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Wake me up when July is around

Chapter 20/? "Early Spring Fever"

Billy's listening to Alice Cooper's "I'm eighteen" (released in 1970)

***

Billy doesn't remember ever seeing a tornado in California. Supposedly, they do happen there, but very seldom.

Usually it's just strong winds, quite often San Diego gets hit by a storm, and once in a blue moon they would issue a hurricane warning.

But Billy's never seen an actual twister. One time though in March 1983 a tornado touched down in Los Angeles, damaging buildings and injuring dozens of people. There were news reports on TV, shit was disturbing.

Apparently, in the wonderful state of Indiana tornadoes occur every year, it's nothing extraordinary.

Billy's watching one go through the field as he is driving to work. It's unstoppable and unpredictable like a serpent, twisting and hurling. Creepy as fuck. A ghost coming from nowhere and on the way to nowhere

Thin and even fragile, but Billy is aware of the destruction tornadoes can inflict.

A strange sense of foreboding comes over him while he's watching the spinning column of air desperately reach down from the sky, digesting anything it finds on its path.

Seeking.

The feeling chills him to the bone, lasts only a second and dissipates quickly.

Fucking Indiana. It's dangerous to live here.

Hawkins remains unharmed this time, the tornado making its route further into the fields and forests, away from the town.

Mr. Dailey is surprised Billy's on time for the shift, and Hargrove doesn't understand why.

"They sent out a warning on the radio and you had to be staying in a hideout, not driving across town when it was passing. Thank heavens it was only an EF-1."

"An EF-1 ..?"

A first-level Effing Fuck, that's what it was.

"It means that the wind speed wasn't very high. But still, gotta be careful, kid. The sucker came early, usually they don't start roaming around till summer. Anyways .. if you ever hear a warning, drop whatever you're doing and find a safe place to hide."

Billy should probably inform Max on that. Susan must have done it, but it's better to be sure the gremlin knows about this shit. After all, Billy's leaving in summer, but Max is gonna be staying.

***

During the second week of March together with the first spring tornado, life-changing news arrive in Hawkins. Seniors are getting their acceptance or rejection letters from universities.

Anxiety is through the roof.

Yikes.

Steve gets a rejection from Purdue University in Indianapolis. No biggie. It's not like he was riding his expectations high. How many places did he apply to in total? A couple of more in Indiana, he didn't even try anything out of state. There are definitely some options left, so there's hope.

There's no hope.

Steve knows he won't get into a university, and that's actually fine with him, but his parents are gonna behave like it's the end of the world.

Mom has told him to have a plan B several times already this year. Steve still doesn't.

He'll come up with one, there's nothing to worry about.

If only his parents knew about the monsters wandering under - is it under or is it like an absolutely different dimension? - their quiet town, that would certainly change their perspective of what is really important in the world.

***

Billy gets an acceptance letter from Chicago University and a rejection from UCLA.

Fuck.

Fuck !!

Billy is not planning on going to Chicago. He isn't going to stay in the fucking middle of the continent. He wants to go back to his state where he knows his way around, where there is access to the ocean. To air, and .. water. He sent a couple of applications to the nearby institutions just for kicks, to have some more options which he knew, he was never gonna use.

UCLA is probably out of his league as it is, and it was too ambitious to aim for it in the first place, but Billy is still a bit disappointed.

That's where he wanted to go.

Billy is not one of those super lucky kids who are unquestionably sure what they want to do in life, from the cradle. He's had different ideas and aspirations, as well as his ups and downs - he almost got expelled from middle school once .. or twice, due to behavioural issues and general neglect towards studying. Guess when this happened. Yes, mama, the first couple of years after you'd run away were the toughest. On the other hand, he's always had one true constant all through the years - his interest in cars. Repairing, yes it's a passion, but also .. perhaps .. developing and building them? Automotive engineering. That's the dream. That's the ultimate dream.

Yeah, sounds too much for a guy like him, he thinks so too. A too big piece to swallow.

There are still some answers to receive, so he's gonna wait for those. The UCLA rejection doesn't come as a total shock though. His mind wasn't in the right place when Billy was sending out those applications back in the fall. In August the news about their move came out of the blue, dad didn't exactly talk things through with his son, so Billy was absolutely not ready for fucking relocating to butt-ass Indiana. He didn't have time to get any recommendations from his teachers in San Diego, the school was closed in summer, couldn't get any from Hawkins High faculty, having just started the year in a new place. His mood was awful and he lacked the reason to get up in the morning, let alone forage for recommendations. It's like the timing of this move was the worst possible. His motivation letter that he wrote hastily and on emotions sounded probably too desperate. The GPA and SAT results were good, however, apparently, other candidates have outperformed him.

It sucks, big time, but he can live with that. He can try next year, or .. or maybe he'll just stick to fixing cars. Now all Billy wants

Is to breathe with a full chest.

Go back home. He's had enough of this place.

Fucking tornadoes just roaming the fields, can you fucking imagine?

***

He's had enough of this new sickness, too. Billy decides to refer to it with the help of this word, cause he can't think of any other.

It's like years ago, when Billy was little and there was this period of time after his mother had left. He would open his eyes in the morning and feel

Normal.

The day was beautiful, the sunshine would be pouring through the curtains

Billy opened his eyes, still lingering in the haziness of sleep.

He felt .. light. As if nothing was burdening him.

And then, morning realisations put their weight on him, slowly crushing him, like under a huge press

The first thought - that he was, as of recently, motherless.

She wouldn't be in the kitchen making breakfast for him. She wouldn't be anywhere around.

And then - that his dad was an unmelting iceberg.

The little boy lay in his bed some more, wishing just to go back to sleep and maybe never even open his eyes anymore

Because what was the point.

A minute later Billy would get on his feet and go about his day.

But even now, he so clearly remembers those couple of seconds between waking up and sliding into reality

Those few seconds were his safest haven before the truth became too crystal clear.

It's like now, not so tragic of course, but the overall idea is kinda the same. Billy's eyelashes fly open, he's still in the grasp of sleep, not fully conscious.

Everything is fine, the way it usually is

He's feeling

Normal.

Uhm, no. Did you forget about

Harrington ??

It lies heavy, the unwanted intrusion.

Like a pile of rocks in his chest.

Fucking Harrington sickness. Fucking everything. Billy's feeling discontented, neither his body, nor mind are at ease. When the fuck is it gonna get better.

It will get better, right?

***

At school the boys have purposefully avoided being in the showers together ever since Steve's visit to Mr. Dailey's garage. Ever since Hargrove touched the royal dick for the first time and the horny dam got broken and fucking flooded all around. It was actually Billy who began to be very particular about not coming to the showers when Steve was standing there in the nude under warm streams of water.

A fucking wet dream

Usually he just skipped it altogether and took a shower at home or didn't have one at all if there was no time. Sometimes when he knew that Max was going to get held up at her AV club a bit longer, he stayed alone in the gym and shot the hoops for ten or fifteen minutes to make sure Harrington would be gone from the dangerous territories and Billy got a green light to go in.

The basketball court is a problem, but the showers? Standing there completely naked next to a butt-naked Harrington?

Let's just be honest about it, Billy is not able to do it anymore. His dick is not gonna behave, and there would be nothing to cover it with.

Today when the guys leave the court, Billy's staying behind. He waits for fifteen minutes, dribbling the ball, practising various tricks. He usually smokes in the parking lot anyways if Maxine has AV, so he has time to spare.

There's no-one in the showers when he gets there. Good. Billy takes a quick one, turns the water off, wraps a towel around the hips and goes into the locker room, to find Harrington sitting on a bench and looking savoury as hell.

As fucking always.

Those eyes, stop looking at me with your fucking eyes

Steve's waiting for Billy.

They are alone in the room, all the other guys have already left.

Billy is aware what's about to happen to his body in a matter of seconds. The sickness. His heart is gonna be jumping out from his ribcage, the sound of blood roaring in his ears will deafen him, knees will feel as if they are giving out from under him, failing to hold the bulk of his trembling body.

Billy moves to his locker and digs in it to find a t-shirt.

His cock is already swinging like a bat between his legs.

Fucking pavlovian shit.

He can't .. he's feeling too naked, he can't be naked in front of the fully dressed King Steve who's leering at him

Salaciously.

What the fuck is this, the sensation of the world narrowing down to just the two of them? Zooming in, and the rest is inexistent?

How would it feel to be absolutely naked with Steve in bed? Would he be shy? Just a little bit? Or will he be as shameless spreading his legs in front of Billy?

Because Hargrove's suddenly fucking shy, and blushing and

His temperature is rising, it's the disease.

Neither of them utter a single word, and this is so damn weird, yet they really don't need to say fucking anything

Steve's eyes are raking over Hargrove's bare back and arms, and Billy is in a hurry to put the t-shirt on. He needs to be on equal terms with Harrington.

He's burning up. He's definitely coming down with something.

"Quit fucking staring."

"You never had a problem with people looking at your body."

How do you even know what I have and what I don't have a problem with

"Just shut up. It's so much better when you're not talking."

Bitch.

Steve is getting up from the bench, comes closer to Billy

An inch away

There's a heat wave standing behind him.

Hargrove turns around, grabs Harrington by the shirt and drags him behind the row of lockers, out of the plain sight. Slams him into the metal and the motherfucker smiles as if he's getting off only on that.

The towel is dropped on the floor

Billy's fingers get tangled in the pretty boy's lush hair

Lips clashing, tongues diving in deep

Fuck, he's so weak, he's so weak

Harrington bites Billy's lower lip, and Billy growls, left hand sliding down Steve's chest and belly to reach for his dick, the right one still pulling on the hair

Steve's fly is already open, the asshole knew what they would be doing.

Billy puts his hand into the furnace

He can't, seriously, he absolutely fucking can't with this bitch

He squeezes Harrington's cock in his palm, it is piping hot, lets go of the king's hair and guides Steve's hand to his own hurting dick

Why does everything in his abdomen hurt like that, like muscle cramps

The moment boys get ahold of each other's cocks

The world becomes a better place, instantaneously.

They kiss hungrily, in a hurry and jerk one another off just as desperately. It's quick and it's dangerous but the fear makes them both cum in record time.

It's not enough.

***

The weekend is slow and uneventful. Billy drowns himself in work. He would actually prefer to stay at home, in bed, not see or talk to anyone, loaf around, watch porn on the VCR - given the family's been abducted by aliens and he's home alone - and masturbate minimum five times a day to all the recent and not so recent recollections of

Harrington's everything.

Extraterrestrial creatures do not show any interest in the Hargroves, and Billy has things to do at the garage, an old Chevy truck and a pricey-looking beautiful Oldsmobile Cutlass expect his undivided attention. If he's gonna be repairing cars for the rest of his life, he's fine with that, he can continue honing the skills.

He interrupts his work to step outside for a few whiffs, watch the world around change and gradually regain its vibrancy. Despite the fact that March weather in Indiana is unpredictable and volatile - one day it can be relatively warm, sunny and windless and the very next day might be chilly and pelting cold rain - winter inevitably loosens its grip.

Billy's been working for two days straight, long hours, there isn't much sense in doing useless homework anymore, the spring break is just around the corner, and seniors are one foot over the school doorstep, ready to leave for good, even teachers themselves have been cutting the students some slack.

It's already late on Sunday, and Billy wonders what Steve is doing. Most likely, spending time with that new girl of his. Maybe he took her out to a diner or something.

How does it feel to sit across King Steve, talk about stupid shit, mindlessly sucking on a milkshake straw? Billy would make Harrington choke on his food right there, right in front of everyone. He would ignite that fire in those two pools of darkness, would do his magic, making Harrington turn to ash.

How would it feel to drive to the royal palace, fall between the sheets, bodies a mess, and do all the things your minds tell you to do, eager and unrestricted

Taking the time. Not having to rush it.

Maybe the king and his new concubine are fucking right this moment. Maybe Steve's coming, shutting his eyes, throwing his head back, moaning stupid, that Adam's apple under the thin skin quivering

Billy wants to watch it quiver, needs to put his mouth on it, trap it under his lips

Hargrove keeps on wrenching one especially tough nut in the Chevy's insides.

Lucky bitch.

Lucky fucking ugly cow bitch, that fucking Tammy or whatever her name is.

Billy can always call Harrington, the offer is surely still on the table, but it is still a very firm

No.

He doesn't want to feel like a fool. He doesn't want to accidentally come across Harrington's parents, doesn't want to call at an inconvenient time, or god forbid, interrupt something.

No.

When Hargrove sees Harrington at school on Monday, and that girl is glued to his arm, Billy thinks he guessed right. The lovebirds must've had some nice time at the weekend together.

The sight is literally crippling Billy

He looks away, and then back, and then away, and again back

Stop fucking staring at each other like you're getting married tomorrow, for fuck's sake

It's school. People come here to study, not to fornicate.

The disease is flourishing, sweeping through his insides, and Billy's helpless. There is nothing for him to do, so he'll just be simmering in his own gall

It's bitter, stifling, and he can't run away from it.

Hargrove's putting his forehead against the cold metal of his locker

"Are you okay? Billy?"

It's Jennifer's voice

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Stop nagging

"Are you coming to lunch?"

"Sure."

He slams the locker shut and Jennifer coils her arm around his.

The medicine isn't working.

***

This week more news from universities and colleges arrive.

Steve has officially got into none of the places he applied to.

Parents freak out. Dad, red in the face and roaring, shouts something like

"You're the shame of the family!" And something else about his brother's kids being way smarter than his own son and having a life plan, and Steve's aunt's children also having promising perspectives in life, but his child, his flesh and blood is just an irresponsible, immature, still holding onto his mother's skirt and hiding behind his father's checkbook

Loser.

Yeah.

He's heard it all before. Steve's the lamest among the Harringtons, he gets it.

Mom is nervously clutching a glass of wine in her hands, and after Mr. Harrington storms away to their bedroom, talks to her son in a different tone, but still very very disappointed.

She even cries a little at some point.

Mom what the fuck, why are you crying, it's not like I'm incurably sick or dead or something.

"Mom?"

"Oh, Steve .. What are we going to do? Maybe we can look into some undergraduate programs? Or maybe get you into an SAT prep program, retake the exams, try next year? .."

"Mom .."

"We can talk to dad, ask him to look for connections, pour some money into it .."

"No! Mom !! Would you just listen to me? I'm done with this higher education thing. For now, at least .. I don't want it, I can't, okay ?? Maybe next year, yeah. Leave me alone. I'll get a job."

"Oh Stevie, do you think it's easy to get a job??"

"I don't know? But people get some! Tommy's getting one soon .. in his dad's company. Hargrove's got one. Some other guys too .."

"Who is Hargrove?"

"Uh .. a guy from school."

"Never heard the name before."

"He is new in town. Doesn't matter, just .."

"Oh. Honey .. What job are you planning on getting? Minimum wage?"

"Mom, honestly? Right now, I'm not getting anything, let me graduate. But trust me, I'll get one. And maybe yeah, it'll be minimum wage, I need to start somewhere."

Mrs. Harrington finishes her wine and sighs unhappily

"Steve, I know and we know that this has been a hard year."

You have no fucking idea

"It's just more difficult for dad to accept .."

Mrs. Harrington cuts herself off

That his son is a failure?

"But Dad, he .. we want you to succeed in .. in life, to do well."

Steve's aware that his father considers him a disappointment.

"I know you want what's best for me, mom. I just .. Everything will be alright. Okay?"

"Promise me you are going to look into universities next year. You are not going to give up on the education."

Jesus Christ.

"Okay, mom. I promise."

Please just let me be young for a bit longer

Mrs. Harrington joins her husband upstairs. It's around eight-thirty, Steve's not feeling like staying at home. He calls Tommy and asks if he's free right now

"Yeah, man, did something happen?"

"Can I come over?"

"Yeah, sure. Gonna stop on the way and grab some beer?"

"Yep."

The stay in Hagan's room, drink a couple of cans of Budweiser

"Hey, Tommy .."

"Yeah?"

"Do you like .. you know what you're gonna do after school, right?"

"Sure. Work for my dad. I told you that."

Steve's nodding and taking a gulp of cold beer.

"And you're .. okay with that?"

Tommy's scratching his head and makes a vague gesture with his hand

"I don't really know what other options I have."

"Yeah, but .. you are okay with that? The fact that you're gonna sell farm machinery and you don't seem to have other variants?"

"Yeah, man. I guess."

"That's uh .. that's good."

They keep on sipping the beer and Tommy lights up a cigarette. Steve reaches for it, so Tommy gives him the cig and digs for another one

"Hey, do you know where I can get a job?"

"A job?"

"Well, I gotta do something after graduation."

"I thought daddy was gonna take care of that."

"Dad doesn't think .. he's not .. yeah, I don't know. No universities for me, and dad believes I'm a loser with a capital L. I need a job, alright?"

Tommy's thoughtfully blowing grey smoke up in the air

"They are opening this huge mall nearby, can always ask there."

That's actually not a bad idea.

"Can't imagine you working 9 to 5, dude."

"Yeah. Me neither."

***

On Friday Harrington bumps Billy's shoulder passing him in the school hallway - purely by accident, he can swear on the Bible in front of the judge and the jury - and Billy is quick to shove him back

"Watch where you're going, assface."

There's no malice in his voice, it almost sounds fond. Its low grumble sparks a pleasant tug in Steve's lower abdomen

Some people are looking at the two boys but no-one from the king's usual company is around, so Billy grabs Steve by the collar of his yet another excessively annoying polo

Gets his face close, inhales the pretty boy's scent.

Whispers in his ear

As though he's threatening him

"Meet me in the drama hall during lunch break."

The tugging sensation in Steve's lower belly flares into sharp twinges

They have to be careful.

Harrington is playing along keeping his voice low

"Tommy's gonna freak out if I'm not there to share my brownie."

That's true. Hagan might go scour the building.

Hargrove pushes the other boy away and keeps on walking

"Douchebag!" Steve's shouting, just in case, and flips Billy's tight ass off.

***

He catches Hargrove in the hallways later, before the last period.

"Whatcha doing after classes?"

"Picking my stepsister up."

"That redhead you're always carting around?"

"Yeah."

"You working tonight?"

Billy's glancing around, but nobody's paying attention to them. They are just two dudes walking alongside on their way to the class, and maybe exchanging a word or two. In a non-aggressive way.

"Uh-huh."

"I'll come by the garage then. You finish at eight?"

Jesus, Billy feels like .. like it's a date

It's probably as close to a date as they are gonna get, so why not accept the offer

"Yeah."

***

Old Joe is closing the shop at 8.10. Billy is hanging around.

"Are you coming tomorrow, kid?"

"Yes, Mr. Dailey, as usual. After school."

"Don't you want a free day from this place? You've been working your ass off lately. Wouldn't you like to .. I don't know what young people do these days .. take a girl out?"

Billy's snorting, not in a disrespectful way though

"Yeah, maybe. Gotta get those two ladies back into shape first. That olds cutlass is a beauty."

His boss is nodding

"Right .. Don't even know what I'm going to do when you leave, kid."

"Still plenty of time till July."

Old Joe is shaking his head in disagreement now, but doesn't say anything anymore. He gets into his old ford and Billy opens the camaro's door

"Have a nice night, Mr. Dailey!"

"You too, Billy. You too."

Hargrove starts the engine, but waits till the ford drives away first. His hands are already giving in to a slight tremor. He fishes out a Marlboro

Gotta calm down

He inhales the smoke deep and rolls out slowly.

Steve's car is parked nearby. It doesn't look conspicuous or anything, it standing on the side of the road. A buddy can be waiting for Billy, right? Also, it's quite late and all respectable Hawkins residents are most likely watching TV, all snug and comfy in their recliners. Wives scurrying in kitchens, kids diligently doing homework.

Billy drops in the backseat, feet still on the ground, finishing the smoke. Harrington is sitting there, huffing in irritation

"Where were you? You said you finish at eight."

"Yeah, got a bit held up, what's fifteen minutes, jesus."

Of course, King Steve doesn't enjoy being kept waiting.

Billy takes the last drag, throws the butt away and closes the door. Harrington's hand is already running up his leg.

They make each other cum. It burns too hot, it ends too quick. Billy needs more time to relish the things he wants to relish. Although it seems like some kind of a well-practised routine by now,

This time it's .. different.

Like Steve is searching for a hint of .. tenderness? Or maybe that's on Hargrove himself, and Harrington is just following the lead.

Or not, it's probably only Billy, but

The way they kiss is different.

It's slower. Tastier.

The way they are touching each other has changed. The shift borders on impalpable.

Yet it's right there.

Fuck.

Perhaps it's all in Billy's head, his imagination running wild.

It is breaking wild, always, always now.

Everything is slower but finishes too fast anyways, and

Please, that's all the drugs I'm gonna get to ease the pain ..?

There's a pack of Parliaments in the front passenger's seat again, and a box of tissues

Harrington has come prepared

After wiping his fingers, Billy takes two cigarettes out, just like last time, and flicks the lighter.

"I'm going away for the spring break," Steve says.

Oh.

The pretty boy wanted to get some time alone with him before fucking off for a week.

Don't read too much into that, Billy.

"Like I need to know."

Okay, he can keep the conversation up

"Where to?"

"Indianapolis. My parents have an apartment there."

"Sweet."

I'm gonna miss you I'm gonna miss you I'm gonna miss you

Shut the fuck up.

"You going anywhere?"

"Nah."

Not yet, your majesty. Not yet.

They finish the smokes, not saying anything else. Hargrove feels the sadness bloom in his chest and doesn't fight it.

When he's watching the beamer drive off into the chilly March evening, Billy's hunger awakes again.

It wasn't enough.

***

The last week of March is spring break, and Steve, indeed, leaves for Indianapolis on Saturday morning. He has to do some shopping, he wants to unwind a bit.

Steve also spends some time with dad in the office, watching it work, churn, make money that he likes spending so much.

Honestly, he just feels so out of place there, it's plain uncomfortable. Although Dad does his best, gotta give him that, stays on the phone most of the time, doesn't make his son feel like a piece of failed shit entirely, Harrington junior can't outrun the feeling that he doesn't belong where his dad thrives and prospers.

Parents and kids can be different, can want different things, right? Too bad Steve has no idea what he wants. He kinda feels bad for his father, imagine building a solid business dreaming of an heir, and then the heir turns out ..

Meh.

Steve has heard it from Tommy that Hargrove got accepted into the University of Chicago. Billy must be fucking proud of himself. His family must be proud

Come to think of it, he doesn't even know anything about Hargrove's family. Not that he needs to. He's only mentioned having a stepsister

"We are pleased to inform you of your acceptance to .."

Steve's jealous?

Nooooo. Of course not.

Jealous of what?

University education is not exactly something he wants to pursue.

Andy got accepted somewhere on fucking basketball scholarship. The scholarship Steve had been dreaming of, before .. before everything started happening all at once and falling apart, before he strated realising maybe he's not cut out for university, or college. Maybe it's just too early for him to decide what to do with his life. The money is of course an issue, but his parents have loads, so why rush it now? Having some kind of a career is important, do all the adults know what they want to become when they are 17 or 18?

His dad did, actually. Or so he told Steve, numerous times.

Is Steve just super stupid and slow on the uptake, or maybe it's actually okay for him not to know right this second what he fucking wants ??

Tina has been in tears for the last couple of weeks. She's happy for Andy, her high school sweetheart, she is. However, what's going to happen to their relationship? Harrington's kinda curious which place Andy made it to, he needs to be filled in on the news.

Steve's sliding his hand down his face. Yeah, whatever. He's standing at the traffic lights, and it's time to move, but he can't decide which turn signal to switch on, whether to go forward or back.

On his shopping spree in Indianapolis Steve visits a perfume store. He's sampling different brands and

Oh my god

That's .. that's Hargrove's smell.

He spritzes the fragrant liquid on a strip of paper and places in under his nose again

That's it, that's definitely the smell.

Steve glances at the label

Paco Rabanne

Pour Homme

After Shave

Yeah.

He has finally identified it, the scent that's been on his mind for months

However, at parties - whenever he found himself in Billy's vicinity, or when they were actually getting in each other's space and kissing - Harrington caught a whiff of different perfume notes

Another distinctive Hargrove aroma.

Hmmm ..

Gotta crack that one as well.

***

Gods of Indiana finally have fucking mercy on Billy because Neil and the family go away to visit Susan's relatives again. For three days, what a delight.

He runs into Hagan in Fair Mart where he's buying a block of Marlboros and two six-packs in the evening after having left the garage at six

All work and no play is gonna make Billy a dull boy

He thinks he's entitled to have a little fun, and Tommy just happens to be in the right place at the right time.

First, Hagan suggests driving up to the quarry, the evening's actually pleasant and relatively warm

"Can't believe you've never seen the quarry, man. It's like the coolest place around Hawkins. You need to check it out."

Alright. So they follow Hagan's plan.

He didn't lie, the view from the top of the cliff is spectacular. Wow. They smoke usual cigarettes, down a couple of cans of beer each, and Tommy of course asks Hargrove if he still has some of the Californian weed left

Billy's feeling generous and hospitable

"Actually, my family aren't home tonight - thank fuck - we could uh .."

"Totally!"

Say no more, brother.

They stop on the way to pick Carol up. Ladies always brighten up the mood, however small the party is.

Hargrove needs a love interest for tonight as well. Unfortunately, Jennifer happens to be out of town, but Billy is in dire need of some kind of a sedative, even if for a short relief, it's not gonna cure the problem, but it'll help deal with the ache. The disease hasn't stopped spreading through his body and mind, it's like the fucking plague. He doesn't say all that to the happy couple of course who are already getting handsy near Tommy's ford, but he makes it clear that they need to come up with some ideas on the subject of Billy not third wheeling tonight.

"Hey, Carol, you know Alison, right? Alison Bell from the 11th grade?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Do you have her phone number?"

"I don't, but I can call Tina and ask her. I think she might know."

Sounds like a plan.

"What about Jennifer, Billy?"

"She's away from town. We are not dating. So what about her?"

Carol doesn't have anything to object to that, and Tommy's urging her

"Come on, baby, let it be a fun night."

So Carol goes back inside, makes a couple of phonecalls. Alison is on board with the evening program.

After picking the girl up, they all drive to Billy's place.

Make themselves comfortable on the couch and the floor in front of the tv, turn MTV on, lay the coffee table with beer, cigarettes, some snacks and weed

No fucking adults around

Paradise.

The four teenagers smoke their brains out, turning dumb, numb and horny. Billy takes Alison to his room, leaving the other couple in the living room. They kiss and giggle and

Alison sucks him off in his bed, but

Damn it. Not much of a surprise.

Hargrove pictures Harrington doing it. This has become a habit lately - whatever action he gets with a girl - he closes his eyes and imagines Steve in her place.

Fucking make-believe, fucking stupid. Is that even healthy?

Ahhhahah.

This time even his tongue slips, and Hargrove almost gives himself away when he cums

"Fuuuck .. Take it deeper haa .. rr .. Honey .. girl. Ahh fuck."

That was a close one.

***

Next day Billy stops by at school before work. With an agenda.

School's closed.

Well, the door is open, but there are no people around, maybe a couple of teachers' cars parked in the parking lot. Billy comes inside and is greeted by the school janitor, Mr. Willis

"Whatcha doing here boy? Missed school much?"

"Yeah, I uh .. just need to pick up some books from the locker."

Mr. Willis looks at him incredulously

"Knock yourself out."

Billy proceeds to his locker, takes out Harrington's welcome gift from behind a stack of books, stuffs the box into his messenger's bag, heart pounding for some unclear reason.

He drives it around in his car all day and when he gets home after eight

He puts the box on the bed. Goes to the kitchen, rummages around in the fridge. Takes a shower. Comes back to his room, throws the towel on the floor, stands there naked, looking at the box.

He isn't sure what he wants to do with the dildo, but he wants to do something. Billy gets on the bed, opens the box, takes the plastic dick out.

He's hard already.

Billy is sliding his fingers over the dildo. It feels cool to the touch, feels weird and .. arousing. It's not as big as Harrington's dick, maybe seven inches,

King Steve is bigger

The sex toy actually looks as realistic as possible, the skin-like material with a pattern of barely visible veins and a couple of thick ones running up and down

The texture is soft and it even has the plastic ball sack.

God, Billy's leaking like a bitch.

He wraps his deft fingers around himself, holding at the dildo with the other hand, imagining he's touching Steve's cock.

Caressing. Squeezing.

And then sucking it.

Billy brings the dildo closer to his face. He's not gonna take it in, no, what he really wants to suck is the pretty boy's pretty dick

But he sticks his tongue out to fuel his imagination to the point of explosion, licks the ridge of the head and

Moans loudly.

Oh fuck .. oh god.

He must look so stupid, jesus

Hargrove licks it again and again and it still feels cool on his tongue, but Billy knows

Harrington's dick is gonna burn in his mouth.

Volcanic.

Nnnuuugh ..

He doesn't last, shooting cum all over his belly.

Thanks for the gift, King Steve, it sure came in handy.

Billy lies down for a while, eyes shut, listening to his own heartbeat

Christ in heavens, the stuff Harrington makes him do, not even stirring a finger, not even being in the near, in the same town for fuck's sake.

Finally, he gets off the bed, and stuffs the dildo back into the box and into the suitcase in his closet. He'd like to ..

Do so many things. Do so many fun things.

With Harrington.

He misses him. Billy fucking wants to see him at every damn moment.

He wants more. He wants to do so much more

With Steve.

***

The next day is March 29, and guess what date it is?

Yeah, it's Billy's birthday. He officially turns 18. His family are still out of town, so no-one congratulates him or anything, it's a usual day. The sun is out, which can be considered as a present, in a way.

When mom was around, there used to be cake and stuff, but then it stopped being a special day. Susan made a couple of weak attempts to revive the cake tradition but it didn't stick, so

Whatever.

Billy gets up late and searches himself for indications that he, as of today, is an adult, mature and earnest. He finds none of course, it's all bullshit, he's still same old Billy Hargrove. Nothing is gonna change for the time being, the only thing he knows dad's gonna do when he comes back - he's gonna have a serious man-to-man conversation with his son about responsibility and such, and inform him that now he will have to pay his share for food and utilities. Neil has mentioned it before. Billy is fine with that. Fair is fair.

Yesterday he asked Mr. Dailey if he can come to the repair shop only for like four hours in the afternoon. The boss didn't mind.

Billy wants to have his evening free. He has a plan to go to the quarry to smoke and look at the vast mirror of water below.

The place seems to calm him down.

When he gets there, a beautiful purple lightning cracks the sky open - another gift - and the rain comes suddenly, fresh and joyful.

Showers began pouring here on the regular maybe a couple of weeks ago, and they are not those awful icy winter drizzles

Nah, spring rains are cool. It's actual water. Just coming from the sky, can't swim in it, but it's still the element that's especially close to Hargrove.

Right now it is a thunderstorm and it's even better. Billy's like a fish, he straightens his gills in the humid air, and breathes more freely

He's in his car, listening to the sounds of raindrops tapping on the hood and the roof, and thunder rumbling in the distance.

Gonna be hell driving back down the muddy road

But it's worth it

Because here he feels closer to the water but also closer to the sky.

He watches the beauty unfold.

When the thunderstorm begins to subside, Billy turns on the music. He wanted to listen to this very song on this very day

Lines form on my face and hands

Lines form from the ups and downs

I'm in the middle without any plans

I'm a boy and I'm a man

I'm eighteen

Billy is eighteen, and as soon as he finishes school and gets everything ready

He'll leave.

I'm eighteen

And I don't know what I want

Eighteen

I get confused every day

Billy sure gets confused. The Harrington thing that's been eating at him, changing hues and evolving but never going away

Confuses him. Irritates him. Bothers.

Other than that predicament, Billy knows what he wants

I've gotta get away

I've gotta get out of this place

I'll go runnin' in outer space

I'm eighteen!

And I like it

Oh yeah

Billy stopped caring about his birthdays a while ago. However, this number now feels big, like he's starting a new page.

I'm eighteen

Lines form on my face and hands

Lines form from the ups and downs

I'm a boy and I'm a man

Billy's looking at his palms. They say, everything that's ours is written on the skin of our hands.

The lines are our life story.

That's all fortune telling nonsense, but he's tracing the lifeline on his left hand with his right thumb

Who knows what's gonna come.

Maybe one day l'll feel free and different.

Happy birthday to me.

***

On Saturday afternoon Tommy drops by the repair shop and hands Billy a flyer with spring-like ornaments

"Personal delivery to Mr. Hargrove."

His freckled face breaks into a hearty and mischievous grin.

"I knew you'd be here. So here I am, bringing the news."

Billy scans the piece of paper.

Tina is throwing another party right before the last school term.

It's Easter in the quiet town of Hawkins. Not exactly the type of holiday for a wild boozed up teenage mayhem but why not take it and make it sexier

"All girls are gonna be wearing bunny ears, dude. Oh, and fluffy tails on their butts. Can't miss that, am I right?" Tommy is winking and looking even more adorable.

He's got a valid point.

"So .. you gonna be there, Hargrove?"

***

#harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove fic #harringrove slow burn #harringrove high school shenanigans #season 1 steve x billy

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trlvsn · 2 years ago

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Do.. do you think Edgeworth ever wishes he was adopted by someone other than Manfred von Karma? Someone like... Maybe-*GUNSHOT*

Like c'mon he knows Trucy. He totally has a adoptive parent tier list. Just a coincidence that someone happens to be on that list.

Anyway I agree that you should put him in a locked room with Freud.

i would like to start the response by saying this is all said in a light-hearted manner.

no. when i make jokes about freud, it's 90% a meaningless joke, 10% me thinking edgeworth just said something really fucking weird, but i just. don't do this to me. please don't make them weird. because that would legitimately be very weird and would permanently fuck up the dynamic, and also, i just can't picture that being canon-compliant. sure, edgeworth might see a bit of his child self in trucy, but only in a "she has been through something traumatic in court and it concerned her father. i remember how i used to feel in that time of my life. i hope she has a better support system than i did" way, not in a... wishing phoenix was his dad way.

and speaking of the aai2 line about comparing phoenix to his dad, jokes aside, i think it's just an ace attorney-specific thing. the characters in the series frequently resemble their mentors, friends, family and loved ones, so it's only natural for someone to notice those bits and pieces. when Diego noticed phoenix resembling mia, it didn't exactly mean he suddenly desired phoenix carnally. well actually diego x phoenix is very funny to me but. not the point. it happens with a lot of characters in a lot of different situations, and edgeworth is capable of seeing people as individual beings, much more capable of it than wright, in fact.

so, no, i don't think that, anon, i feel like it wouldn't make sense for the characters or be cute. i would still put edgeworth in a room with freud though, but not because freud would be right: i just like seeing men suffer sometimes.

i will continue making freud jokes but when it gets serious i prefer to use common sense instead of whatever he used in his works.

#no hate to the anon #this is light hearted like i said #but i am very much not a fan of shit like that on relationships. fictional or not #and i'm actually not a freud believer! he just made shit up mainly #so. yeah.#raystextpost

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aestheticvoyage2023 · 1 year ago

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Day 263: Wednesday September 20, 2023 - "Tucson Overnights"

On Monday we sat in the pool and mentally crafted how this next two weeks would go. Its a long stretch in front of the two of us. And our goal is for William to not have to feel anything but complete normalcy and stability from his parents. I want to be above any self imposed anxiety, and rise above the exhaustion of the grind. I suggested that we just take it in small chunks - just one quarter at a time. And I like the idea of winning each quarter. Especially the 4th Quarter. I am not sure that any of this resonated with Audrie, but I was saying it for myself anyway. Ahead of me an important gauntlet and measure of my nurturing fatherhood intentions - 10 Nights of "Primary Parenthood" - the phrase I am lending to these stretches where we let Mama focus on her career and the demands of her profession - during a time when potty training is fragilely in focus, and his two-year-old tides seem remarkably regulated; important, very important days. I told Audrie, "I just really need to on top of my game. I have to be well prepared to do good here." But the saving grace, making a 10 night stretch like this reasonably possible was that across the 10 nights, were some well placed Mama-breaks to get us on through. As I laid it out, it was perfect and smooth and easy in my mind - I totally got this! First Quarter - Monday evening "Bye Bye Mama" to Wednesday Night, where after a Tucson Overnight, we'd all get a break and refilled with Mama's love. We'd all go into the Second Quarter replenished and cruising towards the weekend halftime show in San Diego, where we'd be crashing mama's overnight for break #2.

In the second half, we get Mama home on Sunday night and Wednesday night again, as we close out the month, with me getting a little solo break for all my efforts.

Suddenly this big long intimidating stretch was manageable. 4 quarters. Take them one at a time. And so I had a plan to get me positively from Monday afternoon until today. I won the first quarter. I left Audrie alone and let her sleep in our bed most the day, and then she took William in the evening and did bedtime on her own (as if William would have it any other way - a couple times I tried to join them and was met with "Daddy go away". His Mama break time. I totally get that. And was grateful for the brain break that this gift gives me. I laid on the couch listening to them read books, mind mapping the 2nd quarter game plan. "These Tucson overnights are so damn cool." And by cool I knew the reflected expression was of being able to be totally off the hook for a few hours this evening. But it was also in seeing just how damn much William enjoyed having his mama here, to pick him up from school, to take him to dinner, to do his bath time. I have this thing with William where I ask him if he loves his mama and he says "yesssss. and then I tell him, "not near as much as she loves you." I tell him so often how much she loves him when shes gone to work. And he knows it. And when shes home, he feels it, and soaks it all up, every bit he can get. They talked at bedtime, about how shed be gone when he woke up, and sure enough he wailed and cried at 5am when he rolled over to try to find her. He knew she was back at work. He cuddled into my warm armpit with big real tears, and we breathed in the flowers, and out the candles, a trick shes taught both of us. She was there,even when she was gone - in the loving confidence and nurturing stability I can lend him in her absence - its all her. The 2nd Quarter started off in such a loving memorable way, thanks to that little break that let us all reset and regulate. She was off to work for one more leg back to LAX before starting her two day to Austin and San Diego where we'll see her again in about 60 hours. We cruise into the next quarter talking and scheming about San Diego and our next fill-up.

Song: Fall Out Boy- We Didn't Start The Fire

Quote: If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time If you're lost, you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting Time after time

~Cyndi Lauper

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sometimesanalice · 9 months ago

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Let's pretend it didn't take me X amount of months to respond to your truly lovely reblog because I did that thing where I hoarded it for too long.

I'm a taurus, it's not my fault! (but also I got more beads and will happily bribe you for your forgiveness with another custom friendship bracelet, lmaooo)

you, however, are an absolute gem and I'm so truly touched by the time and effort you put into your comments! they mean the world to me!

so more for youuuuu!

i could read a novel about bradley and sweet girl like i could read about them running errands and taking duck (“like quack!”) to the dog park and bradley taking her car to work.-- me being me would probably accidentally write you a full length one. "I can write this in under 5k" is code for "this will be 50k now"

i cried the first time i’m being so serious 💕-- stooooopppppppppp

And on the rare rainy days you got in San Diego, Bradley was asking to borrow your car rather than risk the interior of his big blue baby. - sweet girl getting the last laugh on this one-- she really is, lolol. Just imagine her all smug while he's fighting with the lever in her car trying to adjust the seat for his long legs, and she's just like getting comfy as the passenger princess reveling in her victory. He's all huffy like "not a word" 🤭

He’d promised to make it worth your while, and while you would have done it for him anyways, a little extra incentive was always nice. - this is so cute, i’m smiling so big (also man has a MENU and he needs his french bread 🫡 oui oui bitch)-- the YES CHEF of it all! Of course that cheeky man means in more ways than oneeee!

and Bradley Bradshaw wearing some 5-inch inseam swim trunks with his thick thighs on display in the golden sunlight. - thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthank - IT IS THE MENTAL IMAGE WE DESERVEEEEE!! you're the captain of the 5-inch inseam agenda, and Im just here to support the cause! lol

It had been so nice to see your parents and to visit the sights of your childhood growing up together. - i love every time you mention her parents! especially knowing about her mom’s wedding 🤭🤭 like bradley’s her kid too!-- it's such a crime I'd have to write that fic, because I want to read it too, lmao. Sometimes I feel like I mention them too much and it's repetitive, but I just really like how much history is there not just between them as individuals but with each of their families.

For as much as Bradley grumbled about being woken up early on the weekends by the black and white ball of fluff, you’ve caught him on more than one occasion cooing at the dog and slipping him treats. The sweet, goofy little dog was the perfect addition to your dynamic duo. - DUCK LIKE QUACK 🦆 i love this dog so much and i can picture bradley making silly faces at him and getting him all worked out-- DUCK LIKE QUACK! endlessly amused that he never had a name change, one SG heard it she was SOLD. Like "it's FATE, bradley!" He'd be so proud to show him off to SG when he finally teaches him how to shake, like banging on about how their dog is a genius, lol

It’s a good think your hands are full or you’d be collecting even more photos of your sweet boy in addition to the hundreds you already had on your phone. - YOUR SWEET BOY 🤭 i love this dog and his cute little name so much i want snugs with him and bradley (sweet girl’s two sweet boys)-- HER BEST BOYS! you just know bradley grins so wide when she comes home and is like "where are my best boys" when she gets home late from the office!

You step around the island and over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind him. He’s always been the right kind of warm, the kind that makes you want to melt into him. You press your face against his back, his shirt soft against your cheek. - this has me absolutely swooning 🤭 this is so sweet and tender and they’re so soooo into each other. also he is a human furnace--they're so smitten! And like SG would be the first to admit that she totally has a crush on her boyfriend, lol. They're both each other's safe places, so I think getting to come home knowing the other is waiting for them is one of their favorite parts of the day. like AH YOU FINALLY

The mental image of Bradley recording a video of your puppy being cute and playing in the park in the same way a proud dad would film his kid’s little league game makes you feel more than a little weak in the knees. - and that he specifically took them FOR HER has me feeling weak in the knees! THAT’S THEIR SON!!-- he knows she'd want to see it!! I love folding in moments that show just how much the other is on their mind, in that "i thought of you" way that shows how much they know and care about the other. But also you know seeing him like that sets her ovaries off and then she has to be like "chill, we haven't even been together a year yet" but also is excited about a future where one day they'd get to have that!

“Yeah? It’s been awhile since I’ve channeled my inner Stanly Tucci, so I thought some homemade spaghetti and meatballs sounded good.” - i know they love his show and i know they should be planning a trip to italy asap. and he can make real homemade meatballs with me since i don’t eat the tj’s ones anymore 💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️--they take that trip to italy right after they swap some rings and promises of forever! 🤭🤭🤭

He could more than hold his own in the kitchen, and the competent way he handled a chef knife in his big hands was endlessly attractive to you. - makes me swoon, he’s so pretty in so many ways-- it's the competency kink in us! hahahahahah

“Yes, chef,” you purr as you spin on your heel taking off in the other direction. - 😮🤭 and then he slaps her ass!!!- HE IS SO CHEEKY! Just when she thinks she has the upper hand, he'll give it right back to her!

The things that always felt mundane on their own had become some of the things you most looked forward to during the week. It’s not that you need to be around him, but you always want to be around him. - this is one of my favorite parts about these two 🤭 ‘and bradley has the best personality”-- they're each other's favorite!

“That so, huh?” he sounds amused by your enthusiasm, “Is there something else you wanted to talk to me about?” - cheeky boy! i like that he doesn’t let this slide 😉-- he's such a tease for this, I love that he's like building up to it. I think he was originally waiting for her to bring it up, but then when he realizes that she doesn't realize what kind of sampler it actually is he is fully amused and leaning into it. He likes to tease her, but also that man is mentally like "one less thing for us to have to plan and one step closer to wife-ing her up"

Your face is still hidden behind your hands when you feel Bradley gather you into his arms, running a warm hand up and down your back. - i just love this visual so much? there’s something about it that gives me butterflies-- she's so easily flustered! and he is so good about knowing when to tease and when to put her at ease. we know she's a bit of an overthinker too, so she's like running back the interaction with that and just cringing and embarrassed.

At this point you really do just have to laugh at yourself. It’s such a silly thing to get worked up about, especially since you know you’re probably more ruffled about Bradley potentially thinking that you’re trying to drop a not-so-subtle hint with it. - this would totally get me too like i don’t want him to thinking i’m pushing him towards something? especially if they haven’t talked about it too much?-- He is so SURE about them, and she is too but when it comes to those big feelings she has about him she gets shy about how very real it is for her and just how much she wants forever with him. But she doesn't want to make him think that she isn't happy where they're at, and while she's always trying to be logical/practical with the timeline of their romantic relationship, she also wants to get to the part where she gets to be his wife.

“Hey, just so you know, I can’t wait to eat wedding cake with you later,” he says as he continues to slice up the baguette. - okay i took later as ONE DAY not later that night 🤭-- BOTH HE MEANS BOTH!! it's just the perfect cover for him to actually be talking about their wedding day (but only he knows just how soon he hopes that gets to be 🤭)

while Bradley takes his chances and eats one slice at a time before moving on to the next one. It’s truly unhinged behavior - oh it is absolutely deranged- A MENACE! He has a system like a wine tasting, starting with the lightest more mild flavor and working up to the richest so that the flavors don't get lost. BUT STILL

He says it so easily like there’s not a doubt in his mind that it’ll be you and him facing each other at the end of an aisle as vows about forever are exchanged. - i giggled 🤭 like it is so sweet and reassuring especially with the verbal confirmation in a bit that they’re on the same wavelength-- he just KNOWS where as she HOPES, and he forgets that he needs to give a girl more than a hint sometimes. They're both dreaming about the same future they see with the other, but their approach is different. But I loved that chat where they reaffirm how in it they are!

He’s been in your life for almost three decades now. You’d known the boy, the teen, and you more than liked the man he’d become. You had absolutely no intention of ever letting him go. He was yours. Forever and always. - what’s another 6 decades for these two? “you more than liked” oh i love love love it-- SHE LIKES HIM AND SHE LOVES HIM! FAVORITES!

“But just so we’re on the same page, that wasn’t an official proposal. More like a declaration of intention.” - HELP!?! this is so sweet but so cheeky and everything i’d also want-- he's so ??!! like "Heads up sweet girl it's gonna be you and me", this man!! And for her, to know that she is WANTED by him like that! Especially after her past relationships, where she was always the one to give more of herself than she got in return, to have Bradley who cherishes her!

“Tell me we can have carrot cake at our wedding, sweet girl,” he murmurs against your lips. - OUR WEDDING!!! i’m kicking my feet-- SWOOOONINGGGGGGG!! OUR WEDDING!!! I love how he just STATES it, like it's a fact.

You wanted to wear his ring on your finger just as much as you wanted to see him wearing one of his own one day. You liked your last name, but there was nothing more you wanted than to be Mrs. Bradshaw. It would be another thing you and Carole could share. A name and the everlasting love for her son. - GET OUTTE OF HERE WITH ALL OF THIS!?!!!? this is really too much and then knowing the story with the ring!?!-- LITTLE DOES SHE KNOWWWW!! She just wants him! But that there are things that she gets to share with carole (even the things she doesn't know about yet) mean that much more to her because of the special relationship they had!

He hadn’t been able to control the nervous bounce of his leg or his sweaty palms when he’d ask your mom’s permission for your hand in marriage. It hadn’t been any easier the second time, when he’d had to do it all over again with your dad that sunny day at the golf course. - BRADLEY!!! SO NERVOUS!! LIKE THEYD SAY NO!!! ugh he loves her so much and i love that he already asked them way before this lil incident!-- he's a planner! He wasn't going to miss his moment to ask them in person (when they haven't even seasoned together yet, lmao) He knows he doesn't need to do it, that they'd be happy for them regardless, but he respects and appreciates them so much that he wants that blessing and thumbs up.

The two of you had always been perfectly right on time in your own way. - LIKE GIVE ME YOUR HAND HERE IS MY HEART!!!-- it is! it is! it is such a central theme for them!

They were both equally were important to him, he wanted to get it right. - and this being why he goes with the ring is so sweet and perfect and i KNOW sweet girl probably sobs when he tells her the background-- just imagine him stewing over this for weeks! that little furrow in between his eyebrows during his down time trying to figure out what to do when a second diamond falls in his lap! it being so representative of THEM with the how they came to be and wrapped up with the reason they even became friends is just SO MUCH!

In the kitchen earlier that night, he might have bent the truth about his day just a little bit. The final design had been sent to his email that morning. And it was more perfect than he could have imagined. - my eyes filled with TEARS the first time i read this. i always love that even though i’m in the loop on so many things you still ALWAYS surprise me!!-- I think I was also surprised with this! There wasn't supposed to be a Bradley POV originally! But it just felt like having this peek into what is going on in his brain and in the background was just the little bow that was needed for this story! And I love it because there's been lines in other stories from SG's perspective where she says things about how Bradley always means what he says, but then we get to also see the ACTIONS he is taking behind the scenes too. Like his words MEAN MORE when we learn how serious he is about what he wants with her!

anywayssssssss, what new bracelet do you want for my fauxpas? lololol (thank you for this reblog, I loved it so much I didn't want to reply right away and then not have a reason to reread it, lololol)

Sweetest Devotion

Summary: Loving Bradley is the easiest thing you've ever done, and coming home to him is always the best part of your day. Especially when you come home with cake. But a slight mixup at the bakery leads to the sweetest of promises.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 5k

Warnings: So much fluff (side effects may include giggling and kicking your feet)

(Author’s Note: this fic was written for my one year celebration of the ‘Like I Can’ series, but it can be read on its own!)

After a long week, there was no place you’d rather be than at home with Bradley.

The two of you have been living together for a couple of months now, but seeing his Bronco parked in the driveway of the condo you shared knowing the empty spot next to it is meant for your own still made your heart flutter out of sheer giddiness.

Even if he still teased you about your practical Honda Civic’s lack of street cred. But it did have a spacious backseat with its own set of doors and an actual trunk, unlike the Bronco.

And on the rare rainy days you got in San Diego, Bradley was asking to borrow your car rather than risk the interior of his big blue baby. Those days you just got to preen as you handed over your car keys to him. Sure, you could be the one to drop him off, but it was funnier watching the way he valiantly attempted to hold back his grimace as he tried to adjust the driver’s seat to comfortably fit his bulk.

As you pull into your spot, you’re hit with that same gust of summer breeze warmth you always are as you. It was a feeling you didn’t expect to go away any time soon.

It takes a bit of finesse getting the front door open with your work tote and purse slung over one shoulder while you cradled the paper bags of bread and box of treats you’d stopped for on the way home in the other.

Bradley had texted you to let you know that he was making dinner earlier, but had forgotten the bread during his grocery run and had asked if you didn’t mind making a quick stop to grab some. He’d promised to make it worth your while, and while you would have done it for him anyways, a little extra incentive was always nice.

Especially after the way he had teased you in the shower this morning.

You picked up the baguette that he’d requested along with a couple loaves of fresh bread for sandwiches that you were planning to stick in the freezer for later. At the checkout, they’d had a few fun pink bakery boxes packed with six individually wrapped cake slices in different flavors. It seemed like more fun than the basic red velvet cupcakes you had been debating as you waited for your turn to pay, so you’d picked up one of those boxes too. Since it was Friday, you figured a little treat was very much deserved after such a long week.

The two of you had just gotten back from a little trip back home not too long ago, but you were already dying for another vacation. Ideally one that involved creamy blended beverages served in coconuts and Bradley Bradshaw wearing some 5-inch inseam swim trunks with his thick thighs on display in the golden sunlight.

It had been so nice to see your parents and to visit the sights of your childhood growing up together. You’ve always gone home for holidays, but it had been years since he’d been there with you. Some things had stayed the same like the ice cream shop where Bradley had had his first job. And some things had changed with the times like the empty parking lot where he’d first taught you how to drive was now the site of an upscale organic grocery store. Now that you and Bradley were you and Bradley, the nostalgia of your younger years felt extra sweet as you’d strolled with his hand tucked yours.

It’s a miracle you get through the door without dropping anything.

You’re waiting to hear the scamper of little paws against the laminate floor headed your way as you kick off your heels, Duck was usually the first one to greet you when you got home.

The puppy was growing all too quick for your liking. For as much as Bradley grumbled about being woken up early on the weekends by the black and white ball of fluff, you’ve caught him on more than one occasion cooing at the dog and slipping him treats. The sweet, goofy little dog was the perfect addition to your dynamic duo.

Even if Bradley still got huffy about the name and how Duck had come to be in your life.

On the occasional night when Bob’s friend Casey from the animal shelter- the man you’d been on exactly half of a date with once close to a year ago- was invited to come hang out, your boyfriend always was finding reasons to stand a little closer to you or leave his hands lingering a little longer on your hips. Those nights usually end with the two of you sweaty and out of breath, tangled in the sheets of your canopy bed.

You can hear Bradley singing along with one of his playlists in the kitchen and the sounds of drawers opening and closing as you tuck your purse and tote under the side table at the entrance. You smile to yourself as you drop your car keys into the bowl where his are already resting, the keychain on the keys to his Bronco was the same one you’d given him when you were teens when Mav had gotten him the Montero for his 16th birthday.

Taking the bread and box of cake slices with you, you pass through the living room you see Duck passed out belly up on his Sherpa lined dog bed. His ears flopped out to the side and his little paws twitching as he dreams about chasing balls or squirrels. It’s a good think your hands are full or you’d be collecting even more photos of your sweet boy in addition to the hundreds you already had on your phone.

“I’m home,” you greet, rounding the corner to the kitchen, the savory smell of onions and garlic growing stronger the closer you get, “And I come bearing a baguette.”

Standing in front of the stove is Bradley with a checkered kitchen towel slung over his shoulder. His curls look a little damp, still drying from the shower he must have taken earlier. The soft looking shirt he’s wearing is pulled taut across his back, and the sweatpants he has on are hugging the curve of his ass in the best way. He looks so at ease and comfortable, none of the tense strain in his body that he sometimes comes home with.

Bradley looks over his shoulder towards you with a grin on his face, “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” His pretty brown eyes rake over you in a way that has you wondering about just how he is planning on thanking you for picking up the baguette you’d stopped for. He lets out a low whistle, “Damn, I love that skirt on you.”

“I’m glad you clarified,” you say, sending him a wink and setting your bakery haul down on the island counter, “I wasn’t sure if you were talking to me or the armload of freshly baked carbs.”

He leans his hip on the side of the counter, “A little yeast and flour have got nothing on you, kid.”

“Now you know you can’t go around saying things like that an expect me not to fall in love with you,” you tease, opening the freezer to put the sandwich bread away.

“I’m failing to see a problem with that- oh shit,” he curses, hastily turning back to the stove to adjust the range knob as something spits and sizzles on the top of the convection cooktop.

“Hi, sweet girl,” he says, settling his big hand over yours, still stirring the sauce with the other. And you can almost see the easy, contented smile on his face just from the gentle tone of his voice.

“Hi, Bradley,” you hum, happy to be home.

“How was your day?”

“I’m glad it’s the weekend,” you say with a sigh, “The beach day tomorrow with everyone is going to be much needed.” A sympathetic sound rumbles from his chest as his thumb runs over the back of your hand. You were looking forward to sitting under the shade of the stripped umbrella and feeling the sand between your toes as you sip on an icy cold beer. “How was yours?”

“Not too bad, I took Seresin out and now he owes me $200. So overall, it’s been a pretty good day,” he says, clearly pleased with himself. “Cyclone let us out early, so I was productive. Did some errands, got the groceries. Well, most of them. I even took Duck to the dog park and let him run around for a bit. He made friends with a Great Dane, I took a few videos of them playing on my phone for you.”

Pressing up on your toes, you skim a kiss against the side of his neck and prop your chin on his shoulder to peer at what he’s cooking up.

“It smells really good in here,” you tell him, taking in the pot of sauce simmering away on the stove. Off to the side there’s a cutting board with some fresh basil chopped up and a pile of papery vegetable scraps and a couple empty cans of tomato sauce.

“Yeah? It’s been awhile since I’ve channeled my inner Stanly Tucci, so I thought some homemade spaghetti and meatballs sounded good.”

Your eyebrows raise on their own, the surprise evident in your voice, “Homemade meatballs?”

“Ok, maybe those came from Trader Joe’s,” Bradley admits, “But the sauce is all me. I even put the red pepper flakes in it the way you like it.” He reaches over for a handful of basil and adds it into the pot.

You send your thanks up to Carole for making sure her son at least had known the basics of cooking. He could more than hold his own in the kitchen, and the competent way he handled a chef knife in his big hands was endlessly attractive to you.

“‘Semi-homemade with Bradley Bradshaw’ has a nice ring to it, want me to pitch it as a reboot to the Food Network?” You feel the way he chuckles under your palms, the muscles of his stomach contracting and releasing.

“I don’t think I’d make it out with my liver intact. That woman loved her cocktails strong, I’m pretty sure her sangria recipe would send me to the floor,” he jokes, “No wonder why our moms were always watching her.”

“A woman after my own heart,” you sing, “I’m so glad I inherited such good taste from them.”

Bradley shakes his head amused, “The good news for you is that there’s a bottle of red open and waiting for you, funny girl.”

The promise of wine perks you up immediately. Pasta, wine, cake, and Bradley. What more could a girl need?

“God, you’re the man of my dreams.”

“I sure hope so,” he says, squeezing your hand.

“Oh, you are so getting lucky tonight, Lieutenant.” You take advantage of the way he leans his head back and laughs to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

You slide your arms back from around his waist, only managing to take one step towards the bottle of your favorite Cabernet Sauvignon that’s breathing over near the sink with one of your wine glasses set out next to it before you’re being stopped with a gentle hand on your wrist.

“Hold up, where do you think you’re going, kid?” Bradley asks, tugging you back to him with a grin.

He doesn’t wait for your response before he is leaning in to properly kiss you for the first time since he left for work this morning.

At the press of his lips against yours, you feel every ounce of strain you’d been carrying from the day dissolve like melted sugar. A satisfied hum escapes you and you feel the way the corner of Bradley’s mouth ticks up at your reaction to him. His hands cup your face, tilting you head until it was at the perfect angle for him to deepen the kiss. You don’t even notice he’s back you up against the island until the countertop is digging into your lower back, too distracted by the way the coarse hairs of his mustache scrape along your upper lip.

If it weren’t for the sound of the timer going off the two of you might have almost would have forgotten about dinner entirely, it wouldn’t have been the first time it’s happened.

“Is there anything I can help with?” you ask, smoothing out the wrinkles of his shirt from the way you’d had it clutched in your fists just moments ago before letting go of him so that he can silence the beeping coming from the oven.

“You want to make us a salad to go with it?”

“Yes, chef,” you purr as you spin on your heel taking off in the other direction.

And really you should have expected the cheeky way his hand connects with your ass in a quick, sharp slap. You shoot him a glare over your shoulder, but he’s already facing the stove and stirring the sauce again as he adjusts the seasoning with a smirk.

You take a moment to pour yourself a glass of the wine Bradley had opened for you and take a sip. The bold, juicy flavor dancing across your tongue as you set about gathering the things to make a simple salad to go with the dinner he’s made for the two of you.

This is your favorite part of the day, when it’s just the two of you together.

The back and forth has always been easy with him. Whether it’s making dinner or running errands or doing laundry together. The things that always felt mundane on their own had become some of the things you most looked forward to during the week. It’s not that you need to be around him, but you always want to be around him.

When Bradley declares the sauce to be perfect, he comes and joins you at the island. Grabbing a cutting board of his own he starts slicing up the fresh baguette you’d picked up, offering you the end to snack on.

“Oh, what’s this?” he asks, picking up the box of assorted cake slices.

You continue chopping the cucumber in front of you, “Isn’t that fun? They had a stack of those at the checkout. I think they must have made too many cakes this week on accident, but it’s so smart of them so sell them that way. Why get one flavor when you can have six? Best of both worlds for everyone.”

“That so, huh?” he sounds amused by your enthusiasm, “Is there something else you wanted to talk to me about?”

It hadn’t been a particularly noteworthy visit, other than you’d been able to score a parking spot in front of the building, “Uh, not that I can think of?”

“You sure?” Bradley prods.

“No?... Oh! I was going to pick up that marbled rye you like while I was there getting the baguette, but they were already sold out. So I got a loaf of the multigrain brown bread and some sourdough instead.”

“Mmm, interesting.”

Stopping your salad prep, you look up at him skeptically, “Ok, why are you mmm-ing me, Bradshaw?”

Bradley’s eyes are alight with playful mischief as he slides the box of the cake slices towards you and pointedly double taps on the sticker on the upper right corner of the pink box with his finger.

You hadn’t stopped to read the shiny gold label when you’d grabbed it at the bakery, the tempting layers of cake and frosting and fillings had immediately sold you on it, but you couldn’t unsee what the curly scripted font said now.

Wedding Cake Sampler

“So, when’s the wedding? I’m assuming I’ll be invited,” he grins.

You feel your face get hot as you realize your mistake. It wasn’t just a sample box, but a very specific type of sample box. A very specific type of sample box for a very specific occasion.

Suddenly the interaction with the bakery employee as you were paying makes so much more sense now.

“Oh my god, the girl at the checkout said ‘Congratulations’ and I said ‘Happy Fri-yay’ back to her,” you groan, covering your eyes with your hands, “I thought she meant it like ‘Congrats on making it to Friday’ thing.”

He laughs, “Sweet girl, that’s about the damn cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Happy Fri-yay, Bradley! She was congratulating me on our- I mean- the nonexistent impending nuptials she thought I had and I reply to her that? We need to find a new bakery, I can’t go there ever again,” you lament. It’s truly a tragedy, since they have the best sticky pecan rolls in the area.

“And you call me a drama queen,” Bradley lightly teases, “She probably thought it was funny.”

You groan again, louder this time. If he was going to call you a drama queen, you’d at least try out your best Mariah Carey impersonation.

Your face is still hidden behind your hands when you feel Bradley gather you into his arms, running a warm hand up and down your back. “C’mon, it’s not even that bad. I’m sure I did at least three things more embarrassing than that today.”

“Yeah, I bet you did too,” you grumble into his chest without heat. The way he chuckles at your surliness lets you know he doesn’t take it personally. Not only is he getting laid, but you decide you’re definitely going to give him head too for being the sweetest man alive.

He takes your wrists in his hands and pulls the away from your face, “I gotta tell you, I’m glad it was just a little mix up. It would have sucked to find out my girlfriend had a fiancé I didn’t know about.”

You can see every shade of brown in his eyes as he looks into yours, the affection and amusement rippling there the same way the light catches the surface of a cup of coffee on a Sunday morning.

At this point you really do just have to laugh at yourself. It’s such a silly thing to get worked up about, especially since you know you’re probably more ruffled about Bradley potentially thinking that you’re trying to drop a not-so-subtle hint with it. And fact of the matter is that you still probably would have picked it up anyways, you just might have peeled off the incriminating sticker off in the car before bringing it in.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, Bradshaw. I’ve got my hands more than full enough with you.”

“Yeah, you do,” he boasts, the insinuation is not lost on you.

You snort a laugh and shove at his chest lightly. He drops a kiss to the side of your head and makes his way back to the other side of the kitchen island as you get back to your salad making duties.

“Hey, just so you know, I can’t wait to eat wedding cake with you later,” he says as he continues to slice up the baguette.

You playfully toss a cucumber at him for his teasing and he pops in mouth with a grin.

A little later, when you have your steaming bowls of pasta in front of you at the dinner table, he raises his glass of wine to you, “Happy Fri-yay, sweet girl.”

And your laugh is as crystalline as the clink of your glass meeting his in cheers.

After the leftovers are put away and the dishes cleaned, the two of you are cozied up watching the new romcom that was just added on Netflix.

You’re stretched out across the couch with your feet in Bradley’s lap eating the cake you’d picked up. You try a bit of each flavor deciding which one you like the most to save it for the end, while Bradley takes his chances and eats one slice at a time before moving on to the next one. It’s truly unhinged behavior and you couldn’t help but tease him about it when you’d noticed his cake tasting methodology.

Bradley moans around a forkful of cake and you know he’s just found the carrot cake- his favorite.

He’s always been a bit of a pseudo health nut with questionable logic. “It’s got carrots and walnuts, it’s basically a superfood” he’s claimed on multiple occasions, while purposefully excluding the part about the pound of butter and cream cheese that goes into the frosting.

“I’d clear my schedule in heartbeat and take you to City Hall any day of the week as long as we get to have this carrot cake when we get married,” he says right before he licks the frosting off of his fork.

Your breath catches in your throat.

When, not if.

He says it so easily like there’s not a doubt in his mind that it’ll be you and him facing each other at the end of an aisle as vows about forever are exchanged.

He says it like a fact.

He says it like he knows.

“I didn’t realize I missed the part where you asked me,” you say, setting your plate on the coffee table in front of you, too full of the hope of it all to keep eating.

“And here I was waiting on you, kid,” he says playfully, taking another bite.

He’s teasing, you know he is. Bradley isn’t the type of man who would lead you on or play games with your heart.

“Bradley.” It’s an almost whine the way his name comes out of your mouth as you nudge his thigh with your foot. You turn your head to bury your face in the cushion of the couch, suddenly feeling very bashful.

The two of you have never talked about it, at least not like this before. Only in casual passing comments like getting a place with a bigger backyard for Duck or about setting up a joint banking account. A hypothetical future.

“Hey, c’mon. Look at me,” he coaxes, squeezing your foot. When you peek at him, the look on his face is all open sincerity, “You’re my forever girl. I love you and I’m planning on spending the rest of my life with you. That is, if you’re ok with that.”

A rush butterflies happily swoop and swirl around in your stomach.

“That’d be ok with me,” you tell him freely. You watch as his smile gets wider and broader until it’s taking up his whole face, his eyes crinkling around the edges. “I think I could handle quite a few more decades with you, Bradley Bradshaw.”

“Is that so?” he drawls, his fingers skimming up and down the top of your calf.

“Oh, definitely. You’re stuck with me,” you grin.

“Good.”

He tugs your ankle, pulling you until your back is flat against the couch. You squeal in delight as he pins you down on the cushions, your arms and legs wrap around him on their own drawing him in even closer. Then he’s kissing every inch of your face that he can reach as you laugh in delight.

If it weren’t for Bradley’s sturdy bulk on top of you, you’re pretty sure you might have just floated away. You’ve never felt this incandescently light in your whole life.

He brushes one more quick kiss to the top of your nose before he pulls away, “But just so we’re on the same page, that wasn’t an official proposal. More like a declaration of intention.”

“I don’t know,” you muse, stroking his pink cheek, “Sounds like you’re desperate to wife me up, Bradley. Practically begging for me to take you to the courthouse.”

His hands go straight for curve of your waist, attacking that ticklish spot that’s always made you giggle and squirm. Only taking mercy on you once you’re out of breath. You’re almost positive that the smile on your face might be there permanently.

You don’t miss the intensity in Bradley’s eyes as they trace over your face as he settles himself more fully on you, “You don’t know the half of it, kid. But I’m letting you know now, I’m not going to make either one of us wait long for it.”

And then his mouth is on yours.

You feel the promise he’s making to you in his kiss. The caress of his hands along your body feels like a vow. You feel every ounce of just how much he loves and cherishes you. The cake was sweet, but his honeyed kiss tastes even sweeter.

“Tell me we can have carrot cake at our wedding, sweet girl,” he murmurs against your lips.

Our wedding.

The thought of it made you giddy.

“Ok, we can have carrot cake at our wedding,” you agree, wholeheartedly, “It’s basically a superfood, after all.”

“Damn right it is,” he beams.

The cake is quickly forgotten in favor of pulling your shirt over your head.

You might not have a ring. Yet.

But you did have a lifetime with Bradley and a carrot cake to look forward to. And that was more than enough for you.

Bradley was pretty sure that there was nothing better on this Earth than having you draped across his chest as you slept soundly in his arms. Your breathing had softened and evened out ages ago, but his mind was whirling with thoughts of his bright future with you.

He’d meant it when he’d told you he wasn’t going to make you wait long. Bradley didn’t know how much longer he could go on calling you his girlfriend when all he really wanted to call you his wife. He’s imagined you in a white dress walking towards him more times than he could count.

When he’d planned the surprised trip back to your shared hometown as a gift for your six-month anniversary, he might have had some ulterior motives. While it was nice to see the place you’d both grown up in again as adults, there had been a more pressing issue on his mind the whole time.

Bradley knew it was a bit of an antiquated tradition, but he’d never proposed to anyone before and he wanted to get it right. He wanted you and your parents to know just how serious he was about his intentions to love you for the rest of his life. He’d even asked Mav for his blessing too, just to make sure he had his bases covered.

It had thrown him through a loop when at the end of the trip you mom had slipped him the ring she’d worn while she was married to your dad. She’d told him there was no expectations or pressure to use it, she just wanted him to have it just in case.

The engagement ring his mom had worn had been tucked in the back corner of his nightstand for almost four months now. Bradley had pulled it out of storage sometime around the third month of officially dating you. It would be too soon for anyone else, but he’s already had decades with you. And he’d never been more sure about anything in his life as he was about knowing you were the one for him.

The two of you had always been perfectly right on time in your own way.

He’d dwelled on it for weeks trying to figure out if he should give them both to you at once. Or if he should propose to you with one and save the other to you during another monumental moment, like when the two of you started a family. He’d heard about push presents. He figured could turn one into a necklace or something for you.

Bradley could feel the presence of both rings every time he walked into the bedroom. They were both equally were important to him, he wanted to get it right.

His mom had known and loved you, he knew that she’d have been so excited to see her ring on your finger. And after his mom had passed, yours had helped him during those rough days in ways he didn’t think he could ever properly thank her for. Even though your parents’ marriage hadn’t worked out, they were the reason that you were here and he couldn’t imagine his life without you.

It wasn’t until Natasha had shown him the Toi et Moi style ring that things locked into place in a way that made his heart race at the very idea of it.

The right ring for the right girl.

He lets his fingers trail up and down your back gently as you slept soundly against him.

In the kitchen earlier that night, he might have bent the truth about his day just a little bit.

The final design had been sent to his email that morning. And it was more perfect than he could have imagined.

He did win $200 from Jake and had gone to the dog park with Duck, but he’d also stopped by the jewelers across town to give them both of the family heirlooms because he didn’t want to waste a single minute.

Two diamonds, one ring. The start of you and him. A story of your beginnings to be worn on the finger that would tie him to you with a golden thread for the rest of your lives together.

He’d even paid extra to have it engraved.

My sweet girl. My forever girl.

I genuinely thought I was one and done after I wrote my first fic in December of last year. And then came these two. 'Like I Can' was meant to be a oneshot that turned into a 3-part series that turned into half of my masterlist. I adore this couple with my whole heart. Thank you for reading along and celebrating with me!

Elle (@callsignspark) thank you for sending me the TikTok that inspired the headcanon about the wedding cake sampler, I'm showering you with shiny 'thank you' shaped confetti! And another big thank you to Jordan (@gretagerwigsmuse) for getting as giddy about these two as I do and for always enthusiastically reading the snippets I send you! You both are the best!

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ironfirebagelknight · 3 years ago

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Ok so I think that we can all agree that this is a very cute video and all but wtf David those are real knives

#like thats a child #and i first i was like well nothings gonna happend and then he dropped the knife #and he did let emmy use them too in another video #anyways diego would totally parent like this #david castaneda #david castañeda #javonwannawalton #diego hargreeves #stanley hargreeves #stan tua #stanley tua

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ksmasterlist · 2 years ago

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Soulmates: Part 1

Summary:

When Bradley Bradshaw finds himself single and transferring from the base in Virginia to the base in San Diego California he expects it to be a pretty boring trip, and given he’s chosen to fly as if he were a civilian he plans to drink his way through the whole thing so maybe just maybe he can fast track fixing his broken heart. But what he doesn’t expect is to meet the girl of his dreams.

Addilyn finds herself in a much better place than she’d been the year previous. And despite her promise to herself that she wasn’t going to jump into a new relationship or move too fast as she’d had the tendency to do, decides to turn on the charm with the cute yet sad man at the airport bar.

With both feeling a comfort they hadn’t experienced with anyone else before things could get interesting.

Notes:

Hello all, so this is my first Top Gun fic so I hope whoever's reading this enjoys! Would love to hear your thoughts! This work of fiction is fairly indulgent.

I of course do not own any of the Top Gun characters or obvious things that are in Top Gun. It is also not totally accurate in regards to how the Navy works. Any and all original characters however were thought up by myself and I do not give permission for them or my work to be published or copied to any other source.

Warnings featured throughout the story: 18+ minors DNI. Smut. Fluff, angst, all around cuteness, lots of flirting/pining. Age difference Addilyn (Phoenix’s younger sister) is in her mid-20s and Bradley is in his 30s. Pregnancy, Emotional triggers, such as infertility. Language.

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Rooster felt like the biggest idiot to walk to face the earth as he sat in the airport's bar thumbing over the little velvet box in his hand. All he could do was replay the whole thing in his head, and all the signs were there, but he’d ignored them for so long that he’d become complacent. Not out of love but out of an irrational fear that this was the best a relationship would ever be for him, and that he wasn’t getting any younger, it wasn’t like he would live forever, and if he didn’t do something soon, then he’d never even have the chance to start the family that he knew he wanted.

“You okay there lover boy?” A soft voice spoke, pulling him from his thoughts of self pity. “It’s a pretty ring. Hope whoever the lucky girl is, she says yes.”

He smiled politely at the girl, “thank you. It was my mom’s. And um I didn’t pop the question, so there’s no one to say yes. And I’m not entirely sure I would consider myself lucky if I had asked, and she said yes.”

“Well, whoever picked out your mom’s ring had good taste. And I’m sorry for your loss.” She told him absentmindedly playing with the ring on her necklace, her smile faltering so slightly that most people wouldn’t even notice her demeanor had changed at all.

“It’s quite okay. Cassie wasn’t the girl for me anyway, otherwise I probably would’ve asked and she probably would’ve said yes.”

“I meant sorry about the loss of your mom. It’s tough losing a parent. How long has it been? If you don’t mind me asking. Do not feel you have to answer me and I’m so sorry if I just totally overstepped myself.”

Bradley was surprised, he had only just met this girl, and he knew he had said nothing about his mother being gone, so how the hell did she know that. “Thanks. No, it’s fine. Um, she died about fifteen years ago, sometimes I forget that she’s gone, it's been so long.”

Her hand was gentle and warm when it touched his. He didn’t even know this girl's name, but it felt comfortable and right. She was comforting him and she didn’t even know him. Something he couldn’t remember experiencing with any of his previous relationships. Hell it took almost a year and a half before Cassie had even remembered that both his parents were dead. Without even realizing what he was doing his hand was readjusting to hold her smaller one, and he laced their fingers together and it just felt right.

She smiled, mostly to herself, at their intertwined fingers but didn’t pull away. “I understand that. Sometimes I forget my parents are gone too because it’s been so long and something major will happen and the first person I want to tell is my dad or my mom because I know they’ll either be proud or will know just what to say to make me feel better. So I pick up my phone and I’ll be halfway through dialing the number before it hits me like a stack of bricks that they aren’t going to answer.”

“How long have your parents been gone?”

“Well, my mom died when I was sixteen so she’s been gone for ten years this year. And my dad passed away shortly after my twenty-second birthday. So almost four years. And it’s just been me and my sister since then.”

“I wish I had a sibling, maybe that would’ve made it a little easier.” He chuckled wondering how different his life would’ve been if his parents had had more kids. “My dad died when I was four, so it was just me, my mom, and my dad’s best friend when he was around. So when she died I guess I just kind of lost myself.”

Her thumb stroked circles against his hand and eventually she reached across the bar to take the velvet box from his hand with her free one. “So clearly this Cassie girl wasn’t the lucky girl,” she glanced down at the ring before she removed her hand from his and then slipped the ring onto her own finger.

After all, something needed to be done to lighten the mood they’d both found themselves in. While it was nice to feel this comfortable with someone she didn’t think she could bear boarding a long flight home sad about their dead parents.

Normally, Bradley would’ve put up some kind of fight. He wouldn’t just let some random girl he didn’t know put his mother’s ring on, hell he hadn’t even told Cassie that he had it so she’d never even seen it. “I feel like if you’re going to be trying on my mother’s wedding ring I should at least know your name.”

She bit her lip almost nervously before she removed her necklace and he watched as she took a golden ring off of it. “Give me your hand, please.”

Once his hand was in hers she placed the ring on his finger and smiled. “I’m Addilyn. And now you have to tell me your name since you’re wearing my dad’s wedding band.”

Bradley looked down at his hand and had to stop himself from laughing. “Do you always just carry your dad’s wedding band around Addilyn?”

“Obviously. I mean if I didn’t I wouldn’t be able to just slip it on to every man who lets me wear his mom's wedding ring.” And she held a straight face for as long as she could before she burst out laughing. “I mean I wear it as a necklace but not weirdly. It’s just how I keep him close. Now are you going to tell me your name or should I just keep calling you lover boy?”

“I’m so sorry to interrupt but I just had to tell you, you two are the cutest couple.”

Bradley turned to tell the woman they weren’t together, but Addilyn beat him to it.

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you; We’re actually on our way to our honeymoon. And I just don’t know how I got so lucky.” She smiled sweetly at the woman placing her hand on Bradley’s thigh not expecting him to play along, but then he grabbed her hand.

“Baby girl,” he said, bringing her hand to lips, “I’m the one who’s lucky here. I just can’t believe she actually said yes.”

“Greg, aren’t they just adorable?” The woman said turning to her own husband, “you two enjoy your honeymoon. Sweetie, come on we gotta go or we’re gonna miss our flight.”

“Bye! It was nice meeting you!” Addilyn called waving to the couple as they walked away. Then she turned back to Bradley, “well that was fun. Though I feel like I should know my new husband's name.”

“Are you always like this?”

“I don’t know lover boy, what am I like?”

“Forward. Very forward.”

“See I would’ve gone with like spontaneous or fun. Forward, though that’s hard to work with. Will you call me baby girl again though? I really liked that. And it’s the least you could do since you still have not told me your name.”

He bit his cheek, finding himself wishing that he could’ve met Addilyn before now. God, how had he never met someone so easy to just be around. “Rooster. You can call me Rooster.”

“Oh great. See this is why you should learn names before you get married. I married a man who willingly goes by the name Rooster. Like is that the name on your birth certificate?”

He laughed, honestly he’d expected this which was part of the reason he’d wanted to get it out of the way first. “It’s my callsign, so no sorry not the name on my birth certificate, and ya know that it’s a tremendous disappointment. The name on my birth certificate is Bradley.”

“Well, Bradley, this really has been fun.” Addilyn told him as she stood up and began collecting her things, then she took the ring off, placed it back into the box and handed it back to him. “But sadly our marriage has come to an end, because my plane is about to board.”

He smiled as he took his mother’s ring back and slipped it into his bag while he took her dad’s ring and handed it back to her. “You headed to California Baby Girl?” He asked, a smile on his own lips this time as he watched her slip the ring back onto her necklace before she hooked it back around her neck.

“You stalking me or something Lover Boy?” She pulled her bag over her shoulder biting her lip slightly flirtatiously as she watched him gather his own things before standing up.

“What would you do if I said yes Baby Girl?”

“Call the police, you freak. That’s so weird.” She laughed.

“No, I'm not stalking you. I’m just coincidentally also on my way to California.”

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“Wow, I think fate really wants us together or something.” Addy joked with Bradley as they boarded the plane and ended up with seats right next to each other. “Just promise you won’t break my heart, okay. It’s fragile.”

Bradley playfully rolled his eyes as he got their things situated before he took the window seat.

After, a couple of hours into the flight Addilyn found her eyes getting heavy and before she knew it she was asleep against Bradley’s arm snuggled underneath her blanket.

He looked down when he felt her head resting against his arm smiling to himself. He pulled his arm out from under her so he could wrap it around her shoulder making it more comfortable for them both, thankful that he didn’t disrupt her sleep.

It really was the strangest thing, this comfortable feeling he had. He couldn’t help but think that this was what his mom was talking about when she’d gone on about how you’d just feel it when you loved someone. All the time he’d heard the same thing over and over, ‘when you know you know’. And he’d never really understood that at all. How was he supposed to know? What did it even feel like? And falling in love with someone shouldn’t be so sudden right? You should date someone or at least have gone on at least one date before you knew. Yet here he was sitting on a plane with this girl he’d only known for five hours, and that he could only describe as the prettiest girl he’d ever seen snuggled into him and it was making his heart flutter. It didn’t help either that he could smell her coconut and vanilla shampoo and he thought it was the most heavenly thing he’d ever smelled.

When the plane landed, they were all getting off for the four-hour layover, which he was not excited about, he had to shake Addilyn to wake up. “Baby girl, you gotta get up, we're getting off the plane.”

She tiredly stretched and got up ready to grab her things when she noticed Bradley grabbing her bag and slinging it over his shoulder with his own, then he reached behind himself to offer her his hand. She took it, laced her fingers with his and let him lead her off the plane.

“Did you have a good nap?”

Addy yawned as she nodded her head. “Yea, you’re a lot more comfortable than you look.”

“Glad I could be of assistance. You wanna grab some food? I mean we are going to be here for a while.”

“Um, that's fine. I need to text my sister though. I promised I’d let her know when we landed here then again in California, and when I made it home.”

Hey Nat! Miss you already 😭 anyway just landed for a long ass layover will let you know when I’m back in the air! And once I’m nice and rested, I’ll call you so you can hear all about this boy I met! 😍

You’re the only person I know who has never met a stranger. Just be careful, please.

I will. He seems nice. And he’s cute. But I promise I’ll let you approve first. Don’t want another Jason repeat.

Yea let’s never go through that shit again. I’m heading to bed though I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. And I promise when we talk I’ll have an open mind about this new guy. Love you.

Love you too. Get some rest.

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“So tell me about yourself lover boy,” Addy smiled at him from across the table as she popped a French fry into her mouth. “I mean given we’ve got four hours until our next flight leaves and then at least two hours on the plane I figure we have plenty of time to get to know one another. Though I can’t promise not to fall asleep on you once we’re in the air again.”

When you know you know Bradley thought to himself, and if everything else hadn’t been enough to tell him apparently this moment was. This was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, though he would not tell her right now. He’d only just met her and didn’t want to come across as a total creeper. It was weird just knowing something like that given it was supposed to be such a big decision, and he’d always assumed it would take forever for him to figure it out. Yet here he was sitting at a chili’s in an airport having dinner with a girl he’d met while waiting to leave Virginia and somehow he knew that no matter what it took he wanted her in his life for the rest of his life.

“What would you like to know?”

She leaned back into the booth and pulled one of her legs up into herself so she could rest her chin on her knee. “Your life story. Tell me everything Bradley Rooster.”

He couldn’t help but smile at the way his name sounded coming from her lips, the small content smile on her face, and that she had already given him more affection and attention in the short time they’d known each other than Cassie had in their entire relationship.

So he told her. He told her about how he’d dreamed of joining the navy when he was a little, how he loved playing baseball when he was in school, and how there was a short period when he thought about giving up the navy so he could go pro with baseball. He even told her about how his senior year there were scouts at the games trying to recruit him. His mom had tried to encourage him to at least look into college and think about anything other than the navy, and for a short period he considered it. But the only things he wanted in life were to become a fighter pilot, find a nice girl to settle down with, and start a family. He also told her about how much to his own dismay he did still end up having to go to college so he could get into the naval academy because a man he trusted had pulled his papers which kept him from getting in the first time he applied. Then he told her about how he met Cassie and truthfully he didn’t love her but he’d settled until a good friend had slapped some sense into him. And even then he hadn’t been entirely sure he wanted to end things until she just pushed him past what he was willing to stay for, and he couldn’t justify the relationship even to himself anymore. The next day he’d put in a request to be transferred back to California in hopes that a change of scenery would help.

“So you’re a pilot in the navy who's transferring to a base in California,” she saw him nodding his head, “why are you flying economy? Shouldn’t you, I don't know, have taken some kind of fancy flight or something, or at least been bumped up to a better seat?”

Bradley laughed, “typically yea that’s how the whole transfer thing would work. But I requested the transfer, and they gave me the option to fly out immediately or I could catch a commercial flight out given the next time they were flying transfers out was a few months. And well I didn’t want to wait a few months, but I also had a few things to get together so I opted for the commercial flight. And here I am. I think it’s your turn to tell me your story now.”

“I’m a photographer, I do a lot of weddings. I didn’t really get into it until high school though when I went out for the school paper, but I really enjoyed the picture taking and editing process so I pursued it as a career. What I love most about it is the storytelling aspect. I love getting a good candid of someone and then hearing what people think is happening, or shooting a wedding and then looking over the collection and seeing a couple’s love story being told. A huge part of my life is the ocean and the beach. I’ve always just found peace being out in the water or feeling the warm sand between my toes as the water washes over my feet. I’m really close with my sister. Um, I’ve only really had one serious boyfriend in my life and it did not end well. But you live and you learn right?”

The pair spent the next three hours in that booth chatting, laughing, and the more Bradley learned about Addilyn the more attracted to her he felt.

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Their flight landed in San Diego they left the plane and went to collect their bags from the baggage department. Addy could barely stand, or keep her eyes open. She was so tired honestly she could’ve fallen asleep standing up. Bradley well he was used to insane hours and pushing past the point of being tired. Though he’d admit he was also exhausted and couldn’t wait to get to his hotel so he could crash. There was no way he was going to let Addy drive herself home though, she’d never make it.

“Hey are you gonna be able to make it home?” He asked her bumping his shoulder with hers.

“I was just gonna call an uber. I didn’t drive myself here.” She yawned before pointing out her bag coming around the belt. “Are you driving home?”

Bradley went to grab her bag then continued to wait for his own. “I’m heading to check into a hotel for the weekend. I can’t get the keys to my apartment until Monday. Just stay right here for me okay?”

She agreed, mostly because she was too tired to argue or walk, next thing she knew someone else was coming over to them and grabbing their bags while Bradley knelt down in front of her. “Here, get on my back.”

“What? No. Bradley it’s fine I’ll just call an uber.”

“Addilyn get on my back. You’re not going to call an uber this late to take you home. Especially not when I have a ride that won’t cost you anything and then I’ll know for sure you got home safely.”

She huffed but went along, feeling her body relax against him once she was actually off the ground, her face nuzzled into his neck and she smiled as her nostrils filled with his scent.

He hooked his arms under her legs and carried her outside glad when he saw his friends pulling up to them. The airport helper loaded the bags into the car for him then Bradley walked to the passenger’s window and smiled at his friends.

“Rooster, you dog. You didn’t tell us you were bringing a girl home from Virgina. Playa.”

“Well Fanboy it’s a long story actually, and uh she needs a ride home so I was hoping we could drop her off.”

“Sure, just as long as she can tell us where the hell she lives. She seems pretty dead to the world right now.”

Addy mumbled her address against Roosters skin, somehow loud enough for him to hear which he then repeated to Fanboy and Payback who were happy to help.

Twenty minutes later they were pulling up to a cute little beach house and all three boys were climbing out of the car. Fanboy and Payback grabbed her things and Bradley scooped Addilyn up into his arms so he could carry her inside. At this point she wasn’t much help as she was pretty knocked out.

“Yea, you’re gonna have to tell us all about this.” Payback said pulling out a set of keys from her bag before he tried to figure out which one was her house key, he finally got it, when he tried the last key. The boys walked her things into her living room before telling Bradley they’d meet him back at the car. The last thing either wanted to do was intrude on her space.

“Baby girl, you gotta tell me where your room is.” Bradley said, trying to shake her awake.

“Down the hall first door on the left. Can you stay with me?” She mumbled.

Now, Bradley felt like he was a fairly respectable guy, and he would never take advantage of a woman. And actually he’d never found himself in a situation quite like this. Usually when Cassie was drunk, and he’d bring her home, he’d just walk her to the bed and let her get in on her own, because she’d made it very clear she didn’t like to cuddle or in her words be coddled. She would sometimes want to have sex which would happen, but that was usually when Bradley was also a little drunk. This was different though. He knew just from the short time he’d known Addilyn that she wasn’t asking him to stay with her because she was drunk and didn’t want to be alone; he knew she wasn’t going to try to get him to fuck her, she just wanted to sleep. And he somehow just knew that she wasn’t asking him to stay with her but telling him he was welcome to stay with her over the weekend so he didn’t have to spend an entire weekend in a hotel. And he probably wouldn’t have stayed if it weren’t for the little tug he felt in his heart at her voice and how fucking adorable she was nuzzling herself closer to him as she tried to cling to sleep.

“Sure baby girl, I’ll stay.” He put her in the bed laughing softly as he watched her sleepily trying to kick her shoes off and struggling before he jumped in to help. “Do you need help with anything else?”

“Mm good. Just sleep.”

He watched as she curled herself up in her bed with a smile before he went to grab his own things and tell the guys that he’d just catch a ride to get his car in the morning.

“Yea dude can’t wait to hear this story.”

He rolled his eyes at his friends. “It’s not like we’re dating. We just met. There isn’t really a story there.”

“Right, because you totally just get all domestic and shit with random girls you meet at the airport. Dude, there’s a story. But it’s cool, I guess we’ll see you tomorrow.”

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The following morning Addilyn woke up annoyed at how hot she felt, due to going straight to bed in the clothes she’d traveled home in, and the fact that there was a warm arm thrown over her. Now the arm thing didn’t bother her, when of course she’d remembered that in a sleepy haze she’d told Bradley he could sleep over. And she had to admit that he looked even cuter sleeping, he even had a cute little snore.

Finally, after adoringly gazing at the sleeping man beside her for long enough she slipped out from under his arm so she could shower, change, and get her day started.

It felt so nice to be clean from traveling and have the sound of good coffee brewing in her home. One thing she’d never understand about her sister was how she drank the shit she did.

“Morning sleepyhead,” Addy chirped glancing up at Rooster from her phone when she heard him walk into the kitchen. “Hope you slept okay. Coffee should be ready in like two minutes.”

“Thanks,” He yawned “I think that was the best sleep I’ve ever gotten. Though you have a huge bed just for you.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I know. My ex and I picked it out together when we were talking about marriage and moving in together. Then we broke up and a few days later I had a new king mattress arrive at my house. And I wasn’t going to return it, I mean it’s a nice mattress and I needed a new one anyway.”

“I guess at least something came from the relationship then.” He joked though he felt awful that she’d thought about marrying someone only for it not to end that way. It made him wonder for just a moment how Cassie felt about the breakup and if she’d thought they were heading towards a marriage as well before he’d left her. Though not in a million years would he go back to her, at least not into any kind of romantic relationship.

Addy laughed, “I guess you're right. So I have somewhere to be at three. And I cannot be late. My best friend is getting married in two months and we still haven’t found our dresses. So if I’m late she will kill me. But I’m happy to drive you to wherever. Or you can hang out here.”

“That’s fine. I’m pretty sure my car was delivered a couple days ago. So it’s probably at the base.”

“Okay. Oh here let me text you so you’ll have my phone number. And the offer still stands for you crash here all weekend if you want. I have a spare key in the hanging potted plant on my porch in case you need in and I’m not home.” </p>

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The car ride to the base was easily the most uncomfortable the pair had felt with one another since they’d met the day before. And neither really knew why. Maybe because they both knew that once she dropped him off at his car there was the possibility they’d never see each other again, though neither wanted that to happen. Even though they had exchanged phone numbers it didn’t automatically mean they’d stay in touch either.

“I do hope you take me up on crashing at my place this weekend.” Addilyn was the first one to break the awkward silence.

“You gonna miss me too much if I don’t baby girl?” He asked with a little smirk playing on his lips.

Addilyn readjusted herself slightly in her seat so she was facing him and did her best to ignore the sudden attraction she felt at him calling her baby girl. Honestly, she’d never been called that before him and it was making her feel things today she didn’t expect.

“Maybe,” she toyed, playing along still to whatever they’d started yesterday. “Only way for you to find out though is to come back I guess Lover Boy.”

“Well I guess I’ll see you later then. I should head out though for now. Important navy things to do before Monday. But I promise I’ll see you later, baby girl.” He smirked again, sending her a wink as he climbed out of her car.

Addilyn leaned back into her seat with a sigh as she watched him walk to his blue Ford Bronco, and all she could do was wonder what she’d gotten herself into.

#bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x oc #top gun maverick #top gun masterlist

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bayisdying · 2 years ago

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Imagine being Phoenix's best friend and falling for Bob.

You and Natasha met in kindergarten, she liked your backpack and you liked her ponytail.

Instant besties.

Where one went the other followed.

She did Girl Scouts so you did Girl Scouts

You did dance so she joined dance

Literally did everything together.

Sleepovers? Always.

Anyways you two grow up and when she joins the Navy it's the first time in your lives that you don't follow her.

Tears, sooooo many tears as she left you behind.

You went to college for psychology instead. Top of your class.

You were there for the newly minted Phoenix when she graduated from the Naval Academy (and then again Top Gun)

And Phoenix went to your college graduation too.

Everytime she comes home, she sees her parents first and you second.

Hugs soooo many hugs.

She invites you to San Diego where she is currently stationed, and my God do you need a vacation.

When your plane lands and you step into the airport, there's your best friend in the flesh holding a sign that says "Y/N or Bust"

HUGS AND TEARS.

She doesn't allow you time to rest, she drags your ass to this cute little bar on the beach.

She introduces you to all the pilots she flies with

And like they are all hot as hell?

Like girl how do you work with these men and not fall in love?

Anyways, as much as you like Hangman and Rooster showboating for your attention. You personally find yourself instantly pulled towards the man Phoenix called Bob.

He seemed shy and sweet, the total opposite of the other men in the bar.

You two sat and watched as the others played pool and darts.

Phoenix knows that look on your face and smirks. Of course her best friend would fall for her backseater. It's almost like it's fate (or just Bay's great writing skills ayyyyooo)

But you see how close they seem and even though Phoenix hasn't told you about having a boyfriend you can see they care about each other. You're pretty sure they are together.

At the end of the night Bob ends up driving the two of you to Phoenix's house off base.

And like he was even nice enough to make you guys glasses of water, advil, and snacks?

Gentleman. Pure gentleman.

You and Phoenix sleep in the same bed just like when you were kids.

When you wake up, Bob is there with coffee?

"Damn Phoenix, your boyfriend is super sweet."

They both laugh and you are all *confused*

"Babe, Bob is my backseater and my best Navy friend."

Bob blushes deep ass red yo, because he finds you super hot (and babe you are so fine)

Phoenix gets an idea and man you're going to hate her.

Your entire vacation you are on the beach or at the Hard Deck with the gang.

And somehow you and Bob always get paired up?

Like it never fails?

Then on your last night they throw you a going away party.

And Phoenix suggests playing Seven Minutes in Heaven.

"What are we five?"

"Well you are Bagman."

"Touché"

And huh. When it's your turn, it magically lands on Bob.

So you two are locked in the closet together.

And man it's a tight squeeze.

Like your head is laying on his chest and your legs are kinda tangled trying to be comfortable

"We don't have to kiss you know, it's just a stupid gam-"

You cut him off with the sweetest kiss.

He totally is shook and blushes hard-core.

"Can we do that again?"

"Please."

Literally you two are in there making out for at least 25 minutes.

Then the door opens and there stands Phoenix with the biggest smile on her face.

"My bestie and my backseater!" She yells and the rest of the Daggers start whistling and clapping.

You both blush but in these past two weeks you see why Phoenix loves this group of people and you're glad she has so many people who love her just like you do.

You and Bon text each other everyday and you fall a little more with each text.

Then about 6 months into making the long distance work, you surprise them both by moving your life out to San Diego.

"Y/N?"

"Surprise!"

You happily live in the sunshine and sand, side by side by your best friend and her super cute backseater.

Y/N Floyd does have a nice ring to it doesn't it?

Bob my beloved. ❤️

Tagging the forevers: @kloofspeaks @callsign-milano @callsignthirsty @roosterscockpit @notyoursbutlewis

#bob top gun #top gun maverick #top gun #robert bob floyd #jake hangman seresin #hangman #natasha phoenix trace #bob floyd #bradley rooster bradshaw #bayisdying #imagines #top gun bob #top gun imagines #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd imagine

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hdrobby · 2 years ago

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 ? please, call me 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋 ! my pronouns are he / him, i’m 19+, & a fun fact about is that i’m obsessed with 3+ hour youtube video essays, especially if the topic is about ❝ internet trash-fires ❞ or pop culture from the 2000s & 2010s. i’m really stoked to be here. in this post, i’ll be introducing you to a muse of mine that i’m so excited to write ! his name is 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 ❝ 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐘 ❞ 𝐇𝐀𝐍 & he’s from san diego, california. he arrived into the world on 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟐, making him a scorpio sun & 𝟏𝟖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃. seoul is still relatively new to him as he only moved to the capital city 6 mos ago, & most of his time is spent training to be an idol at 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐓 ! below the cut is a brief rundown on him, & if you’re interested in plotting with us, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ♡ !

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

——— robby’s fairly close to his family, & even if his parents don’t understand him fully, he still loves them deeply because they’ve always been so patient with him. as a kid, he used to struggle with anger issues. he would often get in trouble at school, start fights with those that picked on him, & it disrupted his ability to learn with the rest. through therapy, he learned a lot of coping skills, & one of his biggest ones is being active & using his body to release any tension or anger. in elementary school, he got involved in martial arts. middle school ? he got into skateboarding. it wasn’t until the summer before entering high school that he fell in love with dancing. it was pretty random for him. one of his friends — who he had a huge crush on — convinced him to go to a summer dance camp with him. it was over those three months that it became heavily integrated into his daily life. it became his hugest obsession.

——— being a dancer never really altered his personality or other interests, though. he was still heavily inspired by the grunge movement. he loves punk music & most genres related to it. he loves the aesthetic, too. his outfits are often well thought-out & self-expressive. he wants to look like an anime character, & doesn’t care if people think it’s weird. people have thought he’s strange throughout his entire life, so he’s learned to just expect that type of reaction from others & roll with the punches. it’s not like he disagrees anyway. robby knows he’s weird.

——— he loves to study other people. his mind is very sharp & investigative in that sense. when he first meets you, he’s analyzing you. his eyes are deep & intense, & he’s a huge fan of eye contact. he can come on a little too strong for some people, even if he has a natural allure to him that could be viewed as magnetizing & intriguing. he’s not interested in small talk & wants to get into deep topics pretty quickly after meeting someone. he wants to know what makes them tick ;; what inspires them ;; what they’ve been through. clearly, for people who don’t want to share things about themselves, he can be overwhelming. he’s also not totally fair with this, either. he wants to know all about you, but he keeps himself a mystery ;; not revealing much to others unless he feels he can trust them, & sometimes not even then.

——— passion is overflowing within him, & he lives in a rather black & white manner. he either loves or hates ;; no in-between or gray area. if you’re his friend, or someone he holds close to his heart, his adoration for you is immense. he’ll protect you, have your back, & so on. though, if you’re his enemy, his hatred carries just as much weight. he will actively try & screw you over if you’ve wronged him. he believes in getting even, not getting over things. it’s similar with other things, as well. foods, hobbies, fashion items — he doesn’t really play around. it’s all or nothing for him. this passion, while heavy, can be a good thing, of course. it’s largely what keeps his head above water as a trainee. he has an extreme need to succeed. if he doesn’t, he’ll likely break.

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄.

——— i’m someone who values deep plots & connections, & i can’t wait to get things started with all of you. robby is still somewhat new to me, but i’m figuring him out as i go. i do know a lot about him though & am always happy to tell you more, or even answer any questions you may have ! i’ll likely update this in the future with additional information as i think of them, but here’s a glimpse of what i have going on so far ! please let me know if you’d like to plot. ♡♡♡

#〈 ⚠ 〉 ——— 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐. robby han.

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crying-pan420 · 2 years ago

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Choirsona Incorrect Quotes

These are just put into a website, if they don’t feel right juts repost them yourself the correct way, here we go! (Also, I’ll make more)

Also doing these in different pots cuz the whole thing is like 2000 word total

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Isabelle: So, she kissed me.

Lemon: And you kissed her back?

Isabelle: No, I kissed her mouth.

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Lemon: *runs up to doors*

Lemon: Be careful, Emmy! These doors say "Blast Danger"!

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Diego: *on the phone* Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference.

Diego: Anyways, you said Lemon is enjoying finger painting! That's great.

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Isabelle: I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.

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Lemon: Hey, do you know the password to Diego’s computer?

Emmy: Fuck you, Lemon.

Lemon: Hey!!

Emmy: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouLemon".

Lemon: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

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*Trying to cheer Isabelle after a break up*

Sarah Marie: You broke up with Isabella for a reason.

Isabelle: I know, I know. I’m just so tired of missing them. Tired of wondering why they haven’t called. Why haven’t they called?

Emmy: Maybe because you told them not to.

Isabelle: What are you, the Memory Person?

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Sarah Marie: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.

Sarah Marie: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.

Lemon: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?

Sarah Marie: Ominous positivity.

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Diego: I am not a lunatic. I have the psychiatric report to prove it. A slender majority of the panel decided in my favour.

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Emmy: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate?

Robin: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

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Emmy: Let me copy your homework.

Sarah Marie: I was gonna copy yours.

Emmy: Well, shit.

Sarah Marie: Guess I'm not doing it.

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Diego: Do you want some tea?

Emmy: What are the options?

Diego: Yes or no.

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Isaac, texting Isabelle: Any plans for tonight?

Isabelle: No.

Isaac: Loser.

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Diego, texting Robin: Any plans for tonight?

Robin: No.

Diego: Loser.

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Diego: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Isaac: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Emmy: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Robin: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

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Isabelle: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Aria: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Diego: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Lemon: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

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Isabella: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this house.

Lemon: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

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Emmy: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

#rtc #rtc oc #rtc sona #choirsona #choirsona incorrect quotes #there’s so more #this is just the first three pages

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samissosexyyy · 4 years ago

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Tumblr thought it would be hilarious to delete all my work and not let me answer requests :').

YES I SHALL WRITE THE PLATONIC ANGRY PARENTS-

And thank you-I woke up and was talking to my friend in the morning and my brain just: jojo villain yandere dads. Mudad mudad mudad mudad anger.

Anyways, here they are- Do these even count as headcanons???? I dunno-

Dio, Part 1

Vampire form of course.

First thing first, We all know he'd be a great dad. Protective already, But make him a yandere platonic father? Oh boy, Trust me, You'd be spoiled and treated like royalty.

Now, I'm gonna say in this scenario you were on of his victims child. I'll say you'll be around 5 to eight.

Somehow you managed to catch his eye, Is it because your parent was just as bad as his? You reminded him of his mother? Or maybe you resemble him, and have three moles on your ear. Or, perhaps, A younger joestar? Either way, You somehow had him feeling like a father, and, according to one of my friends, Araki had said DIO would treat his children like they were royalty, And they would be so spoiled.

So, Mudad would end up taking you in, kidnapping, whichever honestly. He'd be holding you like a loving pet owner would, if you got scared, he'd probably be confused. Honestly he'd have you turned into a vampire quickly, as he knew he wouldn't be able to have children as a Vampire.

Truthfully, I think you'd end up never noticing how he'd occasionally pull you closer, or how he'd glare at anyone your age or older going near you. Or how he'd give you some strict rules, Like no dating anyone. E v e r. And why would you ever want to hurt your papa like that?! You wouldn't want to do that, right?! Of course you wouldn't! Dio knew you'd never betray him like that!!

Truth be told, he'd guilt you if you tried to go against his words. But punishments? No no, He'd never actually purposefully hurt you, Unlike his love interest, he'd NEVER want to cause you pain ever. He'd hate himself and wouldn't forgive himself for years. Centuries. Infact, he'd beg for your forgiveness.

The Pillarmen

And satannnaaaaa

First of all, You aren't a pillarchild. You'd most likely be some kind of god, vampire, or a young hamon learner. Or even related to the Joestars or Ceasar.

So, Let's say you're immortal who can walk in the sun. We all know you'd be the joestar side, Right? So, That means you'd end up hating or feeling pity for the pillarmen. First, You'd probably end up trying to make Santana hally when he awakens. Unlike with Joseph, He'd probably know not to attempt to attack you. Let's say you have symbols like Dio Over heaven, We all know how that would work.

You'd end up as a being worshipped by them, probably kidnapped after they destroy the Joestars.

Let's say they defeated Joseph and the others, and you were still a deity, You'd most likely be weaker then them in this scenario. They'd probably treat you like a kitten at first, like a baby before they all felt a connection. As if you were a child of their own, so they'd give you rules. And we all know how rules go with yanderes.

Let's say uh- you fell for a mortal.

"No. No."

[Crush name has fallen from a high place.]

"DADS WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUU-"

"NO CUSSING IN THIS CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER!"

or something like that :')

Honestly, You'd have bird dad, and a bunch of other dads. Santana would honestly be like the cool big brother honestly. You'd probably want horns too so-

They would totally buy you halloween horns to put on your head so you'd be happy baby

Now, Hamon user? They'd probably find you like a cute animal at first, probably going easy on you like it was a game of tag. Soon, they'd realize how weak and fragile you are, After all, You are just starting hamon. They'd probably kidnap you to spite Joseph and his side at first, before... Well, You didn't expect to become a vampire and treated like royalty when all you've been treated like is uh... Considering Lisalisa is your coach, I'd say you'd be happy if it was someone else doing this for you.

Josephs sibling? WOAH Joseph, When did you get a cute sibling? Pfft, Not your sibling anymore, They just adopted your ex sibling nerd.

But, All jokes aside, They'd probably be surprised that you were more mature then your brother, and...you sorta resemble a certain Coach... Oh, Humans all look the same, haha.

They'd probably kidnap you infront of Joseph just to make him feel guilt and rage, After all, Why not get their prized treasure and make Joseph angry? They'd give you more rules, until Joseph was gone, of course.

And, sadly, Not even you crying would stop them from making you into a vampire infront of your big brother, breaking both of your hearts.

Don't worry you got ice cream later smh.

Ceasars sibling? Mini pancake? Haha, They'd kidnap you as soon as they felt parent like tendencies. No denying them, infact, they'd make sure you saw ceasar get defeated by the ro ck. But don't worry! You have new parents and a brother-! Haha, Poor you.

Part 3 DIO AKA mudad!

Honest to god you'd probably have to be a stand user with a weak or strong stand, or, you were one of his kids he had with a lucky woman who survived and got a naked polaroid of him as a 'wow you lived! Congrats, now go have my kid lmao' gift. Or, Maybe you were a normal kid who was kind to him, even if he,,,, did some questionable murder infront of you. And maybe you were a young

Now, Let's say you were a strong stand user. He'd end up wanting to use a flesh bud until he realized... He never had a kid, that he knows of, and decided to raise you! At first he'd be upset you had a strong stand like your mudad, but realized you could protect yourself from those dreadful joestars! Congrats, You became a Brando! :) How unlucky, Considering this DIO would probably force vampire masks onto you, or even using fleshbuds as a threat. Either way, You'll always be papas baby!

Yoshikage kira.

Like I said in my first post of this, He'd want to have a nice average life. You having a stand wouldn't be a problem, Since he'd probably convince you Josuke and the others are awful and rude.

Josukes sibling? Well, He'd end up telling you he can help your brother with his murder issue if you come with him. You don't exactly have a choice since Killer queen would easily overpower you if you had disagreed. You'd end up being a normal and peaceful child before long, Infact, He'd have to pretend he had adopted you behind his 'wifes' back.

Hayotos friend he never talks about? Congrats, You are now stuck with a crazy and loving father! And a mother, I suppose. And you get your best friend as a brother! You'd never be able to leave, how sad. But, You'd have your new mom and your dad to talk to-! And killer queen cuddle time.

Now, Let's say you were his own kid. Wowzers! You think its normal for your father to bring women hands home, after all, You are pretty young and your father told you most adults do this. Ah. How enjoyable.

Doppio/Diavolo

Oh dear. You poor child.

Either you were related to trish, and he somehow felt like you wouldn't be a problem before they felt more of a father love towards you, Most likely somehow getting rif of the traitors and your big sister.

"Where's big sister?"

"Don't worry about her, She's spending time with your mother."

Smh quit LIEING you jERK!

But seriously, Doppio would be like the fun mom asking you if you'd like bake cupcakes in his spare time! Read you bed time stories and whatnot! Diavolo would be awkward and "wanna play baseball or whatever kids like to do these days?" Awkward dad alert.

"My kid is fine!"

The kid they kidnapped/raised:

Casually trying to beat another kid with a baseball.❤💚💛

Honestly they'd insult everyone elses kids while here their kid is, casually scared of baseball.

Pucci

Papa priest! We all know he'd adopt you! I head canon him as gay, considering DIO and him were totally a thing.

So, He'd probably have you study Lord DIO bibles, and casually have you hate Jolyne. Probably even give you a stand, And even show you that DIO is the best! Worship! Protect yourself and all that!

Jotaro would probably scare you, so I can see you holding onto Pucci while Jotaro appears anytime, so pucci would infact love it when you snuggle onto him lime a cute kitten. Hell, you even Sneeze like a kitten!

Honestly You'd be kept under watch 24/7, but you'd think it was normal, after all, Your father would mever do something so awful like Those Joestars claim...right?

Diego

Oh wow- dino dad :)

Let's say you were a big fan of his, Then, Well,You wouldn't mind having him as a dad, Now would you? He is your idol, Right? Yeah. Yeah!

He'd probably carry you around upside down, Hot pants just questioning his sanity as he drops you a million times. Hot pants would probably end up carrying you most of the time.

Mama hot pants and father Diego. Y es.

And, Let's say you were traveling with Johnny. Congrats. You've put yourself in a even worse situation considering Diego would become worried and paranoid over those two idiots hurting you! And he hates the idea of his baby boy/girl/child being hurt by barbarians!!!

Even though he'd probably hurt you on accident if I'm gonna be honest.

Kidnapping isn't a very easy job, so of course he had to knock you out! What was he supposed to do?! Ask you to come stay with him forever?! No! Maybe! HuawhuKaia-

Honestly not too many rules, just don't leave his side ever! Except when going to the bathroom. You'll be tied to his horse. No whining >:(.

Funny Valentine

Honestly what did you think he was going to do? Pick some random child? No no, He'd choose the PERFECT child! You were so lucky! Wow! The daughter of the mos powerful man ever! Lucky you, Right?

No. You don't get alone time unless it's you sleeping or bathing. You wear what he wants, and no.

Dating not allowed. Bad. No no no no no.

"No. No dating. Your lips will fall off."

"but mommys lips didn't-"

"Your face will melt off."

Basically you'd be bossed around and treated like royalty, as long as you listen to you dad!

Honestly I don't know if this is headcanons, if if it isn't feel free to scream at me in the comments-

AND I AM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO ACTUALLY ANSWER, SO I HOPE YOU SEE THIS AND ARE ABLE TO ENJOY IT??? I GUESS???

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cursebreaker-lilith · 4 years ago

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HC List #4-Wands

Wand HC’s! Mostly focused on the wood since there’s more variety than with the cores.

Also if you have any suggestions for Ismelda, Skye, or Murphy please tell me, because I don’t have their characterizations down as well and I’m not 100% sold on my choices for them!

Rowan

Hornbeam “with a single, pure passion, which some might call obsession (though I prefer the term ‘vision’), which will almost always be realised.” Unicorn hair

I had a lot of trouble with Rowan. I considered, duh, rowan wood, and I believe the former head writer said Rowan had a rowan wand, but I think hornbeam fits. Rowan has a clear ‘vision’ and goals with which to get it, so it seems fitting.

Ben

Black walnut “If the witch or wizard is unable or unwilling to be honest with themselves or others, the wand often fails to perform adequately and must be matched with a new owner if it is to regain its former prowess. Paired with a sincere, self-aware owner, however, it becomes one of the most loyal and impressive wands of all, with a particular flair in all kinds of charmwork.” Phoenix feather

This is sort of inspired by someone who had done a wand wood post then deleted it :’) Anyways, there’s the good at charms bit (Ben’s specialty) but also it just fits Ben’s narrative. He is not someone honest with himself and that affects how he lives his life hugely, so a wand that reflects this problem makes sense. Then a phoenix feather core, because again, Ben’s problem is he has a lot of talent but is held back by himself. If he were to shake off his fears, i think itd be a good match .

Penny

Alder “not stubborn or obstinate, but often helpful, considerate and most likeable.” “whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards.” Unicorn hair

Saw the first quote and was immediately like Penny! Then saw the second quote and knew it was Penny’s wand wood. Unicorn because she’s pure .

Merula

Red oak “You will often hear the ignorant say that red oak is an infallible sign of its owner’s hot temper. In fact, the true match for a red oak wand is possessed of unusually fast reactions, making it a perfect duelling wand.” Dragon heartstring

She fits that first part. hot temper, a good dueler, fast reactions, all very Merula. And she pairs it with dragon heartstring for extra power and ease to do darker spells.

Bill

Poplar “‘If you seek integrity, search first among the poplars,’ was a great maxim of my grandfather, Gerbold Ollivander, and my own experience of poplar wands and their owners tallies exactly with his. Here is a wand to rely upon, of consistency, strength and uniform power, always happiest when working with a witch or wizard of clear moral vision.” Dragon heartstring

It’s like Penny, I saw the description and immediately went Bill! Literally everything about that description fits Bill very well. Dragon heartstring, as its considered to do more powerful spells. As for some hc’s, I feel he’s one of the few Weasley’s to get his own wand just because he’s the oldest so he kind of gets everything new.

Tulip

Dogwood “Dogwood wands are quirky and mischievous; they have playful natures and insist upon partners who can provide them with scope for excitement and fun.” “when paired with a suitably clever and ingenious witch or wizard, can produce dazzling enchantments.” Dragon heartstring

I wavered between giving dogwood to Tonks and sycamore to Tulip but in the end I put dogwood for Tulip because I saw “clever and ingenious” and immediately thought of Tulip over Tonks (not that Tonks isn’t clever, but Tulip is more proud of her cleverness). Plus I thought of a wand much more known for mischief would delight her in rebelling against her parents. (I know the former head writer said her wand is meant to be cherry wood and a hand me down from her grandmother, but I like Tulip having her own wand. Fits with her sense of independence better.)

Tonks

Sycamore “The sycamore makes a questing wand, eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities.” “As may be deduced, the sycamore’s ideal owner is curious, vital and adventurous,” Unicorn hair

Like with Tulip above, both could fit either girl, but certain words made me choose these woods. for Tonks, it was the use of “curious” and “adventure.” Tulip rebels to break rules, but Tonks just likes fun and adventure, so this felt a better fit.

Barnaby

English oak “A wand for good times and bad, this is a friend as loyal as the wizard who deserves it. Wands of English oak demand partners of strength, courage and fidelity. Less well-known is the propensity for owners of English oak wands to have powerful intuition, and, often, an affinity with the magic of the natural world, with the creatures and plants that are necessary to wizardkind for both magic and pleasure.” Dragon heartstring

Another one where I instantly put the wood to a character. With perhaps the exception of the “intuition” bit, every part just screams Barnaby. Loyal? Yes. Strong? Yup. Courageous? Deffo. Loyal again? Mhm. Affinity for natural world? Totally. And dragon heartstring for extra power.

Ismelda

Yew “Yew wands are among the rarer kinds, and their ideal matches are likewise unusual, and occasionally notorious. The wand of yew is reputed to endow its possessor with the power of life and death, which might, of course, be said of all wands; and yet yew retains a particularly dark and fearsome reputation in the spheres of duelling and all curses.” Unicorn hair

I had a lot of trouble with Ismelda. This probably isn’t what i’ll settle on tbh but it’s good enough. It’s sort of like her. Has a dark reputation but is much lighter on the inside.

Charlie

Ash “Those witches and wizards best suited to ash wands are not, in my experience, lightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes. However, the brash or over-confident witch or wizard, who often insists on trying wands of this prestigious wood, will be disappointed by its effects. The ideal owner may be stubborn, and will certainly be courageous, but never crass or arrogant.” Unicorn hair

Charlie does have a canon wand for this period, which is Ron’s wand. Probably coincidentally, but the ash tree description fits him well, so I do like to think that the second wand he gets after he graduates was also ash. And a hc note, I like to think the wand Ron had was also a hand me down to Charlie. No way that wand got that bad in only 7 years, even if Charlie is a bit rough and tumble. Plus if it was a personal wand, why would he give it away? So, yea, he graduated, got enough money for a new wand and Ron received his old one.

Andre

Spruce “The spruce wand requires a firm hand, because it often appears to have its own ideas about what magic it ought to be called upon to produce. However, when a spruce wand meets its match – which, in my experience, is a bold spell-caster with a good sense of humour – it becomes a superb helper, intensely loyal to their owners and capable of producing particularly flamboyant and dramatic effects.” Unicorn hair

I had a hard time with Andre, but this called to me best with him. I thought adjectives like ‘bold’ ‘good sense of humour’ ‘flamboyant’ all fit well with him.

Jae

Redwood “redwood wands are not themselves lucky, but are strongly attracted to witches and wizards who already possess the admirable ability to fall on their feet, to make the right choice, to snatch advantage from catastrophe.” Dragon heartstring

I struggled a lot with Jae unable to decide if I wanted him to have Redwood or Fir. He always had dragon heartstring, but I couldn’t decide on a wood type. I liked them for pretty much the same reason in that both have an emphasis on coming out on top despite the odds which I think fits Jae. Anyways, I eventually picked redwood because I just liked the description in regards to Jae better aha.

Badeea

Walnut “Highly intelligent witches and wizards ought to be offered a walnut wand for trial first, because in nine cases out of ten, the two will find in each other their ideal mate. Walnut wands are often found in the hands of magical innovators and inventors; this is a handsome wood possessed of unusual versatility and adaptability.” Unicorn hair

I had another one originally, but “innovators and inventors” just fits Badeea much better than what I originally had. Not much else to say.

Liz

Apple “They are powerful and best suited to an owner of high aims and ideals, as this wood mixes poorly with Dark magic. It is said that the possessor of an apple wand will be well-loved and long-lived, and I have often noticed that customers of great personal charm find their perfect match in an applewood wand. An unusual ability to converse with other magical beings in their native tongues is often found among apple wand owners” Unicorn hair

One I took from that post mentioned above as I was rather stuck on Liz. But I do feel it fits. Liz is a Slytherin but is against the idea that Slytherin = dark, so that bit fits, plus she’s all about the magical beings and I wouldn’t be surprised if she was good at speaking mermish and such.

Diego

Red oak ”In fact, the true match for a red oak wand is possessed of unusually fast reactions, making it a perfect duelling wand. Less common than English oak, I have found that its ideal master is light of touch, quick-witted and adaptable, often the creator of distinctive, trademark spells, and a good man or woman to have beside one in a fight. Red oak wands are, in my opinion, among the most handsome.” Unicorn hair

So this is the same as Merula, but I feel he fits the second half of the description while she fits the first. A dueler, quick witted, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a distinctive spell, and I’m sure he agrees that his wand is as handsome as him. He however has a unicorn core as hes much lighter and nicer than Merula.

Talbott

Chestnut “The wand of chestnut is attracted to witches and wizards who are skilled tamers of magical beasts, those who possess great gifts in Herbology, and those who are natural fliers.” Phoenix feather

There was another I considered entirely bc it had like “mysterious loner” in it, but honestly this one sentence screamed Talbott to me. Like, he’s mentioned being great at comc, loves herbology and is one of the best in the class, and I would definitely say he’s a natural flier lol Now with chestnut wands, they change a lot depending on the core. But the description mentions only unicorn hair and dragon heartstring alongside specific descriptions, while the one above is standalone. So I’m assuming its meant to go with phoenix feather, which I would’ve given him anyways. Bird core for a bird boy.

Chiara

Willow “Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it.” Dragon heartstring

It took me a while to decide between willow or hawthorn, both of which mentioned healing and insecruties. Eventually I decided on willow entirely because it’s a paler wood and fits her whole silvery aesthetic.

Bea

Fir “There is no doubt that this wood, coming as it does from the most resilient of trees, produces wands that demand staying power and strength of purpose in their true owners, and that they are poor tools in the hands of the changeable and indecisive.” Phoenix feather

While Bea has a big change, I wouldn’t call her changeable considering she’s sticking with her new style and outlook. And I would call her a survivor. Poor girl’s survived a lot already and she’s only 12. : (((

Skye

Spruce “which produces wands that are ill-matched with cautious or nervous natures, and become positively dangerous in fumbling fingers. The spruce wand requires a firm hand, because it often appears to have its own ideas about what magic it ought to be called upon to produce.” Dragon heartstring

I used this for Andre, but I feel it fits Skye too. She’s very brash and confident (or appears that way) so I feel she would have that firm hand needed.

Murphy

Ebony ”Ebony is happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider” Unicorn hair

Murphy is very open about how he is who he is, so even though he isn’t an outsider, I feel he has that “courage to be themselves” bit down.

Orion

Beech “The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond his or her years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant.” Unicorn hair

Yet another one where I read one sentence and was like oh that’s them.

#hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery #merula snyde #bill weasley #tulip karasu #and all the others theyre mentioned too #hc list series #text be mine

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