. Right now the problem is that orange paw reaching under the side of the chair and swatting around. Trying to find him and pin him. Claws are in, Eddie knows Billy isn’t going to hurt him on purpose, it’s just a wrestling match. Honestly, they’re more evenly matched now than they are as humans, at least Eddie can whack Billy with his wings or give him a little bite to remind him of his teeth. Billy wouldn’t bite Eddie, but he does wonder if the longer they’re in these bodies the more the animal instincts will kick in. If that’s the case, then he probably should back off. If Billy’s cat instincts are to clamp down around Eddie’s neck with his big sharp teeth, then Eddie’s fucked should Billy get to a point of giving into urges.

“Hey, do you ever feel like biting me?” Eddie wonders as he watches that paw come down again, slip to the right, crawl to the left, whack the carpet a few times and then withdraw.

“All the time.”

“No, I mean in a catlike way. Do you want to bite my neck? Sink your teeth in and shake me until I’m limp.”

“All the time,” Billy responds again. He’s moved to the other side of the chair, his paw coming in and feeling around.

Eddie sighs, taps his toes on the steel box he’s crammed himself into. He leans back against the coil and thinks aloud, “If anyone sits on the chair I am going to be crushed.”

“Sounds like a problem you created for yourself,” Billy responds. His paw disappears and he wonders, “Wait, are you inside the mechanism?”

“Yeah,” Eddie answers with a shrug that he knows Billy can’t see.

Billy humphs, it sounds like disbelief but also like Eddie’s just met an expectation.

“What?” Eddie wonders, tapping the tips of his toes together.

“Nothin’,” Billy says. It sounds like he’s moving away from the chair. Probably finding his sunny spot and lying down. His tail lashing across the carpet as he cleans his face.

“Nothin’ like: good luck ever getting out of there? Or nothin’ like: now I’m stuck here until Steve gets home.”

Billy emits a breath that vibrates his kitty cat vocal cords and sounds like an annoyed purr. “Both.”

Eddie jolts into action, flattening himself out to crawl back through the way he came in. Only to have the tiny space seem suddenly tinier. Too tiny!

“Billy! I can’t get out! I’m stuck! I’m gonna die! I’m gonna rot to death in here or suffocate or suddenly turn back into human and all of my bones will shatter and my organs will become mashed goo! I’ll be leaking out of here for days, months even. Seeping into the carpets and through the floorboards. Steve will have to move out, he’ll have to go on the run because there’s no fucking way to explain that. Ever! Even to Hopper. If he could explain it to Hopper, it’s not like Hopper could just make it disappear!”

“Chill out Munson. I know how to take the stupid chair apart without the spring compressing and killing you. But I don’t have opposable thumbs right now.” Billy tells him in a very uninterested tone.

“You sound bored, Hargrove. Is my impending death boring you sweetheart? I’m so sorry this is so very dull for you!”

Billy snorts, coughs on a hairball. Eddie can hear him hacking it up, probably aiming it at Steve’s loafers.

“You deserve that,” Eddie reminds him when he’s done.

“So do those shoes,” Billy responds.

“Well… yeah, that’s true.”

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