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Lovesick Mag (2024)

Back with a vengeance

Better Than Before Version

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Lovesick Mag (2019)

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I can’t tell you how much I crazy I am over this quote it makes me laugh forever 💯

This is Joe’s face when he found out Love found him ><

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a little help from your family (1/2)

PART OF neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons by the sea DRABBLE SERIES ↠ masterlist

- Lucy Gray Baird & Daughter!OC, endgame Lucy Gray Baird x Coriolanus Snow

Summary: 1.4k words - Tigris meets her niece.

a/n: adding a tags-list for all those that want to be updated when i update this drabble series! just comment below or send me an ask

tags-list: @cdragons

Coryo came back from District 12 triumphant but different. Tigris had expected him to come back with the Victor girl — with his Victor girl — but he only came back with an emptiness in his eyes, molding him into a man that was supposed to be long dead.

It sowed the seeds of fear in her, fear that she tried so hard to smother because that was her boy. That was her Coryo. The little cousin who clung to her so tightly during the nights when hunger pains would send them crying, the boy who’d sought out her comfort time and time again, who’d come to her first with every achievement. She’d once told him that he could be good, something she’d wholeheartedly believed at the time, but now… Now it’s less of a belief and more of a desperate hope.

Their penthouse grew brighter and more opulent. Their fridge was always stocked, sometimes obscenely so. Grandma’am glowed with happiness and Tigris tried her best to mimic the same. Oh for certain there were good times, still. The day Coryo surprised her with a sewing machine and a chest full of rich fabrics and materials, he’d been so giddy and proud, looking to her for approval. Tigris had given it to him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek. They had passed the time talking— well, it was mostly Tigris talking, ranting about the new designs she was going to be able to try out, flitting about the room and showing Coryo her sketches for him.

The moment had been cut short when an alarm rang, reminding Coryo of a meeting with Dr. Volumnia Gaul.

Moments like that were few and far in between. As Coryo grew more powerful, the distance between grew, the space in his life that provided him guidance occupied by someone else. Someone who had been able to help him more than Tigris could, despite her best efforts. Being displaced was such a sore feeling. Tigris hated Dr. Volumnia Gaul for pouring poison in Coryo’s ears, but she knew that Coryo had made a choice too.

Tigris drowned herself with work, using her creations as some sort of escape. She became proficient and famous enough to no longer work under Fabricia, likely thanks in part of Coryo’s influence who had been insistent that he only wore out clothes of her making. Tigris found a temporary joy in it, that was, until Coryo informed her that he found a spot for her as a designer in the upcoming 11th Hunger Games.

It made her sick. All the new "improvements" to the Games made her sick. The Capitol loved it, of course. As if the glitz and glamor can cover up the mountain of dead bodies and the smell of blood.

Her only consolation had been Mrs. Plinth, who she’d grown close to. She was sympathetic to the tributes, though highly cautious of expressing it. More so since her son had died, Tigris thought.

Her first tribute was a kind girl from District 4 who later went on to win, to Tigris’ guilty relief. On their first meeting, Mags Flanagan asked her about Lucy Gray Baird. Tigris nearly cried at that moment, feeling grateful that someone else besides her still remembered the songs and colors of the girl who changed her life.

Coryo’s constant brushing off of her questions regarding Lucy Gray had made Tigris fretful of the fate of the young woman, thinking that he might have done something to her. There must have been something that happened to turn the smitten boy with lovesick eyes into a hateful, unyielding man whenever Lucy Gray was mentioned.

“It was a lapse of judgment, Tigris. We realized we had diverging paths. I wanted to go back here in the Capitol and she—“ He turned away from her, but not before she got a glimpse of the strange look on his face. “She wanted to sing in the woods forever.”

It was not long after that that Tigris decided to move out of their penthouse and into the apartment above her own shop. She had felt guilty for doing so, leaving her Grandma’am in the primary care of Mrs. Plinth, but she made sure to visit often. Tigris hadn’t been sure if it was a good choice, but now…

“Is that you, Lucy Gray? Lucy Gray Baird?” Tigris asked before realizing the urgency of the situation. She didn’t wait for an answer, already ushering them in.

Lucy Gray smiled tiredly as Tigris led them into the waiting of her store. She immediately sat down, sighing as she shifted the bundle in her arms. Flaxen locks peeked from underneath the coat.

“Are— are you alright?” Lucy Gray looked no less beautiful than she had five years ago, last she’d seen her on the screen. She looked more mature now, though, sad and worried.

“Tigris I apologize for coming so suddenly. I know we don’t really know each other apart from whatever Coriolanus has said but I really, really don’t know where to go to.” she said in a rush, barely breathing between each word. “My daughter, my Annie, she’s sick and the doctor said she needed a heart transplant or else—“ Lucy Gray sobbed, a lone, heartbreaking sound. Tears streamed down her face.

“Lucy Gray breathe,” Tigris coaxed, hurriedly retrieving a piece of cloth from the scraps she had by her sewing machine. “I need you to breathe okay? I’m going to do my best to help you, but first I need you to breathe.”

Lucy Gray accepted the cloth, wiping her tears and composing herself. “I’m sorry again—“

“No need to apologize,” Tigris replied kindly, sitting across her visitors.

“I suppose introductions are in order,” Lucy Gray sniffed, sliding the hood of the coat of the bundle in her arms, kissing the child’s forehead before shifting them slightly so their face could be seen in the dim lighting. “This is my Annabel Rose Baird. She’s asleep now but she would love to meet you again when she’s awake.”

Tigris couldn’t hold back a gasp. “Oh, Coryo. What have you done?” Her mind ran wild with the possible reasons why Lucy Gray raised her daughter alone. "She looks a great deal like you."

"A great deal like him too," Lucy Gray responded. “Me and him, we weren’t planning on having Annie, it just kind of happened.

“See, we were supposed to go north to escape, to run away. He’d killed the mayor’s daughter, Mayfair, and another fella shot her boyfriend, Billy Taupe. The Peacekeepers were wantin’ to hunt down the culprits and the guns used. I was a major suspect since Mayfair hated me and Billy Taupe was my ex. I said I needed to go, he said he’d come with.

“While we were on the way, he told me he killed three people but I’d only known two of them. And he wouldn’t tell me the truth. I— I think it might have been Sejanus. Plinth. The other boy who’d been in the Peacekeepers with him? They played a recording when he was executed and he kept calling out for Coriolanus and his Ma when they hung him.” Lucy Gray shivered. “The mockingjays kept echoing his cries. It’s still in my nightmares even now.”

A small part of Tigris had suspected it, but to hear Lucy Gray’s confirmation was chilling. She felt so undeserving of the generosity of the Plinth’s.

“I wanted to tell him about Annie, I really did. For a moment, I entertained this fantasy of having a complete family, of my daughter never wanting for a missing presence in her life but, well, at that point I didn’t trust Coriolanus with anything. So I ran. Next I’d heard was him shoutin’ in the forest about me tryin’ to kill him. He started firing when he heard the mockingjays repeat my song.”

Tigris felt a bit sick at the onslaught of information. There was the difference between speculation and fact. “I’m sorry, Lucy Gray. I’m sorry that you had to do this alone.”

Lucy Gray looked at her daughter — Tigris’ niece, dear god — with so much love that it made her heart hurt. “It was fine. I wouldn’t have traded her for anything,” she said. “This isn’t the farthest I would go just to see her be alright.”

A tear slipped down Tigris’ cheek. “Tell me, Lucy Gray,” she said with as much sincerity as she could. “What do we have to do?”

[turquoisephoenix]

Um, hi. I apologize for barging in about this, but…

I saw your posts about the roleswap AU with Mags and Krankcase, and I absolutely fell in love with it. My brain immediately kicked into overdrive about it, and I was wondering… does anyone else swap besides those two?

I feel like if so, Wolfgang and Krypt King would switch roles (ie. Wolfgang is a Trap Team member and Krypt King is a Doom Raider) and so would Gulper and Snap Shot (same thing).

Long story short, I have the compilation of “Wolfgang swearing while replacing broken strings on his Traptanium Harp”, “Gulper being a lovable doofus”, “Krypt King being Golden Queen’s lovesick butler”, and “feral Snap Shot getting his head stuck in something” rotating in my head now, nonstop.

Help.

Ah yes, these two! It's been a while since I poked around with their AU.

I actually had two versions of this AU, actually!

FIRST VERSION OF THE ROLESWAP AU - literally only Dr. Krankcase and Mags get swapped, Mags becomes a Doom Raider and the Doom Raiders either have two Undead members or Mags is a Tech type when she's got mechanical spider legs. Dr. Krankcase becomes a lovable dork at the Academy.

SECOND VERSION OF THE ROLESWAP AU - It was multiple characters being swapped and may or may not be similar to the Mirrorverse, but all I figured out was Master Eon swaps with Kaos, Kaossandra swaps with Aurora (basically implying that Kaos' mom joins in for the last sequel), Count Moneybone swaps with Fiesta, and Hex swaps with Malefor (Malefor would be a lot smaller and more Skylander shaped, while Hex is a horrible eldritch abomination witch).

I love your ideas though. Golden Queen doesn't get swapped either way because it's really hard to beat a golden queen living in some desert ruins.

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 46

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count:

Chapter 45 | Masterlist

The next day we were waiting on Jameson to get in. My parents would be in later, but Laura was excited to see Jameson since he went on tour with mom. JJ was on the floor, sitting up all on his own as I laid in the floor next to him. Sadie rounded the couch, backing up slightly at the sight of JJ. He seemed to make her nervous. She barked at him, making him giggle. “You think she’s funny?” She pounced at him, backing up immediately as he reached out for her. “Easy.” Rooster sat behind Sadie, stopping her from running away, but she just crawled into his lap. She continued to bark at JJ who just giggled. Laura had her phone out, filming everything with a smile. Suddenly JJ threw himself forward, landing on his hands and knees. “Oh my god. Is he gonna crawl?” We all watched intensely as JJ rocked back and forth a few times before slowly crawling towards Rooster and Sadie. “C’mon buddy!” Rooster encouraged. When JJ got close, he reached out to touch Sadie who lunged forward, nipping at JJ’s hand with a growl. Before Rooster could correct her Dahlia jumped up, nipping Sadie’s leg and standing between her and JJ. “Okay. That’s enough.” I stood, lifting JJ from the floor. “Don’t ever do that again.” Rooster said as he lifted Sadie to eye level.

“Dahlia already got her. I think we just need to keep them separated. JJ obviously makes her nervous, so for everyone’s safety, we’re just gonna keep them apart.” I felt a little bad. I should’ve kept JJ away from Sadie anyway. “We live and learn Caila. She didn’t bite him, so we’re all good.” I sighed, sitting next to her. “I still feel bad about it.” She turned JJ to me. “But auntie Mags! You saw me crawl for the first time!” She said in a high pitched voice. JJ just smiled at me, shoving his fingers in his mouth. I laughed, tickling his belly, making him giggle. “God that is the cutest sound!” I squealed, taking him in my arms and laying him on my thighs, tickling him more. “I could literally squeeze you till you pop.” I said as my hair hung around his face and he laughed. I finally sat up, propping up my knees so he was sitting up. I looked over to see Rooster smiling at me with a dopey look on his face. “What?” He just smiled at me, propping his head on his fist. “Nothing.”

Laura just hummed, smirking at Rooster. “Jameson looked at me the same way before we had JJ. If I was holding a baby, he looked like a lovesick fool.” I grinned, looking from Laura to Rooster. “So what? You like seeing me with babies?” I teased and he nodded. “You have no idea.” It was sweet, the way he looked at me. I knew it, he knew it, Laura knew it. I can’t wait for the wedding , because then we can go back to trying. “If it makes you feel any better, seeing you with babies makes me feel like my ovaries are gonna explode.” He smirked, standing from his spot and coming over to take JJ from me. “Why do you think I do it?” He kissed JJ's cheeks, making him giggle before holding him up and making airplane noises as he ‘flew’ him into the kitchen. “Oh. He’s cruel.” Laura said as she laughed. “Don’t I know it.”

We lounged around for a while waiting on Jameson to get here. Laura was excited to see him, but truthfully, I hope they don’t stay too long. My head was starting to hurt. I took some Tylenol for it, hoping I could get rid of it before it turned into a migraine. When Jameson finally arrived around lunch time, JJ was screaming in excitement as he picked him up. The noise made my head pound so I squeezed my eyes shut. “Hey man.” Rooster said as Jameson pulled him into a hug. “You know, I’m so glad it's you marrying my sister.” I turned and glared at him, expecting a remark about Aaron. But he just chuckled, smirking at me. “You’re about the only one that can handle her.” He said as he squeezed Rooster’s shoulders. “Oh please.” I huffed as he walked behind the couch, standing behind me. “You’re just mad I could kick your ass when I got older.” I said as I smacked his stomach, teasing him. What I didn’t expect was the harsh smack to the back of my head. His palm connected with it, making my neck snap forward. I immediately grabbed the back of my head, leaning down till my forehead rested on my knees. “Oh my god. Caila, I did not mean to hit you that hard.” He gasped, handing JJ off as he sat on one side of me, Rooster on the other. My head immediately started pounding harder, and I took deep breaths in hope that would help. Rooster's fingers tangled in my hair, rubbing my scalp and easing the pain.

I sat up, turning to Jameson, reeling my fist back and punching him in the chest. All the breath left his lungs and I felt a little bad. “I have chronic migraines, jackass! Why would you do that?” “I deserved that.” He wheeled, almost sounding like Popeye. “Okay, let’s not hit each other anymore.” Laura said as she came over, rubbing Jameson’s back. Once Jameson caught his breath, he sat back on the couch, taking JJ into his arms. “Well, why don’t we go out for lunch?” Laura nodded enthusiastically and before I could speak up Rooster stood, nodding enthusiastically. “Sounds great, there’s this great seafood place downtown, it’s on the beach and everything.” Everyone enthusiastically agreed, getting up to get ready. I stood, following Rooster upstairs and into our room. He had on jeans and a signature Hawaiian shirt while I only had on black leggings and one of his Phillies shirts. He slid on his usual sneakers, and I grabbed my chaco’s from the closet. “You okay, honey?” He asked as he came over, bending down and strapping my shoes onto my feet. I nodded as he sat up, kissing my forehead. “Yeah, just got a bit of a headache.” He gave me a small smile. “Want to stay home?” Yes. But he was so excited to go out, so I said no. “I’m hungry anyway. I’ll just take some Tylenol before we go.” He nodded, grabbing my purse and handing it to me before we made our way downstairs. I grabbed some Tylenol before walking out to the Bronco with Bradley. Jameson followed behind us in his rental truck as we drove along the coast, arriving at the restaurant sooner than expected. Lunch was so good, but it was loud in the restaurant and by the time we paid the bill, my head was throbbing all the way down into my neck.

“We’re gonna go check into the hotel, we’ll be by to pick up Laura’s stuff later.” Jameson said as he got into his truck. “Sounds good.” I said as I slid my sunglasses over my eyes, blocking out the light. They drove off and Rooster turned to me. “Come on, pretty girl.” I was caught off guard when he swooped me up into his arms. “What are you doing, Roo?” I asked quietly as I laid my head on his shoulder. “Carrying you to the car, honey. You don’t feel good. So we’re going to go home, close the curtains, take your prescription, and get you in bed.” I sighed as my nose brushed against his neck, his cologne wafting into my senses. “You’re the man of my dreams, you know that?” He chuckled as I reached out and opened the door. “I would hope so. You are marrying me.” I grinned at him. “And I can’t wait.” I said as I kissed him sweetly before he put me in the passenger seat. The car ride home was fine until about halfway, when the nausea kicked in. I leaned my head on the window, covering my mouth as I did so. “You okay?” Rooster asked, concern lacing his voice. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” I closed my eyes, hoping it would pass. “You want me to pull over?” I sat there for a moment when suddenly saliva flooded my mouth and I nodded. Rooster yanked the bronco over on the side of the road, allowing me to jump out, falling to my knees in the sand and puking up everything in my system. I heard another door open and suddenly Rooster was next to me, puking himself. Once I finished, I managed to stand, placing my hand on his back as he finished himself. “Are you okay, honey?” I asked as I closed my eyes, blocking them from the sun. “Yeah. The sound of people puking, just makes me-“ He retched again, and I just rubbed his back more.

Once he was done, he stood. “We are going home. Taking a shower. Then we’re taking a goddamn nap.” Rooster said as he looked down at me. I just nodded as he walked me back to the car, opening my door and buckling me in before he drove us home. Once we were home, we did exactly as he said, except we added brushing our teeth before he drew the curtains, he gave me my medication, and we curled up against each other in bed. “I’m sorry for making you puke.” I said as my head rested on his chest. “It wasn’t really you that made me puke. It was just the sound.” A small smile tugged on my lips. “So, I made you puke.” He sighed, his hand running up and down my spine. “Okay yes. Technically, you did.” I giggled lightly, not wanting to jostle myself too much, and wrapped my arms around him. “You’re amazing, you know that?” I managed to look up at him, seeing his brows furrowed. “I just told you, that you made me puke and you call me amazing?” I giggled, my fingers splaying across his chest. “Because you took care of me.” He pressed a kiss to my wet hair as he pulled me closer. “That’s all I want to do, just take care of you.” I smiled as his fingers made their way into my hair, rubbing my scalp. “Get some sleep, Mags.” I hummed, slowly drifting off to sleep as I clung to him.

I heard the bedroom door opening before it was quickly closed again. Footsteps moved closer and I thought it was Bradley, but then a familiar, warm scent invaded my nostrils. “Mama?” My eyes were still closed, head still pounding as I laid in the bed. “Hi sweetie.” She whispered, her fingers running through my hair. I moaned in content, the feeling easing the throbbing in my head. “Bradley said you had a migraine.” I just barely nodded, reaching behind me and feeling Rooster’s side of the bed empty. “He’s downstairs with your dad. Do you need anything?” I nodded. “Water and more medicine.” She hummed before standing up and walking out. A few minutes later she came back, and I took the pill and drank the water. “Rooster said you took some medicine earlier?” I nodded. “Still got it.” I slurred. “Okay, well get some rest. We’ll all be back at around nine in the morning to get ready to go dress shopping.” I nodded and she kissed my head before walking out. I drifted back off until Rooster came back a little while later, crawling into the bed behind me. “Feeling any better, pretty girl?” I hummed. “Just a little.” He kissed the back of my head. “Turn over.” I did as he said, his fingers weaving into my hair again and he massaged my head some more. A moan slipped my lips, and he chuckled. “I hope I don’t have it tomorrow. I have to find a dress.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you don’t. And that includes this.” He gently rolled me onto my back before leaning down and kissing me gently. I smiled as he kissed my cheek, down to my neck, soon his lips made their way down my chest, and along my sternum. A small moan slipped my lips as he grabbed my hips. “Honey, I love you but I’m not really up for sex.” He chuckled as he kissed the top of my stomach before his tongue ran over my naval. “Don’t worry, honey. This is all about you.”

He maneuvered my underwear down my legs and tossed them to the floor before he yanked the covers over his head. My chest was heaving as he spread my legs, his lips placing kisses along my inner thighs. “Rooster. You don’t have to-“ A whine escaped me as his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking harshly on it. “No, but I really… really want to.” He ran his tongue up my slit, flattening it against my clit. Rooster buried his face in my pussy. I threw my head back as I moaned, his tongue working against me and inside me. I felt so good, I could hardly feel the throbbing in my head anymore. “Oh god. Rooster, honey. Just like that.” My hands trailed down my torso, before I tangled my fingers in his hair. “That’s it, pretty girl.” He wrapped his arms around my thighs, keeping me from scooting away from him. Pressure was building in my belly, making me writhe beneath him. “Oh fuck, Roo! Don’t stop!” I begged as he worked me over more until finally my legs were shaking in his hands. A high-pitched moan escaped my lips as my orgasm washed over me, my back arching off the bed. He sat up, peering at me from under the covers with a smirk. “Feel better?” When he asked, I took notice to the throbbing in my head. It wasn’t as bad as before, but it still hurt. “A little.” He smirked, crawling up my body till he was leaning over me. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it go away, sweet girl.” He leaned down, kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips, moaning as I did. “You still helped.” He smiled, resting his forehead on mine. “I love you, Mags.” I gave him a soft smile as he rolled onto his side of the bed. “I love you too, Roo.” He got up, brushing his teeth and bringing me a wet rag to clean up before we fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

The next morning, I slipped into a white sundress and did my makeup as I waited for everyone to show up. The doorbell went off as I applied my eyeliner and soon footsteps thundered up the stairs. I turned just as mom came into the bathroom. “Oh good! You’ve already curled your hair!” I nodded as she stepped behind me, stealing a bobby pin out of the pile on the counter. “Squat down a little?” I bent my knees so my mom could pin up my curls in a messy updo. “Oh! I can’t believe we’re going dress shopping!” She squealed as she pinned the last curl up on my head. It wasn’t perfect but it was messy and cute and somewhat resembled what my hair would look like on my wedding day. “I know! I’m so excited!” Once she was done, I slid my feet into some wedges and grabbed my purse as I heard more people filing into the house. I grabbed the small box on the dresser that held Carol’s veil, neatly folded and wrapped up, and turned to mom. “Did you bring it?” Mom nodded, excitement showing on her face as she led me downstairs. “Hey y’all!” I squealed, pulling Rebecca into a hug. “Oh my god! I am so excited!” She said as she grabbed my hands. I nodded as mom walked over with the box she brought. Rebecca and Laura gathered around, peering into the box as she opened it, revealing the tiara mom wore for her wedding. It was silver with small diamonds adorning it and I obsessed over it as a little girl. “Oh god, mama! It’s beautiful!” She smiled at me, a few tears in her eyes. “What’s beautiful?” Bradley’s voice came from behind me, and mom slammed the box closed. “Nothing.” I said when I turned to face him. He was in a pair of navy pants, with a white polo that had little black spots in it with a few salmon colored ones sprinkled in. “Oh? So, I can’t see it?” I shook my head, tossing my arms around his shoulders. “No. You can’t see anything that I’m wearing on the day of our wedding.”

He smiled at me, leaning down and giving me a peck on the lips. “Where are you going dressed all nice?” I asked, stepping back and looking at him some more. “Golfing.” Dad said as he tossed his arm around his shoulder. I raised a brow in surprise. “Golfing? Since when do you golf, daddy?” He chuckled. “Since Thomas took me after Thanksgiving. Been playing since.” I chuckled as I tugged on Rooster’s sleeve. “Ya know, I love the Hawaiian shirts. But I really like this too.” He chuckled, pulling me into his side as Dad walked over to join my mom. “You look absolutely beautiful.” I smiled up at him. “Thank you, and you look really handsome.” He smiled, kissing my forehead as the doorbell rang, making the dogs bark. “I got it!” I yelled, rushing over to the door. I opened it to see Phoenix and Hangman. “Hey!” I pulled Phoenix into a hug as Jake made a beeline for JJ who was in Jameson’s arms. “Are you excited?” I nodded. “You have no idea.” She came in just as everyone else arrived. “Lord! Did the entire team take the day off?” I exclaimed as Fanboy, Bob, Halo and Coyote walked up to the door. “Rooster said we were all going golfing and that he needed to talk to us. So, Mav gave us the day off.” Coyote said as he pulled me into a hug. I turned and saw Becca talking to Hangman and I snatched Bob’s arm as he walked by. “Be cool.” I whispered to him as I locked my elbow around his “What?” He asked as I pulled him with me over to Becca. “No. Caila!” He whisper shouted, but went quiet as we got closer. “Becca.” I sang as we got closer. She turned, her eyes going wide when she spotted Bob. “Becca. This is Robert Floyd, but we all call him Bob.” If I didn’t know any better, I’d say no one else existed in this room besides them.

“Hi… I’m Rebecca Parker.” She sounded like she was drifting in the clouds somewhere. I quickly dropped his elbow, rushing over to Rooster. “Did you just make them fall in love?” He whispered as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I scoffed, shaking my head. “No…” But now that I looked at it, they seemed to be lost in each other. All the chatter made me realize that everyone was here. “Okay! While I have everyone here, can I get all the girls on the couch?” I grabbed the boxes that had the bridesmaid gifts in them. “Help me hand these out?” I held onto one while Rooster handed out the other four to Rita, Halo, Rebecca and Laura. “Go ahead, open them.” I said as Rooster came over, tossing his arm around my shoulders. The girls ripped the boxes open as they sat together. “Oh my god!” Laura said as she held up the navy silk robe. “Turn it around.” She did and grinned. “I love that it has my name across the back!” She stood, rushing over and pulling me into a hug. “Did you look any deeper in it?” She rushed back as everyone else finally got into theirs. She pulled out a pair of simple gold dangly earrings and a gold and diamond bracelet. They were all gushing over them, pulling out the simple card that said, ‘Will you be my bridesmaid?’ I got various answers of yes, mostly squeals as they rushed over to hug me. Once they let go, I spotted Phoenix sitting on the couch, playing with the hem of her lavender dress. I walked over, still clutching the last box. “Did you think I forgot you?” I asked as I sat next to her. She grinned as I handed her the box and she opened it. Pulling out her robe that said ‘Natasha’ across the back. She got matching earrings and bracelet, but she also had a champagne hair piece in hers. “I was wondering if you would be my maid of honor?” She gave me a teary smile as she pulled me into a hug. “I’d be honored.”

Hangman started clapping obnoxiously which turned into Jameson joining and Rooster after him. Soon everyone was and I held my hands up. “Okay! First appointment is in half an hour, let’s get rolling!” Everyone agreed and we all made our way outside. Rooster locked the door before taking me into his arms. “I love you.” I smiled at him. “I love you too, honey.” He grinned, kissing me softly. “Have a good day, find the dress of your dreams and I will sit here impatiently waiting to see it in December.” I giggled as he buried his face in my neck, his mustache tickling me. Soon he pulled away, grabbing my hand and walking me over to the SUV my dad rented. All of us girls were taking that while Jameson, Rooster, JJ and dad took the Bronco. “And you have a fun day playing golf with the boys and we will meet you at the restaurant for dinner tonight.” He pouted. “A whole day without you? I don’t think I’ll make it.” He kissed me softly as we heard a sound of disgust from the car next to me. “You two are gross. Let her go Rooster or else she won’t have a dress for your wedding.” Halo remarked. I giggled as Rooster opened the passenger side door, helping me into the seat and buckling me in. “I love you, pretty girl.” I grabbed his collar, pulling him into a kiss. “I love you too, Roo.” With that I let him go and closed the door as mom cranked the car up. Rooster smiled at me before walking towards the back of the car. “OW! I’LL KILL YOU BRADSHAW!” Halo screamed as he ran off. Everyone in the backseat was laughing and mom and I turned around. “What’d he do?” I asked as she rubbed the center of her forehead. “That fucker flicked me!” I laughed loudly as Halo scrunched her brows together, rubbing the creases in her skin.

The ride to the first bridal shop was short, which was good because I was nervous and excited all at once. Once we walked in, the nerves disappeared, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with excitement. “Oh my god!” Mom rushed over to a rack, holding up a dress with a bejeweled bodice. “Caila! Look at this one!” I giggled a little at her excitement. “Come back over here mom.” She admired the dress for another minute before joining us as a blonde woman approached. “Hi! I’m Cindy.” She was cheery which made me even more excited. “Hi! I have an appointment this morning.” She looked went to her computer, typing along the keyboard. “What’s the last name?” I opened my mouth, going to say my last name but remembered. “I scheduled it under Bradshaw.” She nodded when she found it. “I got you right here. Now is Bradshaw your name or your fiancé’s name?” A blush crept up my neck. “My fiancé’s name.” She nodded. “And what’s your name?” “Caila Motley.” She nodded again, coming out from behind the counter. “Great. I only ask because we refer to you by your maiden name while you’re here. Now, what kind of dress are you looking for?” She asked as she tucked a clipboard into her chest. “I want a ball gown. That’s the only thing I’m sure of. I’m willing to try sleeves, sleeveless, strapless. Open back, bare back, cross back. I will try it all as long as it’s a ball gown.” She nodded. “Awesome and when is your wedding?”

“December 31st. Here in San Diego.” She nodded, writing it all down. “Alright, follow me!” Mom grabbed my arm, holding it as we followed her. “Are you excited?” I nodded. “Very.” Cindy led us to a semiprivate area for everyone to sit. “Champagne?” We all couldn’t say yes fast enough, and she smiled, and grabbed the bottle and glasses from a cart nearby. “Now, what’s your budget?” She asked as she poured our glasses. “Three thousand dollars!” Mom yelled and I looked at her wide eyed. “It’s not an auction, Regina.” Laura said and mom stuck her tongue out at her. “Three-thousand dollars is her budget and I’m mom, so I’m paying.” She said as she smirked, almost smug that she was paying. Cindy nodded and laughed. “Alright! Well, here is your champagne, and if the bride will follow me, we will get started.” I nodded as she handed me a glass and I followed her to the door against the far wall. Once inside I admired the simple yet elegant room. “If you will get undressed for me, I will go and get you a few dresses to start.” I nodded and she walked out. I took my dress and shoes off, waiting on her to come back.

“Okay! I got you three to start!” Cindy said as she came back into the room. I smiled, clapping my hands excitedly as she hung them up. “Let’s start with this one first.” She pulled out a very sparkly dress and as I slid it on, it was big, and the straps crossed on my back. I didn’t hate it, but I wasn’t crazy about the sparkles. She opened the door, and I held the dress up as I walked out and towards the small platform that was placed in front of the triple mirrors. There were gasps and oohs and ah’s. “The dress is gorgeous, but it doesn’t quite seem like something you’d wear.” Mom said and everyone agreed. “Yeah, you want something extravagant but not flashy.” Rita pointed it out and I agreed. That’s how the rest of the day went. Trying on beautiful dresses, but none of them were it. I pouted as we sat down for lunch, scrolling through dresses on my phone. “Am I being too picky?” I asked, scrolling past a cream-colored dress. “No!” All their voices at once startled me. I jumped in my seat, looking at all of them. “You never compromise for your wedding. If you do, you may not enjoy it as much as you hoped you would.” Laura said, giving me a small smile. “I didn’t compromise anything for mine, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” Mom nodded. “I did, and I hate that I did.” I raised a brow at her. “Your mamaw pushed and pushed for us to have a church wedding, and I wish we didn’t do it.” With that our food arrived and we all ate before heading to my next appointment.

“So what are you looking for?” Michelle, my stylist asked as we walked down the lines of dresses. “I want a ball gown. I want white, no cream, eggshell, ivory. I want pure white.” She nodded. “Anything else?” I nodded. “Nothing super sparkly. I want extravagant, not flashy. Um, off the shoulder straps, maybe lace.” She nodded motioning for us to sit down on the large couch. “I will have another person get you some champagne while I go get a few dresses to start with.” We nodded and we all squeezed onto the couch. “I hope I find a dress today. This is so stressful.” Mom rubbed my back and gave me a small smile. “Even if you don’t find one today, we can look some more on Friday.” I huffed. “Rooster and I are finally doing our engagement pictures on Friday, then he has some special date planned.” She smiled at me. “We will find you a dress, sweetie. It may just take time.” With that, a girl handed us glasses of champagne and Michelle came back, dresses in her arms. “Ready?” I nodded, setting my glass down and following her into the dressing room. “Okay, let’s get you undressed, and we’ll start.”

I tried on multiple dresses but none of them were quite right. Michelle went to see if there was anything else while I stood on the platform, a wedding dress on that I didn’t really like. A few tears welled in my eyes, and I took a deep breath trying to fight them off. “Hey.” Mom said as she walked in front of me. “It’ll be okay. Don’t let yourself get upset over this.” I shook my head. “I’m just stressed. They say you’re supposed to have your dress eight to ten months before your wedding, and we only have eight months till the wedding.” She ran her thumbs under my eyes, clearing them of tears. “You don’t have to adhere to anyone else’s schedule. If you find a dress two months before your wedding, then you find it two months before your wedding. As long as you love it and feel beautiful in it, that’s all that matters.” Michelle walked over with a small smile. “I found one last one for you.” I took a deep breath, gathering my skirt in my hands and following her back to the dressing room. She helped me out of my current dress before unzipping the dress bag for the new one. I could immediately see a lace bodice, and some sparkle. It was very subtle, but I grimaced at it. She pulled the dress out and pulled it up my body before lacing the corset and pulling it flush against my body. I stared at it and something warm settled in my chest, a smile growing on my face. “I think we like this one.” Michelle said and I nodded. The skirt was big and full, making me feel like a princess. The lace covered the bodice and slowly dissipated as it went down the skirt. Michelle opened the door, and I stepped out, immediately being met with gasps.

I smiled as I stepped up on the platform and Michelle pulled the train out as I adjusted the front of it. “This one is gorgeous.” Phoenix said as she walked around me, looking at all the details. “Damn. Could your boobs look any better?” Rebecca asked, making me giggle. The sweetheart neckline showed my breasts off and held them up, taking the strain off my back. “I like this one, a lot.” I said and Michelle nodded. “Do you want to try it with a veil?” I nodded and turned to mom. She grabbed the box with her tiara and Rebecca grabbed the box with Carol’s veil. Mom situated the veil on my head, and they got the veil attached. Michelle straightened the veil out and once I could see the entire outfit put together; it was like the breath was knocked from my lungs. I stared at myself in the mirror for what felt like hours, just taking in every little detail of the dress. “Caila.” I turned to Halo who had picked up part of the dress and the veil. “The lace is almost identical.” She was right. The lace on the dress and the lace on the veil had very few differences, and unless you looked closely, you’d never be able to tell they weren’t the exact same. She let them both go, and I looked in the mirror again. “This is it.” I said, running my hands along the skirt. Mom grinned at me in the mirror, coming up and resting her chin on my shoulder. “This is the dress you want?” I nodded, smiling at her in the mirror. “Yeah. This is it. This is the dress I’m getting married in.” She kissed my cheek before stepping back. “Let me get a picture realquick.” I groaned, covering my face. “Mom!”

“Move your hands and turn around here.” I groaned but did it anyway, placing my hands on my hips with a smile. She took the picture, and I took another moment to admire myself. “You really like it, don’t you?” Phoenix asked and I nodded. “I was iffy about it at first, but now that I’m standing here in front of these mirrors with the tiara and veil. I realized I love it, and I couldn’t see myself getting married in any other dress.” Michelle came over, helping me down from the platform. “Alright, let’s get you back into your clothes and then we’ll be done.” We got the tiara and veil off me and packaged them back up before Michelle helped me get out of the dress. She left with the dress, and I got back into my clothes before grabbing my purse and walking out. “Where’s mom?” I asked when I noticed she was gone. “Paying for your dress.” Laura said as she hiked her purse up on her shoulder. I nodded and we walked towards the front where mom was. She finished and I was handed the dress. “Where are you gonna keep it? Bradley seems a little nosey.” Becca asked as I carefully hung up the dress in the back, laying it out gently so it wasn’t squished. “A secret location.” I said and she raised a brow. “Mav and Penny’s. He won’t let Bradley anywhere near it.”

They all laughed as we got back into the car. “Well, we have a few hours before we’re meeting the guys for dinner. What should we do?” Mom asked as she started the SUV and cranked the air on high. “I have a few ideas.” I said with a smirk. Five hours later, we were rolling up to the seaside restaurant, seeing all the guys already there. I smiled as I got out of the car, seeing Bradley leaning up against the bronco talking to everyone. I sauntered over, the small crowd dispersing as I got closer. “What the hell happened to you?” He asked, wide eyed. “Mm, just a wax and a spray tan.” I said as I tossed my arms over his shoulders. “Spray tan?” I nodded. “For our engagement pictures.” He nodded. “Honey, I love you but I’m gonna be honest. You look like you took a swim in a pool full of chocolate and it stained your skin.” I laughed. “It’s setting. By the time we get home tonight I will shower, and I won’t be this dark.” He let out a breath that he was holding. “Thank god.” I raised a brow at him. “Do I really look that bad?” I asked, taking a step back from him. He immediately reached for me, his arms going around my waist, pulling me close. “Not bad. Just a little ridiculous. But you did say it’ll lighten up, so I’m sure you you’ll look beautiful.” I hummed as he leaned down to kiss me.

“Do you have tan lines?” He asked when he pulled away slightly. “Not a one.” He smirked, kissing me again. “God you two are sickening. Our table is ready.” Hangman said as he waved the buzzer around. We pulled apart just as a familiar car pulled in. “So, did you find a dress?” I nodded as Mav and Penny walked over, Amelia in tow. “I sure did.” I said as we hugged everyone. “And where is it?” I looked to Penny and Rooster groaned. “Don’t worry. My guard dog is on it.” I said as I patted his chest. “Guard dog?” I nodded. “I’ll break your fingers if you go near that dress.” Amelia said as she walked between us to go inside. Rooster’s eyes were wide, and I laughed at his befuddled look. “Amelia?” I nodded. “I took it over there and she said she’d guard it with her life, so I took her up on her offer.” Mav and Penny made their way inside, Rooster and I trailing behind. A yelp escaped my lips as Rooster stopped and pulled me back. “Wait. Did you say that you got a wax?” I nodded as he stared at me. “I’ve only ever seen you shave. So, what did you wax?” I smirked at him and after a second his eyes wandered down my body. “You’ll find out when we get home.” He groaned. My hand subtly brushed his growing erection as I walked away, knowing it would rile him up for tonight. If I kept this up, we probably wouldn’t make it through the front door. Finally, we arrived at the table, sitting in the center, surrounded by everyone. It was nice having friends and family around. It was almost peaceful.

I rested my head on his shoulder as I held his hand in my lap, just listening to everyone talk. “Oh, your dad and I got you a gift.” Mom said as she reached down next to her chair. “Oh, mama. You didn’t have to get us anything.” She just shook her head, setting a white and gold wrapped box on the table. “You can use it for years. You can document everything for your wedding, and even when you have kids.” Rooster reached for the box, pulling it close. We each took an end, yanking on the paper until we got it off. “It’s a video camera.” Mom nodded excitedly. “You can video all these parts of your lives. We did a lot of home videos when you were kids, and I know that your parents did too, Bradley.” He nodded. “It’s one of the best things we did as a family, and we just thought that y’all would love to do it too.” I looked at the box and looked at Bradley. “Y’all will make so many memories with it.” I nodded as Bradley, and I shared a look. One that said not all those memories were going to be family friendly.

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Taglist: @mak-32 @rosiahills22 @dhwanishah09

[nolanhollogay]

giving them a piggy-back ride

mags pov bcuz i love her <3 takes place at the bonfire in s2e5 & mags has officially gone full pogue <3

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Magdalena wasn't sure what to do with herself. She'd never been to a party without one of her Kook friends by her side. There was no Kelce or Topper to hide behind, and Manny had disappeared into the crowd thirty minutes ago. Sarah was with Topper which stung like a knife to the back, even though it wasn't her betrayal to feel.

She was wandering around aimlessly, fruitlessly searching for anyone she knew when she heard, "Lena? ¿Qué pasa?"

She turned to her right and Edgar was on the ground, staring up at her. If she didn't know him, she would've thought he was drunk.

"Why are you on the ground, Eddie?" she asked, walking over to him.

He hummed, patting the grind beside him, inviting her to sit. "Me duelen las piernas."

"You know I'm not fluent," she reminded, sitting next to him and throwing her legs over his stomach, and he grabbed her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

"My legs hurt," he said. "And Manny was supposed to bring me a soda fifteen minutes ago but he hasn't come back, so I just laid down here."

She laughed. "You know him. They probably got distracted."

He nodded, an amused smile on his lips. Beginning to play with her rings, he asked, "D'you know where JJ is? Or Pope?"

She shook her head.

He groaned. "I wanna make one of them carry me."

Laughing again, she peeled her hand away from his to grab her phone. "I'll send a SOS text to the group chat."

"I love you," he said, completely serious.

To: Fish Tank

can someone pls come carry edgar back into the party? i would but I'm too small

From: JJ

where r u

From: Nova

lmao you texted back in less than 30 secs

To: Fish Tank

on the edge of the crowd, near a disgusting looking couch

From: John B

don't disrespect the make out couch

From: JJ

omw to y'all

Magdalena turned back to Edgar, who was starting to doze off. "Your boyfriend is coming."

"Yay," he said, through a yawn, "I love my boyfriend."

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Five minutes later, JJ appeared out of thin air, holding a red solo cup and an unopened can of root beer.

He looked down at them, with Magdalena's legs still on Edgar's torso and Edgar falling asleep in the grass. "You look like you're having so much fun."

Even through his sleepiness, Edgar lit up like a Christmas tree. "Mi salvador," he said, breathlessly.

JJ sent Magdalena a confused look. "W'sat mean?"

"Savior," she said, eighty percent sure that she was right.

JJ melted like a popsicle. "Oh," he said with a lovesick smile.

"Jay, can we go home? I'm so tired," Edgar whined. He turned himself to sit up with a grunt, dropping Magdalena's legs into his lap.

JJ laughed. "You're such a baby." He wordlessly handed over the root beer, and sent him a smile. "And we gotta find JB to see if he's ready. And everyone else."

Edgar groaned, throwing his head back. "That's so annoying."

Obviously enamored, if his heart eyes meant anything, JJ reached out for his hand. "C'mon, crybaby. I'll carry you so we can go sit in The Twinkie."

Magdalena moved her legs so he could help Edgar get to his feet.

"You coming, Mags?" he asked, once Edgar was holding onto his back like a baby koala. Edgar rested his chin on his shoulder before yawning yet again. "Why're you so tired?"

"We did so much today! And you know I wake up incredibly early!" Edgar grumbled. JJ pressed a kiss to his cheek, trying to appease him.

"Yeah, I'm coming," Magdalena said as she stood.

As they walked back into the crowd, Edgar immediately beginning to doze off, she said, "How do you know what to do?"

JJ turned to her. "With Eds? He's not hard to handle."

She laughed. "No, I mean, at parties. I've never.. actually had fun at one before."

"That's depressing," he said, sending her a concerned look. "You weren't down with the Kook pool parties and shit?"

She shrugged. "None of it ever felt.. real? I don't know. Like all those people I thought were my friends, I can't tell you a single thing about them."

"Well, fuck 'em. You got us now," JJ said, grinning down at her.

"Oy!" Manny shouted, running at them with four cans of soda in his hands. "We're carrying people?"

"Me duelen las piernas," Edgar said, half asleep.

Frowning, Manny replied, "Oh, you want me to rub 'em for you?"

JJ shot them a venomous look. "Keep your hands to yourself."

With a laugh, they held their hands up in surrender. Well, as much as they could with the soda cans. He turned to Magdalena with a grin. "Lemme carry you, princesa."

"You're going to drop all your soda," she said, a laugh of her own bubbling out of her mouth.

They instantly let go of the cans, making her cackle with delight. He was the most ridiculous person she'd ever met.

Distracted by her laughter, she wasn't paying attention, and that was when he lifted her up, carrying her bridal style.

"Ah! Manny, put me down!" she shouted, breathless as she continued to laugh.

"Never! It's the least I could do for you! You're in heels!"

[snekberry]

Your post-mag 200 au is DELICIOUS bestie 💖🥺 the way Jon lights up when he sees past-Martin is so AHDLCKALDHSLVPA fucking cute I'm foaming at the mouth over it and being so so normal 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 I love lovesick Jon so much he deserves it

Ahhhh thank you so much!!! 💖💖💖 post-mag 200 jon is just desperate for a happy ending with martin in a new timeline where they can have a second chance

[freeflowbrat]

The Lovesick Mag Collection is specially dedicated to - the ever so hot, beautiful, brilliant, talented and inspiring my love and my brat. Words can’t describe that rare special emotion & soul I have towards him. I wish I’m better with words as good as he is, but I hope through all my acts of services he will know my heart towards him

[gothotdog]

Summer Nights ( 2017 )

Lovesick Mag

[thekingreturn]

League Roadtrip Headcanons

Characters: Shigaraki, Spinner, Twice, Mr Compress, Big Sis Magne, Dabi

Tomura Shigaraki

Tomura Shigaraki makes your departure late waiting until he’s sure his devices are properly charged. Nevermind if you’ve got a remote charger, or that its only going to be a few hours, he’s not risking being screenless and stuck looking at the scenery (heaven forbid). You’ve (affectionately, probably) described his car ride habits as nesting. He swaddles his lower half in blankets, reclines the seat as far back as he can get away with, shoves a pillow behind his head, and settles in for a few hours with his headphones and whatever game he’s reserved for this thing. Just set whatever snacks you get him on his chest and he’ll graze on them at his leisure.

In general he prefers to be pretty quiet, long car rides actually aren’t great for him mentally. He doesn’t like the idea of being forced to be in close proximity to a person with no feasible exit. Not that he resents spending time with you, just that he gets grouchy and withdrawn on principle if he thinks he has no choice. Every two hours or so, though, he’ll turn off the game, straighten his seat (likely sending a shitload of crumbs into your car carpet) and just sort of. Butt his head against your shoulder until you start talking to him or at least pet his head. He’ll let himself enjoy it for a few minutes before relapsing back into his pseudo den

He can’t drive and thus you will be running this show for the entirety of it. Afterwards, though, you notice him..hovering, more than usual, just sort of urging you to lie down and bringing you food with the same sort of furtive expectance as a cat bringing you dead mice. You think this is his way of thanking you, but don’t confront him on it. Each time is a little easier with him. 

Spinner

Shuichi Iguchi (Spinner) may be one of the few members of the League who knows what he’s doing behind the wheel, but between you and him he actually doesn’t like doing it very much. He gets jumpy on the road and is prone to getting snappish with the other drivers. Still, he wants to do his part to pitch in, so tends to take the beginning and end of the drive. He also casually takes over snack detail and is the one to get out of the car and fill it with gas, as well as unload and reload the car. And navigation to boot. He’s a giver. Don’t tell anyone.

The level of conversational adeptness really depends on how long you’ve been seeing each other. Early stages comes up abruptly against his inability to small talk, you swear at some point he furtively checks his phone for icebreakers he found on the internet. Later stages bring ease with them, though, and with them Spinner’s favorite Olympic sport, complaining. The man pretends to hate gossip but if you hit the right buttons he’s more than happy to give you heavily editorialized anecdotes about the League and his various observations therein. Join in with some of your own, he’s a surprisingly good audience. The conversations will turn political at some point (and if you’re dating him, chances are good that’s somewhere you’re happy to follow) but if needed he can be convinced to leave work at work.

Spinner rarely initiates, even later on, but he’s kind of a sucker for tropey couple shit. Hold his hand while driving and he’ll get real quiet, even if it’s just for a second or two. Wrap your arms around him in the gas station while he pays, remind him that you’re proud to be seen with him. Kiss his cheek for getting your bags, make him feel valued. He’ll be following you around like a lovesick puppy.

Twice

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice) prefers to be the one driving, even going over his limits while insisting he’s fine. He can be convinced to take a break once you start to notice he’s barely holding his eyes open, but it will in fact, take some convincing not to get him to just slam back a questionable amount of five hour energies. He finds it relaxing, one of the few times he can just sort of sink into a process. Keep an eye on his turns, occasionally he’ll take a couple he didn’t mean to, but its a good way to feel a little more in control of himself and the situation.

He’s a good guy to have around a car, capable of changing a tire or getting the engine back up and running before you finish looking up tow services. He won’t necessarily ask for a reward but depending on how late in the relationship you are he’s definitely going to be giving you hopeful glances until he gets the affection he craves so badly.

The man basically invented rubbing your partner’s thigh while driving, he likes keeping a hand on you whenever he can, likes feeling you next to him. It’s such a simple thing but something about having you in his car really does make him feel trusted. He doesn’t really get a whole lot of areas where he feels competent. When you fall asleep a little before arriving home, and he gets to carry you inside, feeling how completely you let yourself depend on him? There’s nothing else quite like it.

Mr. Compress

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress) is...an ok driver. He thinks he’s better than he is, you can tell from the way he handles the wheel, the little flick of his hand as he hits his turn signal and the way he’ll narrate whatever he’s doing. And in practice, he is pretty good! Until other drivers with less of a showmanship factor hit the road. Which is always. All it takes is one guy pulling ahead of him too fast and he gets flustered enough to throw him off his game.

The two of you switch off driving at pretty even intervals. Even with navigation apps (which he does use, he’s not a Luddite) he still prefers to have a paper map on hand to cross reference it. He can be a little annoying with it but he more than makes up for it with the way he’ll touch your shoulder to indicate an offramp. “Why don’t we turn here, angel, its scenic.”

He’s much more about the journey than the destination, happy to divert the trip into an exploration of local curiosities if the two of you have time. He likes the anonymity of these small drive through towns where the two of you could be anyone, anything to the locals. He’ll squeeze your hand and murmur legends or history pieces if he knows any about the place (he makes about half of them up, but they’re nice stories anyways).

These things always take longer than it should, but he makes it all feel like but a moment.

Big Sis Mag

Mag Hikishi (Magne) is another one who prefers to drive than be driven, and to be frank, you may as well let her. If stuck in the passenger seat she has a bad case of invisible brake and tends to grip the ceiling a little too pointedly. She has absolute faith in your abilities, and also if she’s going to be in a car crash she at least wants it to be her own fault. Its alright, darling, just sit in the passenger seat and look pretty for her, won’t you?

Master of the shortcut that takes you an hour off course, its best if you leave without an expected arrival time. She likes starting trips bright and early, likes seeing the roads clear of other cars and getting to enjoy those quiet morning hours with you. Not that things are often quiet with Mag. She has this ability to get you talking about almost anything for hours, with plenty of her own contributions to boot. She’s lived a storied life, and she wants to hear your own.

Mag has strong opinions on gas station snacks (Takis, string cheese if they have any, and water being a go to) and will absolutely hover a little to make sure you’re well hydrated for long hours in the hot car. She has an eclectic collection of CDs if you don’t feel like talking, and if you need silence, well...that’s harder, but she’ll do it for you, only occasionally breaking it with a peck on the cheek. She enjoys these moments with just the two of you, able to just bounce off of each other and get absolutely mushy without her beloved coworkers around to tease. For a moment, at least, things all feel like they might be ok.

Dabi

Dabi, like Shigaraki, never got his license and isn’t really interested in trying for it. He doesn’t really like any form of transportation and tends to walk most places when he gets the option, given he has a tendency to get motion sick and it’s really hard to keep up your persona of unflappable bad boy while turning a few shades of green. Still, sometimes its unavoidable, so he flings himself in the backseat, props open a window, and prays he’ll knock out soon.

Dabi’s not the easiest partner in the world to communicate with under the best of circumstances, but now especially when every jolt makes him regret being born (moreso than usual) and the only thing coming out of his mouth when he opens it is complaints about how that brat of a leader is doing this to him on purpose, has to be. This is one of the rare instances where fussing over him actually gets some desirable results. Tuck a blanket around him, get him set up with some water, and check in on him every time you stop. Eventually a hand shoots out from between the front seats and grabs at the air until you take the hint and lock your fingers through his. Its not much, but from Dabi? Its everything.

Ultimately he does his best to sleep through these incidents and has you under a firm promise to never describe them to the others, ever. He’ll incentivize it if he has to. You know he’s good for it.

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Saxton HCs: Angry, Childhood and Joke 👀

ohhh ardate you Bless me <3

1) angry - he's not really quick to anger! for a long while after him and maggie broke up, though, he was ball of oscillating misery and anger, and he dealt with it by actually doing paperwork that he as a CEO is supposed to do (and it's not even a whole lot). it was less of a conscious decision and more of a "i am going to do the paperwork in front of me, otherwise i'm going to bore a hole into the phone w how much i'm staring at it because i want to call mags so bad to tell her i miss her".

2) childhood - i already wrote about his early family in a previous post, which i will link here. the gist is that saxton's father is a toxic caricature of masculinity who only cares about money, but his mother is a kind soul who was basically his polar opposite. i promise i will have More content for him here, i just have not thought this through v much gkfdhgm

3) joke - less of a joke and more of a speculation but. since i hc hale to be the type of guy to have a whole shelf of sketchbooks. and since scout Draws Real Good. i do like to imagine the implications of them bonding over art and then, to scouts horror, finding sketches of bidwell that were illustrated w the same kind of care as a lovesick highschooler lol

[psychdelia]

max showed up on his doorstep with blotchy red cheeks and puffy wet eyes, board discarded on his lawn as she pounded on the door with her free hand, holding a shoebox in the other.

“okay, okay!” steve called out as he rushed downstairs. “i’m coming! jeez.” he huffed as he opened the door, ready to bark out a what, shithead? because who else would show up to his place and pound on his door for a minute straight?

except his mouth snaps shut when he sees her shivering in the winter cold and cheeks still damp. it’s been about 4 months since billy died and he hadn’t seen max in this state for a couple months now. he thought things were getting better.

maybe not.

“max.” he frowned. “what’s wrong? what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?” he asked, the panic in his tone increasing with each question.

she just shoved the box into his hands, giving him a determined look. so similar to billy’s. too similar.

“i found this in his room.” he can hear the suppressed tremble in her voice as she fights the urge to cry again. “i never gave it you because i thought maybe,” she frowns, looking down. “maybe he-“ she lets out a shaky breath. “but he never came back so it’s yours now.”

then a switch is flipped and she’s suddenly glaring up at him, yet another expression too similar to billy’s.

“you can’t tell anyone.” she clenches her shaking fists. “if you tell anyone what you find in there i swear to god steve i’ll hurt you.” her upper lip is twitching into a snarl and steve is genuinely scared of this little fiery teenager.

“jesus, max,” he sighs. “first of all, you two are way too goddamn similar for not being blood related.” he ruffles her hair with a free hand. “second of all, you can’t just tell me what’s in here?”

“no.” she shakes her head as she bats his hand away. “just,” she plays with the hem of her jacket nervously. “just keep an open mind.” she frowns. “we’re not from here. things are... different back home.” her shoulders sag a little and he can tell she misses home. misses life before hawkins. “promise you won’t tell anyone?” she looks back up at him.

he frowns as he stares at the box in his hand before nodding. “promise.”

“good.” she nods. she rubs harshly at her face with her sleeve before turning away to walk to the lawn.

“you need a ride?” he calls as she grabs her board. chuckles when she rolls her eyes, tosses back an i can get myself around, steve. then a quick thanks, though. see you around. then she’s taking off.

steve practically sprints up to his room after that. sets this mystery converse box down in front of him on the bed as he sits, unsure of what to expect. maybe porn mags? weed stash? who knows.

so, naturally, he dumps it all out on the bed. stares at the pile of magazines, books, seashells, pictures, papers. the first thing he grabs are the magazines, expecting to see a half naked chick on the cover. he freezes when he finds a half naked man instead, clad in leather.

drummer. drummer. drummer. all of these are the same magazines, different issues with different men. he wonders if they’re targeted towards women, but then he’s opening them up and finding men... with other men. figures maybe hargrove had been holding onto them for someone else because there’s no way in hell these are his. no, no, no. that boy was straight as hell. loved to show off a different girl hanging off his arm every week, made shows of flirting with both girls and women.

but then he’s grabbing a polaroid dated 1983 and it’s billy with shorter hair and fuller cheeks kissing another boy with a big smile and lovesick dopey look on his face.

holy shit. this can’t be real. billy hargrove wasn’t gay. he couldn’t be. he was the womanizer, ladykiller, heartbreaker of hawkins. he loved women and they loved him 10 times more. none of this makes sense.

he grabs the journal next, the leather on the cover worn and threadbare. the first entry is dated from 1983 and the last just a couple weeks before starcourt. right before he got possessed.

steve sets the journal aside, opts to look at the other pictures and items billy had stashed away before he reads about the last three years of the guy’s life. there are a couple pictures of a blonde woman with striking resemblance to billy, the same saint christopher pendant and thick silver ring billy wore present around her neck and finger. some of them feature billy when he was a baby, toddler, kid. he finds jewelry that seems feminine, womanly. figures they must’ve been his mom’s.

there are also some california souvenirs. he finds seashells and movie, concert tickets that read “san diego” on the top. there are also some books steve remembers he was supposed to have read or heard about in school, but also some more he never heard of.

at the very bottom of the box he finds expired makeup and empty hair product. there’s black and dark blue eyeliner and mascara, baby pink lip gloss. nail polish in black, dark red and a deep purple. in some polaroids, the slight sheen of the gloss and his dark, thick lashes are barely visible, but he still catches it.

steve can’t help but chuckle when he finds some candy wrappers and leftover weed grinds at the bottom of the box alongside the butts of joints and empty cigarette packs. marlboro reds. there’s scrunchies, too. shimmery and purple, probably stolen from max.

once’s he’s finished digging through hargrove’s secret belongings, he leans back and sticks his nose in the journal. it takes him the rest of the day and all night to read it from cover to cover.

the beginning is mostly about missing his mom and hating his father, documenting his abuse. there are a few pages about his crushes and boyfriends, allowing him to figure out that the boy he was kissing in the polaroid is named santiago, but billy calls him santi. once he reaches the end of san diego and beginning of hawkins, billy’s tone and messy scrawl is full of hurt, anger, and melancholy.

and then steve’s name pops up. KING STEVE in all caps, taking up nearly half the page. there are hearts around his name, alongside a big drawing of a dick. below, billy writes about feeling like a foolish schoolboy with some stupid crush on some guy with a huge dick he saw in the showers. steve’s already blushing and it only deepens when he gets to the part about billy wanting to feel said dick in his hand, his mouth, inside of him.

he has to take a break after that. doesn’t realize things only get spicier until he gets back to reading and finds out billy’s jerked off and fingered himself open to the thought of none other than king steve. his eyes immediately flick to the half empty jar of vaseline, finger-shaped holes indenting the jelly.

he spends the rest of the night reading about billy’s remorse and guilt towards him and lucas after that night, how billy still wants to hop on his dick and kiss him stupid, his and max’s relationship and how it’s gotten better even though they still blame each other for the move.

it’s both of their faults, steve realizes. billy missed his curfew for a boy and max had no choice but to lead neil to him.

along the way to the end, a couple pictures of steve fall out of the journal. pictures that steve has no idea how billy acquired. some are from school yearbooks, others just random polaroids that might’ve been taken by tommy or carol or jonathan. when he finally reaches the end, he reads about billy’s pool job and plans fo move back to california for college as soon as he graduates.

i know it’s stupid but i’m gonna miss him. his stupid hair and big brown eyes and pretty face and pink lips. i didn’t know anything about the guy but i wish i could drag him out of this shithole and take him home with me. i still haven’t apologized to him. maybe kidnapping him and showing him the ocean would count. but i can’t fall for a straight boy, no matter how big his cock is. i don’t get to fall for someone i hurt. it’s not fair. none of this is fair.

that’s the very last entry. it’s 1am and steve is wide awake. too awake. before he thinks too hard about what he’s doing, he’s shoving everything back into the box and flooring it to robin’s house. he knocks on her window incessantly until she opens it with a glare and he’s pushing his way inside before she can greet him with a snarl.

“billy hargrove was gay and in love with me and-and and jerked off to me and,,, pretended his fingers were mine and his dad was hurting him and his mom left and he was alone, robin.” he’s rambling, eyes wide as he paces the room with the box in his hands.

“he was s-so hurt and alone and no one paid any attention and now he’s dead because of a monster in some town he got dragged to as punishment for being gay and,” his voice cracks. “he’s gone.” he whispers brokenly as he shoves the box into her hands.

robin is very confused and surprised but all she knows is that her best friend is in distress, so she sets the box down and grabs his hands.

“steve. look at me.” she only continues when he does. “sit down and talk to me. let’s go through everything together, okay? just calm down and breathe.”

by 3am robin’s looked through the box and the majority of the journal - steve dog-eared the important pages and she’s a fast reader - and she’s just as shocked as steve, apparently, if her bewildered expression and silence is anything to go by.

“robin? rob, say something.” he urges. “please. i need you to talk to me.”

“holy shit.” she finally raps. “steve, i’m gonna ask you a question and i don’t want you to freak out, okay?”

he nods.

“do you think you could’ve... reciprocated billy’s feelings?”

he opens his mouth to answer but halts, eyes wide and crazy as he stares at her.

“i-“ he gulps. “maybe?” he croaks out. “i-i think so? maybe yeah. yeah.” he nods.

“so you’re bisexual.”

and that’s throwing him on a whole other whirlwind. steve’s had too much thrown at him for the night and he doesn’t have it in him to deal with a sexuality crisis on top of everything.

but billy’s pretty. so fucking beautiful and steve can’t admit it just yet but he wishes he were still here. he wishes he could travel back in time and reach out to billy and save him from the horrors of hawkins but also kiss and fuck and love him properly but now it’s too late and steve and billy have one thing in common.

they’re both alone. lonely. so much love to give but no one to receive or give back.

“bisexual?” he chokes out.

“you like both. boys and girls. like david bowie. and david bowie’s awesome. you’re kinda awesome too, i guess. for a dingus.” she playfully punches his arm and it makes him feel better for all of 2 seconds until it’s hitting him again that the person who wanted to love him is dead. died right in front of him.

“do you have hot chocolate?” she nods. “with marshmallows?” she nods again. “can i have some?”

he feels like he’s about to faint. completely black out. wonders if he looks pale to robin. he needs something warm and comforting and hot coco will do the trick.

———————————

billy comes back in february. hopper and joyce gathered everyone up in joyce’s living room early february. sat everyone down to announce that hop had gotten... a call. a call from some doctor named owens who hop has a history with, the same doctor who helped will.

owens was nursing billy back to health in some secret lab in indianapolis, hence the funeral with no body. apparently billy was in comatose, then a medically induced coma when his brain woke up but he wasn’t strong enough to just yet. then, when he did wake up, he had to relearn how to eat, write, walk in physical therapy, alongside the heavy emotional therapy.

owens hid billy from the world until he was ready to be exposed to it again. then he called hopper one afternoon and told him to come pick the boy up.

max was angry. screamed and yelled until she was reduced to tears in joyce’s arms. the other kids were shocked and confused. didn’t know if they should be happy or scared. will and el were the only positive ones. nancy and jonathan were mostly shocked and indifferent, numb to these crazy surprises the shithole town throws at them. steve and robin just stared at each other knowingly, a million thoughts racing their minds.

a week later they were all in joyce’s living room again, nervously anticipating hopper and billy’s arrival. everyone looked up when the doorknob began to jerk and the lock turned, their eyes trained on the door as it opened to reveal hopper standing beside billy.

billy. clad in a big hoodie, gray sweats and converse. the same ones that were once in the box steve has hidden under his bed. his hair is long now, flowing freely and curling wildly at the ends, looking so soft with the lack of product. he looked tired, fading blue bags under his eyes. he hadn’t lost his tan, steve noted, and looked a little softer around the stomach and legs. for someone who went through all the shit he did, billy looked good. healthy.

max got to him the second he stepped inside, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close. he immediately clung to max, holding her tight and whispering a shaky, wet hey, shitbird, only audible to her, resulting in her wet laugh. the siblings stayed like that for a few moments before pulling away to let billy see and greet everyone.

joyce had demanded they all not coddle billy because it would be suffocating and he probably couldn’t deal with that. except now she was serving and feeding him a million things, coddling him just like any other mother would. billy was hesitant and tense at first, but slowly relaxed, especially when he was given cookies.

sweet tooth, steve distantly remembered. billy has a sweet tooth, if the candy wrappers and lollipop sticks in the box were anything to go by.

everyone takes turns greeting and talking to billy. steve’s last in line to have his quick one-on-one with the guy and by the time they’re face to face, everyone’s sitting together, talking and laughing and eating.

“hey,” steve greets with a small smile. he can feel robin’s eyes on him and not-so-slyly flips her the bird, his eyes trained on billy and only billy. “it’s good to have you back.”

“you know you don’t have to say that, harrington, especially if you don’t mean it.” billy tries to joke but his eyes and smile are sad. “i only died for, like, two minutes. not a big deal.”

“shut up, man.” steve rolls his eyes and chuckles. “i do mean it.” he chews on his bottom lip nervously, doing a quick scan of the room to make sure there are no eyes on them before he looks back to billy.

then he’s reaching out and grabbing billy’s hand. running his thumbs over the scars along his palm and knuckles. he looks up to find billy confused and blushing. he smiles before pulling billy into a tight hug.

“you look good. so good.” steve whispers in his ear, getting a whiff of generic coconut shampoo. he has one arm wrapped tight around billy’s waist, holding him close with their bodies flush. he slides his free hand down and rests it on billy’s ass, barely squeezing. he chuckles when billy jumps a little.

“harrington.” billy chokes out, voice wrecked. “what’s your hand doing on my ass?” steve can feel billy’s lips moving on his neck and it makes him shudder.

“just doing what i should’ve done a while ago.” he sighs, content, just holding billy’s warm, very much alive body close to his.

“if you wanted to get in my pants, pretty boy, all you had to do was ask.” billy flirts with a smirk steve can feel on his neck. then he pauses. “you’re not fucking with me?” he asks, tone serious.

“nuh uh.” steve shakes his head. “actually, uh,” he pulls away just enough to meet billy’s eyes. “max gave me your shoebox.” he watches as billy’s eyes widen and go fiery. “hey, no, don’t get mad at her. it’s not her fault. she didn’t know you were comms back.” steve reasons. “plus, now i know big bad heartbreaker billy hargrove has a crush on little ole me.”

“who says i still do?” billy raises his eyebrows, as if his hands aren’t tightly holding onto steve’s shoulders and he’s not blushing and making heart eyes at the guy.

steve’s not too bright, but he knows when people have a crush on him. he’s always been bright in the language of love. and sex, for that matter, as billy will eventually find out when he inevitably get lovingly and romantically railed and fucked into steve’s mattress later that week.

“just have a feeling.” he shrugs, giving billy’s ass one last squeeze before he rests his hands on his hips with a grin.

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Jealous Much?

Pairing: Crockett Marcel x reader

Summary: Y/N and Crockett have been dating for a while, and one day, one of the new med students flirts with him because she doesn’t know he has a girlfriend

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: slight swearing and a steamy make out session

Word Count: 1,131 Words

As soon as the door shut behind us, Crockett pushed me up against the nearest wall and smashed his lips to mine. I smiled against his lips as he rested his hands under the top of my scrubs against my waist. The feeling of his hands against my bare skin sent shivers down my spine. And the thought of what those hands could do to me........ Crockett then moved his lips to a spot on my neck, and as he sucked at the skin, I couldn’t help but let a small moan escape from my lips.

“Mm. Crockett,” I breathe out and tangle my hands in the hair at the base of his neck. Crockett smirked against my neck before deciding to slide his hands from my waist to my butt. “You’re a terrible person. Did you know that?”

Crockett pulled away from my neck, a small smile gracing his lips. “What?”

“You’re terrible because you’re turning me on so damn much, and we’re at work, so I can’t do anything about it,” I say.

Crockett laughed softly. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until later then.”

I huffed. “I hate you.”

“You love me,” Crockett countered as our pagers both beeped. “Looks like we’ve got work to do. Oh, and you might want to put on your jacket. You’ve got a little something there.” Crockett pointed at my neck, and when I took out my phone to see what he was looking at, I saw that there was a hickey beginning to form.

“I’m going to get you for this,” I tell him.

“Mmhmm,” Crockett hummed and placed a peck on my lips. “Lets get back to the ED.” When Crockett and I exited the supply room, I quickly made my way to the doctors lounge and threw on my fleece jacket. That way, none of my co-workers would see my hickey. Yes, everyone knew that we were together, but we didn’t like to show PDA in front of everyone. So, if someone was new here, they would have no idea that we were dating.

“Hey, Mags. What do we got?” I ask.

“Oh, uh, Dr. Marcel and Dr. Sima are already on it,” Maggie informed me. I looked over to the trauma room to see that what Maggie had said was true. Crockett was already working on a patient with Audrey, one of the newest med students interning here.

“Oh, uh, okay. Just page me if you need me,” I say and turn around, making my way back to the doctors lounge. This time, when I entered the room, I found Will sitting down at one of the computers.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” Will asked. I sighed and sat down in the other computer chair, sneaking a glance at the trauma room where Crockett and Audrey where working.

“Nothing much. Hey, you got any cases you need help on?” I question.

“I thought you’d be working with Crockett,” Will responded and spun his chair to face me.

“I did too, but he’s working with Audr- Dr. Sima,” I state, a hint of jealousy evident in my voice.

“Oh, you mean the young, hot new med student who just got assigned here last week?” Will teased.

“Shut up,” I growl and push him away from me playfully.

“Holy shit! You’re jealous that Crockett is working with Dr. Sima,” Will pointed out.

“Well, wouldn’t you be jealous if Natalie was working with some hot new doctor with a 6-pack and a Disney prince haircut?” I ask.

“Okay, one, I have a 6-pack and a Disney prince haircut,” Will joked. “And two, you and Crockett were made for each other. I don’t think some new girl is going to change his mind about you.”

“I’m not too sure about that,” I murmur. Will looked up to see where I was gazing, and I’m assuming he saw the same thing as me, which was Audrey placing a hand on Crockett’s chest, and him not doing anything to remove it.

“Okay, I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for that,” Will told me as Crockett began to make his way towards the lounge. “Y/N, please don’t go off on him.”

“Oh, I’m going to do something much worse,” I mumble as Crockett entered the room.

“Hey, guys. What are you guys doing in here?” Crockett asked. Instead of answering Crockett’s question, I ignored him and stood up before stalking out of the room. I was not going to talk to the man who was letting a med student flirt with him. I made my way over to Maggie, who was standing at the nurses station, and sat my elbows on the counter, putting on chin in my hands.

“Mags, I need some patients. I’ll take anyone,” I declare. 

Maggie laughed, but extended a tablet in my direction. “All right. We’ve got a bunch of cold and flu patients waiting to be seen. They’re all yours.”

I took the tablet from her hands. “Thank you.” Later that day, I was standing at the nurses station with Will waiting for some tests, and while we were talking, I could see Audrey batting her eyes at Crockett, and she looked like a lovesick puppy. I had to do something, and I had to do something quick. “Excuse me for a moment,” I say to Will. I then marched right over to where they were talking, maneuvered right around Audrey, and when I got to Crockett, I tugged on the collar of his scrubs and pulled him down to my height, eagerly pressing my lips to his. Crockett was shocked for about a second, but soon kissed me back with just as much passion. For a moment, our lips moved in perfect sync, and it felt like I was dreaming. Finally, I pulled away from Crockett, and placed my hands on his chest. “Is she gone?”

Crockett smiled softly. “Yeah. She’s gone.”

“Good,” I reply. “You know, it really wasn’t cool of you to keep letting her flirt with you.”

“Oh. I see what this was about. You were jealous of Dr. Sima, weren’t you? That’s why you were ignoring me earlier,” Crockett spoke.

“I had every right to be jealous. She’s young and beautiful and-”

Crockett cut me off. “But she could never be you. You’re the most gorgeous woman I have ever met, Y/N. And no one can ever replace you.”

“You sure have a way with words, Crockett. So, about what we were doing earlier...”

Crockett chuckled. “It’s more than okay with me if we finish that steamy encounter after shift.”

“Well then, I guess I will meet you at your place,” I murmur and lean forwards to place a small peck on his lips. “See you later, Crockett.”

“Yeah. See you later,” Crockett repeated.

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