#metal lords x reader

[scp230kinnie]

Hey!was wondering if we could get a hunter sylvester head cannon thing not sure what they are called (sfw of nsfw it’s up to you!)

RANDOM HUNTER SYLVESTER HCs

warnings: not proofread and cringe

Genre: fluff (?) relationship, friendship, general, whatever

I have no idea if I’ve used some of these yet but whatever

He would NEVER admit it, but he can get really clingy. In a metal way😒

He tries to get you to join his dnd club thing… if it’s during that one part in the movie where they’re trying to find a bassist good luck

We know he (his dad) is loaded, so if you mention something you like or want offhand, he will go researching it and if he thinks it’s cool he’ll probably get it for you

He’s actually really smart. I feel like he’s really good in English, history (when it’s music related, and math.

More on English, he’s better at poetry, but he’d make it metal. He HATES play and book studies (Romeo and Juliet😒😒😒)

He’s not really that big on skipping,, he likes having good grades. (Despite his metalhead behaviour, he doesn’t do usual stuff like that, and he canonically doesn’t drink or smoke or anything)

If you begged him enough he might skip with you

If you convince him by saying it’s to go play guitar or something it’ll be a yes

I also feel like he’s a good cook. Not gourmet by any means, but he knows how to make a few things

He takes so many pictures of you. Mostly candid. He’s so interested in watching you do things

His lockscreen is a Picture of you two at a concert

If you say something braunrot (skibidi toilet or something😔) he’ll just stare at you like😐

He doesn’t really have “guilty pleasure” music, he’s diehard metalhead.

He’s definitely the type of guy to be like “metalcore isn’t real metal🤬”

(I love motionless in white)

Tell him to give it a try okay it’s not that bad

Sorry if this was short I’m in class

Also sorry for the unwarranted hiatus I was at the psych ward😔

[star-dust-stuf]

Hunter Sylvester x period!reader

title: for what you can't ignore

warnings: cursing, pain

a/n: for my sister ❥ sorry for typos, I hope you love it!

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I was laying on his bed looking up at the ceiling, I shouldnt have come, I thought to myself. Oh yeah. This sucked. I should have stayed home knowing I got my period that morning and I shouldn't have told him I was okay over the phone. 

As he was practicing his guitar I kept hearing the same thing over and over again and it was driving me nuts. I sat up, he couldn't hear me talking. "Hunter..." I sigh. "Hunter!" 

Still, he kept playing his stupid guitar. "HUNTER!" I finally yell.

Hunter stopped, he put his guitar down. "What?" 

I look at him for a moment, "can you stop?" 

Hunter scoffed, "stop?" He mocked me and started playing his guitar again. Even rougher.

I started crying and I cover my face. He immediately stopped and looked at me, "woah. Hey." He put his guitar down.

He walked towards me and sat on his bed next to me. "What's wrong? Hey, I didn't mean to-."

I shake my head, "it's not you."

"Then what's the matter?" Hunter spoke, he was genuinely sweet and gentle with me, and only me. 

"Hunter I... I got my period this morning and I'm in pain." 

Hunter was silent for a minute, he stood up and paced a little. "Okay.. okay so you're on your-..." He got awkward. "No that's totally fine- not that it wasn't fine in the first place-." 

Hunters stuttering made me smile a little, he struggled. "I'll be right back." 

He walked out of his room leaving me to my overthinking thoughts, was I sharing too much? He ran to the kitchen and in the cabinets, his dad put his hands on his hips. "What the hell are you looking for?" 

He looks at his dad, "I... I need something for..." He trailed off.

His dad coughed mockingly, "sorry what?" 

"Period, dad!" He yells

His dad blinked, "you do know it's not physically possible-."

Hunter cut his dad off, "really, duh. Because I didn't know that!" 

His dad coughed, not so mockingly but in an uncomfortable tone, "have we had the, uh. Talk yet?"

Hunter gave him a dumb look, "I have a girl over shes- she's-."

His dad choked, "oh!" He coughed. "I don't have anything here for that." 

Hunter spoke, "how about that stupid hot water bottle?" Hunter had attitude.

"In the hall closet, hey I don't appreciate that additude." His dad spoke but Hunter rolled his eyes and walked towards the closet by the stairs, getting what he needed.

He came back into his room and saw me on his bed. I was crying from the pain, he didn't really know what to do, he sort of watched me cry before speaking. "I got you something."

I look at him. My cheeks wet with tears, he was clearly not comfortable around people who cry but he wasn't heartless. He sat next to me, "h-here..." He gave me the hot water bottle.

I put it on my stomach, an instant relief fell in my body that was racked in pain. He saw the change and relaxed as well, he stood up back to his chair and his guitar. I watch him, he didnt know I would rather have him hold me but he wasn't very empathetic.

He played his guitar, seeing me from the corner of his eye he couldn't shake the thought of it, so he looked at me. "Does it hurt bad?" 

I nodded, "feels like somethings inside me and won't hold still."

He grimaces but he's had his fair share of shit happen he's not disgust by this at all, because there wasn't anything to be disgusted by. "Well, you can lay there and I'll make sure the hot water bottle stays warm..."

He saw that desperate look in my eyes, he sighs and stands up. Hunter unzipped his black boots and got into his bed beside me and looked at me, "close your eyes..." He said softly.

I did so, I didn't care about anything at this moment. I felt his hand on my hip and his thumb rub my bone gently, he scoots closer, I can feel his breath on my forehead. 

I cried out in pain and hit his shoulder, he flinches, I did it out of pain, i didn't really know how to relieve it so I just hit him. "Shit." He says.

He didn't care, or mind even. He knew what the hit was for and knew better than to tell me to stop. "you're okay..." 

He feels around my lower back for the pain, watching my body tense up and then relax. He smiled at my reaction and kept a firm but gentle pressure there. "I'm not a bitch like everyone says." 

I smiled a little, "why do you think you're my friend?" 

He looked at my lips and back in my eyes, "friend." 

I nod, but I slowly put my face to his. Kissing his lips gently before pulling back, he was dumbfounded by it but it was the most beautiful thing that has happened to him. Nothing dim and dark, or anything he's used to. It was bright and beautiful... 

He moved a lock of hair behind my ear and kept his pressure on my lower back, making sure if I was in any pain, he was my punching bag. 

"For someone so sweet, who would have thought you'd like metal." 

[theship-thewalrus]

Care for You || Hunter Sylvester

hunter sylvester x reader

you find hunter injured and some angered words are exchanged

word count: 388 words reading time: about 3 minutes warnings: none really

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

Your voice was loud despite the close proximity between yourself and Hunter. What you did not expect was for him to message you to meet at his house, only for it to be so you can see the damage on his face. The deep bruising by his eyes, the cuts and dried blood on his face. You knew of his rather short temper and inability to keep his mouth shut. You suspected it would get him in trouble, but not to this extent.

You quickly found yourself cleaning the cuts on his face softly, wanting to ensure they have been cleaned and bandaged properly. You doubted Hunter would wash them, simply allowing them to heal and close by themselves. Thus, it was left on you to patch the boy up. Crouching between his legs as he sat on the edge of his bed, reaching up and dabbing cotton pads to his skin.

"I was thinking of sticking it to the man. Those rapist jocks shouldn't be able to get away with th-" "No, you weren't. You were thinking how much can you get away with before you get my ass beat."

You snapped cutting off Hunter as he attempted to explain himself to you. Though you had heard enough of his half-baked excuses that focus on the wrongdoings of others, not his own. But enough was enough, you no longer wished to feed his delusion, especially if it resulted in him getting his ass kicked.

At your harsh words, Hunter physically retracted moving away from your touch. His reaction broke your heart, you did not wish for him to fear you. Your grip tightened on the cotton pad as your hands returned to your sides. Letting out a deep huff silence engulfed the room, settling over you both.

Neither of you knew what to say, nor what to be the first to back down. Turning your head, you decided to occupy yourself by looking at the different band posters that littered the walls. Yet, even that could not stop your racing mind.

"I just... I just....worry."

Your words hang in the air for a moment as you struggled to get the words out. Not knowing how to describe the emotion and thoughts flowing through your mind.

"Why?" "Because I care for you, more than you may know or believe."

[miniminiujb]

eaeee! Eu vi que os pedidos pro Hunter estão abertos, queria saber se você poderia fazer um leitor x hunter onde o leitor toca baixo e tá querendo entrar pra banda!

(Amei seu blog cara, lindo dms!)

Fico tão feliz por ter recebido um pedido dele✨

Troca Justa

Hunter andava estressado, pois havia um problema em sua banda: eles ainda não tinham um baixista.

Hunter estava determinado a encontrar alguém que pudesse preencher essa lacuna, alguém que compartilhasse sua paixão pela música e tivesse a mesma pegada do heavy metal em suas veias. Foi quando ele ficou sabendo de um garoto misterioso que se encaixava perfeitamente na descrição.

Ouvindo falar sobre esse menino da mesma idade, com aspecto rude, tatuagens e piercings pelo corpo, Hunter ficou curioso. Ele sabia que não deveria julgar as pessoas pela aparência, mas a imagem desse garoto parecia se encaixar perfeitamente no estilo de sua banda.

Decidido, Hunter foi at�� um local onde diziam que o tal garoto costumava frequentar. Quando chegou lá, seus olhos se encontraram com os do menino. Vocês dois se encararam por um momento, como se soubessem que havia algo em comum entre vocês.

"Você é o baixista que estou procurando", disse Hunter, entusiasmado.

Você o olhou com um sorriso de canto de boca, respondeu: "E você é o cara da banda."

Você dois conversaram sobre música, compartilhando suas influências e paixões. Perceberam que tinham muito em comum. Hunter poderia sentir a energia pulsante que você transmitia, algo que ele sempre buscou em um parceiro musical.

"Fico feliz em encontrar alguém assim, alguém disposto a expressar sua verdadeira essência através da música", disse Hunter.

Você olhou para Hunter, um brilho nos olhos, e propôs um acordo. "Eu entro na sua banda, mas com uma condição: você aceita sair comigo para um encontro."

Hunter ficou um pouco surpreso com a proposta, mas, ao mesmo tempo, intrigado. Ele não tinha muitas experiências amorosas em sua vida, mas sabia que não deveria desperdiçar a chance de vivenciar algo novo.

"Está bem", respondeu Hunter, com um sorriso tímido. "Mas só se você prometer que não vou me arrepender."

Você deu uma risada e estendeu a mão para selar o acordo. Vocês dois apertaram as mãos, firmes e decididos.

[vante1920pm]

ㅤㅤㅤ ›✭ metal lords !!

── fluff ( ✧ ) › ── angst ( ⚘ ) › ── mini series ( ﻬ꜆ )

HUNTER ! ✩

── nothing yet

KEVIN ! ✩

── nothing yet

EMILY ! ✩

── nothing yet

© 2023, vante1920pm

[hailthedoll]

Hiiii i love your blogs i’ve been following gaga for AT LEAST a year now and i’m so happy your back! Could you write a NSFW Euronymous hc? Anything NSFW please i'm needy.

✭ euronymous nsfw headcannon ✭

i love you so much for one requesting and two following my page for that long. thanks bitch<3 PSA, if you do not support or agree with my post or feel the need to leave a hateful/judgemental comment kindly fuck off and move on. with much love-knotty<<<333

LISTEN

im gonna say this flat out, i feel like he lowkey is childish with stuff like this

like giggly

a friendly reminder euronymous and øystein are the same person with different personalities

so øystein

this man was BLUSHING the first couple times he saw you naked

then that turned into just staring at you in awe and he hasn't really stopped doing that since

hes gentle

hes more of a giver than a receiver imo

its easier for him to finish than it is for you and he knows this

so making you more so of a priority in his mind is the obvious choice

he wants to make sure you're okay and it feels good for you before he worries about himself

but when he does worry about himself this man is vocal

not necessarily dirty talk

more so like quiet moans, whispers, small grunts and sighs

he loves head tho

when he gets head those are the moments where he can be GREEDY

he pushes your head down, you choke

"shit sorry"

and then the motherfucker will do it again

i see him being very much into missionary

he wants to see you

how you react to things

how you're feeling

the look on your face tells him what he needs to be doing

he will go down whenever

for however long

if it takes all day he's got time

he enjoys it

is it the taste? is it your body twitching under him? is it your moans?

he doesnt know, but its addicting

and he's got that "nobody else makes you feel this way" or "nobody else can make you sound like this" attitude

that really gets him feeling some sort of way

he will practically beg for you to sit on his face

a million pleases until you say yes

and its like he's more excited for it than you are

him praising you

AGAIN not in a dirty talk way but more like

"you look so beautiful" while you are FOLDED

definitely would keep a polaroid of you(iykwim) in his wallet, hidden behind some cash or maybe behind a more appropriate picture of you

possessive in a doesn't want a threesome way

like doesn't want anybody touching you or seeing you the way he does

he absolutely loves to show you off and brag about you to everyone and hear people compliment you but he would never let it go past that

pre show sex

it may take some convincing or teasing him to get him to actually do it in public but after the first time he is all for it everytime

after show sex

if this man is wanting to fuck you after a show, he is still in this mindset where he isnt øystein, hes euronymous

and if that's case you're getting a cocky motherfucker

hes high on adrenaline

he just spent a solid what hour? two hours? listening to people cheer for him

like yeah this mans ego is FED

this is the time he'd be more aggressive

more vocal

yes ACTUALLY dirty talk

PRAISING

he is still more focused on you than himself but its closer to 50/50 than what it normally is

i think his actions are based on your likes

if you like your hair being pulled itll more likely happen when he's in this mindset where isn't himself and he's this persona

because øystein is worried about hurting you

not saying he wouldnt

im just saying its more likely when you get him out of the mindset of you being like this person he wants to love and protect

lets face it, he is a small man

he is not tall and he is not big nor buff

in his eyes hes like your protector

hes the man in the relationship

or the masculine(?) one

and that's just nature for him

so hurting you?

is the LAST thing he wants to do to you

ok aftercareeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

at home he's gonna cling to you

hug you, hold you, kiss you

you ever seen that picture where he was staring at the bird

did you see the way that man was staring at that bird?

you're the bird.

thats how that man stares at you

softly smiling, his eyes full of love

would probs just have you fall asleep in his arms

if you are not home

sly looks

smirks and grins coming your way

little whispers commenting about what y'all just did

and how nobody knows what just happened

like a proud moment

like yeah we did that

he'd kiss you a couple times

hold your hand

or just stare at you and smile

no matter who he is in that moment that man is GEEKING

HE just did the deed with YOU

how did he get so lucky

[dolly-gutzz]

Hunter Sylvester x fem!reader

what it’s like dating Hunter Sylvester

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Will drill you on metal knowledge cuz it’s his hyperfixation

like you will know just as much as he does by like the second week of dating

height difference go brrrrr

fore head kisses go crazy

is a softie but doesn’t want to be

like will beg for cuddles, cuddle you and then halfway through cuddling, will gain conciseness and push you away

(then he’ll feel rlly bad and cuddle you ten times harder)

sleepovers 🔛🔝‼️

he has such a huge and beautiful house that you insist on staying there 24/7

I mean he has all the good snacks and such a comfy bed, why wouldn’t you want to stay over for eternity??

night long car rides!!

Omg I can just imagine driving at night in like a downtown area and just talking about life and your future together

then you guys make out in his car

speaking of make outs, he does not know how to do that when you guys first start dating

like pretty boys clueless

you teach him the littlest amount of basic info

omg I can just see him like being a nerd a writing down all of the stuff your saying 😭😭

He’s literally like 🤓✍️

Sitting in at band seshes

you and Emily are besties

helping him write his songs

(there are like fifteen songs he’s written about you)

sitting on his lap whilst he writes songs

or sitting on his lap while watching movies

or sitting on his lap while in band practice

just sitting on his lap‼️‼️

braiding his hair !!

you search up YouTube tutorials in how to do different types of braids and hair styles

and if you have long hair then he can braid yours

also!! As a black curly hair girly I have this thing where I think that he doesn’t like people touching his hair, just like us curly haired people don’t like people touching our hair

so I think that if the reader has curly hair, then you guys both have mutual understanding on people violating your personal space and touching you hair, which not only brings you together but also helps you guys feel safe with one another

omg sorry for the rant lmao

Anyways

romcoms

I think he totally digs them but acts like he doesn’t

his fav romcom is ten things I hate about you

do you guys see the vision cuz I see the vision

he wants to be your Patrick and you are this kat

omg i just had a thought

what if he made a metal cover of can't take my eyes off of you 😭😭😭

DO YIU GUYS SEE THE VISION PLS TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION

Halloween!!

you are nina the killer and he’s either Jeff the killer or Nina’s canon bf eyeless Jack ( creepypasta fandom unite!!!)

he want to stay in a watch horror movie but you want to go trick or treating

he gives and you both go trick or treating

he hates Christmas I cna feel it in my bones

bur if you love Christmas he will do a complete 180 and act like he enjoys it just a little bit

will loathe your celebrity crush with his entire soul heart and bones

like he will wish death upon them

and your all like “hunter it’s not like I’m gonna date Louis partridge he’s dating Olivia Rodrigo” and he’s all like “good cuz he can’t have you 😠😠”

has a crush on Elvira

I think that’s all the headcanonna I have in me 💀💀

[corpseontheloose]

Hunter Sylvester Headcanons | Cat Edition!

Are you insane?

A cat??

HUNTER AND A CAT??!

JOkes aside, he loves cats.

He doesn't really know how to pet a cat but he's trying his best

He's afraid they don't like him but he's extremely loved by them

"What the—" and it's a cat rubbing its head against him

Tries to seem like he doesn't care but he's melting

Loves black cats specifically, but any color will do

Probably sheltered one on his way home without his dad knowing

Not his fault tho, the cat was insisting

(it was his fault. He couldn't help it)

PROBABLY named him "Metallica", "Dungeon Master" or "Hellhammer" or some stupid shit like that

The first time the cat cuddled with him, Hunter went stiff cuz he didn't expect it

He was always angry and he was scared he'd scare it away

Nah the cat be chillin' tho

Would find his cat on his chest or stomach while sleeping

Cat hair is now all over his black clothes but it's fine

It's a cat

Never mentions it until someone visits his house

His dad didn't say anything, he just sighed. This was probably the most normal thing Hunter ever did anyways 😭

Usually talks to it when he's frustrated

"How about some metal?" and proceeds to scare the poor cat with his loud guitar 💀

It's coolio tho, it got used to Hunter (at some point)

Surprised that he's not allergic to it

He used to sneeze a lot around cats

Guess the allergy went away??

BIG CAT LOVER MWAH

[funeral-division]

⌛ALONE TOGETHER⌛

Pairing: Pelle x Shy!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: After a week of staying together, you both decide to get intimate with each other, Dead making sure that you're comfortable with him.

Warning/s: No use of Y/N, Fingering, Orgasming, Mention of Forced Eye-Contact.

You lay in the oak coffin. The red candles illuminating the surroundings. It had been a few hours since Pelle had left, prompting you to drift slowly off to sleep. The straps of your laced dress dipped down to your shoulders slightly, the cold nipping and biting at your skin. Still, you remained in the same position. Laying hunched over the side, slowly running your fingers over the loose, red petals that had been scattered all over the floor.

Pelle entered and closed the door quietly, flowers in hand. It’s been a week since he allowed you to settle into his house, moving the coffin you loved so dearly back to the bedroom the pair of you shared. He took a look at his watch before sighing. He wanted to suprise you. However, even though he planned to arrive an hour early from rehearsals, he still got back home at the same time.

He called out your name and went to go search each and every room of the house until finally, he stood in front of the door to your shared bedroom. Pushing it open, his eyes softened as he looked over at your sleeping form. He walked in and set the flowers down on a nearby table. Pulling his jacket over your freezing body, he picked you up bridal style whilst laying your form out on the bed.

The sudden movement and change in position woke you up, groaning and whining out softly. Pelle moved over to gaze out at the landscape before him, only last week had he first heard your call yet the passage of time meant nothing to him. He closes the window and pulls the curtains over each other before kicking his shoes off and joining you in bed.

"Your home" You mutter out softly, still growing used to the feeling of talking.

Pelle only smiled and looked over your frame. It had taken some time to get you to talk and feel comfortable, yes, but he couldn’t deny that he loved hearing the sound of your voice. A gift from the angels themselves.

"You look beautiful in that dress, darling~" He twirled your hair around his fingers, his gaze fond and full of love.

You gazed up towards him, tugging a little at his jacket. Pelle looked down at you, tilting his head ever so softly before taking in your lust-filled stare. He shifts his body weight off you and begins to trail light kisses down your neck, leaving hickeys and lovebites all over your stomach and breasts whilst moving the lace garment to the side.

He couldn’t get enough of your voice. He was utterly addicted. You sounded so sweet underneath him, moaning and whimpering out. He hadn’t even touched you properly yet, the thought making him feel a sense of pride and satisfaction as he continued to suck and kiss sloppily all over your skin.

"Has the waiting put you in the mood?" He ghosts over your skin, moving to take off your lace panties.

You only moaned in return as he pulled back and undressed himself. As soon he got under the covers, feeling you pull him closer whilst wrapping your arms around his neck and sighing softly as he begins to pleasure you.

He inserts a finger into your tight hole, groaning softly at the feeling. Observing the state of you, he couldn’t help but grin a little. Your head being thrown back and mouth gaped open as you cling onto him, feeling utterly sensitive. He gently strokes the inside of your walls before speeding up, having you become a moaning mess underneath him.

He couldn’t stop pleasuring you, loving the sounds escaping from your lips. You had this certain type of melody that he found himself being attracted to. It’s almost as if you were his siren, luring him in until he crashes his body into yours. It was also cute how shy were, not wanting to make noises or silly sounds due to your embarassment. He had to coax you down each time and tell you it was alright to do so.

He keeps his speed consistent, watching you cling and babble out incoherently for him. He smirked, enjoying the scene before he felt you clench around him. He had to admit, he’d never heard or seen you squeal like that. The high-pitch and flustered type which had the chemicals in his head being boosted up by a large amount.

He made sure you come down from your high, gently stroking before pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to his lips. His eyes rolled back at the taste, making you divert your gaze, cheeks faintly tinting a rosy pink colour. Forcing eye contact whilst guiding your face back, it was clear he was not going to let you look away.

Stumbling up, you go to grab a towel for him, cleaning him off as well as changing the sheets. He watches as you do this, sitting cross-legged on the floor, chuckling softly as he observes your red cheeks. You gently clean his fingers and yourself, his eyes locked onto yours as he moves to take the towel. Cleaning your body thoroughly before putting it in the laundry and joining you back into bed.

Burying himself into the messed up confines of your hair, he takes in your sweet scent. Pelle’s heart melted as he realised that you’d had been waiting for him since morning he left. It was a sweet gesture that had both his mind and stomach forming into a knot. He caressed your sides lovingly, before drifiting off to sleep with you cuddled up into his arms.

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Words: 944

Characters: 5132

Date: 08/06/2024

Time: 11:34am

Proofread: YES / NO

Signed: @funeral-division

[princess-lvcifer]

Girls do stupid things when they're in love like why tf am I studying Norwegian on Duolingo?

[hydrogea]

I am going feral.I can't find any fics of this wonderful man.I'm about to cry.I need other fics.

[scp230kinnie]

Hi im so glad I found someone still writes for hunter😭Could you do a hunter x goth reader or if you don’t feel like writing that I will take any hunter content literally😭❤️‍🩹

JSJSHSJS YES OKAY IM GONNA DO HEADCANONS JUST CUZ I DONT FEEL LIKE WRITING A LONG THING

Hunter Sylvester x Goth reader Headcanons

No warnings aside from being cringe and not proofread🙏 mostly gn!

⚠️ I AM NOT A GOTH PERSON so please feel free to let me know if I get anything wrong😭

Have fun reading

At first he really doesn’t like goth music 😭

He says it’s not metal enough for him or something

He learns to accept your music taste, knowing he’s not gonna change anything

He does try to get you to expand your music taste a bit

(By giving you metal recommendations)

IMAGINE GOING OUT IN FULL TRAD GOTH WHILE HE DOES CORPSE PAINT AWW

Lowkey he would to do corpse paint on you, and he would maybe be willing to let you do trad goth on him in return

He’s not a fan of the style himself, but he thinks you look absolutely freaking majestic

You always catch him staring at you or watching you do makeup

He shows you off to all his (3) friends for sure

“This is my amazing gf/bf 💪”

He will learn about the subcultures and stuff just for you

On the days you don’t do full read goth and just do like regular eyeliner or something, he’ll be all goofy like “who the fuck is this chick😦”

Shit bro he will buy you whatever clothes and accessories you want (with his dads card duh)

He will also (try to) help you do your hair

He doesn’t have any “goth” clothes, seeing as he’s a metalhead, but same goes for my last set of Hunter hcs, he will give you his hoodies and maybe his band shirts if you wanted

Painting each others nails🫶

He’s not good at it but damn right he’s gonna try

I just KNOW if you painted his nails he’d fuck it up instantly. Like it’ll still be drying and he’ll already smudge it in like 5 minutes

If you dye your hair, (light haired alternative people know😔) he will probably try to help

He has really low patience with it tho

If you have really thick or long hair he will straight up just give up

Idk how many times I’ve said it but he WILL try to learn your favourite songs on guitar

Back at it with the “serenading” thing but it’s just him flexing his skills

When ur not around he will try on your jewelry just to see how it looks

Will steal your rings if they fit him

Same thing with earrings

I’m like 90% sure he canonically has his ears pierced so if you have nice earrings he will take them and wear them with pride

I am not goth, once again. But I am some kind of alternative, and I know that a lot of these people have like spikes that they put on clothes and stuff

So he would definitely want you to do that with some of his stuff

That’s all I can think of for now 😇 keep them coming guys

[agaypanic]

How about a rodrick x fem reader where she's a preppy girl but goes through a change and becomes a punk rock girl. And Rodrick had already noticed her before but now he's really into because they match aesthetics and she's really into rock music now

New Music (Rodrick Heffley X Jefferson!Reader)

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Summary: While having to watch your and Rodrick’s younger brothers, he makes a little jab at you about how you only play boring classical music. You challenge this notion by learning a rock piece.

A/N: i could make a part two, bc by the time i was done writing i realized i kinda deviated from the request, whoops… inspired by metal lords and some of the rodrick asks i answered about rodrick x rowley’s older sister (specifically this one)

***

You were used to routines. You liked structure. Every day, you’d have breakfast with your family, take your brother Rowley to his school before going to your own, go to class, pick Rowley up, do homework and thirty minutes of practicing music, have dinner with your family and catch up with each other, then go to bed. Of course, every day differed the slightest bit, and you’d make sure you weren’t constantly overworking yourself, but that was the main gist of it.

And a few times a week, you had to watch after Rowley when he hung out with his best friend, Greg Heffley. And when his mom was forcing him to spend time with his brother, Rodrick had to watch after the boys with you.

More often than not, you’d either be at the Heffley house or a public place like a park or arcade. Very rarely though, you’d all go to your house.

Today was one of those days.

“Okay, don’t do that.” You said, trying to keep the frustration out of your tone as you snatched a fork away from Rodrick while he tried putting some food in your microwave. “My dad doesn’t even like Greg being here sometimes. He’d probably hate your whole family if you burned our house down.”

Rodrick rolled his eyes, slamming the microwave door shut and rolling his eyes. “Oh my god, relax. I would’ve stopped the microwave after the first few sparks.”

You sighed, gripping the fork tightly. You’d think that after years of knowing Rodrick, you’d be used to his behavior. “Look, Rodrick. We already have to look after two little kids; I don’t wanna have to look after three.” Then you handed Rodrick his fork and walked over to the living room, hoping the oldest Heffley could handle himself and his lunch without causing too much trouble.

Rowley and Greg were sitting on the couch, deeply invested in some video game. Your parents didn’t like you and your brother having too much screen time, but you figured another hour or so wouldn’t hurt. You looked at the clock on the wall and realized you hadn’t touched your cello all day.

“Hey, I’m gonna go practice so…” You looked back toward the kitchen, thinking of calling Rodrick over. But instead, you shook your head and looked at the boys again. “Don’t cause too much trouble.”

“Wait!” Rowley paused the game, ignoring Greg’s annoyed reaction. “Can you practice in here? I like that new song you’re doing.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Sure, Row-Row. I’ll be right back.”

As you ran up to your room to fetch your things, you faintly heard Greg say, “Row-Row?”

You came back to the living room with your cello, sheet music, and music stand. As you set up, Greg looked at Rowley questioningly. “She’s really good, Greg.” He said reassuringly. “It’ll be like nice background music.” Greg just shrugged, unpausing the game and going back to playing. 

You quickly became immersed in your music, somehow tuning out your little brother and his friend yelling at the TV and Rodrick loudly munching on his food as he looked at your music from over your shoulder. 

He was polite enough to swallow his food and wait until you were finished playing to speak. “That was boring.” You rolled your eyes and rearranged the papers on your stand to play a new song. “You could play anything, and you decide to play music by dead guys.”

“Well, you don’t have to listen to it, Rodrick.” You hissed. “I’d ask what you think would be better, but I don’t really care for your opinion on music.”

You started playing again, hoping that it would push Rodrick away. But instead, he got closer. “I bet you wouldn’t be able to handle my type of music, goody-two-shoes.” You scowled, trying to not hit Rodrick with your bow.

“You could spend a year practicing a piece, and I would still play it better if I was sight reading.” You inched closer, making intense eye contact with the Heffley boy. 

“Challenge accepted.”

***

Later that week, while picking up Rowley from school, he said that Rodrick told Greg to tell him to tell you to bring your cello to the Heffley house that afternoon. Part of you wanted to say you had more important things to do, but simultaneously, you were curious to see what Rodrick was up to.

“Black Sabbath?” You read the top of the sheet music Rodrick gave you as soon as you and Rowley walked into the Heffley house. “War Pigs… like the Pig War?”

Rodrick narrowed his eyes at you and furrowed his brows. “What?” Before you could answer, he held his hand up in front of your face. “Don’t. Come on.” Then Rodrick grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to the garage, leaving your little brothers to most likely wreak havoc. 

You rarely came into the Heffley’s garage. Whenever Rodrick was in there with his friends, it was beyond loud and chaotic. Totally not your scene. So you were a bit relieved to see that besides Rodrick’s drums and decorations, the room was empty. He grabbed a chair and set it near his drums, and only then did he realize that he was still holding your wrist. Rodrick quickly let go and grabbed his drumsticks, warming up on his drums while you set up your stand and tuned your cello.

“What exactly are we doing right now?” You asked while tightening your bow. 

“We’re about to see if you can handle my type of music, princess.” Rodrick twirled the sticks between his fingers, giving you a smirk that forced you to take a deep breath and stare at your new music so you wouldn’t have to look at him. “There’s a bunch of stuff before your part starts, so just go when you’re ready. I know where to jump in. And the song’s like eight minutes long, so we’ll only do the first two pages.”

“Eight minutes?”

“Just play, Jefferson.”

You sighed, giving the page a quick once over before setting your bow on the string. You tapped your foot to the tempo written above the first measure, internalizing it for a few seconds before playing the first notes. Rodrick immediately followed by tapping on one of his cymbals. Being classically trained and not interested in this kind of music, you had no idea what each little piece of Rodrick’s set was called.

But as the two of you kept playing, the sound started to grow on you. There was something about the mix of strings and percussion that pleased you. The music relaxed you in a way, despite some of the big note jumps. 

By the time you reached the second page, you were a bit disappointed that it was over. Rodrick silenced one of his big cymbals with his hand, seeming slightly impressed. “...Not bad.”

You nodded along, loosening your bow. “So… what does Black Sabbath sound like?”

Rodrick perked up at your question. After staring at you for a few seconds, he almost fell down with how quickly he got out of his seat to go over to his CD collection. You set your bow on the stand and leaned against your cello, watching him curiously. Eventually, he plucked out a CD and put it into a player connected to a large speaker.

As War Pigs started to play, you realized it was very different from how it sounded when you and Rodrick played. When the song got to the part Rodrick had given you, you started to pizzicato along. Unknown to you, Rodrick watched you intently. 

You were both surprised that you listened to the almost eight-minute-long song without asking for it to be turned off. You quietly played along the whole time, tapping your foot in tempo. When the next song on the track played, Rodrick paused the CD, figuring you had had enough. “Not bad.” You said, which surprised him. “...I think I like our version more, though.” That surprised Rodrick even more.

He laughed a little, slightly amused. He walked over to where you were sitting, crouching down to make eye contact with you. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna go all rock now, goody-goody.” You thought he looked a bit hopeful as he said it. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“In your dreams, Heffley.”

***

“Oh my gosh.” Rodrick gasped dramatically as he opened the front door. “What are you wearing?”

“Shut up, Rodrick.” You rolled your eyes, but still smiled at him as you pushed Rowley to go into the house first. Once again, you lugged your cello with you. “It’s just a black dress; I’m not going all emo like you.”

“I’m not emo.” He muttered, shutting the door after you entered. “What’s with the guitar?”

“Cello.” You corrected. “I learned all of that song you gave me. Wanna play it?”

Rodrick looked at you, a bit surprised. “Uhh, yeah, sure. Follow me.” You did as told, walking close behind as he led you back to the garage. “So, you like Black Sabbath now?”

“It’s just an interesting piece.” That wasn’t a lie, but it definitely didn’t tell the whole truth. After going home from that first playing session with Rodrick, you decided to look more into the band. Your search led to their other albums, and then other similar bands. Some of the songs you heard were a bit much, in your opinion, but you really liked some of the others you heard. “And, I guess playing with you is fun, or whatever.”

Rodrick’s back still faced you, so you couldn’t see the blush creeping onto his cheeks. The chair he had pulled out for you the first time you played together was still in its spot, like he didn’t want to move it. 

The two of you got situated and quickly started playing. You were a lot better than the first time, but then again, that was a sight reading. When doing your daily half hour of practice, you added an extra ten just for the song Rodrick gave you. You didn’t know why you were so fixated on it, but it was fun to play, which you suppose was all that really mattered.

You ended up getting through the whole song with Rodrick. About seven minutes of uninterrupted playing, so in sync with him despite only practicing together once. 

“That was pretty good,” Rodrick said, popping his knuckles. He watched silently for a moment as you plucked through a couple measures before giving a mischievous grin. “I think I’m slowly corrupting you and that nerdy, good girl image of yours. One day, you’ll be wearing chunky eyeliner and listening to Metallica.”

You shook your head, giving Rodrick an unimpressed look. “Shut up.” Yet the thought of that sure did sound interesting.

***

Rodrick Heffley Taglist: @tweedledipshit

[lucydixon]

Faust Has a Crush on You Headcanons

Bitch. This clip of him is doing things to me.

Just like with Euro, I'm thirsting after Faust from the MOVIE Lords of Chaos.

Watching your every move with those big brown eyes of his, I picture him as being completely, pathetically in love with you at first sight. All his friends would tease him for it, but he literally wouldn’t be able to stop staring unless you caught him. If you did, he would immediately look away, blushing. 

Will rush to get you anything you need. If you’re at the same party and you even look thirsty, or your drink is getting low, he’s right there, holding out a beer. I wouldn’t be surprised if he also had a bottle of soda in his other hand just in case you wanted that instead.  

When you’re all hanging out at Helvete and the conversation gets edgy, he’ll watch your reaction when he makes twisted jokes or laughs at others. If you don’t look amused, he’ll stop immediately and just listen.

Wouldn’t make the first move, but tries to make it obvious that he wants you to. He’ll sit so close to you that your legs are touching in hopes that you’ll lean into him or grab his hand.

He’s very touchy and will casually rest a hand on your shoulder or arm without thinking about it. If he’s had enough to drink, he might be bold enough to sling an arm over your shoulders while you’re walking back from a gig. 

Huge on eye contact. If you’re talking to him, his eyes are boring down into yours, clinging onto your every word. 

If you were in the crowd together at a gig, he would make sure you didn’t get jostled around too much, even if you didn’t notice it. Anyone who came close to bumping into you would get a sharp glare or even a knife being flashed at them subtly

[i-smell-sass]

Fanfic rewrite status:

A Sweet Treat (Called Tangerine) PT1 - FIN (19.11.24)

The Boy in the coffee shop window. [Thor x Male reader] Oneshot !!Preview/Teaser!! - TBW

Rose Petals And Moonshine [Bucky Barnes x Male reader] Oneshot - TBW

You didn’t see that coming?~ [Pietro Maximoff x M!Stark!Reader] Pt1 : Saving him - TBW

You didn’t see that coming?~ [Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Reader] Pt2 : Date night - TBW

“What in the yellow flower hell?!” Henry Bowers X Male Reader Headcannons - TBW

"what?" -"a cockroach!" "...you're weird." Patrick Hockstetter X Male reader - TBW

That Silly Munson boy - TBW

Wannabe Hero (Pt1) Eddie Munson x Male Reader - TBW

Hunter Sylvester X Male Reader Headcanons (sfw) - TBW

Overworked [Donnie ROTTMNT x Male/Masc Reader] - TBW

[bouncybongfairy]

Drive-In Date

Summary: Hunter Sylvester takes you out to the drive-in on your first date.

Hunter Sylvester x Reader

Word Count: 3k+

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You always noticed him, I mean how could anyone not. The way Hunter carried himself was one of the things you liked most about him. The way his eyebrows always had a slight furrow to them. The way his rings would catch the light as he gripped his backpack. His eyes could get so dark, they looked black from certain angles. Of course how tall he looked compared to his locker. 

You closed your locker and grabbed your music binder and walked over to your next class: orchestra. That's where you met Emily, unlike others you find her wittiness to be more charming than aggressive. Sitting next to Emily gave you an excuse to ask subtle questions about Hunter. While she would be telling a story about band practice you would throw a question out like: Is Hunter's room big? or, What kind of snake does he have? As far as you could tell she never caught on. As you walk in you see her tuning her cello, you grab a stand and make your way over to your seat. 

"Hey," You greet her while setting up your stand. She gives you a small smile and adjusts her seat to make room for you. 

"Hello, long day?" She laughed as she watched you drop your bag off your shoulder letting it plop to the ground. 

"Kinda, more like a long week." You joke back hanging your backpack on your chair then going to grab your cello. After taking the case off you sit back down next to Emily. 

"Do you have plans with Kevin this weekend?" You ask 

"Yeah, we're going to his little brother's swim meet, we had to cancel band practice because we're going out to a film after." She said putting rosin on her bow and then handing it to you. 

"That should be fun, I bet Kevin really likes that fact that you make time for his family," You said taking the rosin, "Was Hunter mad that you had to cancel rehearsal?" You asked, looking down at your bow. 

Before Emily could respond, Hunter walked into the classroom. Honestly, it sounds cliche but seeing him somewhere unexpected made her heart stop before beating faster than ever before. He never wore his backpack with two straps which you liked. He walked up to the music instructor and engaged him in conversation. His hair was so long and even though it was dark brown, it was still so shiney. Even though it wasn't his choice to have part of his head shaved, you loved it; it gave you a perfect view of his side profile. He started walking over to you both after he was done talking to the teacher. You looked away and began fiddling with your fine tuners. 

"Em hey, so I wrote this track for you. I know I'm not the best at bass clef so if you need to make adjustments please do. This is the original so I asked Mr. Petters if I could make copies in the teachers lounge so I'll get you the copy soon alright?" Hunter said, you couldn't help but stare at the patches on his jean vest. He wasn't a long sleeve under it so it gave full view of his arms which although were skinny, they still were extremely toned. 

'God he is just so hot'  You thought to yourself. You quickly start looking through your binder hoping nobody noticed you disassociating. Emily thanked him and held small talk with him for about 5 minutes before he walked out. 

"Does he have a girlfriend?" You asked Emily before really thinking about the consequences. Emily looked over at you with wide eyes and a small grin. 

"I knew you fancied him, why didn't you say anything?" She asked me to move her body to face you. You tried your very best to play it off. 

"Just because I asked if he has a girlfriend doesn't mean I like him. But yes I do in fact think he's cute." You said picking at your acrylic nail, "I didn't tell you because I don't think he'll be into me. We don't necessarily have common interests." You said. 

"I don't know if Kevin and I weren't really designed for each other but it worked out." Emily said, tuning her A string. You nod your head and set your cello down next to your chair. 

"I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." You said pulling on your jacket. 

"Great talk!" Emily called out to you playfully. 

You didn't need to use the restroom. After weeks of being afraid to go up to him and say literally anything was making you crazy. Especially after he came so close to you when talking to emily. It made you feel silly for having feelings of nervousness about wanting to introduce yourself. You were making your way to the teacher's lounge, it made you feel more comfortable knowing there wouldn't be any students around when trying to talk to him. One you made it to the door you stopped and took a deep breath in. You could feel your heartbeat in your fingertips as you want to open the door. Once you walk in you thought about walking right back out. He was facing away from you, staring down at the copying machine. Hearing the door open he turns around and cocks his head to the side. 

"You following me? You're Emily's friend from Orchestra right?" He asked, fully turning his body to face you. 

You laugh before responding, "I don't know about following but um, I did have a question for you." You said stepping a bit closer. 

"Okay.. go ahead," He said, setting one of his papers down. 

"There's this movie that just came out called Bodies Bodies Bodies and the Lakewood Drive-In. Their tickets are half price for Lakewood students opening night and I was wondering if maybe we could go together. I know this is kinda.. direct and I like, get it if you think it would be weird because we don't really know each-"

"I'll go with you." He interrupted you before continuing, "I see you hanging out with Emily a lot, it's not like you're a total stranger. So.. I'll pick you up around 6, Y|N?" He asked, making a point to show you he knew your name while gathering all his papers together. He grabbed a sticky note and wrote his number down and handed it to you before walking out. You stood there in shock for a second before turning around to face the door. There was a poster on the door right above the handle that said: Shoot for the moon even if you miss you'll land among the stars! You laughed at the irony. 

~

After you went back to the bandroom, making up an excuse to leave early after putting away your instrument. Part of you was still a little taken back, you didn't think it would go that easy. He just said yes like you were asking if the sky was blue. It made you think about his intentions a bit. Why did he say yes right away? Was it because he reciprocated the feelings you had for him, or was it for a more provocative reason? While you were walking it home it was really all you could think about. Your stomach was starting to tighten with anxiety once you got home. 

Once you got into your room it was like your brain stopped working. After almost having a panic attack trying to decide to wear pajamas or street clothes you decided on a plain pink sweatshirt and a jean skirt. You thought wearing slippers would compensate for not wearing pajamas. After you were ready you grabbed the sticky note from the bag and nervously type out your message:

-hey my address is 1209 Ocean Terrace i'm ready whenever you are :)

-cool be there in 10 

Knowing he was only 10 minutes away made your heart skip a beat. You grabbed your purse and quickly started fumbling through it to make sure you had all your valuables:  mint puff bar along with your pen, gum, compact, wallet and your lighter. As you were looking in the mirror to make sure you looked okay your phone vibrated. 

- im outside 

Quickly skipping down the stairs you give a quick kiss to your mom and walk out. It was starting to get dark which made all the street lights go off. His shiny black car was reflecting so much light it looked like a disco ball. As you're walking to the car Hunter gets out and opens the door for you. You smiled and pulled your purse father up your arm before getting in. 

"Thank you," You say while sitting down and fastening your seatbelt. He nodded his head before carefully closing the door and joining you in the driver's seat. Your leg was bouncing slightly to how nervous you were. 

"You know, I was surprised you said yes. I didn't think you would even entertain that." You laugh, moving your purse from your shoulder to your lap. He made a confused face. 

"Why did you think that?" He asked me to adjust his grip on the steering wheel. 

"I don't know, I guess because we're so different. You are really passionate about post death metal and your outward appearance reflects that. I obviously don't match that so I guess that would like.. detouryou?” You said playing with your nail, Hunter laughed and nodded his head.

"I could see how you think that but I mean, I've known Kevin forever. Even before he was into metal and we never had problems finding things to talk about or relate to each other. I mean Emily and I are really good friends now and I would have never imagined that. I try to keep that same logic when it comes to people I want to date." He said, looking away from the road for a moment to look at you. It made you blush when he implied that he might want to date you. 

"I've always thought you were cute. Even before 7th grade." You said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He looked over at you, scared to meet his gaze you just smiled down at your purse.

Once you guys pulled into the Drive-In, you tried to pay but Hunter ignored you and paid the 10 dollars. It was pretty much completely dark outside, the sun barely peeking over the skyline. The entire car park was full of teenagers. Some sat outside their car in lawn chairs while others were tucked away waiting for the movie to drown out background noise. Every once and a while a puff of smoke would leave the car windows. After you both went down to the snack bar to get a couple things; some candy and a cherry slushie. Once you both got back into the car there was a bit of an awkward silence. 

"I don't know if you smoke," you say while digging through your purse to grab your pen, "but I have a really nice pen." You finish before taking a small puff. He laughed and shook his head and looked out the window for a moment. 

"I've smoked before but it's been a while." He said. You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn so you are facing him. You hold down the button on the pen and take a bigger hit. After the cloud came out of her mouth and filled the car you took a sip of your slurpee. The cup had so much condensation on it that it was dripping onto your thighs. You switch your position on the seat so that you are on your knees. You lean over the middle console slightly and put the pen to his lips, pressing the button to heat up the coil. Without breaking eye contact with you he takes the pen into his mouth and starts to drag. You use your other hand to bring the slurpee up to your mouth and take a drink. You were surprised by how big of a hit he took. For someone who claims he doesn't smoke, this was a ballsy risk. Again without breaking eye contact he blows the smoke into his lap which causes it to quickly spread throughout the car. 

"iT's bEeN a wHiLe," You mimic him playfully, this makes him laugh then causes him to let out a couple of coughs. 

"You know, whenever I would see you in the music room after that you seemed so.. dark. I don't mean like.. your clothes because yeah the clothes were physically darker but it was something more. Your eyes were so dark and always so swollen and your body language just made you seem like you were in pain all the time. My point is that when I saw you in the music room learning and progressing with guitar I was enamored with you. I still think it's impressive how fast you picked it up. And what was more impressive was the fact that you had no idea how good you were. Or how gifted your mind was to not only learn to play but also how to write music. I think that's when I really decided that I had a serious crush on you. When I realized the deepness of your mind reflected your appearance.” You said taking a hit hearing the coil crack and pop as it warmed up. He smiled and grabbed the slurpee from you and taking a sip before speaking,

"It's crazy because immediately after taking that hit I just.. can't help but tell you that I also thought you were cute since before seventh grade. Obviously you know why that was a fucked up year for me and before shit hit the fan I really thought about you alot. This sounds dumb but I always thought about walking up to you during lunch and making small talk or whatever but never had the balls to. Everyday I would walk past the table you were eating at and tried to direct myself toward you but never could. And then after everything it was like my priorities shifted from wants and desires down to just.. existing. I would still noticed though. In the music room I caught you staring a couple times. Don't get me wrong I stared back sometimes, enough to notice you stick your tongue out a little when you're really concentrating on the notes." He said softly while smiling, his eyes flickering from you to his hands that sat in his lap. 

"Embarrassing for me." You laugh grabbing the cup back from him.

"I thought or.. still think it's cute." He said playing with the rings on his hands. You looked up at him but his head was hanging down. 

You rest your hand on his thigh to get his attention. Almost like you were testing the waters to see if you were reading the situation right. He flipped his hair back then looked over at you, his pupils were so wide that his eyes were near back. 

Fuck it.

You moved yourself from your seat to his, your knees were resting on the outside of his thighs. Once you were straddling him you tuck a piece of his hair behind his ear. You drop your hands down to grab his and put them on your thighs. He caught on and began rubbing his hands up and down your legs. You rest your full body weight on him, you blush feelings the calluses' on his fingers from playing guitar so much. 

"Is this okay?" You asked. 

"Fuck yeah." He said laughing, it was the first time that you noticed how hard he was blushing. 

You kissed his cheek and then gave him a soft peck on the lips. You both spent most of the movie talking rather than watching the screen. The night was filled with all the questions that you always wanted answered. At one point you spend an entire 30 minutes holding his face in your hands while you inquire about his life. About why he liked metal so much or how old his pet snake was. When did he learn how to drive, his favorite class? It felt so intimate learning all these small things about him and his life. More so than any sexual encounter. He even opened up about his dad which was surprising to you. Neither of you noticed when the movie ended until cars started moving and obnoxiously honking their horns at cars that couldn't move. 

"I'm sad the movie is over because now I don't have any excuse to keep you here." He said gripping on to your thighs is a bit harder than before. You smiled and blew your hit into his face, he playfully took a bite out of the smoke. 

"I wouldn't need any excuse to want to stay." You said kissing him before getting back into your passenger seat. He laughed and started the car before focusing on getting them out of the crowded parking lot. The drive home was filled with content silence. You held his hand as he steered with the other, playing with the calluses on his finger.

"I'm really grateful that I got the courage to talk to you. I know this is like our first date.. or whatever but I just wanted to say I really like you and hope we can keep seeing each other in a more serious way." Hunter said, pulling your hand to his mouth to give it a small kiss. You blush hard and nod you head in agreement. 

"I'm just happy you feel the same way I do." You said smiling as he pulled into your drive in. He got out quicker than he did before to open your car door. You laughed and took his hand when he offered it to you to get out. 

"I'll see you soon, yeah?" You asked before leaning in to give him a quick kiss. 

"Count on it." He said as you walked towards your front door. Once you got into the house you saw your two younger sisters staring out the window. 

"He didn't drive away until after you closed the door!" One of them giggled,

"Yeah AND he opened the door for her to get out! That's so romantic! Just like in The Fosters!" They both ran off giggling gossiping with one another. It took you an hour to wipe the grin and matching blush off your face before heading to bed.