#like “maybe it will work this time and dad will be nice!!”

[scatorcciosgirl]

dealer!nat x innocent!reader headcanons…

Dealer!Nat x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ / MDNI, modern college AU, fem!reader, usage of y/n, slow burn (kinda?), reader is oblivious, mentions of smoking & drug use, profanity, loss of virginity, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving + implied giving), use of strap-on (r!receiving), mentions of cockwarming, implied semi-public sex, praise kink, slight d/s dynamics, not proofread

Note: i got this stuck in my head and i couldn’t get it out. also i swear i'm working on camera girl pt.2!! but if u guys want to leave requests pls feel free to (:

sfw

Dealer!Nat who only started dealing to put herself through school. Could she have just gotten a regular job? Probably. Should she have? Hell no. There was no way she was gonna pay off her student loans on time that way. And, thanks to her dad, she was already in debt enough as is.

Dealer!Nat who gains a reputation fast. Not just because her weed is good (it is, though - best on campus), but because she’s a player. It doesn’t matter who you are - guy or girl - you’re not immune to the Natalie Scatorccio effect. She fucks and leaves and never speaks to you again.

Dealer!Nat whom you meet because your roommate wants to buy weed but doesn’t want to go alone. So, you go with her to meet the dealer in the dark parking lot of the local grocery store in your college town.

Dealer!Nat who notices you because you’re wearing a low-cut shirt that shows your cleavage, a tennis skirt that shows the roundness of your ass, and a too bright smile for someone attending a drug deal.

Dealer!Nat who never gives discounts, but gives your roommate a discount that night.

Dealer!Nat who can’t help but smile when you wave goodbye and wish her a good night when the transaction is over. Then she overhears you talking with your roommate as you leave,

“She was nice. I wanted to tell her I liked her hair but I thought it would be too weird.”

Dealer!Nat who got unreasonably happy when she sells to your roommate again and you show up with her, wearing a matching pajama set this time and bunny slippers.

Dealer!Nat who asks your roommate if you're coming every time she asks about a pickup and conveniently gets busy when she says no

Dealer!Nat who calls you bunny every time you see each other after that.

“You always wear stuff like that, Bunny? Or am I just special?”

“Oh! No! I just bought this shirt the other day. Isn’t it cute?”

Dealer!Nat who, when you don’t respond to her flirting, starts thinking you’re either the most oblivious person on the planet or maybe you’re not into girls. Or, worse… maybe you’re just not into her.

Dealer!Nat who starts flirting harder with you to see what you do.

Dealer!Nat who is pleasantly surprised when you show up alone to a transaction. You tell her that your roommate couldn’t make it so she sent you to pick up her stuff.

Dealer!Nat who exchanges numbers with you “just in case” and immediately puts your contact as bunny🐇

Dealer!Nat who adds in a free edible once for you and your roommate informs her that you don't do weed.

Dealer!Nat who texts you that night to tease you for not being a stoner. And then starts texting you even more, learning about you. Your major, your hobbies, your favorites. Dealer!Nat who starts ‘randomly’ showing up at places you told her you were going to be at so she has an excuse to talk to you.

Dealer!Nat who insists you call her Nat every time you call her Natalie.

Dealer!Nat who starts spending more time with you. Walking you to class. Driving or walking you back to your dorm when it's late. A study session at your dorm room. A horror movie marathon at her apartment.

Dealer!Nat who memorizes your coffee order, favorite snacks, and your class schedule.

Dealer!Nat who lends you her leather jacket once, then a hoodie. Then more hoodies because that one came back smelling like you.

Dealer!Nat who teases you for your music taste but exchanges playlists with you.

Dealer!Nat who tries not to smoke around you. But makes sure to blow the smoke away from you if she does.

Dealer!Nat who doesn't realize how much she's fallen for you she is until it's too late because now you're falling asleep on her shoulder and spending the night at her place and handing her things with small smiles, saying, "It made me think of you!"

Dealer!Nat who tries to pull away once she realizes and stops texting you as much. But that only lasts a couple of days because then you're asking her how her day went and telling her you made cookies.

Dealer!Nat who tries to figure out if you even like girls but gets nowhere.

"You talking to anyone lately, Bunny?"

"Um... you?"

Dealer!Nat who gets surprised one day when you shyly ask if you can have a hit off the joint she's smoking out her bedroom window. She talks you through your first hit and can't help but laugh when you cough.

Dealer!Nat who lets you smoke more the next few times you hang out and listens to you ramble about anything and everything when you get high after a few hits.

Dealer!Nat who nearly chokes on the hit she just took when you ask her one day what shotgunning is because you heard about it on TikTok.

"They said it's blowing smoke into someone's mouth... through a kiss? I didn't know you could do that."

"Uh, yeah. That's one way to do it. Usually it's just... mouth to mouth. Gets the smoke in deeper."

"Oh... Have you ever done it?"

Dealer!Nat who shotguns the joint for you. She thinks fuck it when your lips brush and kisses you, soft and hesitant at first. It quickly turns into a full-blown makeout session when you don't pull away from her.

Dealer!Nat who doesn't fuck you that night - even though she really really wants to - because you've told her once that you're a virgin. You end up staying at her place, though. Falling asleep to Finding Nemo after exchanging kisses with her for a while.

Dealer!Nat who toes the line for a while after that. Nothing really changes between the two of you, except for you kiss now. Often. You've exchanged study sessions for makeout sessions.

Dealer!Nat who wants to ask you out. She wants to do it the right way. But she's never done this before. So she goes back and forth for a while before she texts you one day when you're not with her.

nat🫶

what are u doing friday?

bunny🐇

nothing

why? 🙃

nat🫶

wanna go out with me?

like on a actual date

not just smoking n horror movies n shit

bunny🐇

i’d love that (:

Dealer!Nat who shows up at 6 PM sharp to your dorm room Friday night with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, wearing her signature leather jacket. She takes you to a cozy hole-in-the-wall pizza place with a mini arcade and wins you a stuffed bunny.

Dealer!Nat who never asks you to be her girlfriend because she figured the date was enough to make it official until you quietly ask her one night if you're together-together.

Dealer!Nat who proudly puts a bunny in the bio of all of her abandoned socials.

Dealer!Nat who solely refers to you as her girl.

"Fuck off, my girl made these for me."

"Oh, yeah, my girl likes that book."

Dealer!Nat who, despite mostly selling to preppy rich kids, makes you stay in the car when you go with her to deals just to be safe.

Dealer!Nat who got incredibly flustered the first time you told her you loved her. The two of you were supposed to be studying in her room but you'd ended up making out. Then, all of a sudden, you pulled back and just stared at her.

"What?"

"Nothing... I just really love you, Nat."

nsfw

Dealer!Nat who is so soft with you your first time (which you initiated, by the way). The two of you were making out - as usual - when you pulled back to catch your breath.

"I want you, Nat."

Dealer!Nat who, after making sure you're sure, slowly undresses you, kissing every inch of skin that gets revealed to her. She tells you how pretty you are the entire time.

Dealer!Nat who groans when she finally slides your panties down and sees how wet you are for her. She slides her fingers through your folds, gathering your slick. Then, finally, she inserts a finger. Then two.

Dealer!Nat who talks you through it every time.

"You're doing so good for me, Bunny."

Dealer!Nat who encourages you to be noisy.

"Don't hide those pretty sounds from me, baby."

Dealer!Nat who could live between your legs. She can't get enough of how you taste, or the way your thighs clench around her head, or how your fingers feel tangled in her hair.

Dealer!Nat who loves how sensitive you are and starts using it against you.

"It's too much, Nat. I can't-"

"Shh. Yes, you can, Bunny. Be a good girl and give me one more."

Dealer!Nat who slowly starts lying when she says she's only gonna make you cum one more time. You’re just too pretty when you finish, she can’t stop.

Dealer!Nat who can't get enough of how you sound when you beg. And she always gives in. She'll try to make you wait but the second you whine her name, she's folding.

Dealer!Nat who buys a pink strap for you but is so hesitant to use it for a while. And when she finally decides it's time, she spends so long prepping you with her fingers and lots of lube.

Dealer!Nat who becomes obsessed with making you sit on the strap. She loves hearing your whines as she helps you ride it, loves watching you struggle to take it all. Sometimes, she just makes you stay still on it.

Dealer!Nat who nearly loses her mind when you ask her to teach you how to go down on her. She's so patient with you, though, and praises you the entire time.

“That’s it. Good job, Bunny.”

Dealer!Nat who sometimes makes you late to events because you look so pretty she just has to have you moaning her name.

Dealer!Nat who starts getting risky in public. In her pick-up between deals. Her hand under your skirt at a party. Sitting on her lap during a movie night with her friends. She can't get enough of the way you try not to squirm as her fingers press against you through your panties.

Dealer!Nat who didn’t even know just how kinky she was before you because she only ever had one-night stands.

[spaceshipkat]

hmm currently thinking about how Buck recognized Eddie’s nice cologne when he was going on a date. and im also thinking about maybe Eddie asking if Buck wants to go to that new fancy restaurant everyone’s been talking about but Buck didn’t want to go to alone, since he’s single rn and just. not feeling up to dating. he’s sharing Eddie’s house still, now that Eddie and Chris are back, and he’s kinda maybe stopped talking about moving out because it feels so, so good to be under the same roof with two of his favorite people. he hasn’t been to any apartment viewings in ages, and Eddie isn’t asking him about them, so he feels like maybe he can just. stay here a little longer. until he gets the vibe that it’s time to move out (as if that’d ever happen. every morning Eddie walks into the kitchen to find Buck cooking at the stove and Eddie’s coffee already sitting on the island, made exactly how he likes it, Eddie feels just. so unbelievably happy. he can’t confront why yet, but he’ll get there. he will. Bobby—who is alive!!—told him he has time, bc Buck isn’t going anywhere. he’s staying right here with Eddie)

so Eddie asks if Buck wants to go to the new fancy restaurant, and of course Buck says yes (and he’s definitely not calling it a date in his head, bc he knows that’s not what it is: Eddie is straight, after all, and he’s just doing this romantic thing with Buck because that’s just how their friendship works. it doesn’t need to make sense to anyone else), so Eddie says “great, i’ll pick you up at seven,” and Buck just laughs and pretends not to notice Eddie’s cherry-red cheeks. it’s probably just the heat anyway, so Buck turns on the air conditioning. and he spends the day doing busy work so he doesn’t have to think about tonight, even though it’s all he ends up thinking about: what he should wear, how he should do his hair, which aftershave he should put on. because this isn’t a date—Eddie is straight!—but it is a fancy restaurant and Buck doesn’t want to stand out like a sore thumb. so in the end he does dress nice, and he does style his hair, and he does put on his best aftershave, and if Eddie later remarks on it Buck will just point out that Bobby (who is alive!!) told him he should dress to the nines because it’s a fancy restaurant (and who cares if Bobby kinda insinuated it’s a date. it’s not. Eddie is straight!) and Chris helped Buck pick out the right tie and it turned into a little lesson of Buck showing Chris how to tie a tie like Bobby once showed him, so Chris ties Buck’s tie for him and Buck definitely gets a little misty eyed oops

anyway then Buck’s turn in the bathroom is done but he makes sure that Eddie doesn’t see him after he gets dressed bc for some reason he really wants his appearance to be a surprise, so he’s hiding out in the kitchen while Eddie does his thing in the bathroom. Chris is in there with him, and Buck can hear the low rumble of their voices but he purposefully doesn’t listen. (and when it gets too tempting to try to eavesdrop on their conversation, he turns on the garbage disposal)

then Chris steps out of Eddie’s bedroom and says “have fun tonight!” with a waggle of his brows that Buck tries not to recognize from his own damn face (Chris isn’t his kid! however much Buck loves him! no matter that Chris asked Buck if he could go to the park this morning and Buck said yes and gave him cash for the taco truck he and his friends like for lunch and told him to be back by six, and it was only after Chris left that Buck realized he probably should have told him to ask Eddie, seeing as how Eddie is his dad and Buck is…his Buck, so Buck hurried to tell Eddie—who was out in the backyard working on his herb garden, bc his sisters got him into gardening while he was in El Paso—and Eddie just nodded and barely looked up when Buck rambled about where Chris was going, and it’s strange that Eddie isn’t at all concerned or upset but Buck isn’t gonna question that bc he doesn’t want to ruin the vibe of the date that isn’t a date tonight) and Buck’s facing the sink so his back is to the kitchen doorway but then he hears Eddie stop, and it’s quiet for a moment and Buck pretends he can’t feel Eddie’s eyes on him, lets Eddie believe that Buck hasn’t noticed his arrival, and besides he knows Eddie is probably just making sure his slacks aren’t stained with soap bc Buck is going a little nuts on a dirty coffee mug that Eddie used to house a worm until he could find a better place for the worm to live than a flower pot

and then Eddie clears his throat and says, “you look good, Buck,” attempting to be casual, but his voice gives him away: a little raspy, Buck’s name wrapped in heat and affection that Buck knows is just his imagination going wild. and so Buck licks his lips and says, “thanks, Eddie,” like they do this all the time (do they?! Buck feels like he would know if they do this all the time, but then again, so much of his life with Eddie is rote that he barely notices when they’re holding hands in a crowded room so they don’t get lost until he realizes they forgot to ever let go and now they’re holding hands while Chim and Hen see to a patient who called 911), and Eddie asks “you ready?” and Buck breathes in—

and he knows that cologne. it’s Eddie’s nice cologne. the cologne he only ever wears on dates.

—and Buck breathes out.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

To Make a House a Home

Prompt #11 - Scream | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Lands at Steve's House, And Fills All the Blank Spaces, Time Hops, An Evolving Relationship

April, 1986

"The sheets are clean," Steve says.

Wayne nods, entering the spare bedroom as Eddie eyeballs him. Trying to see how Wayne feels about this weird situation they've found themselves in. He never thought either of them would ever be inside Harrington's house, let alone planning to stay. But it's not like they have a home to go back to now. Theirs might not have compared to this on the tax roll, but it was a home. 

Eddie's not sure this actually is.

It's a big house, definitely, but it feels incredibly empty. It screams showpiece, like nobody actually lives here. Even Steve's room is sanitized. Eddie's not sure what he expected, but it definitely wasn't this. 

Eddie hovers in the doorway, and takes in the bedroom that has no personality.

"Down here," Steve says, and Eddie takes a stiff step away from Steve's doorway. Everything pulls in new ways now, scar tissue growing, limiting his movement. 

The second bedroom a door down looks just as put together, albeit sanitized, like everything else. Mrs. Harrington probably hired a decorator, and then never added any personal touches.

There's no pictures of young Steve lining the hallways, nothing.

Anybody could live here.

This house makes him feel sad. Not jealous or anything he thought he might feel. Sure, it's nice. But it's soulless. 

“I’ll be right next door. Try to get some sleep,” Steve says, and Eddie nods. It's weird. Being on friendly terms with Steve Harrington.

Eddie sits on the bed, and at least it's comfortable.

June, 1986

The kids are piled into the living room watching a movie on the big TV, and it's loud. Eddie can hear it, every line of dialogue, even outside. Eddie has the doors to one of the many Harrington garages thrown open. There's a weight bench, a treadmill, and some sort of BowFlex contraption that Eddie's only seen on infomercials.

He'll learn to use it, because he's determined to get his range of motion back. His mobility. He survived. Now, he's gonna live. Even if it hurts like a motherfucker. Even if he screams so loud that he probably pisses off the neighbors. He wonders if any of them have called and tattled to Steve's parents that he's let the place turn into Grand Central Station.

Wayne moved into a new place, but Eddie stayed. Using his recovery as an excuse. The real reason is the movement Eddie catches out of the corner of his eye. Steve, standing in the doorway. Legs crossed at the ankles, arms folded over his chest, smiling.

"Need a spot?" Steve asks, and Eddie nods. He definitely won't say no to that.

When Steve's hands cover his, Eddie tries to act cool, even if he feels anything but. He's definitely got a crush on Steve Harrington, and dealing with that on top of trying to regain the strength in his legs has been a lot.

August, 1986

The kids in the pool are loud, but not as loud as the band practice that's happening. Steve backed out his dad's fancy car, and made room. It's weird, seeing a red convertible just sitting out there in the sun, gleaming. Like it's music video ready.

Maybe Steve will let them all go joyriding in it later. That'd be pretty damn cool.

Eddie stands in front of the air conditioner that's built right through the wall of the garage and screams, just to hear the vocal distortion. A window unit, but no window. Eddie's never seen anything like it. 

Rich people. 

But it's definitely nice that they aren't sweating their asses off at Gareth's in the summer heat.

Steve listens from the driveway, sprawled in a lawn chair next to Robin, working on his tan. Shirtless, in shorts that are shorter than Eddie's ever seen him wear. 

If Eddie sometimes misses his cue because he's staring, well, he can't be blamed. 

It's a nice view.

October, 1986

"Cool costume!" Eddie says, holding his hand up, and the kid jumps to high five him.

Hidden behind a mask, sure, but this is the most public Eddie's been since spring break, and he's enjoying the trick-or-treaters. Steve's on the step, big bowl of candy at the ready. Full-sized bars. It must have been nice on Halloween in this neighborhood as a kid.

The door to the garage glides open, and Dustin's standing there with a chainsaw. He revs it and the kids scream and run.

There's no chain on it, Steve made sure, but the effect is still good. Lucas and Max pull a rope, moving a sheet ghost up and down in the trees. 

Somehow the Harrington house has become a home.

It makes him happy.

At the end of the night, Eddie pushes his mask up onto the top of his head. His sweaty hair matted to his face, "That was suffocating."

"Think I've heard that before," Steve quips, but holds out a Snickers. Eddie moves to take it, but Steve yanks it back. "Nun-uh. You forgot to say trick-or-treat."

Eddie rolls his eyes, but grins, "Trick-or-treat?"

"Both," Steve says, sliding the candy bar into Eddie's shirt pocket, and then twists Eddie's nipple. Well. What would have been his nipple, had it still been there.

They both still. Staring at each other, frozen. 

"Fuck," Steve says, hands immediately finding the hem of Eddie's shirt, like he's going to pull it up. Eddie's hands cover his, stopping him. 

"That was. Did I hurt you? I just. I forgot. I'm sorry."

Eddie shakes his head. He's healed. It's okay. He squeezes Steve's hand, "It didn't hurt."

Steve tilts his head back, eyes shut, "That was bad flirting."

Eddie swallows. Hell, he'll take any flirting.

"You were flirting? With me?" Eddie asks, voice low.

"Not well, apparently," Steve laughs, grinning.

Eddie leans forward, gets right in Steve's face, "The locker room will never leave you, huh?" 

"I, uh—" 

"Wanna snap me with a wet towel later?" 

Then, Eddie kisses Steve before he can answer. 

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[bearbackyard]

Wild Card - Bobby x Reader | Chapter 4: Crazy

does the crew actually travel with the group" "would the union allow this" "doesn't y/n need a visa to go all over the place" "why did you make the most complicated tour map in the world" im stupid and write this after work so i don't think all the way. i hope you like the chapter and it doesnt seem too ooc!!

No warnings

Summary:

Music, sound, it was your everything.

So the day you found your baby cousins notebook was the day you knew she’d be something golden.

or

Zoey's older cousin, her main supporter throughout her teen years, ends up befriending and falling for her manager.

Word count: 2530 here for ao3 link! part 1 2 3 4 5

July 16th, 2025.

It all went by so fast.

You took your final bows on stage, holding on to your coworkers - your family - all together one last time. Like the musical itself, it was a sad song and the outcome would be the same no matter how hard you tried to prolong it. A tragedy, full force. 

“Don’t forget to text!” “We’ll all meet up sometime! Or, you know, FaceTime.” “I’ll always love you guys.”

You still felt a little dehydrated from all the crying. Joel, you remembered crying with the most. The poor man was so heartbroken. Not only was it his dream, but his husband's too. Steven, who had passed away from cancer two years ago. You remembered him well. He was the one who hired you. In fact, he sought you out personally. Musically advanced and adept in stage tech? That was pure gold. 

And God, did it make you feel awful that you were leaving. 

Your breathing had stopped. “What?” You replied. Your voice was still shaken, but now it was out of pure shock.

“Come work with us?” Bobby had said a little quieter. Maybe it was a bad idea to ask right now. He should’ve waited. 

You blinked out the rest of your tears, sitting up in your bed. “Work?”

“You’d help run the audio and then, if you wanted, you could be the girls’ producer? The label will hook us up with one when the girls need to get out of a block but having you on board would help tremendously!” He said really fast. You’d gone quiet on your end so Bobby quietly asked one more time, slower now. “Are you willing to come work with us?”

“I- Yes! I mean wait- no.” You groaned. “Maybe. Can I think about it?” 

“Of course! Take all the time you need… except I do need to know at least a week before.” You laughed softly, Bobby smiling on the other end. You were still upset, but you felt a bit better.

“Thanks Bobby.” 

“Anytime Y/n.”

The phone call didn’t actually end until the next morning. Falling asleep on the phone with Bobby had become a recent occurrence. Not every night, no. Just when you knew you both needed it most. 

“Don’t forget about us, Wild Card.” “Yeah, you better bring us all souvenirs from your little world tour.” “And get in contact with us as soon as you’re back in LA, okay honey?” “Oh! Can you bring me a stick from each city?”

Yeah, the guilt was seared into your stomach.

You, of all these performers, had scored a position to work for the world's number one girl group and travel all over the world without a single interview or resumé needed. God, you felt terrible. Almost as terrible as the conversation you had with your parents.

“So let me get this straight.” Your mom sets her mug down on the table. “You whine on and on about how you feel oh so trapped in LA,” you look down in embarrassment as you bite your lip. “And the sweetest position in the world falls into your lap and you put it on the backburner to come to me and your father to whine on and on about it?”

You look up and fidget nervously. “I was just worried about you guys! What if something happens while I’m a gazillion miles away?”

“It's sweet, Mel.” Your dad responds as he nudges her arm. “It's dumb, Richard.” She shoots back. “Sweetheart,” your mom takes your hand in hers. “If you don’t call that nice young man back and accept that job proposal, I will.” She deadpans as her voice feigns sweetness. 

“What she means,” your dad intercepted. “Is that we support you and we’ll be just fine. Go, get out of LA. Live your dreams.” 

So you called Bobby back. Or rather, made it the main topic in your nightly call. He sent over paperwork for you to sign (e-documents that pasted your signature everywhere without question. Weird. Scary), had you give him a couple of extra background information, got carried away pretending to do an interview. When it got down to your pay, considering you would be employed by Huntr/x and not the label, it was quite the conversation. 

Your jaw was wide open as you turned away from the dish you were scrubbing and to your phone. “You make that much on 3%?!”  You gaped at him. The man just laughed as he walked down the hallway in whichever hotel it was they were staying in tonight. 

“Yeah so trust, you will be living comfortably.” He flipped the camera to show some weird painting. “Look, ugly hotel hallway art.”

“Ew,” you scrunched your nose. “And that will make me live more than comfortably.”

After it was all said and done, you were officially a part of Huntr/x’s production and audio team. 

And now you were in the airport. The girls had done an… unusual tour map. Instead of starting on the East Coast and coming west, they started west and went east meaning they were looping around to get to Mexico, passing through Canada on their way back. You were going to hop on a plane and meet them in Toronto. 

Were you nervous? Extremely. Instead of working in the same theater everyday, you’d be in different stadiums all over the world with different programs and setups. On top of it all, you’ve never flown before. And you’re alone. Boarding what you deem to be an iron maiden, waiting to crush you. You wrung your hands as you waited for your boarding time. This was fine, perfectly fine.

Your phone rang and you hurriedly pulled it out of your pocket.

It was Bobby. Thank god. 

“Hi Bobby!” Jesus, you could hear the nervousness in your voice. 

“Hi Y/n!” He responded. “I just wanted to check in on you. Are you doing okay?” 

Taking a deep breath you responded, “I’m… okay. A little nervous.” Pause. “A lot nervous…��

“Hey, you’re going to be okay. I know it's a little nerve-racking, but the only thing that's a little weird is take-off and landing. After that, smooth sailing.” He was so sweet you were going to rip out your insides. “Once you land, I’ll be there to pick you up and take you to the hotel.”

“Okay, thank you Bobby. Really. You’ve done a lot for me.” You did feel a lot better now. You won’t die on the plane. Maybe. Hopefully. “You haven’t told Zoey yet, right?”

“Nope! It’ll be a complete surprise.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

The chime went off for you to begin boarding. Taking a deep breath, you stood from your seat and grabbed your stuff.

“Okay, we’re boarding now. I’ll see you when I land?”

“See you when you land, Y/n.”

-

Bobby was right, it really wasn’t that bad. It was actually kind of fun. You got to see the scenery change from your window and it was beautiful. You’d left at 8 am in LA and the flight was about 5 hours long, landing at 4pm as there was a three hour time difference. Man, did it feel good standing up out of that seat. 

You got out of the plane, all jittery, and got your suitcase. Finally getting past all of the security things, you passed by the crowds of people waiting for their loved ones before hearing someone call your name.

“Y/n! Y/n! Right here!” Bobby waved his hands. He wasn’t wearing his usual blazer combo, instead just a plain white t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a big jacket that looked similar to Rumi’s. It was yellow and had the same embroidery as Rumi's, including one on his right that said his name. You remembered Zoey saying something about Mira embroidering their clothes whenever she got bored. 

You smiled at him, waving as you hurriedly walked up to him and hugged him tightly. “I’m so happy to see you!! I’m so tired.” You let out a groan as you felt him hold you tighter. 

Bobby laughed. You were so warm. Man, was it nice to see you again. He missed you a lot. “I told you you’d make it alright. Let's get to the car so you can sleep.” Pulling away, he took your suitcase from your side and began leading you out of the airport. 

“Oh, I can-”

“Nope.” He cut you off with a smile. “I got it.”

You felt your insides warm and oh how you just wanted to-

“Thank you, Bobby.” You smiled and shook your head, hiding whatever mental battle you were having. 

“For you, anytime Y/n.” 

OH MY GOD.

-

The ride to the hotel wasn’t long. You and Bobby just… talked. The whole time. There was never a moment that you felt uncomfortable or awkward. In fact, you felt the exact opposite. But now was not the time for that. On top of that, he was your coworker now. Or, boss? Since he manages everything else for Huntr/x? Either way, not. The. Time. 

But boy, was the current conversation not helping. 

“I once had a guy say that I had sexy elbows.” You both laughed. Somehow the topic of the weirdest things someone had ever “complimented” you on.

“Elbows?!” Bobby laughed hysterically. “Why elbows?”

“He said that he ‘liked the way they looked when I was carrying things.’” You laughed.

“What?” 

“Yeah, and you wanna know what we were doing that day?” You bit you lip to contain yourself. 

Bobby shook his head. “Oh no.” “I was helping him move and he would pat my elbow anytime he walked past me.”

As the car pulled up to the hotel, Bobby’s jaw dropped as he let out an anguished laugh. “Oh my god that is awful.”

After catching your breaths, you thanked the driver and got your suitcase out. You followed him through the hotel, still talking and laughing the whole way up to the top floor of the hotel where you, Bobby, and the girls were staying. Was it favoritism that you were staying up top with them? Yes. Definitely. Your argument? The rest of the crew was hired by the label and you were employed under the group. 

This totally won’t cause potential drama amongst the crew. You hope. 

Bobby took you to drop your stuff off in your room, which was sandwiched between his and the girls, before taking you in front of the girls’ room. 

“Alright, you ready?” Bobby asked, lifting his hand and knocking on the door at your nod. 

Rumi opened the door with a smile “Hi Bobby! Is the-” She gasped, throwing the door open wider and pulling you both in. “Y/n, you’re the new audio tech?!”

“Rumi, did you just say-” You could hear Zoey gasp before running and nearly tackling you in a hug as she squealed. “I can’t believe you’re here! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” She pulled away, her hands now resting on your shoulders tightly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Slow down, Hummingbird.” You removed her hands, a little dizzy now. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“This is actually genius.” You heard Mira say, now standing around you guys with the others. “You’re going to be such an amazing help. You’re the new producer too, right?”

You nodded and Zoey squealed again. “Oh, this is so great!! We’re actually working on a song right now and we needed a little help with-” She rambled quickly before Rumi placed her hand on her shoulder.

“Let's let her rest first. She seems tired.” 

“Oh, yeah, right. Sorry Wild Card.” Zoey hugged you quickly again.

“Don’t worry about it, Hummingbird.”

You talked a little more, almost forgetting you didn’t eat till the girls brought it up. You all went to grab something quick to eat and separated after. It felt nice to shower after the long day. Your back still ached from sitting for such a long period of time. 

Dressing in your pajamas, you were about to go to sleep before something felt… off. You were away from home, of course it would feel different but that wasn’t the feeling. Instinctually, you reached out for your phone and were about to call Bobby when it hit you. You felt lonely. The past two weeks, you had been falling asleep on the phone with him a lot more. And by a lot, I mean every single night. 

Would it be weird to call him? Definitely. Could you… go next door? Now would that be weird. Maybe? Yes? You should just suck it up and go to bed. 

Or you could go to his room, hang out a bit more and then sneakily fall asleep and play it off like that. Yes. You were smart. No you weren’t, you’re just weird. You’d just have to suck it up tonight. Doesn't mean you can’t say goodnight in person though.

Sighing, you walked towards your door and when you opened it, Bobby was standing there, fist raised ready to knock on the door. He looked shocked and embarrassed as he quickly tried to explain himself.

“Oh, Y/n, I just- I wanted to- I wanted to come say goodnight and…” He blushed. “Sorry.” His voice was quiet as he looked down.

“I, uh, it's okay. I was actually going to come over and do the same.” A blush of your own appeared on your face as you rubbed the back of your neck. “I actually couldn’t sleep. I… got too used to sleeping on call with you.” Oh, you didn’t mean to say that. Okay, I guess we’re being honest now. Great job, Y/n.

Bobby let out a breath of relief. “I’m glad it wasn’t just me.” SCORE!!!!!

Swallowing your excitement, you opened the door wider. “Did you want to have a sleep over?” Very slow, choosing your words carefully. In your mind, saying “want to have a sleep over” and “want to sleep over” were very different. One was way more direct and… romantic like. And that's totally NOT what you were doing. 

“Oh, um, if that's okay with you!” Oh you want to eat him up. 

“Of course, Bobby.” You stepped out of his way and opened the door a little wider so that he could come in. The tension eased after a little while. You both sat on your bed, talking and laughing just like you did earlier. 

You didn’t even realize when you both laid down in the only bed in the room (obviously because it was just your room), got under the covers, and fell asleep. It was like it was natural.

You totally weren’t sleeping with your coworker (employer?) who was also your baby cousin's manager. And you totally didn’t end up in his arms in your sleep. 

Because you are normal and you don’t do things like this. Because you’re not falling for the sweetest guy you met only a month and a half ago. That is so not happening because that is way too fast. That would be crazy

Yeah, you’re normal.

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tags

@joyfulllittlething

@blackstar-gazer

@minkyungseokie

@wondertoad

shout out river ward from hit game cyberpunk 2077 for the dialogue inspiration. i love the idea that y/n and bobby yearn for each other, sleep next to each other, but never say their feelings for months even though everyone will think their together. wouldn't that be fun if thats like 70% of this fic. real talk, i hope i'm not rushing this aughhh

[bwoahtastic]

https://www.tumblr.com/bwoahtastic/787879774595022848/i-love-the-carcar-dynamic-in-a-lot-of-your-recent?source=share

Oscar gradually realising that Carlos is just a normal guy, and begins to enjoy their relationship. Finally he has a sweet man who likes to take care of him and finds all of his eccentricities endearing rather than weird. But then Carlos invites him home to meet his family and Oscar is like ohhhhhhhh, his family must be the thing about him that's fucked up, why didn't I think of that before!

He agrees to go with Carlos because he may be a tiny bit in love, but he's fully expecting the sainzes to be full on lunatics. They're rich and rich people are always weird, right. Maybe they keep people in their basement or hunt in laws for sport. Oscar is ready to fight for his life, he's even brought his good running shoes and a secret satellite phone just in case.

But no. The sainzes are completely normal. Carlos's dad is calm and welcoming, his mother is so kind, and his sisters are just excited that Carlitos finally brought a boy home. Oscar spends the entire evening waiting for the other shoe to drop, and later that night when everyone is asleep, Carlos catches Oscar searching their room for secret passageways or hidden cameras because seriously there must be something weird about the family. Carlos just finds it funny and it makes him fall even harder for Oscar.

Aksksksk pls my fav carcar trope is Oscar thinking there is something wrong with Carlos but if anyone is the freak its him lol!

Oscar being a little bamboozled that Carlos is just a normal guy and trying so hard to fins something wrong with him! And sure,Carlos has his quirks but he is a great boyfriend and Oscar finds himself liking even the quirks which is baffling! And at the same time, Carlos let's Osc be himself and even seems to like him for it too and Oscar is losing it trying to figure out what the catch is sksks

Carlos inviting Iscar to come to Spain and meet his family and he is adorably shy about it cos its a big deal ofc! But osc just figures its because Carlos's family must be batshit craaaazy and he is ready to fight for his life when they arrive at the house (more like villa,probably). Oscar dressed in work out clothes and running shoes just in case he has to flee but really all it does is make carlos stare at his butt in those leggings sksk. And absolutely screaming at the thought of Oscar bringing a satellite phone just in case he gets hunted for sport by these rich people LMAO

But Carlos's family is so nice??? Carlos Snr hugs him so warmly and even says he is impressed with Oscar's racing so far, and pls Carlos's mum being so excited too she is a little emotional!! And his sisters are all over Oscar cos Carlos finally brought a boy home and its the one they have been hoping for!!

Oscar still being suspicious, because its all just too perfect snd even Carlos's room is beautiful and cosy and Carlos is just so adorably sweet and happy having Osc here!

Carlos waking up to Oscar inspecting the ceiling and he is so confused when Oscar sleepily rambles about hidden cameras. But carlos isnt freaked out, no no, he knows who he is dating and he loves this skekdkw. Carlos just letting Oscar inspect as he wants and then calling him back to bed and look, how can Oscar say no to that when his shirtless boyfriend is looking so perfectly cuddly?

Carlos saying "you're weird, my love" vut he says it with so much admiration that Osc just goes "thank you, baby" all flustered skdksj

[kaontic]

I’m so flabbergasted at this point y’all it ain’t even funny.

(To me at least. You’re welcome to find it funny whether I can stop ya or not—)

Carly, it’s been 22 issues, and you STILL HAVE YOUR HAIR UP GURL HOW—?! 😭

(⬆️ Can’t shade for scrap if ya couldn’t tell ⬆️)

That doesn’t bother you???????

Like I can only keep my hair up for so long even when I don’t tie it so goddamn tight, so that it looks somewhat presentable at work—

Letting my hair down after several hours is one of the most relieving feelings~ 😮‍💨

*Shrugs* But idk, you guys. Maybe in her case it’s the constant adrenaline that’s distracting her from the strain.

Imao she is so over this guy same gurl same pfffffffft—

“Beautiful country”?

Where was you when this “beautiful country” on the West Coast started gettin’ attacked 6 months ago huh? 😂

🦗🦗🦗

That’s what I f*ckin’ thought, Sir. 🤡

Also—

How about expressin’ condolences for her dad instead of bein’ another cactus prick that we gotta rip outta our skins?

Davey ain’t no statistic, and neither’s Sparkplug so show some damn respect General Plot Drag Flagg.

(I know she’s had “development”, but I’m surprised that she didn’t go off on him for the way he was speaking about Davey [besides, um, Magnus getting tortured again. Did you notice that Carly or…? 🤨]. His death should still be a fresh wound for her imo even if she’s had 6 months to heal because, well, does it ever get any easier?

Maybe she’s gotten emotionally numb to/detached(?) from it all [tho I do admittedly find her dialogue a bit cause for side-eyin’, sometimes, like when she called the Autobots “nerds” before their final fight with Shockwave], which, Ik, it doesn’t sound any healthier than the female rage)

(God I hope Dr. Lio can get ‘em some therapy after this—)

Now go back to kissin’ Destro’s ass.

*Whispers* Oh. Carly. Btw, Cliff stopped bein’ obsessed with ya despite the fact that you’ve been pissed off at him longer than you’ve been cool with each other. ( ￣ﾉ∇￣)￣ｰ￣)

*Gets overheard* UM— O_O💧

W-WAIT. WHO SAID THAT?

I MISREAD BEFORE BUT, IT TURNED OUT TO BE TRUE?

HE DOESN’T WANNA GO BACK?

WhAt Is HaPpEnInG?! (」°ロ°)」

And notice how Elita didn’t assault Cliff for that. ☝️

Will she hit him later?

Uh. Maybe.

BUT—

Given that, all things considered, she’s pretty much kept her composure this entire story despite everything she’s fraggin’ dealt with (+ Opps’ recent incompetence that she doesn’t know about).

(⬆️ Apparently who some readers expect Elita to emulate lol ⬆️ )

I think Cliff will be okay.

(This better not age badly—)

Because ya know which p.o.j would beat the scrap outta him for what he did, if he were on their side? 😀

Megs. I’m gonna be as nice (and as annoying) as you look/are rn in this panel.

Please shut ur whiny bitch aft up.

(Cuz, to reiterate, we’re a little too similar rn for my liking)

M’kay? 🙂🙃

And i-it’s not even the deer (and I really don’t feel like looking up what a deer carcass would look like after 6 months realistically. I have my limits), it’s just you talking. Stop.

If you gotta keep the optics, then lose your voice box. That’s another interesting idea that we haven’t seen before.

(I will riot otherwise. Be warned)

“So, we just found out that he got abducted before he started grooming younglings to be his soldiers—”

You know what?

After spending more time in this fandom, I’ve come to realize that Idgaf if he was raised in a cage in the dark to be a gladiator’s beast to slay— ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(That actually sounds really cool for a fan continuity backstory— 📝👀 )

He doesn’t get enough hate when he’s written to be sympathetic, and not enough love when he’s written to not be lol.

IDW didn’t make me feel bad for him (I’ll give you one name: Impactor), TFP didn’t make me feel bad for him (“Oh, that was oppression. Goodbye!”) and TF One sure as hell didn’t make me feel bad for him (*Pins for a later post*)—

(And if you do find me feeling bad for him, then you know I’ve been ✨ deceived ✨ . Or it’s Shattered Glass. Or I’m being held at gunpoint again—)

I just love how unapologetically detestable they’re lettin’ him be for once and so far (and oh please, please, please let’s keep him that way).

“You still don’t know whether or not he has the same origin as G1—”

“😑”

Before Issue #13, I predicted (really for funsies as usual but still) that Megatron would eventually team up with Prime to fight the Quintessons (and, um, about that— *Looks at Void Rivals*), as well as Elita teaming up with Megatron as a possible unique direction for the writers to take them.

Issues #13 + #14 checked me so hard that I lost sleep over it lol wow.

Elita, you deserve an eternity of apologies, and more, because YIKES.

What was I thinking for those few astroseconds… 🥶

IS THAT ✨THE✨ SOLUS PRIME?!

IN THIS ECONOMY??????????????????? 😱😍

[boromirswife]

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002)

[russell-crowe]

angela reading rhod "adhd-haver" gilbert to filth on world's most dangerous roads

[janniks1nner]

cute guy winked at me while he was wearing a milan tracksuit........ i might self combust

[ohio-thestate]

I have an unending hatred for those microwave dinners like why are the bbq ones the only ones that taste like anything

"spaghetti and meatballs" oh you mean starch noodles with tomato water and flavorless pieces of meat?

[a-high-femme]

.

[joyridingmp3]

i was playing famous last words on the guitar and i had the mjsic video on tv so I could play along to it and it was getting to bridge bit which is really fun to play. and then my dad walks past and stands in front of the tv with his arms folded (in the typical dad pose) and he looks at gerard, then to me, and goes "ugly motherfucker..." and WALKS OFF

[e-adlirez]

Hey winions has anyone brought this up yet

If I'm hearing it right the Different Beast motif is a melodic reprise of Survive o o it's set to a lower key and is simplified/altered a little but it's basically the same melody

Here lemme prove it with some timestamps-- if you need help visualizing it, listen to the trombone (? tuba?) in Different Beast and sing "six hundred lives at stake" along with it. You'll have to start at the second note of the Different Beast motif, but you're gonna see it I think hopefully. It's especially obvious when the Different Beast motif is brought up in 600 Strike

Anyway I wound up picking up on this because I was in the weird situation where I listened to Troy and Cyclops saga last (before you come at me for that, I do know the story of the Odyssey from OSP's summary), so when I heard Survive's chorus I was like ":OOO WAIT THAT'S THE MOTIF DIFFERENT BEAST IS REPRISING"

Have fun with this now every time you hear the Different Beast motif come up haha

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[lordsardine]

[flufflecat]

it has been a long week here comes a tag rant