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littlemessyjessi · 5 days ago

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"Babydolls and Bucky Bears": A Holiday MCU Imagine: Bucky Barnes

A MCU Holiday Imagine: Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader, PS Reader, Reader

Warnings: Bucky’s past? Reader has a minor injury. I mean, this is just referenced and nothing serious.

Use of Y/N because we all know that if I do a full backstory and name this character right now that none of us will ever see the end of this. At least not in this calendar year. But ya’ll know me and ya’ll should know that this has been added to the list of things to turn into stories with characters because I get attached to my writing. Moving on.

Fem Identifying reader because I love me some womenses. I just like writing about a woman especially if I’m already having a love interest with a man. Because bi panic and I’m selfish. I want both and the joy of me writing it means I can do that and give myself that little gift.

If you don’t vibe with that, that’s cool. Have a lovely day and see ya round. No worries here.

If you’re under 18, get out. Love you but get out. Tis not the place for you. Be kind to yourselves, drink water and have a great day. Love you, but leave.

……

Bucky narrowed his eyes at the black dog that greeted him calmly when he opened the door.

Not calmly in the way that Dumbledore calmly asked Harry if he’d put his name in the Goblet of Fire movie.

But calmly as in the way it happened in the book.

Because all that dog did was sit there, wag his tail and give him a doggy smile.

Bucky rolled his eyes but the corner of his mouth tugged up a bit.

He knew his girlfriend, Y/N, was the cause of this.

“Babe?” he called out.

“In here!” came her voice from the living room.

Odd that she didn’t absolutely maul him the moment he walked through the door like she usually did…. but he let it go.

Perhaps, she was prolonging the lecture that they both knew was coming.

She could run but she couldn’t hide.

“Babe, come on, we talked about the dog thing…” Bucky started as he began to pull off his coat and toe off his boots.

“He’s just visiting for a week, Buck. Bruno belongs to Anton.” she called back.

“Aside from the fact that you sang to me over and over and over again that we don’t talk about Bruno… who’s Anton?” he said.

“He’s in my book club. He and his wife, Delilah, are going out of town this week to visit the in-laws. Something about they have to go this time because her brother is bringing his new boyfriend and she’s gotta be there for moral support. Anyway, said in-laws are allergic to dogs. They offered for me to just stay there and house sit with Bruno but I know you and I know you’d come to collect me before the first night.” she said, ending with a knowing giggle.

“Uh, yeah. How am I supposed to sleep without my cuddle buddy?” he said, smiling as more of those giggles floated through the air like music to his ears. “Do you want some hot chocolate, doll?”

“Ooooh, yes please!” she all but squealed.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile as he turned towards her little hot cocoa cart.

She’d thrown an unholy fit when she discovered them on Pinterest.

Pinterest was Bucky’s greatest foe for it was Pinterest that inspired that woman to DIY and when her ADHD kicked in somehow he always came home to an explosion of glitter.

However, he would admit that the little bar cart turned hot cocoa cart was actually very useful.

He’d have been just as happy with a Swiss Miss cocoa packet but she got a thrill out of stocking it with all kinds of treats to make the most epic mug of chocolate to have ever existed….. and she did come up with some pretty good combinations.

“Marshmallows?” he called out.

She gasped and recognized that tone.

She was offended.

“Sorry.” he laughed. “My mistake.”

“The audacity.” he heard her mumble.

It was only a few moments more and Bucky had loaded up a tray with their cocoas along with the christmas tree cakes and gingerbread cookies that he knew she’d whine about if he brought it to her without it.

She’d get up and get it herself… but she’d definitely pout.

As cute as he thought she was when she was pouting… he wanted to streamline this whole process and get right to the cuddling.

It had been a day.

He just wanted to hold her for a while and watch whatever oversaturated Christmas movie she chose for the night.

Probably the Grinch…. for the millionth time.

He didn’t mind it though.

She always cried when the Grinch’s heart grew three sizes and he thought it was the cutest thing in the whole world.

However, the second he rounded the corner into the living room… he just stood completely frozen.

There, in their home was an enormous tree… made from metal.

Boxes of ornaments were on the floor and sat on the couch, in a nest of blankets, was the love of his life.

“Buck?”

He blinked, “Um?”

The sound of her taking in a huge breath should have prepared him for the onslaught of anxiety ridden explanations but he was honestly just paralyzed with shock at this massive silver tree.

“Ok, so I know we said we would just do a fake tree because the real one would leak sap everywhere but then I got stuck on TikTok seeing terrifying, horrible stories where those things caught on fire because the wiring is terrible and I didn’t want us to burn alive so for the past month I’ve been making this and scouring all the thrift stores in the tristate area for vintage tree ornaments and I know it’s not traditional but-” she all but exploded, speaking at rate which one could only describe as that of Gilmore Girl proportions.

“Sweetheart.”

“And I know I sprung the dog situation on you but I really didn’t know until a few hours ago but I didn’t have time to call you because I had to pick up the jukebox this morning. It’s cute, Buck. The tabletop ones from an old diner and it’s loaded with Christmas songs!”

“Babe.”

“And then I had a record on hold from a vintage shop and then the lights for the fireplace came in. The safe ones! Not the ones that will burn us alive in our sleep!”

“Doll.”

“So I had to run out and get the lights and then go get Bruno and get back home and get it all decorated for you because I wanted you to come home to a magically decorated home for the holidays but then I slipped and slid half way down the street in the ice and… here I am.” she said.

Bucky set the tray down on the table before kneeling in front of her.

“Ok, so first, take a breath. I don’t think you’ve breathed once since you started.” he teased, happy to have gotten a smile out of her. “Come on. Big breath and let it out.”

“Hey, those are my tricks.”

“Dollface, I don’t think you can claim breathing as one of your tricks. You might have to take that up with God.”

“You right. Sorry, Jesus.”

Bucky shook his head, “And I’m not mad. I don’t mind the dog thing anyway. I just worry about us having time to take care of one but if you want to hear the truth- since you started working from home more… Which thank you for that by the way. I know you can handle yourself but knowing you’re here sometimes takes the edge off a little.”

Her hand found the side of his face, thumb swiping across his cheek, “I know, Buck. I don’t mind it at all actually.”

They shared a smile, “I don’t hate the idea of you having a dog here with you either. I mean, I’d like to be included in the decision and I would really, really prefer it if they had some additional training. I’ve thought about adopting a retired police dog. I actually know of a few that need good homes.”

“James Buchanan Barnes, I love that idea and I love you for thinking of it. You might get lucky tonight if we can figure out a way to do this without me having to move my foot too much.” she said.

Bucky smirked but wasted no time in digging around in her blanket nest to find the wounded limb, “Well, I know of several positions that involve your legs over my shoulders so I think we can figure that part out, baby. But let me see. Did you hurt it badly?”

“Not too bad. I just sprained it, I think. And then of course it was icy and I slid. Oh, we have a trash can lid to return by the way.” she said and at Bucky’s arched brow, she pulled it from where it was leaning against the side table looking very much like Cap’s shield.

He sighed, “Do I wanna know?”

“Well, I couldn’t get up because of my ankle and because the ice was slippery too. Bruno is actually one smart puppy because he brought me that lid, nudged me on and then he literally pulled me home. Anton and Delilah put his harness on for him before we left so I just held the leash and he pulled me home. I don’t know what I would’ve done without him. Oh, I want to make brownies for Miss Helen’s grandsons across the street. They’re the ones that helped me inside and brought all the stuff up. When I fell, I dropped everything, which included my phone. Couldn’t have even called you. Bruno was a very good boy.” she said, aiming a fond smile at the black lab sitting in the doorway.

Bucky patted the floor next to him and held out his hand to the dog who all but ran to slide his head underneath it for pets.

“Thanks, Bruno.” Bucky said, scratching behind the dog’s ears. “I will cook you a steak for this tonight.”

“Well deserved!” Y/N cheered and Bruno happily wagged hs tail.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” he asked.

She sighed but nodded, “Yeah, I just hate that the house is a mess. I might need to house sit for Anton and Delilah anyway though.”

At his furrowed brows she explained, “They fancy over there, babe. Bruno’s doggy door literally has a remote. As does his feed and water bowls. He’s upscale, Buck. I can do all that from their couch with the remotes.”

He nodded before giving her a small smile, “Or I could be completely out of action for the next two weeks and live out this little holiday fantasy of yours.”

“I would personally love nothing more than to have a very cute man servant for the next two weeks.” she said with an impish little smile, “However, Sam might need you.”

“Sam is gonna be fine.” Bucky laughed. “It would be a blessing to him for me to be out of what little hair he has.”

“Bucky, that’s not true.” she laughed.

“He’s training like three newbies.” Bucky said.

“Oh.” Y/N said and then gave a nod, “Yeah, probably for the best. Ya’ll would kill each other.”

“Exactly.” he said. “I’ll let him know later that he can finally have some peace of mind training them the way he’d like to and I will spend the next two weeks doing whatever Hallmark Holiday Bucket List that I know you have hidden away somewhere.”

“Well, ice skating is definitely crossed off that list.” she said.

“Baby, seems to me that you’ve already done your ice skating this year.” he said, gesturing to her swollen ankle. “If sledding with snow dogs was on there, mark that as completed as well.”

“Will do.” she giggled.

“So there is a list!”

“Of course there’s a list, James! How the heck do you expect me to get anything done without a list?”

The two of them fell into laughter.

Bucky ordered in, Door Dashing enough food to feed an army.

He claimed it was because fast food would make her foot feel better.

In reality, his babygirl was hurt and honestly he just wanted to give her all her favorites.

He also ordered a steak for Bruno, the best boy, and decided to text that friend of his.

A dog definitely seemed like a good idea now.

The dog might not be ready to go by Christmas… but he could definitely make her holiday by taking her to see them.

‘Hey, it’s Bucky. You know how we talked about the dogs the other day? I’m on board and I got time to come by over the next couple of weeks. Lemme know a good time.’ he texted only to receive a reply almost instantly.

‘Great timing. Come by anytime and we’ll go from there.’

Bucky looked over the scene in his home

An explosion of holiday cheer and right in the middle of it was his sweet girl sipping her hot cocoa watching Disney Channel holiday episodes and scratching the dog’s head.

This was about as close to heaven as he had gotten in a long time.

He looked up to the ceiling for a second before giving a little nod and he said a prayer to God or the Universe or however the creator wanted to be addressed these days, “Thank you. This is better than I ever thought I get and far more than I ever thought I deserved. Thank you.”

“Hey, Buck, come watch! Raven just had a vision that she’s getting a necklace for Christmas!”

He smiled and settled into the couch beside her, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“You ok, babe?” she asked.

“I’m great, babe. This is nice.” he said.

“I’m sorry about the mess. I’ll get it cleaned up when I can stand.” She apologized.

“You’re not standing for several days and you can take that any way you want.” he said with a smirk before adding seriously, “And I’ll get all this cleaned up and take care of the dog.”

“But-”

“No.” he said. “I don’t usually get to be involved in the decorating process anyway. I’m gone more than I’d like and don’t get me wrong- I love coming home to it, baby. It’s so nice to come home and see all the time and effort you put into our home. But it’ll be nice to be a part of it. Take this opportunity to boss me around, babe. It doesn’t happen often.”

“Oh, I can think of plenty of times I boss you, James.” she said, keeping her gaze on the television.

She always looked so sweet but Bucky knew the feisty little firecracker that resided behind all that holiday cheer.

He chose to save his response for later… when Bruno was in his bed and they were in theirs.

“But I’ll take care of Bruno.” she continued. “I agreed. Not you. It’s my responsibility.”

“We’ll call it even for him rescuing the love of my life.” Bucky said. “Besides, consider it a trial run on the dog idea.”

“Yeah, but.”

“Baby, I’m not taking no for an answer here.” he said before furrowing his brows. “Despite how creepy that just sounded. Does anyone listen when they say things like that? That sounded very-”

“Assaulty? Stalkery?” she supplied.

“Yeah.” he said. “Babe, that’s not how-”

“Oh, can it, Barnes.” she laughed. “I know you would never. You’ve literally changed my shirt for me when I was too drunk to function and puked on myself. Yet, you kept your eyes closed and still asked for consent over and over. Despite the fact that you have seen me naked plenty of times before.”

“Well, babe, I just-”

“I know and I love you for it.”

“You shouldn’t love me for basic human kindness.”

“I don’t.” she said. “I love you because you acknowledge that basic human kindness is something that is sometimes very lacking in the world. I know that you understand that better than most on levels that most couldn’t even come close to in their deepest, darkest nightmares. I love YOU, Bucky. And I know that who you are is so true because despite all of the horrible things that have happened in your life… that little light? That little light still shines and that’s you. That’s my Bucky Bear.”

“I love you, Babydoll. Merry Christmas.”

“I love you, Bucky Bear. Merry Christmas.”

And the house was warm and full of contentment with the lovers cuddled close, ornaments twinkling in the firelight and a hound peacefully laying at their feet.

A Merry Christmas it was.

…….

Hello, loves! I hope you enjoy this holiday content!

Hope ya’ll are having a great day!

Love you.

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jerzwriter · 2 months ago

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Thank you to @snoopdogcone for this ask. For @choicesprompts Flufftober event: Drunken confessions. This is a follow-up (of sorts) to Edenbrook Mysteries: The Secret Admirer

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Characters: Tobias Carrick & Ethan Ramsey Rating: Teen Words: 751 Summary: Tobias & Ethan remain behind at the bar after a retirement party ends, and Tobias has some news to share.

A/N: Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge Laughter & warm hugs.

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The crowd at the dimly lit bar had thinned out, and the raucous laughter that had filled the air just hours before had been replaced with the soothing sounds of a jazz trio and ambient chatter. But as Ethan and Tobias were about to make clear, the reasons to celebrate this evening were far from over. With car service lined up, they ordered another round despite their dubious state.

“I still can’t believe Dr. Santos is... retiring,” Ethan slurred, raising his glass to his colleague. “The man’s in his prime!”

"In his prime?" Tobias chuckled, though nothing funny had been said. “The man’s old as dirt.”

“He’s seventy-three!” Ethan replied, looking offended.

“Right,” Tobias smirked, sipping his whisky. “Practically a schoolboy.”

“Speaking of schoolboys,” Ethan nudged. “I heard you have some competition! Has Connor stopped laying it on thick with Casey?”

Tobias snorted. “Oh, yeah! My 10-year-old romantic rival? I’m taking that kid down, don’t you worry.”

“Do you expect me to be impressed?” Ethan teased. “You can one-up a fourth-grader. What are you going to do? Distract him with Fortnite?”

Tobias shook his head, giggling in a way that only occurred when he had a few too many. “Nope,” he said, leaning into Ethan. “I’m doing something BIGGER. WAY bigger. And I need you to do it.”

Ethan quirked an eyebrow. “Are you propositioning me, Carrick?”

Tobias laughed so hard he almost spilled his drink. “You fucking wish! No! I’m not propositioning you, Ethan. But... there is a question involved.”

“Well, in advance, you’re not my type,” Ethan deadpanned.

“Well, I will be on Saturday,” Tobias brimmed with excitement. “Because I need your help. I’m going ring shopping... for Casey, and I want you to come along with me.”

Ethan’s eyes went wide, and it felt like he sobered right up. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” Tobias said, his voice more level. “I’m proposing to Casey, and you’re the first to know.”

Ethan broke into a smile. “You haven’t even told your mother? She’ll kill me if she finds out I knew before her!”

“Don’t worry,” Tobias chuckled with a pat on his friend’s back. “I’ll protect you... I need a best man, after all.”

Ethan turned toward Tobias, his face softened. “Your best man? Me?”

“Yeah,” Tobias grinned. “You were like a brother to me for a long time... and I think we’ve gotten back to that... in large part because of Casey, it only seems right.”

“I... I don’t know what to say,” Ethan muttered.

“Say yes! Just like I hope Casey will,” Tobias laughed.

“Of course, yes!” Ethan grinned, reaching out to shake Tobias’s hand.

“None of that handshake crap,” Tobias scoffed, pulling him into a hug. “This is bro-hug territory, buddy.”

“God, you’re insufferable,” Ethan muttered, but it didn't stop him from hugging.

“Goddamn! Tobias Carrick proposing, and hell hasn’t even frozen over!”

“Yeah, well, that’s probably due to global warming,” Tobias grinned. “But you’ve got to admit, I’ve changed.”

“Because Casey’s a miracle worker, in and out of the hospital,” Ethan smiled. “She made an honest man out of you, after all!”

“She’s the best,” Tobias said softly, his smile tender. “I love her, Ethan. More than I thought possible.”

A slow grin spread over Ethan’s face. “So, Saturday. What do you need me for? Moral support? Picking out engagement rings isn’t something I have a lot of experience with.”

“And I do,” Tobias laughed. “If I’m going to be a bumbling idiot, I want you to be by my side... being a bigger bumbling idiot.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Anytime,” Tobias grinned. “Regardless, it’s going to be a great day!”

“It will be. Hey, Bartender!” Ethan called out with a wicked grin. “Another round! My friend’s getting married!”

Tobias laughed, waving him off. “You know what? Maybe we’re done with that part of the night. Besides, she has to say yes first.”

“Do you think there’s any doubt of that?” Ethan asked.

Tobias shrugged, flashing a grin. “Nah. I mean... look at this. How could she resist?”

“Aaand, there’s the Carrick we all know,” Ethan teased.

When they stumbled out of the bar, it felt like they were back in med school. Their laughter barrelled down Boston’s dark streets as if the years of troubles between them had all but washed away. Having Casey in his life was the best thing that ever happened to Tobias; he’d never deny that. But Ethan being his best friend again? It was a pretty darn close second.

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featherwurm · 2 months ago

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Tav, Dem (@joasakura), and Karlach are all meathead buddies at the gym in the Modern AU - Tav and Dem have known each other long enough that gently harassing each other is the norm. Just another day at the gym for these three, followed up with hamburgers and milkshakes at the diner for lunch.

Dem can lift a lot more than Tav, so Karlach is spotting. Tav is providing "Moral Support" (other things she calls him while helping include; Golden Boy, Cotton Candy, 10c Carnival Ride, Sparkles, and Dem-naught.) This isn't her usual approach at work but sometimes you just gotta rib your friends.

Tav is also never EVER going to let him live down fucking multiple politicians in the past, but it's mocking done with friendly concern and pure personal vitriol; "A dozen used car dealerships across the lower city and you have to fuck a politician? Come Onnnnn. Go on a test drive and fuck a guy in an ugly tie in the back of a camero with a bad alternator like the gods intended - what is it just too low stakes schmoozing?"

(His shirt says "Bear Toy" like Boy Toy but his boyfriend is Halsin, you see.)

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donationwayne · 4 months ago

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here's my confession (I'm kind of hooked on you)

Pairing: Buddie || 6.5k/109k || Chapter 1/19 ||

Hello, I participated in @118bigbang !! This is the first chapter (I'll be dropping the rest through the month). I'm so excited to finally be sharing this fic with everyone, I've worked so hard!!! Lots of moral support from my friends in the Buddie Enablers Anonymous discord <3

This is also lovingly entitled: DILF EDDIE

Summary:

Buck is forced to go on a temporary medical leave after getting crushed by a flight of stairs. In the meantime, he works at dispatch while he recovers. One evening after work, Buck hooks up with a mysterious, hot, family oriented DILF. The following morning he’s mortified and a little love sick after discovering said hook-up aka Eddie Diaz is the newest (temporary) firefighter liaison--poached from a house in El Paso, Texas. Buck navigates becoming best friends and eventually work partners with his ex-hookup. In the meantime, he desperately tries not to fall in love. He fails.

Cue: An adorable five year old, prank wars, gay offs, break room gossip, a fake dating plot, firefighting shenanigans, a packed summer of PTA responsibilities, karaoke, and copious amounts of cupcakes and thai food

tldr: the hot dilf from the bar is my new work partner ______

SNIP:

“Bobby invited us for lunch. Athena’s getting me out of the apartment and making me walk around like a dog who needs to get its energy out.” Buck explains earning a huff of amusement from Athena. Hen smacks him lightly for his mock petulant tone.

Without being asked, Hen loops her arm around his waist and helps him tackle the stairs. Buck lets out a slow breath, seeing firsthand that absolutely nothing has changed during his month and a half away from the team soothes him. Bobby is in the kitchen with Chimney who is pestering him incessantly. The sight makes his chest ache because he never wants to lose these people. They felt more like family than his own ever had growing up. In such a short amount of time they’d come to know each other so deeply, they've already been through so much—especially after Chimney had his incident with the wreck and the rebar. He was barely back from his own medical leave before Buck had his own incident.

Although Bobby nagged him for weeks, Buck opted for a tiny graduation celebration. At the time, he hadn’t known how to explain to Bobby that there was no one outside of his tiny circle of friends to invite. Now Athena knows though, and he needs to make a mental note to ask if she could keep their conversation between the two of them. He doesn’t want to change the way his friends see him, and he doesn't want pity. He’s worried this new information might be a little too on the nose.

“What’s new with you, Buckley?” Chimney calls across the room, smiling and waving. “How you healing up?” Buck slides into a seat at the dining table, and Bobby, Chim, and Hen turn their full attention onto him.

“I’m healing alright. They’ve still got me on track for a return after six months. I’ll be able to walk without the crutch before too long, my ribs should be healed in a couple of weeks. Then I’ll just have PT to contend with, because of the leg strain and the fracture, my trainer says it might be tenuous, so I have that to look forward to at least.”

“It’ll be here in no time,” Chimney promised. “You just need to get a hobby. You’re lacking in those. Maybe I could make you a list of movies, you’re tragically behind on pop culture.”

“Actually, I've accepted a temporary position at dispatch,” Buck admits. Bobby beams, and Buck barely restrains a groan.

“Yes, I finally caved.” Buck tells him, although he didn’t ask. “Athena took me to visit today.”

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ahamkara-apologist · 3 days ago

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you're so right fr. there are so many incredibly written female characters in d2 but there's a mere insignificant pittance of fanworks around them. as a day 1 failsafe lover it drives me nuts how little people seem to care about her. like. maybe bungie was right the fanbase doesn't even see her. and Ada? Ana bray? Elsie? even Eris or ikora? they may as well not exist for how the fandom treats them. but crow is a twink (twunk?) so yknow

A Failsafe stan omg...I'm so sorry my liege you're in the fucking trenches and have my deepest sympathy. I remember when Echoes came out people were like 'eugh Failsafe's humour didn't age well' and I was like...buddy. Failsafe is fucking hilarious. The fact that people were complaining about her humour as if Cayde wasn't the personification of annoying 2014 funnyman is fucking insane to me. I'm convinced that the only reason why Cayde's humour isn't cringe to them while Failsafe and Nimbus's jokes are is bc Cayde is perceived as a cis straight man to the gamerbros (even if there's not a snowflake's chance in hell he is, and robots are inherently trans) while they aren't. And the other girls? Whatever. Practically don't exist as far as fandom is concerned. Again, the fact that Revenant has Eramis as one of the main players in the plot- a nuanced, morally grey old grouch- and yet there is almost NO fan content on her ain't just because Bungie's quality has been piledrived into the ground. It's because she's a woman and a lesbian and thus everything that SHE does is awful and annoying and irrational and hypocritical, when you KNOW that if she were a man, nobody would give a fuck. It would all be 'oooh babygirl I love his dramatic ass' and shit with people crying over how tragic 'he' is and whatnot. But bc Eramis isn't some conventionally attractive twink, it's just radio silence out here. Meanwhile Crow is just a member of the supporting cast, and yet almost all the fanart and fanworks seem to feature him. It's a goddamn travesty, and I'm saying that as someone who likes Crow!

You're wrong on one account tho, and it's that Eris DOES exist to the fandom- but only if it's in ship content with Drifter. Nothing else. Though half the time she's not even acting like Eris bc a lot of shippers seem to think that they're 'fixing' each other instead of bonding over ways to do batshit insane bs in their free time. All her other significant relationships? Out the window. Gotta pare them down to an enemies to lovers trope where slurs are seen as cute. Which is insane to me bc like...the thing that makes Drifter and her relationship great is the fact that they're both freaks, and yet many people seem to want them to fit the parameters of a normal relationship. Like my sister in the light those are two new guys at this point

#i personally dont care for the brays but thats bc they just bore me #minus rasputin and felwinter. but thats bc theyre ais #but like thats entirely bc of clovis proximity poisoning i think. their storylines are fun and then He shows up #anon #reply #eris/ikora oughhh....#save me eris/ikora #also on the topic of ikora: i rlly want more of her and osiris and her and misraaks and the nothing makes me sad #like pls theyre so interesting #i want a whole ikora arc stat

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total-drama-brainrot · 8 months ago

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When my cat is misbehaving, I threaten to give her hugs and kisses, until she runs and hides, so... TD Noah AU, where the ONLY thing that can truly scare Noah is getting hugged, kissed and shown affection in public... When Noah tries to skip the dodgeball challenge, Owen (his best friend) playfully threatens to cuddle Noah on the sidelines, unless Noah helps the team... Noah quickly agrees to help with a grumpy blush on his face... Alejandro thinks that this fact is hilarious! 😸

I can see this. Noah's got a reputation to uphold, after all. A reputation of being an insufferable know-it-all asshole, sure, but it's a reputation none the less. Letting people know that he likes being hugged? Mortifying. His worst fear- it goes against His Brand™.

Him being afraid of PDA, platonic romantic or otherwise, is a pretty funny idea when you consider the fact that his best friend Owen is more-or-less infamous for dragging people into his arms at the drop of a dime. He lives under the constant threat of an Owen-brand hug attack, anywhere, anytime, and that fact terrifies him.

Actually, in this scenario, I think Owen would be a little more conservative with his clinginess concerning Noah - he's not that inconsiderate, and he'd know that Noah's not a fan of public affection (but secretly just as much of a hugger as he is). Not that he's be any less tactile, he'd just be quicker to apologise for unthinkingly showing his best buddy his affections.

To bring it back to the Dodgebrawl episode:

By this point in the series, Noah and Owen have shared a cabin for (assumedly) six nights and had around a week to build their friendship. They're not as close as they are in World Tour, but that's more than enough time for Noah to know about Owen's cuddliness and, in turn, for Owen to know about Noah's physical evasiveness.

But, at this point I think Owen would be under the impression that Noah's entirely touch averse as opposed to just PDA averse. It's during this challenge that his initial assumption starts to shift towards the truth.

Owen notices that Noah's refusal to participate is getting him some negative attention from the rest of the team, and in a moment of quick thinking volunteers himself as the next person to sit out before Noah can make his "keeners" comment. Noah's a little ticked off by this, and tries to argue that Owen would be a more useful team member then him, but Owen comments something about Noah needing to get some team spirit via "motivational hugs" (or something along those lines) and suddenly Noah is very much okay with not going anywhere near Owen or the benches.

Curiously, Owen notices, Noah hesitates at his offer for a hug. For a moment he looked almost considerate, before his face flushes with embarrassment (which he staunchly denies afterwards, since Noah's adamant that he doesn't get embarrassed) and he vehemently denies needing one, quickly resigning himself to actually helping the team instead. It's just enough to get the cogs turning in Owen's mind; apparently, hugs work as negative reinforcement for Noah.

Owen's more than happy to abuse this fact to prompt Noah into actually trying during challenges. Talent show? Owen subtly threatens to hug Noah unless he, at the very least, tries to showcase a talent. Phobia Factor? Owen offers moral support via affection to motivate Noah into facing his phobia (whatever it may be) and the threat of being publicly coddled is enough to have Noah disregard his fear entirely and complete the challenge. Ect ect.

Owen has his suspicions, but things aren't cleared up for him until after Island is over and done with. Wherein Owen confronts Noah about the quirk he's pick up on, and Noah- now reassured that his every action isn't being recorded and potentially broadcast for the world to see- admits that he actually kind of likes being hugged, but doesn't like public displays of affection. It's a secret he'd only share with his best friend. So Owen promises to keep quiet about it (which as we all know isn't something Owen's very good at, but he tries his best) and resolves to save the majority of his tactile-ness for when they're in private.

Leading to World Tour, where Owen utilises this same trick he used in Island to have Noah pull his weight on the team. Like he's a border collie wrangling the world's grumpiest sheep.

Alejandro's quick to pick up on this repeated exchange, and quicker to connect the dots. Somehow, the threat of affection seems to motivate their laziest team mate into picking up his slack; of course he too takes advantage of this fact.

Noah, understandably, is pretty pissed off that two of his team members are now using his completely rational aversion towards PDA against him, and eventually snaps.

If it's Owen who tests his last line of patience, Noah would be a little more considerate in his confrontation. He'd ask why Owen's so intent on trying to smother him to death with hugs (especially when he knows that Noah doesn't like the public aspect of it), to which Owen would sheepishly answer that, whilst he's always been a pretty physically affectionate guy, he's also been using the threat of cuddles to motivate Noah into trying his best. Noah would be torn between being genuinely impressed by Owen's cunning and absolutely mortified that he's been playing into his best friend's scheme for so long. And Owen would reassure him that there's nothing for him to be embarrassed about and that he knows that Noah's "afraid of PDA" and Noah would outright deny that accusation because he's not afraid of PDA, that's absurd, he's just reasonably against it.

To which Owen would challenge him into proving he's not afraid, because he's a little shit who's intentionally tricking his best friend into giving him a goddamn hug. Which works, of course, since Noah's pretty prideful and wouldn't take an attack against his ego sitting down (which is something we see in his boy kissing denials in Haute Camp-ture), so Noah ends up being the one to initiate a hug with his chubby buddy. And Owen takes the opportunity to literally smother him in affection, and Noah quickly forgets his hesitance in his enjoyment of Owen-brand cuddles, at least until someone else walks in on the display and comments on the novelty of Noah actually letting someone else touch him.

The scene can play out however you want from there.

If it's Alejandro who breaks Noah's last straw the confrontation would be a little less cordial , Since Noah and Owen already have an understanding between them, whilst Alejandro just sort of jumped on the band wagon as he saw fit. Noah wouldn't appreciate the sudden change in behaviour and he's sharp enough to know exactly what Alejandro's playing at too- that is, using Noah's obvious aversion to PDA against him. It's a coin toss as to whether Noah figures out that both Owen and Alejandro are playing him, or if he just thinks that Alejandro is being a dick for the sake of, well, being a dick.

In this scenario, I imagine Noah either recoiling away from Alejandro trying to do something that just pushes the boundary between casual and overly friendly, like a one-armed hug or trying to hold his hand, and/or outright punching him away. Because he's not about that energy, and Alejandro's been testing both his boundaries and his patience for far too long.

So Noah would put his foot down, demanding to know why Alejandro keeps being so tactile with him. And Alejandro would in turn explain that he's just a touchy person, since he's shown a tendency for such in his many flirting attempts, and Noah would immediately call his bullshit because he knows that Alejandro only ever gets up close and personal with other people when he's trying to seduce them and- wait.

Is Alejandro trying to seduce him?

To which Alejandro immediately denies, because that really wasn't his intention at all, he was just utilizing Noah's avoidance towards physical touch to motivate him into being a better teammate- and he's just admitted his (and Owen's) whole scheme to the guy himself. As a result Noah is even more upset; not only is Alejandro making him uncomfortable, but he's knowingly doing so. As a strategy for the competition they're in.

Again, a small part of him is astounded by the play, but for the most part Noah's just incredibly pissed off. Alejandro tries to mitigate the situation by turning the absurdity on it back at Noah; why is he so against something as negligible as human contact? His prickliness is a detriment to himself and their team, Alejandro's simply doing him a favour by getting him accustomed to others' proximity. Is Noah really that scared of a hug?

And again, it plays out like the Owen situation where Noah denies being scared at all, because he's far too prideful for his own good, and Alejandro challenges him into letting himself be held and not punching him again because Alejandro is also too prideful for his own good and sees Noah's constant rejection of him as a direct insult to his charm.

Cue a scene where Noah irately subjects himself to actually hugging Alejandro as petulantly as possible, only for his secret love of physical affection to get the better of him.

Alejandro is surprised, to say the least, when the stiff and uncooperative form of Noah seems to melt in his arms after a few moments of their spite-fuelled hug. Thus Alejandro becomes the next victim of the Noahla Bear- a creature hellbent on trapping others in his vice-like embrace.

(And as a treat, maybe add in some touch-starved Alejandro here? Who's torn between the internal battle of "I should be doing something productive with this free time, not letting the resident twink cuddle me to death" and "yeah, but have you considered the fact that you've never felt this safe and secure in someone else's arms since you weren't held as a child?")

#lots of hugging happening in my inbox for some reason #odd but i guess it's cute so i'm not complaining #anon's so right about noah being a grumpy cat who runs away at the first sign of affection #kin assigning Miette to noah so i can make characters kick him like the football #total drama #td noah #td owen #td alejandro #nowen #alenoah #others' ideas #replies #kinda drafty in here (posts from the drafts)#💡 anon

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generalllimaginesss · 11 months ago

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I would like to apologize for the amount of time this took to write lmao. I couldn’t find a good stopping point and got overwhelmed with how I would finish this part, but at least there will be a part 4 in the foreseeable future. I’m working on some headcannons for Hattie so we can get to know her a bit more!

Thanks for reading!!

No Expectations

“Jack, I need your moral support. Please come here now,” Hatton’s hands threatened to begin sweating with the amount of anxiety that was coursing through her body. She had her MacBook out, the cursor hovering above the attachment that Trevor had sent her. She didn’t know why she was so nervous, but she knew that Jack would bring her back to earth.

“Sure, Hattie. Let me drop everything I’m doing and come at your beckon call. There’s literally nothing more in the entire world that I would want to do right now,” Sarcasm laced Jack’s words.

“Attitude Mister. Check it now,” Hatton quickly brought it to his attention.

“Sorry, I’m just trying to make sure I have everything packed to go back to Jersey. Luke is coming over tonight and I want to check his stuff and make sure he’s ready to go. When do I need to come over?” Jack was rustling through some papers as he held his phone to his ear with his shoulder.

“Now?” Hatton put her innocent voice on, knowing Jack could never say no to her.

“Hattie, you better be glad that you’re my best friend in the world,” Jack sighed as he laid the papers down.

“Thank you, Jacky boy,” Hatton smiled.

About 20 minutes passed when she heard the front door open and close, followed by footsteps that skipped up the stairs. Jack pushed open Hatton’s door and plopped down beside her on the bed.

“What’s up,” he asked, pulling out his phone to keep him occupied.

“Trevor sent me a PowerPoint on why he would be a good boyfriend. I don’t know why I’m nervous, but I am and I need your company here,” Hatton explained as she fiddled with the rings on her hand.

“You couldn’t just FaceTime me with this?” Jack groaned. This whole ordeal gave Jack flashbacks of their middle school days of romance.

“Jack, this is my future we’re talking about. What if he’s the one? What if I say yes to be his girlfriend? What if we get married and have kids and finally get a happily ever after?” Hatton was serious, but Jack was trying not to laugh.

“You realize, like, 2 months ago you didn’t like him…” Jack smirked, but was met with an unamused look from Hatton.

“3, 2, 1,” Hatton took a deep breath and clicked the attachment. She clicked the ‘present’ button and began to read the slides.

“Ok, I actually want to see these,” Jack admitted as he scooted closer to Hatton and read the slides.

“I will buy you flowers when you least expect it,” Hatton laughed, “Because that’s boyfriend material.”

“I have a dog?” Hatton was getting upset. She wanted him to take this seriously, but he’s giving her these lame reasons? Actually, the dog isn’t lame, but basing an entire relationship on one is.

“Uh oh, here’s the mushy ones,” Jack announced as he clicked to the next slide.

Hatton’s eyes scanned the slide.

“Every time I look at you it gets harder to breathe. You’re quite literally breathtaking and I’ll remind you that every single day,” Hatton could feel the heat in her cheeks rise.

“That’s gross,” Jack fake gagged, but stopped when Hatton gave him a look.

“Every time your name pops up on my phone (which isn’t much, but still…) my heart races a little,” Hatton began sporting a smile.

“I know that Jack Hughes will always be by your side (hi buddy) and that would be the closest I could get to be his brother. I’ve already asked Quinn to marry me and he told me to fuck off,” The slide caused a rupture of laughter that filled the entire room.

“He’s got a point,” Jack chuckled.

“Every time I picture my future, at least for the last 3 years until now, I always picture you in it. I’d like you to be more than a friend, and I’d love for you to give me a chance to prove that I can love you the way you deserve,” Hatton couldn’t shake the smile off of her face even if she wanted to.

“I would’ve bullied him in high school for this,” Jack shook his head and leaned back into the pillows, pulling his phone out to go through his Snapchat.

A link on the last slide caught Hatton’s attention, but she managed to read the text that sat above it.

“Here’s a plane ticket. If I convinced you to allow me to be your boyfriend, I’d love to see you and keep explaining how I can be your boyfriend while being thousands of miles away,” Jack squealed as he watched Hatton open the link to the plane tickets.

Sure enough, there was a ticket for first class from Detroit to Anaheim that was a week away.

Jack kept glancing between the ticket and Hatton while she just sat there staring at the computer screen.

“It’s not going to disappear if you look away you know,” Jack poked her in her side, resulting in an elbow to his stomach.

“I don’t know what to do. I mean, I guess I could skip school for the week. I could do my assignments online,” Hatton wasn’t talking to Jack in particular, but more so thinking out loud. Jack didn’t seem to pick up on that memo though.

“I’m no genius by any means, but it sounds like you do know what to do,” Jack raised his eyebrows at the girl sitting beside him. She couldn’t be annoyed with Jack because he was right. She wanted to jump on that flight. Hell, she’d probably jump on a flight sooner if possible, but she didn’t want to begin this relationship with being so spontaneous.

“When do you leave for Jersey?” Hatton turned to face Jack, quickly changing the subject, but eager to know the answer.

“Um, 6 in the morning,” He scratched the back of his neck, preparing for a lecture of why he should’ve told her he was leaving sooner.

“Jack Hughes, what the hell?!” She pushed at him, hoping to push him off the bed, but he barely budged.

“I probably would’ve told you sooner….actually I shouldn’t lie I probably wouldn’t have. In my defense, I did tell you I was busy before I got here,” he pointed out, but it didn’t fix Hatton’s frustration.

“Yeah, but you failed to mention that you’ll be leaving in less than 24 hours, dumbass,” she thumped him on his ears, eliciting a wince from him.

“I was going to come over tonight to tell you bye,” he grumbled, but Hatton just rolled her eyes.

“I’m FaceTiming you when I get there,” Hatton announced.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he patted her leg as he began to stand up.

“Wanna come help me finish packing?” He knew she wouldn’t say no to his request.

“I guess I could,” Hatton played as if it was even a thought that she wouldn’t.

Because he was leaving in the morning, they took separate vehicles back to his house, so Hatton just planned on spending the night, wanting to spend as much time with her best friend as possible before hockey stole him back.

….

The next week passed painfully slow as Hatton had said goodbye to all of her boys. She had friends that were girls, but none that she trusted as much as Jack, Turcs, Cole, or Quinn. Maybe Trevor, too.

The boys just made life interesting. They weren’t full of drama, and everyday was some sort of adventure. She missed them a lot when they were gone, so to think that she would get to see Trevor, and possibly Alex, gave her something to look forward to.

She appreciated the gesture of the plane ticket from Trevor, but what the hell was he thinking with a 7:00 am flight? There was an hour drive from her to the airport, and she had to be there at least 2 hours prior so that she wouldn’t be an anxious mess. And that leads her to now, lugging her bag from her room to her car and making the drive to Detroit.

The drive wasn’t terrible, but Hatton had to stop for coffee so that she wouldn’t fall asleep behind the wheel. The traffic was steadily getting worse as she made her way to the airport parking, though. She went through TSA and checked her bag groggily, the sleep not too distant from the night before.

Once Hatton was awake enough to be aware of her surroundings, she knew she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, even if the flight was four and a half hours. A shaken espresso from Starbucks would do the trick to give her enough energy to get through the travel day without catching an attitude with somebody.

After grabbing her coffee and finding a corner to read one of her books, the intercom finally came on, announcing that her flight was boarding first class. She grabbed her backpack and book and made her way to her seat next to the window.

The book she was reading seemed to speed up the flight, the one and only time she glanced at her watch and there was only an hour left until they landed. She spent the last hour watching outside of the window, taking a few pictures, and just thinking about what this next week could lead to.

That was great, until she thought about the fact that she hadn’t even talked to Trevor to let him know she was coming. She couldn’t text him, so she just had to wait until the plane landed, mentally kicking herself for forgetting such a major detail for the day.

The plane landed and everybody deboarded. Hatton quickly grabbed her suitcase from the baggage claim and tried to find a place outside to make a quick call to Trevor.

As she pressed his number to call him, she heard a phone ringing behind her. Confusion swept over her as she turned around to see the tan skinned, wind-swept hair that Trevor wore so well. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and smile when he smirked at her.

“Let me guess…Jack?” She knew that Jack couldn’t keep his fat mouth shut even if he wanted to, but for once it turned out in her favor.

“Did you really think he wouldn’t tell me that you were coming? Which brings me to my next question, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He grabbed the suitcase from her and walked her to where his car was parked, all the while taking in how she could possibly be as beautiful as she was right now after traveling all day.

“I’ll be honest, I completely forgot to. I don’t really have a good excuse,” She admitted. She placed her backpack into his backseat, but Trevor wouldn’t let her grab the door to get into the front because he had to.

“Thank you,” Hatton smiled up at him and waited for him to get in so they could drive away.

The drive wasn’t long, mostly filled with a few road rage moments for Trevor along with small talk to fill the silence. They pulled up to the house that Trevor called home. He wished that Hatton had come a year ago, that way she could’ve experienced life with him and Jamie, but he was sure his friend would make an appearance at some point while Hatton was here.

“Wow, you’re house is really pretty,” Hatton commented while unbuckling and grabbing her backpack from the backseat. Trevor grabbed her suitcase and they made their way inside.

Trevor smiled, a blush rising onto his cheeks, as he shrugged his shoulders.

“I have a couple of extra rooms that you can choose from. You could always just room with me, though,” he smirked and threw her a wink.

“And there’s the Trevor I know,” Hatton chuckled as Trevor began to show her around the house. A part of her wanted to just stay in the same room as Trevor, but she’d be here for a week, so they would have plenty of time to make rooming changes if need be.

Trevor let Hatton unpack by herself, giving her some time to decompress on her own from traveling all day. He had planned for the first day to be less action packed so that the two would be rested for his game day tomorrow.

“Okay, I think I’m unpacked,” Hatton breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down on his couch, momentarily closing her eyes as she was realizing that it would just be him and her sleeping here for the entire week. It was never just the two of them, there was always somebody else with them, even if it was just Jack.

“So, I have some pretty cool things planned for the week, but I figured we take it easy today…that ok?” Trevor plopped down in a recliner beside the couch.

“Yeah, sounds good,” Hatton kicked her shoes off and tucked her feet beneath her, making herself more comfortable.

“Um, I know this conversation is just going to be awkward no matter when we have it, but seeing as you’re hear you saw my reasons why I think we could work out,” Trevor watched as Hatton nodded her head, urging him to continue with the conversation.

“Yeah, speaking of, where’s your dog?”

“He’s getting a bath. We can go pick him up in a little while. Back to what I was saying....I just feel like I need to say some things in person so we can just completely clear the air about how we feel about each other,” Trevor was just going to rip the bandaid off and get everything out of his system. He's had ample time to think about what to say to Hatton, but none of it sounded good enough now that she was sitting so close to him, just the two of them. He let his heart go on autopilot, deciding that may be the best way to go about this.

“You obviously know I like you. Like a lot. But, um," Trevor stuttered as he rubbed his arm, subconciously trying to ease the anxiety that seemed to peak when he tried to take about his feelings. That was something about Trevor that only a select few knew; Trevor loved attention, but he avoided showing his true feelings at all costs. He would rather just make everybody around him smile or laugh than let them in on how he feels.

"Hattie, you mean the world to me. You meant the world to me when I knew you couldn't stand me, and you mean the world to me now that you've traveled this far and you're sitting right here," The words were flowing from his mouth, reaching Hatton and wrapping around her heart like a ribbon on a gift.

Hatton could feel her cheeks go rosy, not caring if Trevor noticed or not. She listened to each word that left his lips as if they were a raft that could save her from drowning from confusion. Because that's what Hatton felt most of the time: confused. Why did he feel like this towards her? Could she really let herself be in a relationship with him? Let him see the most vulnerable parts of her that very few were lucky enough to know about?

"You told me I needed to figure out how to make a long distance relationship work, so that's what I've been doing. I've talked to some buddies that have been in a long distance relationship and they gave me some words of advice. Long distance can't, and won't, work if we both don't work on it. I can tell you when I'm free from practice and games so that we could FaceTime or text or something. I'm willing to pay for your travel when you come here, and I swear I will make time each month to come see you as well. Even if it's for short periods of time. I really want this with you. More than anything, more than the fucking Stanley Cup, Hatton," Trevor chuckled, but he was completely serious. If hockey didn't pay his bills, then he'd drop everything to be with her.

"You must want me lot," Hatton grinned, teasing him.

"You have no idea," Trevor sighed, returning her grin.

"Ok. You have to ask me to be your girlfriend, though," Hatton's upside down smile was plastered on her face as she watched Zegras process what she just said.

"Wha- so that's a yes?" He could hardly form words because of the excitement that was running rampant in his head. His heart was working overtime.

"Did you ask me?" Hatton raised her eyebrows inquisitively, waiting for him to ask her the question that would start their future.

"Hatton Carlisle, would you do the absolute honor of being my beautiful, loving, caring girlfriend," Trevor was being a bit dramatic, but he didn't care because it made Hatton giggle.

"I would love to, Trevor Zegras," Hatton smiled.

Trevor got up from the recliner he was in and walked the two steps it took to get to Hatton. He cupped her face in his hands, taking a few seconds to take in her features, and placed a passionate kiss on her lips. The kiss saying everything that Trevor might have left out when previously discussing his feelings for Hattie. Hatton's fingers immediately grasped for his hair, slightly pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Trevor took this as an opportunity to place himself between her legs, supporting his weight by placing one hand on the arm of the couch while the other was still cupping her cheek, his thumb caressing her smooth, rosy pink cheek.

Before things went too far, Trevor broke the kiss.

"We've got all week to show each other how much we like each other. We've got about 30 minutes to go pick up Louis," He chuckled, tucking a piece of Hatton's hair behind her ear.

The two loaded up into Trevor's car to go pick up Louis.

All that Hatton could think about was that Trevor wasn't just the annoying third wheel of her's and Jack's friendship anymore. He wasn't the one that pushed her buttons constantly, or made her question her sanity. He was her boyfriend.

Her phone ringing interrupted the comfortable silence in the car. Of course it was Jack.

"Bitch, did you not tell me you would call me when you got to Anaheim? I can't exactly help you when your literally on the other side of the country from me," Jack was yelling from somewhere off screen, but there was no way Trevor and Hatton couldn't hear him. His voice echoed all throughout his apartment.

"Sorry, bud. We've got some exciting news though," Hatton smiled.

As soon as she said that, Jack's face popped up on the phone, "Is my boyfriend there?"

"You mean my boyfriend?" Hatton smiled, knowing that Jack would have something to say about her statement.

"No fucking way..." Jack wore a grin as big as the sky, giving the Cheshire Cat a run for his money, "Let me see our boyfriend!"

"Jacky! My man, what's going on?" Trevor glanced at the phone before returning his attention on the road.

"It's about time. I'm telling Cole and Alex," And with that he hung up.

The two laughed, Trevor interlocking their hands. He couldn't believe that she actually agreed to be his girlfriend. It felt surreal, 3 years of pining after her and it all paid off.

"I'm glad you're here, Hatton," Trevor smiled.

"I'm glad I'm here too, Z," She gave his hand a squeeze. This week just might be one of the best weeks of their lives so far.

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That night Hatton decided to sleep in a bed by herself, not quite comfortable with being completely vulnerable with Trevor quite yet. She tossed and turned all night long, replaying the day in her head over and over again. The sudden feelings she had developed for Trevor scared her, quite honestly. If she was capable of falling that hard that quickly, how much more control over her could Trevor have?

Before she knew it, the sun was peeking through a tiny sliver of the blackout curtains in her room. Like usual, there was no way she would be able to go back to sleep now. Her natural timer prohibited it. It made her feel a little better though when she heard a door open and the pitter patter of paws, followed along with what had to be Trevor's footsteps. She could hear him disarm the alarm system and open the back door.

Hatton decided that it would probably be rude of her to stay in bed all morning, so she stretched, tossing the covers off of her in the process. She put on a bra and brushed her teeth, but didn't bother doing anything else this early in the morning. If Trevor, for some odd reason, expected her to look like a model, he could suck it.

She put on a pair of slippers and made her way to the living room, quickly spotting Trevor sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs that circled a fire pit on the back porch, playing on his phone as Louis inspected the perimeter of the yard.

Before Hatton could even open the door, Louis somehow spotted her and began barking. Trevor quickly apologized as he picked him up and opened the back door for her.

"He's not aggressive, but he'll let me know when someone's here," Trevor chuckled as he scratched the dog behind the ears.

"No worries! When you're as cute as him you can get away with anything," Hatton gave the dog a pat on the head as she made herself comfortable on the couch that sat across from the chair that Trevor had previously been sitting in.

"Do you happen to have a coffee maker?" Hatton desperately needed caffeine. Now that she thought about it, she might have a caffeine addiction.

"I do not, actually. Jamie took it in the divorce," Trevor managed to say with a straight face, but furrowed eyebrows from Hatton gave away her confusion.

"Divorce?"

"Yeah, he moved out and had the balls to move down the street. He can be a bitch, but he's no threat to you," Trevor said so nonchalantly that Hatton couldn't tell if it was a joke or not.

"That's nice to know..." Hatton trailed off. The two sat enjoying the peace that the early morning exuded, watching Louis be Louis and occasionally mentioning something insignificant. A chill washed over Hatton, goosebumps quickly rising.

"So, I have a preseason game tonight, as you probably know. The game isn't until 5, but I do have a practice this morning if you want to tag along...," Trevor explained, hoping Hatton would want to come to the stadium.

"And what's in it for me?" Hatton was obviously going to support Trevor, but was it really Hatton if she didn't make him work for it?

"Well, that depends on what you're thinking of...if you want to go out to eat, there's plenty of places that will be open after the game. If you want to do something, Disney is literally like 5 minutes away and I have an off day tomorrow. If you're thinking a little alone time..." Trevor wiggled his eyebrows, but he was completely joking, unless Hatton wasn't. In that case he would definitely keep the offer on the table.

"Z, what if I actually said yes to the last option. What would you do?" Hatton chuckled as she spoke.

"Probably think somebody kidnapped the real Hattie and replaced her with whatever is sitting right here," Trevor rubbed the bottom of his chin, pretending to think about what he was saying.

"Disney tomorrow would be amazing," Hatton didn't even have to think about it. She adored Disney, the smell, the rides, it was one of her favorite things. She couldn't wait.

The two made their way inside to get dressed for the day, but not before a knock at Trevor's front door elicited a howl from Louis.

"I got it," Trevor announced, leaving Hatton alone in the kitchen while she poured a bowl of Lucky Charms.

She could hear somebody come through the front door, heading to the kitchen. Hattie could tell that Trevor was quietly chewing out whoever it was that he let in, but she couldn't quite make out what he was saying exactly.

"Trevor shut the fuck up. You never used this damn Keurig, anyway," A dark-haired, fair-skinned guy sat a black Keurig down on the counter adjacent to Hatton, not noticing there was a girl right next to him.

"Why do you even need-" As soon as the guy turned and caught a glimpse of Hatton, he knew exactly why Trevor blew his phone up asking about the stupid coffee maker.

"I think I might know who you are," Jamie sent an innocent smirk to the girl across from him.

"I think I might know who you are as well," Hatton giggled, connecting the dots as to the whole "divorce" thing that Trevor had mentioned.

"You must be the infamous Hattie. Trevor hasn't shut up about you for as long as I've known him," Jamie winked, chuckling when he saw Trevor giving him a death glare.

"You must be Trevor's ex in...some capacity. You didn't have to bring the coffee maker back. I could've run through Starbucks or Dunkin," Hatton rolled her eyes as she made eye contact with Trevor. He, in turn, shrugged his shoulders.

"It's no problem, I'll just make my morning coffee here and then we can carpool," Jamie popped in a coffee pod and started it for you.

"So how did Trevor mange to get you here? I thought you didn't like him..." Jamie waited patiently as the coffee poured into the mug he had placed underneath.

"She's my girlfriend now," Trevor interjected, immediately sending Hattie the biggest grin he could manage. He would never get tired of telling people that. He had worked hard to earn that title.

"Willingly? I don't normally judge people, but I'm judging a little bit," Jamie widened his eyes jokingly, causing Hatton to chuckle. He passed her the cup of coffee and began to make his.

"You know, I kinda feel the same way. He's a weirdo, but he's very convincing," Hatton could feel Trevor staring at her, but she just watched Jamie as he smiled.

"Yeah…you know I'm right here?" Trevor spoke up.

"Yeah, we know," Jamie nonchalantly said as he sipped his coffee.

Trevor rolled his eyes as he walked away towards his room to change into his outfit for the day, Hatton filing to her room shortly after to do the same.

As she ruffled through the articles of clothing that hung in the closet, she smiled. She was going into this week with an open mind and heart. No expectations, just experiences.

She was eager to see it all unfold.

#jack hughes #nhl imagine #trevor zegras #nhl fic #jack hughes imagines #quinn hughes #alex turcotte #cole caufield #nhl fanfiction #trevor zegras imagine #nhl x reader #trevor regras x reader #anaheim ducks #nico hischier #luke hughes #jamie drysdale #tz11 #@choppedlamphandscowboy

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trulybetty · 2 months ago

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october | 02 x apple scent

pairing: frankie x reader word count: 1,001 warnings: apples, meet-cutes, benny miller & as always unbeta'd summary: you and Frankie meet for the first time. ao3: linked

{ x. series masterlist }

author note: prompts are not in chronological order, the story is told throughout the life span of the relationship. once all are posted, I'll post a list of the prompts in chronological order.

02 x Apple Scent.

The smell of sticky toffee blended seamlessly with the scent of freshly picked apples, not too out of place given that it was an apple festival you’d been dragged to by Jess after work after being given little to no choice in the decision.

“You’ve got to try the apple pie! It’s to die for!” she’d exclaimed dragging you along the cobbled street. Lanterns hung overhead, casting a warm glow that matched the colours of the falling leaves. You tucked your hands deeper into your coat pockets, the crisp autumn air nipped at your cheeks.

“Remind me again why I’m here?” you asked, sidestepping a couple trying to share a caramel apple.

She shot you a sly grin, “Because you love me and want to offer moral support.”

“Translation: you need a wing woman in case things go south.”

“Details, details,” she laughed nudging you playfully with her elbow, “Besides, Benny’s bringing a friend. Maybe he’s cute!” she exclaimed, the excitement on her face as the realization of the possible meet-cute this could be evident all on her face.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile as she practically bounced beside you now, “You owe me!”

As you approached the source of the baked apple scent that had lulled you through the crowds. The pie stand, its booth in the shape of a glossy red apple, and its sweet aroma now only intensified its efforts in making your mouth water. Jess purchased two slices, handing one to you, “See? Worth it already,” she said taking a bite.

You took a tentative taste, letting out a groan as the warm apple filling melted on your tongue, “Okay, I’ll admit it, this is amazing.”

“With that kind of endorsement, I might have to try a slice for myself,” came a voice from behind Jess. You looked up from your paper plate to see Jess enveloped in a hug by a tall, blonde man with a charming grin, “I’m Benny,” he said settling Jess back on her feet, his blue eyes twinkling as he reached out his hand to you.

You shook his hand, amused by his enthusiasm as you told him your name, “Nice to finally meet you.”

“This here,” he said, gesturing to the man stepping up beside him, “is my buddy, Frankie. Frankie say hi!”

Frankie offered a small smile, his dark eyes warm beneath the worn baseball cap he wore. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you replied, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious and not entirely sure why.

Jess and Benny quickly fell into animated conversation, leaving you and Frankie following behind.

“So, enjoying the festival?” you asked in an attempt to break the silence.

“Not too bad for a festival themed solely on apples,” he laughed softly, the sound causing a flutter in your chest. “It’s my first time here.”

“Same,” you admitted, “Jess insisted that I had to experience it.”

He gave you a smile, “Benny can be persuasive too.”

An awkward pause settled between you.

“So,” you cleared your throat, “what do you do?” you ventured, sure Jess had mentioned something about Benny's work but struggling to remember exactly what it was.

He hesitated. “Military.”

“Really? What branch?”

“Army,” he said simply.

You nodded, “What do you do in the Army?” you asked, trying to prolong the conversation in the hope of staving off further awkwardness of the situation you both found yourselves in.

“Nothing too exciting,” he shrugged. “Just logistics.”

Before you could ask more, Benny turned around having overheard your conversation. “Don't let him fool you! There's not a plane or automobile this man here cannot operate.”

Frankie shot him a look. “Benny…”

“What? It's true!” Benny grinned mischievously.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So you're a pilot?”

Frankie rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. “I fly sometimes.”

“He's being modest,” Benny continued. “Best pilot in the unit. Saved our asses more times than I can count.”

Frankie sighed but couldn't hide a small smile. “Benny likes to exaggerate too.”

“Well, I think it’s pretty impressive regardless,” you said genuinely.

“Thanks,” he replied, meeting your gaze briefly before looking away.

The rest of the evening passed in easy conversation between the four of you, and soon enough, you found yourself mentally thanking Jess for this unexpected outing. Benny’s laugh was infectious and had a knack for leading the conversation. Most of which concerned outings involving Frankie and the rest of their unit. Despite some of Frankie’s attempts to downplay his part in some of these antics you could tell he enjoyed it—or was at least tolerating it with good humour.

The evening ended with Benny insisting on walking both of you back to your car having picked up Jess on your way out from work. Once you reached your car parked under one of the scattered blossoms lining the street, it was time for goodbyes. Benny enveloped Jess in a warm hug first, whispering something that made her giggle into his ear.

The drive home was filled with Jess’ excitement about Benny and the date the two of them had already planned. Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she turned in her seat to look at you, “You two looked so cute together!” she gushed, “Did you give Frankie your number?”

You opened your mouth to respond then realised as you turned onto Jess’ street that you hadn’t. Neither had Frankie given you his. Disappointment awash Jess was sympathetic but optimistic as she spoke to you through the passenger window after you’d dropped her off, “Who knows, it’s obvious you two hit it off.”

You were in the office two days later, your eyes glossed over from dry corporate documents needing your stamp of approval when your phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, and thankful for the distraction, you unlocked your phone to read:

‘Hope this is okay, but I asked Benny to get me your number.’

Followed by a second message soon after.

‘It’s Frankie by the way.’

#frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fanfic #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #francisco catfish morales #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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wisteriaiswriting · 11 months ago

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So, I saw your fear of needles post and I loved it! Could you do one where it's the opposite where the character hates needles and they go to reader for help (with Phoenix, Jett, Gecko, and Iso pls)?

𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕗 ℕ𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤 (ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕕)

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He’s acting confident until the needle is injected, then he's almost crushing your hand in his grip while tears almost escape his eyes.

This guy has lit the infirmary on fire and will do it again. So only you and Harbor can be around him during these times.

Afterwards you’ll need to coddle the man, smother him in cuddles, affection and give him snacks. He needs it.

Whenever she’s notified of any needed needles she will run and hide, so everyone has learned not to say anything. (Yoru still does, for fun of course.)

You’ll need to be there for her the whole time, for two reasons. For her comfort and so she doesn’t dash out. (Likely will succeed in escaping.)

Every time she gets a lollipop afterwards, continue treating her with sweets.

Mateo needs all the support he can get, which includes you and his buddies. (If he can get Reyna in he’ll take it.)

This kid bruises so easily, right after he’ll give you puppy eyes and have you kiss it better. (Wingman applying the bandage.)

He’ll act like he’s dying. Covered in blankets with food and drinks surrounding him. Also playing a game that's designated for when he’s sick.

He’ll call you in for moral support, never admitting his fear openly, leaving you to know.

Won’t get a band aid from Sage, instead getting one from the many packs you buy him. (Secretly enjoys the cutesy ones.)

Pamper night after, everything happens. Face, eye, hair masks, manicure and even a bath. Bath bombs and bath salts included.

#valorant x reader #valorant x male reader #valorant phoenix #valorant phoenix x reader #phoenix x reader #valorant jett #valorant jett x reader #jett x reader #valorant gekko #valorant gekko x reader #gekko x reader #valorant iso #valorant iso x reader #iso x reader #wisteria♥

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f0point5 · 9 months ago

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The double standards in stans reactions to the wolffs doing something versus anybody else in this fandom is something else. The stans use everything and anything to discredit their behateds moral character but when it's their beloved wollfs they pretend not to see it. Toto cheated on his wife the mother of his older kids with Susie his employee at the time can this fandom as whole not hold them as the unproblematic power couple. Toto is known to have had as ignorant takes as Marko but because of the gokarts in the rain comment on dts Toto is the Saint that would've saved max in their eyes as if toto isn't buddies with jos irl for years

I DID NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS TOTO LORE?!

Am I shocked? Um no because he’s a good looking billionaire can be real for a sec here 😂 but we clearly don’t talk about this bit of lore enough because…tell me more.

Yeah, like if you look at the people Toto is known to be friendly with…it tells a story. And no shade to him, you don’t have to agree with someone’s every action to be friends with them, and you don’t have to apologise for being friends with someone anyway. But. It’s a little hilarious that you want to get high and mighty about “issues” when you have been friends with vilified personality Jos Verstappen, and (even jokingly) offer to have Helmut Marko on board in the team when you have been preaching about diversity for the last decade. My guy, be so real with me right now. It’s okay to be who you are, you just have to be honest about it.

Side note, people do overcook the rivalries between these people. At the end of the day, these guys are all friends/friendly. They live in a Petri dish and they share passions/interests, why would they not be friends? Also, let’s not forget that crowd favourite Nikki Lauda was besties with Helmut, too. The whole “guilty by association” thing is such a stupid game to play in F1 because they are ALL associated at management level.

Lol Toto is the Francis of Assisi of F1, patron Saint of the downtrodden and dispossessed. His rehab centre for washed up drivers will never not be funny to me. I low-key find his adoption of driver creepy but that’s a topic for a different ask lol.

We all know I get the ick from Toto and Susie, they’re just not a bit of me. There’s a bit of self righteousness there that is just so…not for me.

I am not in the least surprised that her statement has been well received. She is indeed well liked. That being said, I do think that on top of the RB stuff and the Sulayem investigation, any statement of this nature would be well received right now. People are baying for “transparency”, whatever that means. So I don’t think she’s receiving unusual/heightened support for this particularly.

But in general, I agree that those two could get away with murder.

#f1 #formula 1 #toto wolff

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years ago

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How would aj and Andy feel if his friends call his mom a milf ( gp!reader) aj is in his teens

Summary: You're a wife, a mother, and apparently...a MILF.

Warnings: Fluff, Female Objectification, Mentions of Violence, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This drabble is part of my Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are appreciated. ___

"Dude! It was just a joke, bro!" The young man sputters as his friend, A.J. Barber, unceremoniously thrusts his gym bag and water bottle into his arms. "I wasn't being serious."

A.J. simply shakes his head as he brushes by his buddy, Max, to open the door before gesturing for him to step outside.

"DUDE!"

"That was my mom, man. My MOM!" The younger Barber huffs, pointing an accusatory finger at Max. "And I don't know how old she is because I'm afraid to ask. I saw my Dad do it one time and it did not go well, okay? But she's not - she's so not a...a..."

A.J. trails off, visibly shuddering as he's unable to finish his sentence. Out of nowhere comes another voice, this one belonging to the Barber family patriarch.

"What's all this commotion about, gentlemen? I can hear you from the kitchen." Andy strides into the foyer, wiping his wet hands on a navy blue dishtowel.

"Nothing." His son grumbles, blowing out a breath as he tries to resist the urge to thrust his friend out the door and slam it shut in his pencil-mustached face. "Max was just leaving."

Andy raises a concerned brow. "Before dinner? But we're making tacos in the wok tonight. Well, your mother is. I'll just be there to supervise."

And by "supervise", he meant hang out in the middle of the kitchen while you cooked so that he could occasionally accost with you kisses. While he thought of it as his own version of moral support, you maintained that he just liked getting in your "fucking way".

Your words, not his.

"He's not hungry." A.J. grunts at the same time as his pal utters the words "I could eat".

"Uh huh." The older man casts them both a suspicious look before crossing his arms over his rather impressive chest. Even in his fifties, Andrew Barber was still easy on the eyes. The budding silver-fox still managed to attract female attention wherever he went, whether he wanted it or not.

But he never paid it any mind, because he was also a happily married man who wore his wedding ring with pride

"Mrs. Barber is a phenomenal cook. My mom can't cook worth shi- I mean crap." Max laughs nervously, his hand going to rub the back of his neck. "She - my mom. Her food is not great, like at all. But, uh, maybe we could eat by the pool like we did last time."

"He's really gotta go, Dad."

"It's okay A.J. - I can stay. Mom's cool with it." Max calmly pats A.J. on his shoulder, trying to ignore the fire burning behind his hazel eyes.

"I mean...I suppose we could do that." Andy responds, a hint of skepticism in his tone. "I wonder if Y/N feels like making her homemade salsa too. I probably oughta ask..." His short, trimmed nails absently go to scratch at his bearded chin that now sported flecks of gray.

For the life of him, he couldn't seem to figure out why his son was turning such a spectacular shade of red. Or what now had him typing so furiously on his phone.

"She definitely should." Max tosses his bag back at Junior as a grin spreads across his smug face. "And you know, they say that a little sunshine does a body good."

"That it does." Andy agrees, noting of the sudden tenseness in his son's shoulders.

"And I know it's true, because the last time I saw Mrs. Barber outside she looked amazing."

Now that stops Andy quick, even as A.J. makes what sounds like a distinct choking noise in the back of throat. But the young man - Max - keeps talking, seemingly unaware of the danger he's just placed himself in.

"I was just telling A.J. here that your wife is definitely a MILF, sir. We talk about it all the time at school. And you can totally tell she works out or whatever, because she doesn't even look like how most Moms look. "

Suddenly, Andy's twitching eye mirrors his son's own.

"Hey, how old is Mrs. Barber now? Like 40?"

Andy clears his throat before casting a withering glare in the direction of his son's friend. "A word to the wise, young man - never ask a woman her age. Especially not if you want to live long enough to see your way through puberty."

A.J. nods along before returning his attention back to his phone.

"Even I don't know how old my wife is, mostly because I'm not stupid enough to ask."

"But then how do you -" Max interrupts, clearly confused by the direction of this conversation.

"If I think I need to know, then I guess. And when I guess, I err on the side of caution. Because I'm smart, and I've come to understand the meaning of the phrase happy wife, happy life."

"Oh."

"However, even without knowing just how many times Mrs. Barber has made the journey around the sun, she's still out of your age bracket. And therefore out of your league." Andy places a hand on Max's bicep, squeezing just hard enough to make the younger man gulp.

"And I would appreciate it if you didn't disrespect my wife and the mother of my son like that ever again. Do we have an understanding, Maximilian Robert Greenwell?"

"Ye-yeah. I mean yes, sir!" He quickly amends when he notices the way the elder Barber's nostrils flare. "Sorry about that. And, um, my bad, A.J."

"I took the liberty of texting your mom. She'll be here any minute." Andy's namesake interjects. "I suggest you wait for her on the front porch."

Without offering up another word, he opens the door and points toward the street. Taking the hint, his friend gathers his things once again and traipses outside. "Guess, I'll just see you at school -" He tries, only to be cut off when the door slams in his face with a satisfying thud.

"You alright, son?"

"Yep." He huffs before flipping the lock.

"You sure?"

"When he wasn't going on and on about Mom, he also threw in how KitCat and Rory were kinda hot, especially for a couple of nerds. But I shut that down fast. But then he just had to go and call Mom a MILF..."

"I understand. I've seen a lot of men do and say plenty of stupid things because of your mother, but Max..."

The two men share a look of quiet understanding. It lasts a full beat before they finally speak again.

"Max is dead to me, father."

"Good man." A.J. smiles when his father affectionately claps him on the shoulder. "We've got to watch out for the women in this house."

"We do. Plus, they'd eat a guy like Max for breakfast. I mean the level of violence I've been subjected to alone - I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy, including him."

"Mhm." Andy wraps a muscled arm around the younger Barber, pulling him close to drop a brief kiss on top of his head. "Believe me when I tell you that your Mom's silverware throwing ability has seriously improved over the years. Shit is scarily accurate now."

A.J. simply nods, choosing to take his father at his word. "Well, now that that's over, is it almost time for dinner? Protecting the women in this house can really take a lot out of you."

The elder man sniffs the air, his nose detecting the delicious aroma of fresh herbs simmering in hot oil.

"I think it is. Smells like your mother's cooking now, which means I need to get in my spot." Andy bestows one last kiss against his boy's temple before playfully pushing him to the side. "Besides, I don't think I've given her a reason to fuss at me yet today. Gotta keep the spark alive somehow, kid."

Throwing his son one last wink, A.J. then watches as his father jogs off in the direction of the kitchen bellowing "here I come, baby girl".

With a sigh, the youngest member of Barber brood turns and begins climbing the stairs, laughing when he hears his lovely mother's annoyed shouts coming from the other side of the house.

His parents were crazy about each other, that much he knew. But the older he got, the more he was beginning to realize that there was a little more to it. They were actually still in love with one another.

And that was cool. Sometimes, it even made him the envy of his friends whose folks were either divorced or barely tolerated each other. He was cool with that too.

Just don't ever call his pretty Mama a MILF. Because that shit right there...that wasn't cool no matter how you spun it.

END

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