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people drawing sans and reigen having an anime battle... stop it.. this isn’t them... the only reason reigen ever fights people is for self defense & for his students we all know otherwise he’d haul ass and run away. meanwhile sans is lazy af and the only reason he fights the player is if you literally kill everyone in the entirety of the game. fighting isnt in their heart... the people who are drawing reigen and sans getting married should do it more though
#cal.ibrations#mp100#undertale#reigen#sans#this is a joke#cus this shit is so so so funny#but also it makes me sad when theyre mean to each other i think they should hold hands or something#go out for hotdog n burger
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Pool Party (e.o)
Requested <3
LizziexG!P Reader
Might get another 2 Requests done today
Y/ns POV:
I can't help but laugh as scarlett walks past Colin and shoves him in the pool and walks away like nothing happened "no way that just happened" I yell to scar as she gives me an innocent smile damn coiln must have annoyed her, the only reason I got to meet these awesome people is because my girlfriend works with them but they quickly accepted me as one of their own I'm snapped out of my thoughts as lizzie comes walking out in a brownish orangeish bikini making my mouth drop open she walks over to me with a giggle wrapping her arms around my waist "mhh hey baby might wanna close your mouth before you catch flies" I look down at her as I'm slightly taller and bite my lip "fuck baby you look sexy I can't help but admire how perfect you are" she smirks and leans up kissing me as my hands rest comfortably on her ass squeezing gently pulling her closer to me "mhh baby don't get to excited" lizzie whispers in my ear as her hand discreetly squeezes my dick making me groan at her touch I hate when she's in a teasing mood especially when she knows I can't do anything about it I pull away and wink at lizzie before running to the pool yelling "CANANBALL" everyone cheers and laughs as lizzie shakes her head smiling at me I motion for her to come in which she does with alot more grace than me I go the corner where its empty as lizzie swims to me wrapping her legs around my waist and arms around my neck "hey baby" she whispers gently kissing my lips I smile kissing her back as I take her firm ass cheeks in my hands she bites my lip as I move my right hand round to her thigh sliding it higher as she looks at me with wide eyes "if you wanna be bold and tease me baby you'll have to pay the price" I husk into her ear as my thumb rubs her clit over her bikini bottoms causing her to dig her nails into my back "not here baby someone will see" she breaths out making me smirk "no-one will see princess only way they'll know is if you can't control yourself I mean I have absolutely no problem fucking you infornt of everyone making you scream till you beg me to stop" as soon as I finish my sentence I pull her panties to the side as I slide 2 fingers through her folds as I lean forward kissing her neck she moans closing her eyes as I sink 2 fingers deep inside her with no warning "shh shh shh baby or all your co workers as gonna hear how you sound getting fucked" I bite my lip as she groans into my ear "y/n lizzie you guys wanting hotdogs or burgers" I smirk and look over at scarlett "no we're good thanks might get one later I'm just enjoying a few minutes alone chatting with lizzie" I yell as I continue to thrust my fingers faster I can feel her walls tighten around me but I pull my fingers out before she cums as her eyes snap open and she glares at me "you want to tease well tease ill let you cum later don't worry my love but for now we have guests" I quickly let go of lizzie and swim to the edge as I climb out "you know what can I have a hotdog please scar" she smiles and nods as I go grab a beer I feel lizzies eyes burning into me but ignore it as I lay comfortably on the sun lounger, scarlett hands me a hotdog as I lay back and eat it after 20 minutes a pouty lizzie walks over to me "baby that was so mean" I lift my shades and smirk "sorry my love but if you hadn't noticed were throwing a party" she frowns and sits down in my lap cuddling up to me I gently rub my hand up and down her arm as she snuggles in getting comfortable "liz you wanting food" she looks up at scar "no thank you scar im good" she turns back cuddling into me as I lean down to whisper "I know what meat you want" I can't help but laugh as she slaps my chest "youre right but damn don't call me out" I pull her close and laugh "don't worry baby once they leave ill bring you back out here and fuck you in the pool" I feel her squeeze her thighs together and moan "you better" we spent the rest of the day hanging with friends laughing dancing and drinking.
5 hours later
"I love our friends but God I'm glad they're gone" I say laughing as I walk over to lizzie wrapping my arms around her "I know right but I wanted them to leave 3 hours ago so you could fuck me but they didn't take the hint" I can't help but laugh and slap her ass as I pick her up and run to the pool jumping in with with a splash, we both come up laughing as I bite my lip and kick my shorts off before throwing them to her as soon as she realises what it is she swims to me fast making me laugh "someone's a little desperate" I pin her to the wall of the pool and easily get her bikini top off while my other hand goes down to remove her bottoms leaving her naked she loosens my bikini top biting her lip leaving us both naked "fuck I've wanted to do this since you walked out in that bikini " I say as I kiss and suck her neck gently I feel her wrap her legs around me trying to grind her core against my dick "if you don't calm down my love ill edge you all night and go to sleep without letting you cum" I hear her inhale sharply as my words hit her "I'm sorry baby ill be good, I just need you" I look up into her eyes as I slide my hand down to grab my dick lining myself up with her entrance as I slide inside her with one sharp thrust bottoming out as she screams and scratches my back "is that better my love is this what you wanted" I moan into her ear as I suck the lobe gently she tries to control herself before speaking "mmh mhhh fuck yes thank you baby" I kiss her roughly as I start to thrust my hips after a few minutes I stop and look into her eyes "yeah baby this is harder I can't get the right force with my thrusts how about I fuck you on the sun lounger" she nods as I walk out of the pool still inside her , her moans filling my ears at the movements I quickly lay her on the lounger climbing ontop of her as I insert myself into her tight cunt again both of us moaning "uh fuck much better my love" I smirk as I start to thrust at the pace I wanted to it doesn't take long for her to cum all down my cock as she spasms under me the sound of my dick slamming into her wet pussy turning me on more "uh fuck baby yes so fucking tight i love it when you cum all over my cock" I moan as I continue my brutal pounding not letting her recover from her orgasm I feel my own getting closer as I lean down biting her neck switching to kissing ny way to her jaw "fuck baby I'm gonna cum really fucking soon where do you want it where will I cum" I feel her nails digging in more as she wraps her legs around me trapping me inside her I couldn't get out if I wanted to the motion enough to send me over the edge as I start to cum with a loud moan as my body falls onto her I feel like there's no end to my cum it keeps shooting both of us moaning into eachothers mouths "fuck lizzie you've never let me cum inside you, you always make me pull out and finish on your stomach tits or ass" she pants as she makes me look at her "I wanted you inside me" I don't even question her I just rest my head on her chest as we both regain our composure after 10 minutes I get up sliding out of her both of us moaning I smirk as my dick slips out and a little of my cum dribbles out her cunt "I felt like i came forever I'm surprised it wasn't like a waterfall when I pulled out" I giggled as lizzie looks at me "baby it shot deep inside me plus while I'm laying like this not much will happen I'm sure when i get up more will dribble out but just so you know that's what's gonna happen everytime we fuck it felt to good to not let it happen again" I bite my lip and lean forward kissing her gently "ok baby let's get you showered and ready for bed" we quickly made our way inside and showered together before getting into bed and cuddling while watching a movie before we fell asleep in one an others arms
AN: Enjoy babes 😘 all feedback welcomed requests are always open also if anyone just wants to chat feel free to message me im a nice person 😊haha anyway stay hydrated babes word count 1.6k
#elizabeth olsen#lizzie olsen#oneshot#fanfic#wattpad#marvel mcu#smut#mcu fanfiction#mcu#lizzieislife94x#wanda maximoff#wanda marvel#wandavision#mommy wanda#wanda mcu#wanda x reader#wanda x you#wanda maximoff imagine#wanda maxmoff x y/n#wanda maximommy#wanda smut
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Summer Girl
summary: Rafe and his summer girl scramble for more time.
word count 1.4k
a/n big thanks to lynn cause i probably wouldn’t have posted this without her</3 im sorry if it seems rushed🙁 I’ve looked over it so many times I’m kinda sick of it
The shrieks of Sarah as topper flings her over his shoulder are deftly drowned by Rafe’s intent fixation on her. The slope of her nose, her shoulders, her pretty eyes, the downturn of her lips as she focuses on the waves. It’s a quiet moment between the both of them, it suffocates Rafe in the best way possible.
It’s a warm summer day, the sun shining down achily, no cloud in sight. The water crystal and shiny, the waves big and disturbed by Topper and Sarah’s loud joyousness. They splash, and kick, they scream, and giggle. It’s a disgusting show of PDA, if you ask Rafe.
He turns his gaze back to her, watches her hands ball into the sand, let it go, and worm her fingers under the warm grain. He never knew he could find so much fondness in the quiet with her, in the chilly summer days with her. He’s a party boy, as he’d say, through and through.
“Put me down!” Sarah’s shrill voice giggles over crashing waves.
Rafe had laughed when his summer fling proclaimed her love for the summer. Boyish disinterest when she sighed about salty skin and dinners at the club after beach days, more interested on when he’d kiss her agin. You couldn’t blame the boy, pretty girl laying in his bed and all, but now he understood.
“Is it because of me?” Rafe had said, poking her side playfully. “Am I the reason you love summer so much, hmm?”
“Yes,” She smiled at him, tilting her head back into the pillows to stare at his ceiling, “but it’s also the ocean, the way bonfires smell when the fire mixes with the salt of the beach.”
He didn’t understand, didn’t care to ask. Too poetic for the teen boy.
“The way I looks in my midsummers tux?” Rafe adds, turning on his side.
“The way you looks in your midsummers tux, the hotdogs your dad makes during pool days, Roses lemonade.”
“It’s so fucking good.” He sighs dramatically, dropping his head in the crook of her neck, blotting some sneaky kisses haphazardly. Her arm wraps around him instinctually as she smiles.
“So fucking good.” She agrees.
He understands what she had been talking about now. He had teased that her love for summer was because of him, but wasn’t that why he loved summer? Her?
“What are you thinking about, handsome?“
Her hand comes up cupping his cheek, thumb swiping over his lips curiously. Her gaze matches his and deep down he knows she’s admiring him how he admires her. Greedy for attention, sick on love. He doesn’t know how to feel about it. Excitement sits deep in his chest.
“You.” He mumbles, dopey smile on his lips as her hand sneaks back to scratch the back of his newly shaved head. He leans into the touch “You wanna get in again?”
She’s warm on her towel, letting golden hour soak into her dried skin. “With you?”
“With me.” He nods.
“I’m hungry,” Her touch is pulled from him as she sits up. “The Wreck?”
He sits up as well. “You know it.”
“Should we invite Top and Sar?”
His slow glare pulls her lips up prettily. “No, we shouldn’t.”
“They might be hungry you know.” She shakes her head. “Out in the sun all day, swimming with us.”
“They’ll manage.” He stands up, sighing tiredly and wiping his legs of rogue sand left on his damp skin. She looks up at him confusedly. “You coming, sunny?”
She smiles at the nickname. “We gotta pack up.”
“They’ll manage,” He repeats, jutting his hand out for her to grab. “come on.”
She shakes her head again, slipping her hand in his and letting him use his body weight to lift her. “I’m only letting you do this because I’m so hungry.”
He doesn’t let go of her hand, readjusting and giving it a firm squeeze. “Is that so?” They walk past Sarah’s Jeep.
“Yes, i could just eat a cow.” She swings their fingers.
He smiles and she turns away in delight. “What’re you ordering?”
“A cheese burger and fries, with a milkshake.” She smiles at him. “And Kiara’s Mac n cheese, and-“
“Mac n Cheese? That’s not on the menu?”
“Not for you.” He rolls his eyes.
“Mac n Cheese, and onion rings, and fried shrimp, and a biscuit, with jelly.”
“Grape.” He adds.
“Yes. Grape jelly.”
“Anything else?”
“Tater tots,” She brings their fingers up and kisses his knuckles. “With cheese and bacon.”
“You’re trying to send me in debt.”
“You’ll manage.” She beams.
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“Are you gonna miss your touron when she leaves?” She teases lightly, flicking her straw wrapper at him. He dodges swiftly. Flicking it to the other side of the table. She used to roll her eyes at couples who shared a booth bench, but now she couldn’t imagine sitting so far from her summer boy.
“You’re not a fuckin touron.” Rafe rolls his eyes.
“Yes I am.”
“No you’re not.” He puts out, gruffer than he meant. He feels bad.
“Then what am I?”
“You live a ferry away,” He leans in, both his elbows on the table “2 hours baby, and you’re here for every major holiday.”
“Thanksgiving, Christmas, Spring break, summer.”
“You remember the time you convinced your mom to let you take the ferry so you could trick or treat with Sarah?” She smiles at him fondly. That was Halloween seven. Sarah and Y/N’s first, and only, Halloween with each other.
“You remember that?”
“Uh, yeah? What were you again? Velma and Daphne?” She sits back in her chair. “Yeah, baby, I remember things.”
“You hated me back then.”
His head twitches affronted. “No i didn’t?”
“You called us tweedle dee and tweedle dum.” He laughs, unashamed by Mr. And Mrs. Cooper eyeing him at table three.
“Okay, yeah, i did that.”
She sighs and he tilts his head to catch her eye.
“You’re not a touron.” It comes out more assuringly this time.
She nods. “I know.”
“So what’s this about, huh?” He shakes his head, knocking his foot with hers. It’s silent. “What’s this about, baby?”
“I’m gonna miss you.” She snakes her arms around him, pulling him in and breathing in the cologne that stuck to his wet body hungrily. His arms wrap around her neck, his nose buries in her wet hair.
“Me too,” he says muffled. “I always do, you know that.”
“But it was never like this summer.” She sighs.
“This summer?” He questions.
“You never had to miss us while we were a thing. I never had to miss us.”
The words hang over their heads oppressingly. Thing. They were a thing. Last year they weren’t a thing, neither the year before that. They never had to mourn a blooming relationship. He doesn’t know what to say.
Her phone buzzes.
Y’all just up and left us
rude :(
She looks away. Ignores it. He doesn’t like to see her so upset. It takes his heart between cruel fingers and squeezes it meanly. “We’ll figure it out.” She nods in response, letting Rafe pull her into his side, pressing a long warm kiss into her hair. It’s prolonged by his want to be close to her forever, to never let her go back. “You can stay.”
“I can stay.” She weighs the pros and cons of moving to the banks. She’d have Sarah as her neighbor 24/7, Rafe has her boyfriend, not just for the summer. She’d have a fall boyfriend, winter boyfriend, spring boyfriend, and when it came to it, summer boyfriend all over again. She never liked the kids on the mainland anyways, they didn’t get the obx the way she did.
“You can stay.” He affirms.
“I can stay with my grandpa.” He’d been practically begging her to move in since she was 16.
“You know he’s been inviting you to move in for years.”
“And go to the academy.” Get my grandad to put me in all of Sarah’s classes.
“Chapel Hill in a year.” Apartment with Rafe.
She looks up at him. He looks down at her. She laughs at his attention and sticks her face in his warm chest. “I’m moving to the banks.”
“You’re moving to the banks baby!” His arms wrap around her deftly, moving them side to side in quick celebration. “This deserves some cake.”
#outer banks#obx#rafe#rafe cameron#rafe x y/n#rafe cameron x reader#rafe fanfiction#rafe fluff#rafe x you#rafe fic#rafe obx
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Would u do an Ashe x Widowmaker x fem! Reader (poly relationship) headcanons please? Reader is quite introverted 🤍
Also some smut headcanons too if that’s okay :)
Widowmaker x introverted fem Reader x Ashe
im still trying to figure out how to portray them :,) but i hope you like it!
prepare to be SPOILED.
theyre both loaded and will not hesitate to buy anything for you
oh you want something but youre too shy to ask? amélie can tell as soon as she looks at you, her eyes keenly observing you
typically amélie's the one accompanying you while shopping bc ashe is busy running the deadlock gang but she tries her best to join every now and then
she makes up for it by bringing you little trinkets from her heists that reminds her of you
it can vary from expensive jewelry to little figurines she thought you'd like
she'll clasp a gold necklace around your neck and kiss your cheek, murmuring a small "such a pretty girl"
they're trying to one up each other, every chance they get
who's the better shooter?
who's the better cook (ashe can only grill hotdogs and burgers and amélie can only make charcuterie boards but they try their best)?
who's the better kisser?
who can make you cum the fastest
they just want your praise and affection 🙁
speaking of which...they're N E E D Y.
you literally have to sleep in the middle so they each have easy access to you
when ashe gets jealous of amelie, her confident and "dominating" mask crumbles, leaving her needy and whiny
she'll kiss and nuzzle at your neck with her arms wrapped tightly around your waist "Darlin'...Pay attention to me"
when amélie gets jealous of ashe she gets petty and almost cat-like. she'll huff and pout while glaring at you and the cowgirl until you get the hint that she needs some loving too
i feel like ashe would love to show off her partners at events she holds for the deadlock gang
you dont like socializing too much? thats fine with her, she'll steal you away to a private nook in her expensive party room
ashe will sit you on her lap while she sips some whiskey and eyes you up and down
if you're feeling bold and decide to slip her hat off of her head and onto your own?
she'll go feral.
Cowboy hat rule is all im saying.
amélie will accompany the two of you sometimes to join in on the fun but opts out most of the times bc she thinks the rowdiness of the party's distasteful
you sitting on ashe's lap with your back pressed against her chest, her knees spreading your legs open for amélie who's kneeling with her head under your dress is a position you frequent a lot
ashe tops the most (she's so smug about it) but when amélie takes over? she crumbles.
sounds like a whiny mess as you watch and touch yourself to the scene of her getting her back absolutely blown out by amélie
i feel like one of their favorite positions would be amélie sitting on your face while ashe fucks you with her favorite strap
ANYWAYS
lets get back to some domestic hc's
ashe can definitely play the acoustic guitar and will softly play it while singing old country songs whenever it's a sleepless night or when someone gets a nightmare
she even learned the chords for some french lullabies for amélie to sing to
when you go out to eat and they get your order wrong but you're too shy to say anything, BABE THEY GOTCHU.
"she asked for no pickles 😠"
or if you just don't want to order in general? they'll happily do it!
if your social battery's running out or you're just feeling a little on edge/anxious at events they'll escort you outside for a break
the silence is comfortable and the comforting smell of their shared cigarette grounds you
after a long day yall will just turn on a movie of your choice and you'll lay in between them
ashe will most likely spoon you and amélie will lay on her side, facing you while tracing little patterns on your ribs or holding your hand
#widowmaker x reader#overwatch#overwatch x reader#widowmaker#ashe x reader#ashe x widowmaker#ashe overwatch#ouihaw
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It’s About Damn Time
Evan Buckley X Reader
It’ About damn time
A/N I hope you all like this and if you enjoy my work please comment like and reblog it means alot !!
Working at the 118 was a dream come true. You struggled a lot before on what you wanted to do with your life. You always had so many different jobs you didn’t have time to plant roots.
But when you became a paramedic you knew that all those roads led you to be here. That maybe the universe was guiding you to come here.
You loved everyone you worked with and they truly became your family. But there was one special person you loved more than the rest.
Evan Buck Buckley. The way his big smile and blue eyes always drew you in. You always felt so weak everytime he looked over at you. It wasn’t like you were hiding it either.
You think everyone but Buck knew how you felt about him. They all would make subtle jokes but it always flew over his head.
Everyone always encouraged you to talk to him. And tell him because he wasn’t going to come to the conclusion any time soon.
But you were always to scared to. There was always a part of you that wondered if he really knew how you felt but never said anything.
What if he was trying to find a way in order to protect your feelings. Your anxiety was all overt the place.
It was taking a toll on you with all the thoughts and feelings you had going on. What if the best thing was just to move on and start fresh you couldn’t help but wonder.
Right now the day was coming to a close and you were thankful because it was a long day and you were ready to go home.
You were gathering your stuff out of the locker room when suddenly the door swung open loudly.
“Hey Y/N how are you” Buck asked in a tone of voice you knew all too well.
“What do you want “ You asked not even looking at him
“Come on don’t be like that “ He said.
You looked up at him and he was giving you a puppy dog look. It was a look that kept pulling you in.
“What do you want Evan” You said
“There is a bar down the street it’s new their having so many cool specials and I wanted to know if you would go with me” He asked
“I don’t know it was a long day I was just gonna go home” You said
“Come on please i wanna spend some time with you” He said
Damn why did he always have to be so sweet he knew how to pull you in.
“Fine I will go for a little bit” You said
“Hell yeah let’s go” Buck said
He grabbed your bag and ran out of the firehouse. You meant him at his Jeep and the two of you climbed in.
The car ride down Buck talked about everything and anything. As soon as you tried to contribute to the conversation he would just skip topics.
In just a couple of minutes you made it down and it was pretty packed.
“You sure about this look how busy it is” You said
Even Buck looked like he was agreeing with you
“Hey there is this super cool restaurant down the road we can go to” You said
“Yeah come on” He said
He pulled away and the two of you headed else where. It was a tiny little burger and hotdog mom and pop place.
You absolutely loved it there. They knew you so much they even memorized your order.
Buck pulled up to the place and he looked hella confused at you.
“Foreal this place” He asked
“You haven’ even tried it and it’s amazing” You said literally running out of the car.
Buck followed behind you and you ran inside straight to the counter.
“Hey how you been the same” John the owner asked you
“Hell yeah Buck what do you want” You asked
“You know what give him the same as me he’ll love it” You said
“And what exactly is that” He asked
“A surprise” You said smiling
“Hey I’m sorry that bar didn’t work out “ You said
“Nah it’s okay i really wanted to just spend time with you” He said
“Forreal not Eddie or anything” You asked him
“Why do you seem so surprised and yeah I missed you, it seems like you been avoiding me” He asked
“No I haven’t” You said
“Yeah you have I don’t get why” Buck asked
“Really I” You started but was cut off by John bringing the food over
“2 hotdogs with everything on them and chilli and cheese sauce each” John said
“Thank you” You both said in unison
“Enjoy” he said
“Wait you really eat all this” Buck asked shocked
“Hell yeah it’s soo good” You said already shoving your face
Buck looked at you and laughed and he started eating to.
“You were right this food is soo good” Buck said in between bites
“Hell yeah” You said
The two of you then cheered Hotdogs together which made you both laugh.
You both just focused on eating after that.
After a little bit you both finished up and you felt like you were going to explode.
“That was insane” Buck said
“See i know a good time” You said
Buck laughed but then he looked at you with a more serious look
“What’s going on” Buck asked
“Nothing what do you mean” You asked
“Come on you know what I mean” Buck said
“Listen you been hanging out with Eddie and I’ve just been going home myself no big deal” You said
“Y/n come on i can tell it’s something more” He said
You kind of just clammed up and didn’t know really what to say. Buck grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Hey come on now it’s me” Buck said
“It’s nothing really” You said
“Don’t do that” Buck said
“Listen okay just forget about please” You said.
“Come now will you stop playing these games and tell the boy already” John yelled.
Buck looked over at him with a confused look on his face.
“Fine what ever” You yelled
You sat up straight and gave him a serious look. He looked over at he also sat up straight like he was bracing for the news.
“I love you Evan like I’m in love with you I have been for a while but I didn’t wanna say anything because I was afraid you not might feel the same way” You said bracing yourself for you answer.
Buck was quiet for a moment and he didn’t say anything which got you worried. You heart was racing and your palms were sweaty and you thought for sure you were gonna die from embarrassment.
“I uh” He started off
Great here comes the rejection. The were friends I’m sorry that’s it.
“I love you to” Buck said
“Like I’m in love with you to” Buck said.
“Really are you sure” You asked
“Yeah I’m sure” Buck said smiling
He leaned in and kissed you and you kissed him back. Feeling an overwhelming sense of love and happiness.
The kiss broke and you both looked at each other and laughed a little bit.
“It’s about damn time” John yelled
“I’ve been feeding her damn hotdogs and hearing her sorrows for months” John yelled.
“There good hotdogs and it’s better than paying for therapy” You said
“I need a therapist because of it” John yelled.
“Wanna uh get out of here” Buck said.
“I would like that” You said.
“Hey before you guys go just think about me for the reception and the engagement party for the business i could use it” John said.
“Of course what else would you do” You said high fiving him
You both paid for you food. And walked out hand in hand.
You were relieved it was off your chest and you were happy you came out tonight Best damn night ever.
#evan buckley fic#evan buckley#evan buckley imagine#evan buck buckley#evan buck x reader#911 on fox#911 one shot#911 fic#911 fanfic#911 imagine#911 x reader#oliver stark
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Hi hi! I’m the anon about more black!Batfam member, and I just want to say the idea of Bruce Wayne going to a cookout has me HOWLING pls tell me the family lets him pay for everything but makes him sit outside🤭 or he comes in but gets kicked out when he doesn’t put enough energy into the electric slide LOL
But then all the kids can stay and he’s pouty lol
(Maybe also more of black!batsister that is Damian’s favorite and maybe even hugs her back if she hugs him, but is always dramatic about it like it’s such a hassle to hug back teehee)
Listen, Bruce gets kicked out of the cookout because they think he's cheating in spades. It's his fault for using his detective skills to find out who's bluffing and Y/N warned him. Bruce decided to win too many hands back to back and they gave him the shitty partner.
Jason is the older ladies favorite. He eats everyone's food and is helpful in the kitchen. Not to mention, he can keep up with the gossip. He knew about Y/N's cousin having a baby before she did.
Dick gets to hang out with the older cousins and goes on the famous 'walk'. Also all of the younger cousins love him. They invite him in on all their games. He helps them fix their plates when it's time to eat.
Tim somehow ended up with that one uncle who sits in the corner and tells stories. He doesn't remember how he got there but he's not leaving anytime soon.
Cass is just happy to be there. She sticks by Y/N most of the time. However, let her hear some gossip about Y/N from a jealous aunt. Let's just Cass will fight the elders.
Duke is chatting it up with everybody. He's bouncing from the aunties to uncles to cousins. He also is the first one to make to-go plates and boy does he rack up. He got ribs, chicken, burgers, hotdogs and all the sides.
Damian is inside with the great-grandparents. He's happy to keep them company because they have pets. Also, he can rant about anything he wants to them. He also gets a fun story about how this family got so big.
I'll probably make another fic about black!batsis and Damian
#bruce wayne x black!reader#x black reader#black reader#x black!batmom#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne x black!batmom#black!batmom#x black!reader#bruce wayne#batmom#batfam#cass cain#damian wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#duke thomas#c-nstantine
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When Sanji is bitten by a spider that has eaten the Cupid-Cupid Fruit, the Straw Hats learn there is only one way to cure his illness.
A genuine love confession.
There’s only one crewmate capable of the job.
(read on ao3!!)
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The Straw Hats have stopped at a small summer island to gather supplies, stock up on necessities, and do any repairs to the Sunny.
When the bulk of the hard work has been done, their captain insists on a bonfire, having found a perfect clearing in the forest.
Sanji’s by the grill, cooking up plenty of burgers, hotdogs, kebabs, and other barbecued treats to fill his crew’s voracious appetites.
He happily watches his crew enjoy their afternoon—Brook’s violin emitting a joyful tune, Nami and Robin engaged in an intense game of cards, Franky enthusiastically sketching something onto a large page, Zoro fast asleep on the grass, and Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp running around as they play their own variation of tag.
Perhaps Sanji’s gaze is drawn to one of his crewmates in particular, following the flow of his curly hair, smiling at the sound of his laughter.
Perhaps. Sanji won’t tell.
“Woah! Look at that!”
The rowdy trio’s game of tag comes to a halt at Chopper’s cry. Luffy and Usopp look to where the reindeer is pointing, their eyes lighting up when they spot the thing that caught his attention.
“Cool!” Luffy begins to race over, but he’s stopped by Usopp.
“Wait! Don’t run, you’ll scare it!”
The trio carefully make their way over to a nearby tree, their attention grabbed by a fairly large spider.
Sanji shudders when he sees the creature. He looks away, focusing on the food. He is not interested in the further details of their exploration.
Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp fawn over the spider, speculating on its species and origins.
“It’s markings kinda look like hearts,” Usopp observes. “They’re even a pinkish-red colour.”
“Aw, so cute!” Chopper squeals.
“I’m gonna name it Cupid!” Luffy declares. “That guy’s in charge of hearts ‘n stuff, right? This lil' girl could be his pet or something,” he laughs.
A bit later, Sanji calls out to them. “Oi, get your asses over here, the food’s ready! And wash your hands if you’ve been touching bugs!”
Saying their goodbyes to Cupid, the boys rush over to claim their dinner.
The crew happily enjoys their meal, thanking Sanji with wide grins that only get wider when he presents them with dessert.
As the evening turns to night, the crew wind down, packing away their belongings and making their way back to the Sunny.
“Are you sure we can’t stay and camp?” Luffy whines. “It’s like, the perfect night for it! We've got the perfect spot!”
“No,” Nami denies flatly. “We didn’t bring the stuff for it and it’s already getting late. Plus, I want to sleep in my own bed. Now hurry up and get going! Franky! Turn on your flashlights, I can’t see!”
“One set of nipple lights, comin’ up! Ow!”
Usopp and Sanji take up the rear, picking up the last of Sanji’s portable kitchen gear. The chef is happily listening to the sniper’s latest tale when he feels a pinch on his ankle.
“Ow! What the hell?”
“Sanji! Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I think something just bit me.”
Usopp looks in the grass, trying to find the culprit. When he does, he gasps. “It’s the spider from before! Cupid, why’d you go and bite Sanji? That’s not nice!”
“‘Cause it’s a good for nothing insect,” Sanji grumbles.
“Actually, it’s an arachnid—”
“You better not have poisoned me, you stupid bug,” Sanji yells at the spider, which scurries away.
“It’d be venom, not poison.”
“You are not helping!” Sanji snaps. “What is this, a Robin impression? Stop with the unnecessary bug facts, this shit hurts!”
“Does it really? You should get Chopper to look at it as soon as we get back to the ship. Here, gimme your stuff, I’ll carry if for you.”
“I can carry it myself, asshole. I’m not that weak.”
“Really? ‘Cause if you’re in pain, the Great Usopp would be more than happy to carry you back to the Sunny.” Usopp smirks and flexes his muscular arms, sending Sanji a wink.
Sanji pretends like his heart isn’t trying to escape his chest and throw itself at Usopp’s feet.
Internally, Sanji is a mess. Externally, he rolls his eyes and hefts his baggage further in his arms.
“You do two push-ups and think you’re a strong guy now, huh? C’mon, let’s go before any other bugs try to make a meal outta me.”
When they make it back to the Sunny, all of their things put away, Usopp continues to hover by Sanji, his concern rising with each passing moment.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Usopp asks. “You’re all red. You shouldn’t be sweating this much.”
“‘M fine,” Sanji mumbles. The way he sways on the spot doesn’t do much to help his case.
Usopp holds him steady, in full crisis mode as he watches the usually stable chef falter. He hoists Sanji in his arms, dashing to the infirmary. “CHOPPER!”
“What happened?” the doctor asks. Usopp puts Sanji on the bed and recounts the tale.
By now, the rest of the crew has come to investigate the cause of the commotion. They all stand in the doorway, shocked to see their crewmate suddenly so ill.
“It’s only been like 20 minutes! Why does he look bad already? Sanji, don’t die!”
Usopp’s dramatic cry unfortunately has some merit. Sanji doesn’t look well. He is the complete opposite of the perfect picture of health he was less than an hour ago. In just a few minutes, Sanji seems to have lost all of his energy. He’s flushed and sweating, breathing heavily and brows furrowed as he fights some type of pain. Even his usually shiny hair is limp and brittle-looking.
Usopp’s heart positively breaks at the sight.
“I can’t make him a proper anti-venom without knowing exactly what type of spider that was,” Chopper states. He clicks his tongue as he looks at the inflamed, red bite mark on Sanji’s ankle.
“Brook, you help me get Sanji out of this suit. Everyone else, get out so I can treat him. Now!”
The rest of the crew gather on the deck, concern on all of their faces.
“Usopp,” Robin says, pulling the sniper from his worsening spiral of anxiety. “You said Sanji was bit by the same spider that you saw in the forest, right? Draw me a picture. We can use it to get information from the locals.”
Usopp nods. He runs off to the galley and grabs a sketchpad nestled between Sanji’s collection of recipes and cookbooks. Before long, he’s got multiple drawings of the spider, complete with colours and accurate depictions of its heart-shaped markings.
Franky and Nami go to the hospital to ask about an anti-venom while Luffy, Zoro, and Robin go ask around town.
On the Sunny, Usopp paces back and forth, biting his nails and their beds away to nothing as worry engulfs him. He peeks into the infirmary, heart breaking a little more every time he catches a glimpse of Sanji’s pained face.
“Sanji will be alright,” Brook assures him when he exits the room. “He’s stable for now. Our cook is strong. He’s got the best doctor caring for him and crewmates desperately seeking out information. He’ll pull through.”
Usopp tries his very best to believe him.
The rest of the crew returns to the Sunny in less than an hour. Everyone, except Sanji, who’s resting in the infirmary, gathers at the kitchen table.
“Turns out that our little spider has eaten a Devil Fruit,” Robin tells them. “Everyone in the area is familiar with the spider that has eaten the Cupid-Cupid fruit.”
“Wait, the spider is actually related to Cupid? That’s hilarious! I’m like a fortune teller! Hahahaha! Ow!” Luffy rubs his sore head, pouting at Nami.
“A bite from the Cupid Spider can do multiple things, depending on who is bitten," Robin continues. "However, it only causes illness in someone who has a requited love but has not actually expressed their love. To save Sanji, whoever is in love with him must tell him the breadth of their true feelings, lest he remain bedridden forever. Or worse.”
The crew sits in silence for a moment, reflecting on the information.
“Alright, who’s in love with Sanji?” Luffy demands.
All eyes go to Usopp.
He is so red in the face Chopper is concerned he'll pass out. His eyes are so wide Zoro wonders if they'll pop out of his head.
"What are you waiting for?" Nami cries. "Get in there and confess your love so Sanji gets better!"
"I-I-I-I-I-I'm not—"
"Oh, please, this is not the time for your anxious, denial bullshit! Go fix Sanji!"
"Can't we just kill the spider instead?" he suggests meekly.
Luffy and Chopper gasp in betrayal.
"That would be a bad idea," Robin warns. "That spider is very well-respected on this island. Causing it harm would no doubt incur the wrath of all the locals. There is nothing you can do but speak from the heart."
"You got this, Usopp-bro! Just tell Sanji how you feel! It'll turn out super!"
On stiff legs and with wobbly knees, Usopp leaves the galley and makes his way back to the infirmary, deaf to the sounds of his crew's encouragements.
Despite his desperate pleas to the universe, Sanji is awake when Usopp steps inside. He looks even worse than before. His skin is pale, covered in a sheen of sweat. His eyes are lidded and he's got bags under them like he hasn't slept in days. But even still, a smile lights up his face when he sees the sniper.
"Usopp," he says, voice quiet and raspier than usual. His smile is no less bright.
"Sanji," Usopp returns, taking a seat next to the bed. "I've got news. So, turns out that the spider that bit you has a Devil Fruit power."
Sanji scoffs. "Of course it does. Just my fucking luck. So, what? It ate the Sick-Sick fruit and now I'll feel like shit forever?"
Usopp chuckles drily. "No, nothing like that. We can actually help you pretty easily. Or, I can, anyway. I just... I have to... to..."
The sniper closes his eyes as a fresh wave of anxiety washes over him. He can't do this! It's too scary! But he has to.
How many times has he been in this position? Forced to watch someone he loves suffer from an illness, unable to do anything but try and distract them from their pain.
This time is different. Usopp can stop this. He can stop Sanji's suffering. All he has to do is be honest.
Well, best to rip off the band-aid.
Taking a deep breath, Usopp grabs Sanji's clammy hand in both of his. "I love you!"
"I-I've loved you for a long time, Sanji," Usopp admits, and the words start flowing, unable to stop. "I don't know when exactly it started, but I know that I do because I think you're so amazing! You're so cool, and strong, and talented. I love that you act all grumpy but you're actually extremely kind and considerate. I love spending time with you! I love it when you tell me stories about Zeff and the Baratie. I love that you always ask me questions when I'm telling you about something because you make me feel heard. I love that you always wrap your arms around me when we party. I love it when you smile at me and dance with me.
"I love how you look in the early morning and when the sun is setting. Well, I love how you look all the time because you're so gorgeous it isn't fair! All handsome and pretty at the same time. You dress nice, and you smell nice, and you make me food and protect me—! Sanji, I love you!
"I'm sorry it took a stupid spider to force me to say it but I lov-"
Usopp's speech is cut off as desperate lips meet his own. He melts into Sanji's embrace, returning the kiss with all he's got. His heart is beating so fast he thinks it might pop right out of his chest, but nothing could possibly take him away from this moment.
When they pull apart, foreheads resting against one another, Usopp is taken aback by Sanji's appearance. He looks as healthy as ever, save for his very intense blush. But his eyes are shining and his smile is hopeful and adoring.
"Do you mean it, Usopp? Do you really feel that way about me?"
"I do. A-And you? D-do you feel...?"
"The same," Sanji promises. "Everything that you said, I feel the same way. Usopp, I love you! I—did you really just cure me with a love confession?"
Usopp blinks, and then he bursts out into laughter. Sanji joins him, the two holding one another as they laugh at the absurdity of the situation, their hearts full to bursting.
"Anything is possible on the Grand Line," Usopp reminds him. "Especially for the number one lover on the seas, the great Captain Usopp!"
"Number one lover, huh? I don't know if I believe that." Sanji pulls Usopp in close, whispering into his ear. "I think you'll have to show me."
"T-that can be arranged."
Usopp leans in and Sanji goes to meet him, lips pressing together again, and again, and again.
#btw robin was 100% lying about the islanders caring about the spiders they do not give af#but she had to make sure her crewmates got together!! what a good friend#poor chopper couldn't go back into the infirmary all night#believe it or not this was supposed to be a drabble or fic outline...... idk what happened#i just wanted an excuse to write sanuso and the strawhats. sue me.#this was so fun i love these two!!! sanji HATES that a bug can be accredited to his relationship btw. usopp loves it.#'she was our guardian angel!! our cupid!!' 'NO!!!!!'#i couldn't figure out how to include this but the more in love u are the worse ur symptoms. which is why sanji was so sick so fast.#he was too gay and too in love WOW that's hilarious. i love them.#sanuso#usosan#sanji#usopp.#black leg sanji#god usopp#one piece#strawhats#red's fic
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Mrs. Miller: Chapter 3
Summary- (Before the infection/apocalypse) A look into the life of Mrs. Miller. It's Sarah's 1st birthday and the Millers live each day to the fullest.
Relationship- Joel Miller X female Reader
Rating: PG
Mentions of a chronic illness
R in the last third dipictions of sexual intercourse
Word Count: 1,268
One Year later…
Pink and white balloons tied to mailboxes and fences of the cul-de-sac.
"Happy birthday to you." Everyone in the neighborhood sings.
The two brothers descend the steps of the home to the picnic table out front. Joel leading with Tommy following close behind with a camcorder in hand. Joel places a tower of cupcakes onto the table lighting one cupcake with a candle.
Sarah bounces excitedly in Y/N's lap at the head of the table.
"Happy birthday, dear Sarah!"
"Happy birthday to you!"
"Blow out the candle." Y/N kisses her child's curly head of brown hair. She looks to her mama then back to the candle. Opening her mouth wide, taking in a deep, dramatic breath before blowing a wet raspberry onto the flame. Fortunately this does the job.
Everyone cheers and claps. Conversing with one another, enjoying the cupcakes or burgers and hotdogs Mr. Adler prepared on his grill.
Sarah grabs a fistful of pink frosting shoving it into her mouth, in the process smearing it all over her face. Taking another handful smearing pink frosting across her mama's cheek. Y/N doesn't mind, she grins down at the child who giggles at her work.
"What about pop pop, Sarah bean." Tommy instigates camera ready as Joel takes a seat next to his girls.
Sucking on her fingers looking up to her uncle Tommy at the call of her name. Looking at her dad who makes faces at her.
"Pop pop wants some birthday cake." He points to his brother. She squeals, giving a two tooth grin. Wiping her frosting and spit covered hand across Joel's face.
"Yay!" Everyone cheers.
"How are you feeling?" He mumbles into her cheek, seen to others as him just being affectionate.
"A little tired." She shrugs avoiding his eyes.
"Cake!" Sarah shrieks, holding up a handful of cake.
"That's right." Y/N coos clapping as the child copies the gesture with glee.
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Cleaning up the yard by the light of street lamps. Collecting party hats and paper plates that littered the grass into trash bags in hand.
Tommy groans, reaching down to pick up the thirtieth plate. Twisting his body left and right with a wince. "Man, I'm tired."
Joel scoffs. "Wait till you have a kid." He advises. "Then you'll truly know what it means to be tired."
"Boys!" Catches their attention. "It's getting late." Y/N informs. "Do we need to prepare the couch, Tommy?"
"I'm alright, Y/N. Kiss Sarah goodnight for me."
"I will. Get home safe." She waves stepping back inside.
"Y/N looks good." He says looking to his brother busying himself with knotting the trash bag. "Treatments must be going well."
"She decided---to uhhh…." Joel struggles to say. "We decided to---uhhh---stop…" He swallows. "Stop the treatment."
"Oh." Was all Tommy could say. "I'm here for you bro, and the girls." he assures.
"I know." He nods, clearing his throat. "C'mon. Need to put these in the bins."
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Joel exhales a breath rolling his stiff neck and shoulders when entering his and Y/N's bedroom. Spending the past few hours putting away the many toys and clothes Sarah was gifted. The sound of a running faucet grabs his attention. Turning to see Y/N in the bathroom taking off the wig she had been wearing that day.
Her H/C short with patches littering her scalp. Leaning into the mirror, turning her head, tracing them with her fingers. Ruffling through drawers on his side of the bathroom. The buzzing of clippers sound and without hesitation shaving the front of her head.
He makes his way to the doorway. Silently watching her e/c eyes taking note of his presence. He watches the many scars in various states of healing become visible from the numerous surgeries that promised results.
Struggling with the chord to reach behind. He stands behind her taking his clippers into his hand helping her with the back. Rounding her ears and base of her neck. Finishing his work turning the clippers off.
She exhales, her shoulders releasing tension. Running her hands over her head, closing her eyes.
The clippers turning back on startles her. Looking to the mirror catching Joel running the clippers straight down his head of curls. She gasps, eyes wide holding her hands over her mouth.
He smiles continuing to lop off his hair. As tears welled up in her eyes. Now her turn, she takes the clippers helping him with the back.
"So handsome." She gushes, running her hands over his head.
"You pull it off better, mama." Giving her a passionate kiss. She swoons.
"Wait here." Taking the baby monitor from their bedroom into the bathroom turning the volume up. "We never got to have mommy daddy time." She whispers.
"Can't have that."
"No, we can not." She agrees. Placing the monitor on the sink.
"If you're not feeling up to it. At any moment--"
"I'll let you know." She shimmies off her panties. Stepping out of them her flowery sundress is his only obstacle. Turning the shower on she turns peeking over her shoulder with sultry eyes. "Unzip me."
He does so. Tracing his finger down her spine making her shutter. She turns, gathering the hem of his shirt, lifting it up, placing hot kisses to his broad chest.
Stripped bare, stepping into the hot water breathing in the steam. Suddenly feeling bashful she tries to hide herself, but he unwrapped her arms from her chest with the scars from many entry points from chemo. He traces them with his thumb looking at her wrists where more marks are laid. He places a kiss on them. His hands ghosted around her in an embrace. Thumb skimming her shoulder blades. Anchoring herself by his shoulders to lower him to her level, capturing his lips. There was tension in his muscles and a stiffness she wasn't used to. His hands almost cradling her. "I'm not fine china." She reminds.
He stifles a chuckle giving a nod. The water coasting along his brows. "Tough as nails." He smiles. She hasn't seen him smile without a sadness behind his eyes since her diagnosis.
"So treat me as such." She purrs, digging her nails into his back. He groans, watching his slack jawed expression as she drags all the way to his hips. A thrill stirs within her seeing she had succeeded in awaking the lust within.
His hold of her tightens, pulling a gasp from her throat as he spins her 'round, pinning her to the wet linoleum. She grins, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth. Breath hitches in her throat, his hand interlocking with her own. "Right there!" She breathes. "Oh, Joel." She moans the knot in her stomach tightening. With her heart drumming in her ears the rhythmic thrusts of her love. His hips stalls as he groans grow deeper.
"Almost there." He moans. "Oh, Y/N."
She lets out a shuttery whine. "Slower." She urges wanting the moment to last.
"Oh---J-Joel." Her back is arching. He grunts burying his face onto her neck, hot breath fanning her neck. Letting out a long moan as she squeals. Her legs buckle as he wraps his arms around her waist as she leans into him chuckling.
"Still with me?" He coos.
"Mmm." she hums. "This tops when we christened the house." Mouth now flooding with the taste of copper.
"Nothing beats our wedding night." He chuckles, guiding the both of them under the stream of the shower head. "To be young again."
"God knows how we didn't have Sarah sooner."
Author's Note: I did not except so many readers and love for my little one shot idea. I decided to change the title hopefully there is no confusion to "Mrs. Miller" an idea that blossomed into my own story using context clues from the games and show of what happened to Sarah's Mother.
(Hopefully the tag list worked. It's my first time doing one. Please let me know.)
Series chapter order:
Mrs. Miller
Mrs. Miller: Chapter 2
Mrs. Miller: Chapter 3
Mrs. Miller: Chapter 4
Mrs. Miller: Chapter 5
Tag list:
@impala1967666
@minaxcarter
@blairfox04
@pedr0swh0r3
@thomasshelbee
#Joel Miller X F!Reader#the last of us#Joel Miller#Sarah Miller#Y/N#Mrs. Miller#joel miller x reader#imagine#Joel miller X Y/N#hbo max#Mrs. Miller: Chapter 3#padro pascal
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The Promise
Relationship: Rip Wheeler x Reader
Fandom: Yellowstone
A/N: A small idea I had while daydreaming at work, hope y’all like it. 🥹
Summary: Saying Goodbye Is Always The Hardest. So Is Keeping A Promise.
Word Count: 4.7k
Warnings: (No) Angst, Mention of Military, Farewells, A Little Sad Moment, Angry Rip, Sad Rip, Arguments, Small Confessions.
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“So… you’re really goin’ back?”
You look up, meeting his eyes before averting them back down to your duffel bag where you toss the stack of clothes inside. The clothes that have been folded, locked away underneath the bed for the past five years. The clothes you swore you wouldn’t wear again, wouldn’t dare to see until you had kids in the future to explain to them why you had a pile of clothes and photos locked away in some old worn trunk that dusted away underneath your bed.
Unfortunately it didn’t last to reach that day because here you are, packing away the clothes into your tactical duffel bag that was also locked away.
“How long?”
You inhale deeply through your nose before slowly exhaling, still not meeting their gaze you continue packing away, placing the frame photo of you and the boys in the center before zipping the duffel shut.
“Not sure.. too early to say,” You answer as you move the bag to the foot of the bed before sitting down,
“When do you leave?”
You swallow, feeling the way your chest tightens at the thought, “Tomorrow, before sunrise,”
Thick silence hovers the room. Everyone thinking and feeling the same thoughts, emotions.
“And why are you going back again?”
“Will you morons knock it off with the questions,” Lloyd’s husky voice bouncing off the wooden walls brings a small smile and a chuckle from you,
“A buddy of mine needs help,” You still answer Jimmy’s question, which he doesn’t respond with another mostly because he can see the way Lloyd gives him the look,
No other questions were sent your way, neither of them wanting a look from Lloyd as well, nor did they want you to dwell on the heavy mood that hovered. So instead, Ryan and Colby were the first to bring up a farewell party, change of topic. You kindly decline their idea, but of course neither men listens to you.
As Ryan and Colby begin listing items on what to bring for the farewell bonfire, and yelling at one another on who gets to keep your bunk (because it’s the closest one to the bathroom) you couldn’t help the small chuckle that falls from your lips. You were really going to miss every single person in this room. Despite them making you lose a few strands of hair from their idiotic actions, and constant bar brawls, you were surely going to miss them.
They made every other day interesting, every night annoying and fun at the same time with their childlike games that they come up with that sometimes leaves them with bruises or a chipped tooth. Everyday, every night, they made it special and you were definitely gonna miss it.
“Hey I’m not leaving just yet, I still got the whole day and the night before y’all start fighting over my bunk,” You say as you stand from the bed, punching both men on their shoulders,
They both share a laugh with you as they continue listing whatever alcohol they should buy, asking if you preferred hotdogs or burgers as you all walked out the house.
Saying goodbye to them was hard, but not as hard as it’s gonna be when you say it to him. Now that.. that will definitely break your heart. The look in his eyes when you tell him, you can already picture them and from the way your chest tightens, you know it’ll be difficult.
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You were currently feeding the rest of the horses inside the stables. Marking down the ones who needed a wash and a trim, which stables needed cleaning. Same old routine before having to check up on the rest of the animals, considering your main job at the ranch was analyzing and tracking the animals health. You weren’t exactly a veterinarian, but you learned a few things throughout the years which John persuaded you to take up on his offer of being in charge of the animals when it came to their monthly health checkups. So of course you took classes to advance your knowledge, to help around the ranch, make it easier for the old timer.
Yes he did have actual trained, experienced, veterinarians working on his animals before, but knowing how you easily picked up the job, how much love and care you gave to the livestock, he knew it was a good investment on both parts. Besides, he trusted you dearly in that department.
Hours had flown by, nearing six o’clock in the afternoon as you were finishing up in the stables before heading out to help Lloyd and the boys to check out some of the cows that were further up in the land. As well as putting up a new fence since the one hanging on was already rusting away due to the weather these past few days, as well as some idiotic trespassers cutting through the fence simply to test the Dutton family.
Just as you throw some fresh hay into one of the stables and patted the horse in its neck as he eats his dinner, the sound of loud rough boots marching against the ground ring in your ears.
“Were you ever gonna tell me?” His loud, rough voice settles behind you, words firm as you dumped hay into the last stable,
You sigh, taking off your gloves and placing them in your back pocket before looking up at him. Eyes wide, angry, betrayal, and fear were written in them. Just like you pictured.
“Yes.. I was,”
“When? Tomorrow? When you leave apparently?” Betrayal can be heard in his voice, blue eyes confirming his tone,
“There hasn’t been a good time to let you know,” You tell him, voice calm, tired, heartbroken,
It wasn’t a lie. When he had gotten back from running an errand with Kayce you were determined to lay it on him, but things got hectic that you weren’t even able to spare him a word. It remained that way for the rest of the day, work after work, problem after problem, when lunch came around he wasn’t at the table eating his supper with everyone else, he was out with Dutton, doing the man a favor, so wanting to talk to him during lunch didn’t happen like you were hoping for.
You told yourself you’d let him know when he came back, but apparently he was out and about with Dutton for the rest of the day. So by the time he had came back was at this very moment, catching you feeding the horses inside the stables. Dutton must’ve told him at some point during their errand runs, who else could have? You weren’t annoyed it was your boss who gave him the news, but you were hoping it’d be you who told him because it came from you, no one else.
“Do you not remember what that place did to you?!” He harshly whispers, taking a step closer to you, “Cause I sure as hell can!”
You lower your gaze to the floor with a faint sigh at his words. Of course you remember. How can one forget something like that? The constant nightmares, the flashbacks, mood swings, not knowing what was real or not, the cold sweats, all of it you remember. The first few weeks of being home after being honorably discharged were rather difficult, your body knew it was home, safe, but your mind was still at war. Constant nightmares played in your in head, bullets flying everywhere, blood stains surrounding you, staining your hands and vest. Screams echoing in your mind on a daily from those who were gunned down, who were injured and were slowly bleeding out in your hands.
It was an everyday thing. The boys, Rip, would beg you to get help, to talk to someone, but you’d just shrug them off telling them you were fine, that it’ll pass.
But you were in fact not okay and the nightmares never ceased.
It was after one particular night that everything had changed. The one night that had you finally reaching out for help, the night that had you admitting that you were not okay.
You had been home for two weeks when it had happened. All it took was a hectic, drunken brawl to trigger the episode. One minute you’re enjoying your beer, slightly laughing at a joke that one of the boys shared, letting lose to ease the noise in your head, then the next you’re being pulled off a blonde head who’s face was nearly disfigured beneath you. Blood covering her once fresh face and clean hair, along with your hands that shook from adrenaline, anger, fear, shell shock.
Once Rip got word of what happened he stormed his way to the bunkhouse which is where he had found you staring at your own reflection in the bathroom. The way a cold and lost look was written in your eyes will forever be embedded in his mind. It wasn’t you who stood standing in front of the mirror with tensed shoulders, hair a mess from sweat and dried blood, the real you was trapped in your mind.
It nearly took all night to bring you back, but not once did he give up.
“Rip,” You softly call his name with an exhausted sigh as you close the door to the stable,
“No. You’re not going!” Blue eyes widening more with fear and rage,
“Yes I am,” You respond in a whisper, “They need me,”
“And we need you here!” I need you here.
It was what he should’ve said, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. Wasn’t exactly how he wanted to let you know the truth, wanted to do it the right way, a more intimate, genuine way. But now, he’s out of time. And most likely lost his chance.
He lost you.
“Rip-,” You begin to say but was interrupted by Kacey walking in the stables,
“We’re loaded to fix the fence,” You turn to him before giving him a small nod,
The youngest Dutton switches his gaze from you to the brute man staring intensely at you, knowing then he had walked into something and immediately sensing the tension surrounding the air. He’s felt this mood before, felt tension between you two every so often, but for some reason this time it was stronger, as if one wrong word said would ignite the awaiting flame. So without another word and only a simple nod, he turns to walk away, giving you two privacy. However, you didn’t stick around. Both to just get the day over with and also to postpone the argument.
If you even get a chance to talk about it with him again.
You hear Rip call out to you as you walk out the stables, halting your steps. You glance over your shoulder, meeting his eyes, but no words were said, so instead you let out a sad sigh through your nose as you continue walking out the building. Leaving the brute man alone in the stables with angered thoughts.
*****
Hours had flown by. After fixing the fence, which took nearly the whole day since it was worse than anyone thought, doing daily health checks on the animals, running a quick errand with Beth, everyone was finally able to wash up and spend the remaining hours with you. Everyone sat around the bonfire sharing stories about anything and everything, chatter, laughter and music can be heard in the darkened night.
Empty beer and whiskey bottles, sticks with dried marshmallows and chocolate littered the ground around everyone’s feet. It was a night you’d deeply remember, a night you’d miss, a night you wished would happen every Friday, but you knew it wouldn’t be possible. At least not with you. Not anymore. You tried keeping a strong face, positive thoughts, positive energy, for the sake of everyone around you. They all had high hopes of you coming back home, claiming you’d be home in less than two months because you were tough as a bull, but you knew the truth. The reality of it all.
Obviously you didn’t remind them of the truth, didn’t want to take away the little happiness they held onto for you, the strong faith they had. So all you did was smile at them, raise your glass and down the last bit of your drink. Every so often you’d get lost in your thoughts, thinking of the mission, the serious consequences, the challenges that will come with it, the horror you’ll soon face, but before you can trap yourself in such thoughts they were there to bring you back. Invite you to their conversations, their stories they were sharing, their jokes, which you were thankful for.
What you didn’t notice was the way a pair of blue eyes have been secretly staring at you from across the fire pit. A dark corner where the fire barely illuminated his features. Light or not he didn’t care if he was caught staring at you, everyone was able to read his opinion of the whole situation but no one dared to ask him about it. He was already a fumed bull waiting to be provoked.
There were times where you’d glance up and catch him staring, but not once did you confront him. Making a scene in front of everyone was the last thing you wanted, so you ignored him and his glaring daggers.
Although, at one point during the night, Colby was the one to mention they had ran out of marshmallows, which you volunteered to grab the extra pack from the bunk house. Slightly buzzed you make your way through the Dutton ranch with sluggish steps till you push open the door to the bunks. Walking to the kitchen you grab the new pack of marshmallows sitting on the counter along with another couple chocolate bars. Just as you turn to head back out, your steps come to a stop when you see Rip standing by the couch.
Face emotionless, but eyes dark, red. Was he crying?
“Havin’ fun?” Rip questions, tone cold and firm, yet his blue eyes have another written emotion in them,
You shrug a shoulder, “Tryin’,”
He scoffs, “Yeah I see that.. but it ain’t workin’,”
You knew exactly what he was referring to. The constant lost in thought when the conversation was directed somewhere else. What you didn’t know until now was those same eyes that have been staring at you from the dark were analyzing you throughout the entire night. Watching the way your smile quickly faded as you once again lost yourself in your thoughts, watching the way your fingers peeled off the label from your beer bottle, the way your leg bounced uncontrollably from nerves, fear, and anxiousness. He knew you were afraid, he read you perfectly, but he knew nothing he’d say would change your mind. Not now, not ever.
You were stubborn like a goddamn mule.
“Yeah well, it’s a little hard to have fun when I got two sets of eyes throwing daggers at me all night,” You say, matching his tone as you stare into his eyes,
Heavy tension once again surrounds you two, the muffled music coming from outside was the only thing that can be heard in the room. Neither of you said anything for a good minute or so, just staring at one another with pain written in both your eyes with tears threatening to build. This wasn’t how you wanted to give your farewells to him. Having an argument with him before you left was something you did not want, but yet here you are.
“Can we just..,” You pause, letting out an exhausted sigh before continuing, “Enjoy the rest of the night before I have to catch a flight in a few hours?”
Rip stares deep in your eyes. Hurt, sadness, anger, and fear were written in his blue ones, they were easy to read, especially when he stared at you the way he was staring. He didn’t bother to hide it, yet he didn’t express it to you verbally. Not like he had to or wanted to, it was obvious on how he felt of the whole situation.
“They’re out there celebrating your death..,” He says pointing a long finger at the door then continues with, “.. and I ain’t being apart of it,”
His voice slightly breaks with each word. His blue eyes standing out more when tears begin building, but not one dares to slide down his cheeks, at least not in front of you. Not saying another word, he turns around and heads out the door with a harsh shove that has it banging against the wall.
Whatever string was left holding your heart in place had finally snapped as you watched the door shut behind him. The last memory you’d have of him. This wasn’t how you wanted to leave things with him, he was the only one who could have helped you through it, fought through the dark times, the constant noises in your head. He was the only one who you stayed alive for while you were out in the field, but now that he’s walked away, not wanting any part of it, you didn’t know if it was even worth staying alive once you landed on base. He was your anchor to it all.
And now you’d be stranded in the dark, drowning with nothing to hold you upright. Keep you up float when you felt like sinking, when you felt like the water was too strong for your fighting body. The one person who could’ve saved you from it all was now walking away, leaving you alone.
‘Maybe it was for the best.’
You tell to yourself. You convince yourself. Maybe him not being apart of it, apart of your life would one day guide him to a better life with the love of his life, guide him to someone who can make him happier, stronger, happier.
It was for the best that he left.
*****
4:30 am
Throwing your duffle and backpack in the backseat you shut the door before facing the small crowd. You give everyone a big hug, including the man himself, John Dutton who hugged you for a good long minute before being slightly shoved by Beth who took you in a stronghold as she secretly let the tears fall down her cheeks. You don’t know how, but you kept your own tears from spilling down. Once departing from the woman you go ahead and start hugging the cowboys, sharing a few laughs with them as they joke with you one last time. Which you appreciated their effort in trying to lighten things up, but you knew they knew nothing they can say now will help. But still, you appreciate it.
“So.. who won?” You say when Ryan and Colby stand in front of you,
They both share a look, small smile forming on their lips, “Neither,” Colby says,
You give them a confused look, but Ryan continues with, “We decided to leave it ready for you when you come back,”
Come back. Something you knew was a big word at the moment.
“Can’t have it ready forever,” You say with a sad chuckle,
“We can and we will,” Ryan firmly states, letting you know no one will come near the empty bed unless it’s you,
It was a faint demand from them. They wanted you to come back, no matter how hard it will be, they demanded that you come back to reclaim your bed at the bunkhouse, and that alone brought the ball back in your throat.
“Gonna miss you dorks,” You manage to say before quickly bringing them both for a group hug,
Both men wrap their arms around you, burying their faces in your hair as they cherish the moment. As you go to pull away both their hands on either side of your hip tighten, not wanting the hug to end, but eventually step away from you.
You give them a small smile and then a small wave to everyone huddle in front of you before turning around to climb into the truck where Roscoe patiently waited for you.
“Ready?” The soldier asks as you take one last glance out the window, watching everyone wave at you with saddened smiles, the ranch standing tall and beautifully behind them.
Letting out a small sigh you give him a nod.
In a matter of seconds the truck roars to life before beginning to move down the driveway and out of the Duttons ranch. Silence engulfs the car, only the sound of the radio softly playing in the speakers is heard. Leaning your head against the headrest behind you, you let your mind drift away, thinking about everyone at the ranch, playing their faces in your mind to not forget them, your fingers softly playing with a small deer origami that Tate had made for you last night for good luck. Then thinking about him once again.
Remembering how things were left between you two. Wishing you could’ve fixed things before you left, wished you could’ve said the truth, wished he could’ve have given you the chance to let you show him just how much he meant to you. But he didn’t. None of it happened.
So now, all you’ll think about is What If.
While driving halfway out the ranch and you still being lost in thought, you didn’t capture the moment a large black figure blending in the dark speeding in your direction until the truck comes to an abrupt stop. Causing your seatbelt to lock just in time to catch your body from going forward.
“The fuck?” Roscoe reacts, putting the gear in park as he eyes the figure that is currently blocking his way,
You clench your jaw as you make eye contact with him, even in the dark and with the only source of light from the headlights you both immediately lock eyes.
Of course it’s Rip on top of his horse. Black hat on his head with his black jacket wrapped on his frame.
“I’ll take care of this,” You say, never breaking eye contact with him as you unbuckle yourself and open the door,
“(Y/n) we don’t have time for this,” Roscoe tries arguing back, but you repeat yourself as you hop off the truck,
Shutting the door and standing by it you face him, where he still remained on top of his horse.
“Rip seriously what is your problem? I don’t have time to deal with you right now!” You yell as the brute man climbs off his horse,
A grim look was written on his face as he makes his way towards you. A look he only has when he’s angry about something, and right about now he’s angry at you, you knew that.
“I swear to god Rip if you don’t get out the way I’m gonna-,” Your words were cut off by a pair of rough lips latching onto yours,
Your eyes grow wide in anger, shock, and confusion. But once you feel the way his hand gently cups the side of your face you realize what exactly is happening and only react back. Your own hands finding their way to his face, fingers slowly tangling themselves in his soft, dark curly hair at the base of his neck. A deep, saddened relieved sigh escapes from you two as you both pour the hidden truth into the kiss. Deepening it and cherishing the moment at the same time, neither one wanting or planning to break it off, but you both knew it had to happen, you had to leave.
Which is why Rip got a little selfish for a second, he deepened the kiss, licking his way into your mouth as he held a tight grip on your hip to not let you out of his hold. Just a few more seconds of this, he had to. If this was the only time he would get this opportunity until you came back home, then he was sure as hell he would take every second that was available to have you in his arms, have your lips molding with his, have your fingers tugging on his hair, have your breath fanning his lips, have both your hot tears smear against his own cheeks. He was taking advantage of the moment because he knew it would be more than a month that he would be able to feel it again. Feel this moment again.
Eventually, you both do break the kiss, but not once did he let an inch form between you two. Leaning his forehead against yours, he lets you both catch a breather from the intense, beautiful moment.
“You come back to me you hear?” He whispers, beautiful blue eyes now searching for your own,
When he finally does find your (E/c) eyes that he has grown to love, he whispers once again, “You come home,”
New tears fall down your cheeks at his words, you knew you couldn’t make such a big promise, especially in your line of work. It was a rule, a rule everyone in the military who serves knew they should never make, because they knew reality was always behind that promise.
You stare into those blue eyes of his that have tears of their own, some finding their way down his rough skin, while the rest build at the brim of his eyes. You knew he knew you couldn’t make that promise, but he knew you’d fight for it no matter what, no matter how impossible it might seem, because he knew you always kept your promise. That’s who you were. Loyal, loving, protective, unafraid, and a true fighter.
You stare into his eyes a little longer, feeling the way another tear slides down your cheeks then feeling the rough pad of his thumb gently wiping it away. The words get caught in your throat, the words where you wanted to tell him to be realistic, to not make you promise anything because disappointment and pain is the only thing he’ll receive, but before you can even force them out you hear your name being called from inside the truck.
“We gotta go,” Roscoe softly says, hating to interrupt the moment, hating to part you from the man you clearly love,
You sniff, looking down at the ground then back up to Rip where he only gives you a small smile.
“C’mon,” Rip whispers as he leads you back into the truck,
Once sitting inside, shutting the door, Rip points at the man behind the wheel before saying, “You look after her you hear?”
Roscoe nods at him, “You’ve got my word man,”
Rip nods back before averting his eye to you. You sat there, tears still slowly sliding down your cheeks, you weren’t ready to say goodbye to him, not after you both finally confessed to each other. Which reminds you, you had to say it, in fear of not being able to ever again.
“Rip I-,” You try but he cuts you off with a shake of his head,
“No. Don’t say it. You say it when you come back,” He demands, small smile tugging on the corner of his lips, “Just know I do too,”
I do too.
You sniff once again, tears falling down as you glance behind him, seeing the ranch and the bunkhouse glow in the background. Memories flash in your mind. All those laughs, tears, injuries that you’ve accumulated over the years with everyone who lives and works at the ranch played in your head, reminding you that you had a family to come back to once again, you had friends who were also waiting for you to come back with open arms. You had a life to get back to.
Come back.
Averting your eyes back to his that had tears of their own falling down his cheeks, you stare at him as you remembered, you had him to come back to. He was your main reason to come back home, he was the reason why you weren’t going to die in the field, he was the reason why you weren’t going to give up when shot down, he was the reason why you weren’t going bleed out. He was your reason why you were coming home.
And if anyone tried stopping you from doing so, then it would be the last thing they ever did.
Because you are coming home.
Reaching a hand out the window, you let your small held cup his bearded cheek before letting your own thumb wipe away the tears that fall down. Looking into his eyes with a firm stare, a promise, you let him hear the words.
“I’m coming home,”
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-Ahhh It’s Finally Here!!! I’m Not Kidding I Have Been Going Back & Forth With This One. Mostly Because I Had Writers Block, But Also Because I Would Change A Lot Things & Finding New Ideas To Replace The Old Ones.
-But Again! Thank You To Those Who Have Been Patient & Have Been Waiting For This Wheeler Fic! More To Come!!
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Hiiii! I read your Paul story and I absolutely loved it!!! I was wondering if maybe you could write about Seth Clearwater? He’s always been one of my comfort characters lol and i’ve had literally the biggest crush on him since I first watched twilight when I was like 12 lmao.
Anyways here’s my request. So basically Y/n is one of Bella’s good friends. Although they’re like really really good friends they could nottttt be any more opposite than they already are. Y/n is an extrovert and leans into more of the cliche popular fun girl type? if that makes sense. anyways so bella was invited to come hang out at the beach(i mean like bonfires and burgers and hotdogs.) with Jacob and basically the entire pack and his family. and bella invites y/n because idk she didn’t wanna go alone? And while bella and jacob are dilly dallying leaving y/n alone she goes to go sit by the bonfire. and embry and the other boys come up to y/n. (because totally hot girl they’ve never met duh ofcourse they’re come up to her and chop it up.) and when y/n looks up at the boys and makes eye contact with seth. botta bing botta boom seth imprinted on y/n and kinda just stands there like a lost puppy and the boys just drag him away. later seth comes back and apologizes for earlier and then they spend the rest of the night just talking and have fun!!!!
idkkk i’ve always loved this idea but i’ve never wrote it out! also i just really love fluff and all that lolll. sorry if my request didn’t make sense i tried putting it all together the best i could lmao. anyways ty for your time!!
Stoppp I love this... and I LOVE cliche even more!! My fav is awkward fluffy so this is quite literally perfect. And Seth is just so cuuuuuute!! Hahaha you got it anon!
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Eliza the Frog
Anonymous asked:
Hi, can I request an imagine about poly!tlb x frog sister!reader, where the boys don't know her, but her brothers always warn the reader about them that they can be vampires but she just doesn't take it seriously? One day she catches boys' eyes and they offer her to hang out. And she is like "I don't hang out with vampires " jokingly. However they don't find it funny.
"We fight for truth, justice, and the American way sis, join us or perish."
Eliza's eye twitched as she listened to her brother lecture her, wondering why on earth it was her responsibility to babysit the little shits when the weather was this good.
Granted it was summer, and she had graduated over a year ago, in reality, she had all the time in the world.
But my god they could be annoying, she loved her little brothers, she really did but ever since they got that weird batch of horror comics they had been grating her about the undead taking over Santa Carla.
Unfortunately, they had their eyes set on a particular set of targets: the rowdy bikers who pranced around causing havoc most nights.
She didn't mind them. Though she wasn't particularly fond of them either.
Since they were more focused on their bikes and deterring surf nazis from ruining their nights it wasn't often that she saw them, but more than one encounter was enough.
Tonight she was going out for a little bit, some time to herself after the weekend rush .
From the shop she could make out the deep thrumming of a guitar and the slow build-up of a woman singing.
It was fun but not really her thing.
Instead she turned from her brothers, telling them to behave and that she would be back in a few before walking out the door and in the direction of food.
It was louder outside, and the greasy scent of burgers and hotdogs combined with the constant production of candy floss became almost nauseating as she reached the stand.
The workers were always fast but that didn't make getting constantly bumped into by tourists any more bearable while she stood in line.
When she reached the front she made sure to get enough for her brothers too, they were still growing and the last thing she wanted to do was to cook for them later.
Only when she went to pay someone shifted in front of her and handed the boy serving her a twenty on her behalf.
"Hey-" trying to get their attention she tugged on their jacket, feeling the odd plastic fishing lines sewn onto the shoulder, "you didn't need to-"
He turned, handing her the bag of food before strutting away with her slushie still in his hand.
"Oh, but I wanted to."
His voice was teasing, and the way his eyes subtly dragged themselves over her form as he glanced behind made her cringe a little.
"Still," she reached into her pocket, pulling out some crumpled bills and attempting to hand them to him, "here-"
He laughed, closing his hand around her own and pushing it to her chest.
"Tell you what," he took another slurp of her slushie and she was slowly growing more annoyed by it, "make it up to me."
"Make it up to you? How?"
Passing her the drink and moving to wrap his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her to his side as he began walking, "a date."
Eliza damn near choked on her drink, stumbling in his grip which seemed a lot stronger than she expected for a man of his size.
"A-a date? With me? You want a date with-"
"With you yes, yes, why you got someone already?" He pouted, fingers digging into her arm painfully, making a wave of irritation pass through her.
"N-no its just-"
Marko cut her off, "you gay?" He shrugged as she gaped at him, not understanding the big deal.
Ignoring him she yanked her arm out of his grip, walking away with her lips pursed in annoyance, mumbling under her breath about how entitled men were.
Naturally, the slushie-thief followed, boots hitting the boardwalk in a smooth ribbon as he fell naturally into place beside her.
"Come on kitty kat, surely you can't be mad at me already," his fingers caught a curl of her hair, spinning the strands as he flashed a teasing grin at the girl, "I don't bite, come hang with me and my boys if you're scared-"
Eliza whipped around to face him, making Marko stumble over his rugged boots.
He was righted by Eliza grabbing the front of his jacket, fist holding the fabric tight enough to snag it to Markos displeasure, pointing a finger at him as she began berating him.
"Now you listen here," Marko chewed his lip at her tone, feeling his cheeks begin to burn, "I don't know who made you feel entitled to everyones damn business, but my god if you don't take a hint. Believe it or not, not every dam girl on this boardwalk wants to jump you-"
"I-" Marko cut her off, his own words being drown out by Elizas other hand grabbing the other side of his jacket and shoving him back.
"YOU!-" Eliza decided then and there that she would happily spend all hours of the day babysitting her moronic brothers if it meant she never had to see this stupid guys face ever again, with a deep breath she continued on, "you stupid little shit, I don't know whats up with you and your band of punk-vampire-freak-bikers but I want no part of it, understand?"
Marko nodded, face growing darker as he caught onto her words.
Pleased Eliza nodded, taking her slushie and walking away, throwing one last scowl back at the boy before she disappeared into the crowd.
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By the time Eliza had made it through the thick crowds and back to her overbearing brothers her body was still buzzing with anger, lips pouting as she thumped towards the staircase at the back whic led to their apartment.
Alan called out to her before she could ditch them, "sis! Where ya goin?"
Without responding she trudged upwards, slamming the door behind her and giving up for the night.
Unfortunately for her, there was a certain group of 'punk-vampire-freaks' on the other side of the boardwalk who were determined to learn more about the eldest frog sibling.
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Princess Hellfire | Part 2
Part Two | Masterlist
Summary: Senior Year is a weird one...
Warnings: set season 1, canon-typical violence, eddies dad worked at Hawkins lab in 79, parental death, mourning, crying, coming out, making out, love confessions, bullying, fighting, homophobia, internalized homophobia, angst, underage drug use (weed) (let me know if i missed anything)
Word Count: 7k
“Can I have five bucks?” Eddie asks Wayne, first thing on his first day of senior year.
He nods, handing him a fiver and returning to his newspaper and coffee, “whatcha need it for?”
“Schools doing hotdogs and drinks for the first day,” he waves it off, placing two waffles in the toaster and waiting impatiently beside it.
“I think I’m going to ask Y/N to be my girlfriend, today,” he announces, nervous, but needing an outlet to get his confidence back.
“Really?” Wayne’s so excited for him, “it’s about time. You’ve been seeing her, for what? 4 months?”
“We’ve been a bit more than friends since May…”
So much has happened since then. The whole summer happened and they were both so incredibly busy. They barely saw each other during the day, which meant that after work they got to hang out together… and they did everything they could when they were free.
Y/N worked at Benny’s Burgers, she was the best waitress the town has had in years. They could never ever keep a girl there, people always said it was cause benny was too pushy, he was a hard person to work for, but Y/N found it quite the opposite. She said working for him was easy if you listened to the rules on the first day. She memorized the table numbers, she knew the menu like the back of her hand, she cleaned everything to a level greater than what was expected, and benny loved having her there.
Eddie on the other hand, he worked at the auto shop downtown, he used all the things he learned when his parents were stealing cars and applied it to fixing trucks for the redneck assholes he went to school with… for guys who think they’re tough, they always pay with daddy’s credit cards… They were also so rude to him when he did it, he was a grease monkey to them, he was the scum of the earth and people hated when he was the only one available to change their oil or put air in their tires.
On nights when he went to her work to have dinner on Wednesday nights and take her home after her shift, he watched the town gawk over her. All the old ladies told her she was beautiful, the old men tipped her and all the kids having dinner with their families were enamoured by her.
She was so attentive, she was kind and outgoing and wonderful.
Sometimes it really made him wonder what she saw in him… more importantly, he wondered if she saw anything good in him at all because he wasn’t the greatest influence on her as of late.
This summer they went bridge jumping together in an illegal spot by the quarry. They smoked weed together for the first time out by lovers lake. She snuck out a few times to go to parties with him at Reefer Ricks, only to take care of him when he got drunk, she got him home to Wayne and then walked to her own in the middle of the night… all alone… not his proudest moment.
The proudest would probably be when he brought her to a Corroded Coffin rehearsal and made Gareth teach her how to play the drums. Gareth wasn’t too happy about it after the fact, because even on her first try she was better than him. She loved it, she went so far as to even audition for the school band so that she could spend more time with Eddie after class when the semester started again.
This year he was starting the first semester with home economics, wood shop, English and Art. It wasn’t too hard to pass, but the added help from Y/N was definitely going to make it easier.
“How are you gonna ask her?” Wayne pried.
“They’re selling drinks, right, so I’m going to get her an orange crush and say like it’s been obvious I have a crush on you, would you like to be my girlfriend instead… or whatever, I don’t know yet,” He gets all embarrassed, turning pink and keeping his head down.
“I’m sure she’ll say yes, I have a feeling she’s very smitten for you, Eds,” he takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, taps it on the table and flips the carton open. “Want one?”
“Seriously?” He panics a bit, he knew that Wayne knew he smoked, he just never thought he’d be so open about it.
He nods “thanks.”
“No problem,” Wayne hands him one before placing another between his own lips. Eddie uses a lighter from within his jacket pocket to light his, he grabs his waffles and waves Wayne a goodbye and hits the road.
He hops in his van, overjoyed to have a vehicle of his own now. It was a really interesting story about how he got it… he didn’t have to pay a single penny for it, he simply went to Y/N’s house one day after school and learned that her uncle passed away and left everything to his brother, Y/N’s dad.
That included a beat-up old van, it was dark green with a white stripe. The seats were cloth, they carried the smell of cigarettes and wet dog, it was nothing a thorough cleaning couldn’t fix.
“It’ll probably sell for around $1300, I could put some signs up at the plant,” Mr. Y/L/N explained to his wife as Eddie and Y/N walked into the kitchen.
“What’s going on?”
“Sweetie, it’s not a good time,” her mother tried to rush her out of the room, not wanting her to be upset.
“No, no, she’s old enough to stay,” her dad counters. “Remember how your uncle Norman passed away a few months ago and left me his van well… you know what, I know what we can do with it now, honey.”
“What?” Both Y/N and her mom look at him confused but he stares right at Eddie.
“Do you have your licence, son?”
Eddie nods, “yes sir, I do…”
“Would you like a free van?”
“Are you kidding me?” Eddies jaw dropped to the floor. “Free?”
He nods, “I have no use to it, I don’t need to profit off my brother's passing, and at least this way it basically stays in the family if you’re going to be driving my daughter around all the time.”
“Oh, absolutely,” he had no doubt about that.
“Good, I have to pick it up in Illinois on Monday, you can drive it home.”
The bond he had with Y/N’s family only got stronger after that.
Every day Y/N brought him a sandwich and gave it to him before he dropped her off, she even wrote Eddie on the paper bag with a heart over the dot in the i.
He was allowed to have dinner with them most nights, except the first Wednesday of each month because her dad was hosting his book club which included Bob from Radio Shack and the middle school science teacher…
Her dad was a strange man, but then again, Eddie felt very strange himself, so it was a no-brainer that they’d get along so well.
He made a deal to pick Y/N up every morning for school in exchange for the van, and of course, he was already running late on their first day. He turns off Kerley onto Cornwallace. He’s careful around all the stop signs and school zones, he waits behind a few busses on Elm, but he finally pulls up to Y/N’s house with 10 minutes to spare.
She’s waiting on the sidewalk with her arms crossed, “I thought I told you that every time you light one of those you lose 7 years off your life.”
“And I told you I’m here for a good time, not a long time, princess,” he teases as she walks around the van and opens the passenger door herself.
She tosses her books in, puts her backpack on the floor and then jumps into her seat. It was so funny watching her try and get in without flashing him and the whole neighbourhood. “seatbelt.”
“You first,” she protests. Waiting for him to put it on before she pulls at her own and clips it into place.
“You’re in a mood today…”
“I still have a big decision to make,” she sighs, leaning back against the headrest.
“Cheerleading or Sr. Editor at the paper… decisions, decisions,” he mocks her. “How will you ever pick?”
She shoves him and he pretends to swerve, making her grip his leather jacket, “Eddie!”
“Don’t hit me then!”
“Ugh!” She gets even more frustrated. “Why can’t you take this seriously? I know you don’t give a rat's ass about graduating this year, but I need at least 1 stellar extra credit activity to put on my college applications and being the drummer for the school band won’t cut it alone.”
“How are you seriously going to drum, cheer and report the pep rally’s all at the same time?” He laughs at first but then he realizes just how serious she is.
“Don’t you want to be a journalist? Are you seriously thinking that cheerleading is going to wow the old men reading those applications over the amazing work you do as an editor? No. Not unless you hem the skirt up 3 more inches and give them a special performance…”
“Ew,” she knows he’s right though. “What if everyone hates me for jumping right to the senior editor when I just got here last year?”
“Then fuck ‘em!” He attempts to inspire her. “Seriously, babe, there’s a reason why Mrs. Ford picked you, and if she likes you and she’s grading your work and she's writing your letter of recommendation, then it doesn’t matter what the kids have to say about it.”
His lips curl into a smile, “did you just call me babe?”
He goes white as a ghost, keeping his eyes on the road but they grow impossibly wide. “Did I? Huh… I guess I did.”
She stares at him quietly as he continues their drive to school, it’s such a short trip but that didn’t stop either of them from wanting more time together.
When he pulls into his regular spot and throws the car in park, he turns to her, finally. “What?”
“Am I going to have to be the one to ask it, seriously,” she whispers.
“Ask what?” He doesn’t know where she’s going even though it was blatantly obvious.
“Ask me out.”
“Oh! Oh, y-yeah, I mean no?” he thinks about it. “No you don’t have to ask, yes I’m going to do it, I have a plan…”
“You have a plan?” She teases him.
He nods, “at yearbook distribution, I have something for you.”
She smiles, wide and toothy, “okay, alright, well… I guess I’ll see you then?”
“You don’t want me to walk you to class?” He gets all pouty.
“I don’t have class this today,” she smirks and opens her door, she hops out and gathers her things. “Yearbook kids get the morning off to hand out class schedules and make sure the new kids are where they need to be and as a reward, we get the afternoon off.”
“Boring,” Eddie adds quickly.
“Better than home ec,” she slams his door and he immediately gets out and follows her into the school.
“Is it though? Because when I finish sewing buttons onto all the pillows I have to make, you’re going to be so jealous I didn’t make it for you.”
She laughs, filling him with pride as he follows her through the hallway and towards her locker. Everyone watches them together, the Freak and the Geek. He felt bad that she got that nickname simply for being near him and good at science, it made him want to beat people up when he heard it, but she wouldn’t let him.
He leans against her locker, glancing down the hallway at Steve Harrington doing the exact same thing to Nancy Wheeler. He points over in their direction, “can you believe they’re together…”
“No, it’s weird,” she whispers. “He’s in our grade, she’s a sophomore. Just cause he’s taken almost everyone's v card in our year doesn’t mean he can go through all the other grades now.”
“I don’t know, I think he might actually like her,” he shrugs. “They’re so cuddly together.”
“So are we?” she doesn’t see anything wrong with that.
“Yeah, but we’re also basically dating,” he says it before his brain can catch up. “I mean— come on you know we’re more than friends.”
“We are,” she smiles up at him and grabs the collar of his jacket, pulling him in closer until their noses touch. “And yet you still haven’t kissed me on the lips.”
He shakes his head and pulls back, “uh-uh.”
She pouts, “fine. But if you don’t ask, I’m going to become a cheerleader and end up dating someone like Jeremy Carver…”
Just the thought of her dating anyone in the Carver family made his blood boil. They were the basketball family that was apparently going to bring the championship back to Hawkins with their new generation of strong blonde boys… it made him think they came from Nazi Germany to Hawkins after the war.
Jeremy was in their grade, Jason was a sophomore with Nancy Wheeler, and there was another Carver in middle school, probably raising hell there too.
“Oh god, no, ew, please don’t,” he can’t even fathom that, it makes his stomach turn, “do you want to be my girlfriend? Quick, yes or no?”
She laughs, looping her arms around his neck and looking into his eyes, “yeah, Edward, I guess I’ll be your girlfriend.”
He can’t control his smile, eyes flicking to her own, he places a hand on her cheek and guides her in for the first kiss of many. Their lips touch ever so gently smiles still formed on their face, unable to relax now that they’ve found true happiness.
“Excuse me,” he whispers against her lips and steps away so he can make a scene, “excuse me! Attention everyone!”
Of course, has to make a scene.
He locks eyes with Harrington and shoots him a wink.
“I just want to make it clear, to everyone here at Hawkins Hell Hole, that, Y/N Y/L/N is my fair lady and I will not hesitate to duel anyone who attempts to take her from me!”
“Eddie!” She scolds him,
“No one wants her!” Someone yells from the back of the crowd now assembling.
“Who said that?” Eddie follows the voice, walking chaotically towards it and kids scramble, displaying the one, the only, Jason Carver at the back. “Wanna try saying that again, hot shot? What, do you think cause you can throw a ball in a basket, what? like 23% of the time, that you’re the be all end all of the school?”
He gets flustered, unable to ever fight back when Eddie looked him square in the face.
“That’s what I thought,” Eddie laughs in his face. “You throw balls because you don’t have any of your own…”
Jason throws the first punch and Eddie catches it in his big hand, squeezing as tight as he can, Jason throws his other fist. Eddie holds them both in front of him, squeezing so tight that he can’t hold his arms up anymore, Jason’s face trembles, he wants to cry out in pain but he’s embarrassed.
Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson was embarrassing him in front of everyone.
“Break it up, break it up,” Mrs. Ford comes pushing through and makes the boys part from one another. “What’s going on here?”
“Jason was bullying the geek and then threw a punch at the freak,” a geeky little nerd from the crowd explains, pushing his glasses up.
“Do you want to get hit next?” Eddie turns to them. “Stop fucking calling her that! She’s smarter than all you fuckers, she’s going to go to Notre Dame and she’s going to get her journalism degree and you fuck heads are going to have to see her on CNN every night at 6pm for the rest of your lonely lives saying ‘I wish I had been nicer to the geek’ well Fuck That! Be nice to her now! She’s the best fucking person to go to this school, but no one would know that because you saw her with me and immediately thought something was wrong with her! It's you!!! Something is wrong with all of you!!”
“Mr. Munson!” The principal caught the end of his grand speech. “While your statement is profound, that is not the language we use in this school.”
“Oh but the years of every kid in here calling me a queer was fine to you? I say fuck and I’m the bad guy?”
“Mr. Munson that’s enough!” He raises his voice louder. “Follow me.”
“You’re going to suspend me on my first day for standing up for my girlfriend getting bullied?” He laughs, following anyway. “Sick… just fucking sick.”
—
Eddie was given an in-school suspension, kicked out of the marching band and told if he misbehaves again they might make him retake the whole year just to teach him a lesson… it made her wonder what other colourful words he chose to use in the principal's office.
She went to the yearbook classroom for orientation, being senior editor she was in charge of delegating responsibilities, leaving just her and Nancy Wheeler alone in the classroom.
Nancy Wheeler sat quietly in the back corner near the large paper slicer, organizing newsletters about yearbook sales. But she kept glancing over at Y/N every few minutes.
She could feel Nancy’s eyes burning a hole in the back of her head like she was trying to read her thoughts or something. She turned to Wheeler, watching her look away and pretend it was nothing, more than once, and then she finally went over.
“What?”
“Huh?” Nancy looked up at her with faux innocence.
“You’re staring. What’s up?” She repeats.
“Oh,” she brushes her hair behind her ear and gets nervous. “I just… I wanted to know if you’ve picked a junior editor yet, you know, 'cause you’re going to need to do that soon for Mrs. Ford.”
“I thought you were going to ask about Eddie,” she shakes her head with a sigh and takes a seat beside Nancy. “People always think I’m crazy for being his best friend… well, girlfriend now, I guess.”
“I’m just surprised… that’s all.”
“Why?” Y/N genuinely wanted to know.
“You’re like me, you care about your grades and going to college and Eddie’s… colourful?” Thats the nicest way she could’ve put it. “And plus, there was a rumour going around that you two fucked in his van in the back parking lot this summer, I heard that from Tommy…”
“What?” She looks horrified. “Oh my god, no, no, we haven’t,” she shakes her head horrified that people would even say that. “I haven’t… ever…”
“Me either,” Nancy lets out a shaky breath. “I think Steve wants to though…”
“He’s a boy,” she gives her a knowing look. “If you don't want to, don’t. If you feel like he’s making you, kick his ass.”
She nods, “I wouldn’t let him… I’m pretty strong when I need to be.”
“Me too,” she smiles, feeling Nancy’s vibe and warming up to her quite easily. She reminds her a lot of herself when she sat down in science last year, so she takes a chance on her “you can be my junior editor, I feel like if you’re in Steves circle and I’m in Eddie’s, we can learn everything in this school… and this way I can still be in the band for the pep rally’s and you can do the physical reporting for me?”
Nancy smiles back, putting her hand in the middle of them for a shake, “you’ve got a deal.”
—
There’s a new girl in band, she comes prepared with a trumpet and a smile and keeps glancing over at Y/N. And she’s very cute.
It makes her panic, Eddies only in the stands watching on as they practice since he can’t join them… Her mind wandered all over the place, she was anxious that he’d notice the glances and the smiles and the fact that every time they rearrange to find the best flow for everyone to perform at their best, they keep getting closer and closer to each other.
“Hi,” she leans over and whispers near her ear, “I’m Robin.”
“Y/N,” she smiles back. “Are you new?”
She shakes her head, “to Hawkins, no, but to this band, yes. I’m a sophomore, I haven’t been here that long and I was tired of hiding cause I didn’t have friends so I just joined on a whim… sorry, I didn’t know what you meant so I kinda just said both answers anyway and then that happened…”
“That’s okay,” she stifles a laugh, trying to stay quiet while the teacher tries to talk them through the new choreography for the football games. “It was cute.”
It was only the first week of school, and their teacher couldn’t expect a group of teenagers to listen to her after 2 months away from school.
Robin blushes and looks away, bringing her trumpet back to her lips and pretending to play along as her lips wouldn’t cooperate to actually play. Meanwhile, Y/N carried on with her snare drum. The cheerleaders did flips in the background, balls are thrown and “hut hut!” Is yelled repeatedly, there’s so much going on in their small field for an early September afternoon.
The turnout for tryouts was wild, ’83 was their year.
After practice, she waves to Robin and heads over to Eddie on the bleachers. “Hey, princess,” he kisses the side of her head as he wraps his arm around her. “Who’s that?” He gestures towards them with the lift of his chin in her direction.
“Robin, she’s new. To band, not Hawkins, she’s in Wheeler’s grade.” She keeps her head down and avoids eye contact with him, almost ashamed of her slight attraction to her.
“What’s up?” He catches it.
“Hm?” She finally looks up at him, guilty as all hell. “Nothing.”
“Okay then,” he laughs it off and tugs her along for their walk back over to his van.
She’s quiet most of the way home, well, back to eddies place. She mostly just lets him talk, explaining how hard it was to not snap at the principal. He had an in-school suspension for the rest of the week, he’d be doing all his school work in the office, alone, without even a break for lunch.
“Well, I’m going to be bringing your lunch in every day and if they don’t let me sit with you there will be hell to pay,” she complains. “Because today I had lunch with Nancy Wheeler… and when I tell you it was weird, thats an understatement.”
“Why?” He can’t believe what she said.
“She’s going to be my junior editor, I figured I’d need someone to take game notes while I play and she should get a decent amount of gossip off Harrington and his weird-ass friends.”
“That’s actually so smart,” he compliments with a beautiful smile, putting her back at ease.
Feelings are weird, but she knows for sure she loves him more than anyone who could ever enter her life.
It isn’t until he’s parking out front of his trailer that he talks to her again. “Seriously? Is something going on?”
She shakes her head, faking a smile. “I’m just tired. I’m not used to getting up this early anymore.”
“Okay,” he tries to believe her, but he can’t. “You mind if I smoke? I don’t have to drive you home till later, anyway?”
She nods, “yeah, I don’t mind, just, can I go lay down while you do it out here?”
He nods and hands her the keys, “head on in.”
And she does just that, watching him take his secret stash out from under the steps and head to the back f the trailer so no one would see him.
She gets a few minutes alone in his room, and she goes right to tidying to ease her anxieties. She has cleaned his room with him before, she’s done his laundry in with her own after getting caught in the rain, and she’s even showered at his place before. She felt very safe and comfortable with him as if this was her home too.
She goes to make his bed, she moves the pillow to fluff it and finds something she never expected.
“Heavy Metal,” she reads the title of the magazine aloud as she picks it up, noticing the naked woman riding a Pegasus into battle with a large sword and huge tits. It’s exciting to her, it feels wrong to be able to see something so graphic just out in the open… she flips through the pages, breathing heavily, her heart almost beating out of her chest.
She hears the screen door open and she throws the magazine back down onto the bed, covers it with a pillow and sits down before he gets into the room.
He comes running in and jumps into the bed, tackling her down and tickling her stomach, she laughs, screeching for him to stop but he doesn’t, “my girl needs giggles! Doctors orders!”
“Eddie!”
He stops and looks down at her with a sweet smile, “you know I’m always here if you want to talk?”
She reaches under the pillow and pulls it out, handing it to him. “this…”
“How did you know about this?” His face goes white as a ghost, and he sits on his knees with a look of shame.
“I don’t care that you have it… I care that I like it…”
“Oh? oh!” He finally gets it and then his eyes narrow in on her, “oh…”
“Eddie, I’m being serious, it’s weird, I feel like I’m cheating on you and all because I keep noticing women being pretty now that we’re together… why didn’t this happen before we got together?”
“I find dudes hot,” he shrugs, admitting something just as scary to even the playing field. “Like today Harrington looked really nice, I even winked at him.”
“You didn’t?” She smacks his arm. “Seriously?”
“It’s the hair,” he shrugs. “What can I say, us men with good hair, we’re hot.”
She laughs, “I think I just like nice people… like robin today, she was so smiley and she kept wanting to stand with me and it reminded me of you, honestly.”
“Are you saying I’m cute and smiley?” He thinks about it, “no one has ever used those words to describe me.”
She pulls him in for a hug and then a cuddle, he snuggles into her chest and wraps his arms around her middle. “I think it's normal to find people cute, it’s not wrong, it only becomes a problem if you hide it from me or it stops you from liking me anymore…”
“That could never happen,” she assures him, smoothing her hand over his back, she presses a kiss to his head. “You’re my home, Eddie. No one can replace you.”
“Good,” he smiles, she can feel his happy cheeks against her chest. “Cause you’re never getting rid of me.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Guess what I learned today?” She whispers.
“What?”
“Tommy and his dips hit girlfriend are telling people we fucked in the van, parked at the school this summer.”
He sits up and looks down at her, “are you serious?”
She nods, “Nancy told me. I think she just wanted to talk about sex cause Steve might be pressuring her…”
“I should give him a talk,” Eddie mumbles. “That’s not cool.”
“I told her to kick his ass if he tries anything, I think she could,” she tries to make Eddie smile and gets a laugh instead.
“We could team up and all kick his ass, too,” Eddie suggests. “I think it would be hot to see you kick someone's ass…”
“Yeah?” She raises her brows, “how high are you right now?”
“My usual amount, I’m just allowed to tell you my thoughts now… my girlfriend should know I think she’s the most beautiful person in the world.”
Her heart swells, “and I can finally tell you that you’re hot… I’ve been telling you that you’re handsome, so I guess I need to kick it up a notch now.”
“And I can do this now,” he places his hand on her cheek and leans in for a kiss.
His lips are soft as he presses against hers, breathing in deeply through his nose and relaxing against her. She rests her hands on his hips and tries to spread her legs to let him settle between her as the kiss heats up. It was the first time she really kissed a boy… and it was everything she thought it would be.
—
September 6th comes around again like it did every year, and every year it got a little bit easier… but losing his dad was never going to be okay. It was never going to be normal.
After his mom left and stealing cars landed him in prison for a few years, his dad became a security guard for the Hawkins Lab.
He died during a security breach at the Lab, Eddie will never know the specifics, but he knew it was horrific. His father wasn’t in any condition to be seen afterwards, the lab actually paid for his cremation and he now sits in a little urn on the table beside the tv.
When no one was home, sometimes Eddie would walk over, press a kiss to his forefingers and gently press it to the top of the urn and tell him he missed him… sometimes he would even tell his dad whole stories about his day, sitting down on the carpeted floor of his uncle's trailer for hours just catching up with the jar of his ashes.
Today, however, just pressing a kiss to the top of his eternal container wasn’t enough. He felt extra sad this year because so much was different. This year he has a girlfriend and this year he graduates… those are two very big things and he’s not going to be home for them.
He’s been home for a few hours, after dinner with Y/N she had family time and that meant he had to go. Sometimes she called him at night before bed, but most nights he just sat alone in his room while Wayne was at work.
Wayne always takes the 6th off, Eddie knew he’d be home, in the main room, and he knew he’d be willing to talk about it if Eddie opened up to him about his feelings… but when he walks out into the main room, Wayne is sound asleep with the urn tucked under one arm and a bottle of beer in the other hand.
He just picks up his keys, slugs on his coat and quietly leaves the trailer. He doesn’t even know how late it is, it might not even be the 6th anymore, but he needs something… He needs someone.
Someone very specific.
He’s there before he even realizes where he’s going. Pulling into Y/N’s driveway, he notices her bedroom light is still on, and so is her father's study on the first floor. As he gets out and begins his walk towards the porch, the light comes on and her father is opening the door.
“Eddie?”
“Hi, Mr. Y/L/N,” he carries a tune of sadness in his voice that anyone could pick up on.
“Are you alright?”
He nods, trying to stay calm as long as he could but begins to break down the longer he thinks about it. “No…”
Without thinking, her father wraps his arms around him and pulls him into a hug. He rubs his back gently, “it’s okay, son… what’s going on?”
He pulls back and wipes his tears, pulling himself together. “I’m sorry, really, I didn’t mean to come here this late, I just— it’s— my dad died 4 years ago today and in all honesty, I just came here for a hug from Y/N, so, thank you— for the hug, sir.”
“You can head on up to her room,” he lets him in and points up the stairs, “Wayne know you’re here?”
He shakes his head, “he’s not going to notice I’m gone, he’s having a rough night too… only he’s allowed to have booze.”
“You’re welcome to stay here,” he looks him in the eye, acknowledging that he trusts him to stay the night in his home, specifically in his daughter's room. “No funny business, Kyle’s room is also free if you want to sleep there.”
“Thank you, sir,” he pats his shoulder, “I promise, I’d never do anything to ruin the relationship I have with your family. It means a lot to me.”
“Anytime, son.”
With a heavy heart, he kicks off his shoes and heads up the stairs to Y/N’s room. The door is closed, like normal, so he gives it a quiet knock.
“Come in?”
He opens it slowly, “hey, princess.”
She flings the covers off her bed and runs to him, “Eddie? Oh my god?”
He sneaks in and closes the door behind himself just in time to open his arms and catch her. She holds him tightly, it’s everything he wanted and then some. “Hi, my love.”
She pulls back and looks up at him, wiping the residual tears off his cheeks carefully, she’s so concerned, “what’s wrong?”
“Um, let’s go sit down…” he isn’t ready to say it again yet.
She nods, “Yeah, okay.” She takes his hand and drags him over to the bed and that’s when he notices she’s only in a long T-shirt as a nightgown.
“um… your dad said I can stay here, I promised to behave, but um, can I borrow some PJs or would you be okay with me in my underwear and shirt?”
She laughs, “take ‘em off, I’m only in underwear and a shirt, see?” she pulls up the nightgown and flashes a pair of bright yellow granny panties. “It’s not a big deal, it’s the same as a swimsuit.”
She’s not wrong there. He strips down, he gets comfortable and joins her in her big comfy bed. She has so many pillows and the softest blanket, she lays back and lets him cuddle right into her, cheek on her boobs, hand on her tummy, he was in heaven.
“You know how my dad died…”
“I’m still so sorry for your loss, honey, I know it’s not fair,” she pets his ever-growing hair lovingly and then presses a kiss to the top of his head.
“It’s 4 years today.”
“God, I’m sorry, baby,” she says with her lips still touching his head, and then she places a few more kisses and holds him tighter. “I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re going through.”
“I’m just glad I have you this year,” he admits, tearing up again. “And your dad… he gave me a hug too.”
“Really?” She sounds so happy to hear that.
He nods, “you’re my family, Y/N… I— I love you.”
He’s called her ‘my love’ a million times, they both say nothing of it, they don’t take it seriously, but in all seriousness— Eddie was only saying it to test the waters before he told her that he loved her.
They’ve been dating for a week.
A Week.
Sure, they’ve been friends for almost a year and sharing cuddles and secrets and cheek kisses for months now… it still felt weird to admit to her that he was in love with her.
Like enough to make him go insane— levels of in love with her. The kind of love that made him want to be a good person and get good grades to get a good job and be a good husband and one day— god willing— a good father to her kids… their kids.
He’s thought about it so much it seems a bit excessive, but when his head hits the pillow at home, all he can think about is spending the rest of his life with her.
“You love me?”
He pulls back and props himself up on his arm so he can look at her, “Is that okay?”
With both hands she cups his face, “oh, Eddie, I love you too.”
They haven’t kissed on the lips much, but pressing them together feels like coming home. He’s safe in her arms, cocooned in her warm embrace, he melts into the kiss and prolongs the kiss with his tongue.
Making out was new for them but they both found it relatively easy over the last week and very beneficial for their mutual touch-starved hearts. He didn’t mean to grope her, but he rests his free hand on her boob and squeezes gently, invoking a moan from her that threatens the promise he made to her dad.
He pulls back to apologize and she immediately starts apologizing instead, “seriously, I didn’t mean to! It’s just—“
He places his finger over her lips and shushes her with a smile, “if I plan on staying in your dad's good books, I can’t get turned on and do something we both regret later…”
“Okay,” she understands and lets him pull away more, he settles into the pillow beside hers and looks over at her, sweetly.
But sweet is the last thing on her mind.
“Can I ask you something?”
He nods, “always, princess?”
“Do you think I’m hot? Like I know you love me, and so you must like more than just the fact we’re best friends and we have a bond… cause I find you really handsome and dare I say, sexy, even. But— what I’m trying to say is, would you ever want to get physical one day? With me?”
He laughs, which is the exact opposite of what she needed to hear. It makes her brows furrow and he starts backtracking immediately. “Oh my god, no, I didn’t laugh cause I think it’s silly, I laughed cause you really have no idea what you do to me, so you?”
She shakes her head and moves in closer, settling next to him, their faces only inches apart. “So tell me?”
He laughs again and pulls at the neck of his shirt so that it’s not choking him. “Well, for starters, and this is probably going to sound shallow, I only sat down beside you in science ‘cause you were hot and I hadn’t seen you before and I thought maybe if I talked to you first, then you wouldn’t believe anyone else that I was a freak.”
“I’ll personally assassinate everyone who’s called you that,” she jokes, only that’s what he thinks. She feels completely serious about wanting revenge on the fuckers that made her man feel like this.
“I think being in love with you makes me find you more attractive than I ever did when I first saw you.”
“How?” She seems a little confused.
“I think it’s beautiful that you saw me without a lunch and started bringing one for me. I think it’s hot that you get so angry when I talk down about myself. And I think it’s sexy as fuck that you’re here in your underwear making out with me under your daddy’s roof, pretty girl… you’re tempting, but I always keep a promise.”
She basically purrs with excitement, “you’re so hot when you notice the things I do for you and let me keep doing them… cause like, I know you hate when I put hearts on your sandwich bags cause the dudes at work think it’s girly, but you let me do it because it showed you how much I loved you even before I could say it out loud.”
“We’re really dumb,” he laughs, “you know that, right?”
“We have basically been dating since we danced in your trailer and you kissed my forehead,” she teases him. “I think that’s when I fell in love with you for real.”
“When you pinned the ribbon to my jacket,” he admits the moment that got him. “Being granted a lady’s token is not something a knight forgets.”
“Come here,” she pulls him back onto her chest and back to the way they were before. She kisses the top of his head a few times, “I’m so glad you said it, cause going to bed tonight without saying I love you first would be so weird.”
He smirks, “you’re welcome, my love.”
She reaches over to her night table and turns off her light. She settles back in with him and runs her fingers through his hair, “sweet dreams, my Eddie.”
“I love you,” he whispers against her chest.
“I love you, more.”
He lets her think that, but she’ll never know the leaps and bounds he’d go to to prove that to her. He’d go all the way to the ends of the earth for her, all she need do is ask.
They both fall asleep soon after that, peacefully unaware of her dad opening the door before he also heads to bed, carefully he peeks in to see them cuddled together under the blankets, his jeans laying at the foot of her bed, he fit into her life like he was always there. And a part of him hoped he always would be.
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Ohhhh how about a concept about Hazel trying to make Jade try a specific food, since we know little miss is a picky eater 🤭🤭❣️❣️❣️
A/N: Not sure if people remember but Ivy and Everly are Urbans OC twin daughters. 👀
Hazel and Jade were sitting in the backyard with Ivy and Everly. It was a nice summer day so everyone decided to get together for a BBQ.
You knew how picky Jade was so you made her some macaroni and cheese, while the other girls ate hamburgers and hotdogs.
“You don’t wanna try it Jadey?” Hazel smiled at her little sister before she took another bite of her burger. “I can ask Uncle Clay to make yours with just ketchup!”
“Yucky” Jade scrunched her nose at the thought.
“It’s not yucky! Maybe you try a hot dog?” Ivy suggested and Jade shook her head. “Why is it hot?”
Hazel giggled at her little sisters question.
“Maybe Jadey doesn’t like meat” Everly shrugged trying to help Jade out.
“I just like chicken nuggets” she shrugged.
“I want some now” Everly giggled.
It was quiet for a moment “You want some Mac and chee?” Jade asked everyone excitedly, willing to share her food. “My mommy made enough!”
Hazel offered to go get some for everyone with a smile. Her sister may be a picky eater but at least she was always willing to share.
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*slides in the asks* If you don't mind, could we (mainly me) get a part Two of the diabetic reader? Maybe with the reader happily answering any questions the siblings have for them? Or just fun times?
I will gladly answer any more questions you have.
A/N: Of course! HERE is a link back to part one of this story. There will be a prologue with a diagnosis but I'm not sure when that will be out.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING ONTO THIS STORY!
This is purely FICTION due to this, there may be some inaccuracies within the story. A big thank you to the anon for responding with further information. Another huge thank you to @blackcat2907 who sent me so much information to properly display having diabetes. One thing, you will be denied from joining the military in real life if you have any type of diabetes. You can get medical waivers when trying to enlist but a good portion of the time they are denied, others they will let you into boot camp and deny your waivers then. With this information, please do not comment 'this isn't possible', I know it and so do you so let's save our time. Like I said, FICTION. There will also be inaccuracies about the military and top gun school itself.
I apologize if I portrayed anything wrong and I hope you enjoy this!
You helped Phoenix setting down the food everyone brought for a little barbecue get together. You both were control freaks as people tried to put the brownies with the salads so you two took over and set everything up. It was maybe a week since the incident and you were all getting together to hang out but also for you to explain everything to them.
You all sat down, you wouldn’t start eating for a bit still because the charcoal for the grill was still heating up for the burgers and hotdogs. “Okay, you all wanted to know about me being diabetic?” you asked as you sat on the wooden swing in the backyard, your father next to you to put in parts that you didn’t really remember. Jake, Nat, and Robert nodded, currently it was only them there and you would explain everything to Fanboy, Payback, and Coyote on a later date, they had been sent on a mission and had to miss the barbecue. Bradley sat with them even though he already knew everything as you had grown up with him.
“Okay, so she was diagnosed at age six. I noticed that she was tired a lot and wanted her to get checked out. Don’t get me wrong, she is my kid so she was a ball of energy! But she was tired a lot more often. So I got her checked and she was diagnosed. We stayed at the hospital for a few days as they taught us everything we needed to know, that was what foods she could eat and the moderation of certain foods, we were taught how to carb, and how to use everything. You wouldn’t believe how stressed I was” he laughed, “I was just managing to figure out how to take care of a girl and now I had this” he said softly. You reached over and grabbed his hand “And you did amazing dad. Number one father” you winked with a grin. “You took on the role of mom, dad, and uncle” you said as you glanced at Bradley “Better then anyone would expect” you told him and kissed your fathers cheek. He smiled and squeezed your hand “Thanks sweetheart” he murmured and you bumped his shoulder with yours.
You looked at your siblings in all but blood, blushing as they watched the soft interaction between you both as you were usually both very awkward when you weren’t working on his bike or plane together. “Okay!” You said, clapping your hands, “Information over load time people! Bradley, you already know everything so you are exempt from the test after” you joked. “You all already know about low blood sugar but you don’t know about high blood sugar” you told them. “A normal range is usually 120 to 180. A high amount is over 180 to 250 which is too high. 300 is dangerous and 400 is extremely dangerous. When the blood sugar gets this high it will cause the person to get very thirsty, go to the bathroom more, there will be dizziness and weakness along with tiredness. You’ll also get nauseous from this.” you explained to them, “Before our workouts, I typically raise mine due to the fact it burns and turns into energy, you want to avoid getting too low like I did the other day” you said.
You gave them a minute to process it before Jake raised his hand “How do you lower it?” he asked you curiously. You grinned “I would use more insulin and then drink water to bring it down. You know how to bring it up with juice” you smiled. “Now onto the fun part! Bradley, cover your ears. I know you get queasy from talking about needles and tubes” you joked. He blushed “Hey! I’m usually good when I actually see it! To hear about it makes me wanna pass out, the act doesn’t!” He pouted but walked away anyway.
You rolled up the sleeve of your t-shirt, “This” You said, pointing to the device on your upper outer right arm, “Is a CGM, short for Continuous Glucose Monitor” you explained “What this does is checks my blood sugar levels with a tube under my skin. It stops me from having to constantly prick my finger to check my levels.” You told them, they looked extremely focused on every word you were saying. “I use these little patches to keep it on for the fourteen days that it stays on. I have to change spots constantly to avoid an infection or the sight just getting too sore. It does come with a device to read my levels but this one is compatible with my phone so it makes it easier for me” you finished.
They all nodded, taking in the information you had just given them. You didn’t want to give them an information overload, “You guys okay or you want me to wait for a few more minutes so you can get drinks?” you asked them. Nat laughed “We’re not delicate, you know that better then anyone! Keep going” she insisted and you put your hands up in defeat. “Alright, alright!” you laughed, “So! There are two types of insulin and ways to administer it. The types are long and short acting, each has a purpose. The long is for overnight and the short is for meals and to correct, like I said with the high blood sugar” you told them. “Now where Bradley gets queasy” you said, “The ways to administer it is either through a pen or pump. The pump is more complicated by having wired and tubeless, each are different. You went into the details, explaining that wired was outside with a insulin reservoir and a catheter in the abdomen. You then explained the tubeless being under the skin and in a reservoir programmed to dispense certain amounts when your body reached certain levels. You let them take in the information before going into the pen, “This is simple. You take the pen and inject it into your stomach, outer thigh, or your upper outer arm” you explained, going into detail on how to set up the pen.
They sat there for a few minutes and either you or your dad answered the simple questions they had left over. “I can’t believe you’ve done this your whole life” Bob said in shock and you smiled, “A lot of people do” you told him. It wasn’t long after that that you got to go eat and everything felt a lot lighter. Your friends all knew how to help you and what you went through with a better understanding. You noticed nothing changed even after everything, you didn’t have them worrying over you as you drank certain drinks or when you played dogfight football. It was just sweet and you couldn’t be more thankful.
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Colliding Hearts
A/N: I figured that I can’t stay sad forever, I’ve got to carry on and keep pushing out chapter for all of you. So that’s what I’m going to do, this chapter is dedicated to you Lisa. I don’t know why but I’ve had so much trouble with this chapter, I just couldn’t seem to find a right flow so my apologies in advance if it’s not very good, I knew that if I didn’t post it no I would never end up posting it.
Chapter 6: Could it?…. I Mean……No!…..It’s Impossible……..is it?
“Y/N would you be a dear and fetch the bag of ice that is in the freezer please, I want to start filling the cool box.”
“Sure.”
Y/n Abandoned her place at a table where she had been helping several other volunteers to put helium in balloons and walked towards the gazebo where the makeshift kitchen was.
Today was the yearly Medford autumn fair, so y/n had been here since 7am this morning helping set everything up.
It was sort of a tradition in the Y/L/N family, Y/N’s mother had always signed the family up as volunteers, this tradition had been happening for as long as y/n could remember.
Even now with Y/N and her siblings grown up they still sign up every year along with their parents to help, really it was far better to sign up than having to face the look their mother would give them.
Pam L/N was a devout member of the town’s community council, if there was one thing she loved more than anything was organising amazing and elegant fundraisers for her community. Hence forth she expected the same level of commitment for her kids.
This year they were putting on a fair for the community, they had Local business setting up stall’s with food, baked goods, drinks, ornaments and other goods for people to buy, they had game stalls and live music, there was going to be a large BBQ for which everyone was welcome to as well as drinks.
Y/n made her way around the multitude of people who were busy setting up their own stall’s, she was able to spot her sister Rachel along with her husband Paul helping set up the petting zoo, well Rachel was more or less siting on a comforting arm chair whilst giving her husband orders, her 7 month pregnant belly had made it harder for her to do much heavy lifting.
Pulling back the tent flap y/n was able to spot the large white freezer easy enough, already the makeshift kitchen was packed with people busy looking the food for the bbq.
People were making slaw and potato salad, Mac and cheese, rib’s, burgers, hotdogs and an assortment of other dishes and that wasn’t even counting the suckling pig that was being slow cooked on a fire.
Opening the fridge y/n spouted two large ice bags, placing one on top of the other y/n heaved both of them into her arms biting her lip as the cold bags seeped through the thin Cotten of her blouse.
For y/n the journey back seems twice as long but she was finally able to get the band to the ice buckets and with the help of another volunteer both ripped open the bags and filled the large metal tubs.
Y/n would like to of perhaps taken a break afterwards but with the fair set to open in let than and go out she had to set up the ticket booth.
This year y/n had pulled the short straw and was placed on ticket table, her job was to take peoples ticket and give them a wristband.
However she wasn’t going to be alone, lacy was also manning the booth along with her.
Lacy Hidge and Y/N had been friends in school…. Well y/n wouldn’t necessarily call them friend but they had hung around in the same friendship group so of course they had hung out together with their mutual friends.
Much like Y/N lacy’s mother was on the community council, so both girls had bonded over their mother’s mutual love of guilting their children.
Lacy was already waiting for her when y/N approached and beside from slightly tilting her head didn’t give much acknowledgement to y/n, not that y/n took it personally Lacy had always been a woman of little words.
Soon enough it was time to open and already there was a crowd that was beginning to gather, putting in her best customer service face y/n smiled at the men, woman and children who were handing her their ticket and giving them wristbands or even taking money from those several passerby’s that had taken interest.
Them she was approached by someone who quite frankly y/n had no desire to see.
Michelle Matthews,the unofficial golden star of south Medford high school and y/N’s tormenter.
For all of those who say the popular kids always peak in high school they haven’t met Michelle.
When y/n said Michelle was the poster child of their year she wasn’t kidding. Y/n honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she had been born under a blessed gold star. Captain of the Gymnastics team and prom queen was only scraping the surface. Honour student and valedictorian, she was the girl who had it all.
And just when you think she’s finally going to be humbled what happens, she gets a full ride to Yale.
Michelle was the perfect girl and she knew it as well, this turned into a hobby of letting all those she considered beneath her know just how irrelevant they were compared to her, this unfortunately included Y/N.
Hair pulling, shoving and “accidentally” spilling her soda over homework or lunches was just a few of her favourite torments.
“Oh my gosh! Y/N it’s been so long. How are you?”
Not so Great now your here, was what y/n was desperate to say to the women in-front of her yet it was lacy’s gentle kick to the shins that made her hold her tongue.
“I’m great, how are you Michelle?”
Y/n studied Michelle from head to toe, stilettos that y/n was sure cost more than her monthly rent, a Chanel handbag and a cashmere coat but that’s wasn’t what caught y/N’s attention no it was the giant rock on her left hand. From the way Michelle was using that hand to brush back what looked like to be invisible hairs it was obvious she was showing it off.
“Oh you Know nothing much, I’m just in town for the holiday’s, you know sometime’s you just need to take a break from living in the big city not that you would understand of course, not all of us have the courage to leave the quiet country life, I hear your working at a bar now?”
County life?
Michelle made it sound like they lived in the middle in nowhere.
Oh how y/n longed to grab her prefect blond hair and just rip out those fake extensions, still it was lacy’s hand practically gripping her knees under the table that kept y/n rooted to her chair.
“Yes I do.”
“I thought you were planning to become a photographer, you were always carrying that stupid camera around with you.”
“I’m still planning on doing that but I need to pay my bill’s while I build up my portfolio.”
The patronising look that y/n was receiving from Michelle just made y/n want to…..
“Yes I understand, we can’t all achieve our dreams, some of us just have to live with what we have.”
“I hear congratulations are in order.” Y/n desperate to change the conversation gestured to the extravagant ring on Michelle’s finger.
“Oh this small thing!.” Michelle brushed it off as if she hadn’t just been purposefully flashing it at all those who passed. “Well my boyfr- sorry my fiancé finally proposed, you remember Chadwick don’t you.”
Chadwick, Michelle’s super rich boyfriend that Michelle met at Yale, he was almost at awful as Michelle and the one time Michelle had brought the pompous ass with her to Medford two years ago the man had not tried to his his distaste.
“I do, a true match made in heaven.” Or hell.
“What about you? Any man in your life?”
“No yet, but there’s still plenty of time to do all that.”
“Of course there is, your bound to find someone who will agree to settle with you but hey if it doesn’t happen I hear dogs are good companions. Anyway one ticket please.”
Y/n took the money and handed Michelle her wristband, despite to be as far away from Michelle as possible.
It was only after y/n had walked into the fair did y/n let out a Breath and slump into her chair.
“Still as pleasant as always.” Lacy joked from beside her, getting her a laugh out of y/n.
It was amazing how someone she hadn’t spoken to since high school still had the power to bring y/N’s confidence down.
“Ticket for one doll.”
Huh? Y/n knew that voice.
Quickly turning her head to see if it was who she though it was, y/n looked at the man I form of her.
Dark hair that unlike when she had last seen him looked thicker and more styled, dressed In a simple button down and slacks, looking 10x better than when they had last spoken after y/n had dropped him off at the church.
“Elvis.” Y/N breathed out.
Elvis smile was wide showcasing his pearly whites.
“Miss Y/F/N, it’s a pleasure to once again lay my eye’s on you.”
“What are you doing here?” Y/N almost winced at the abrasiveness. “I Mean I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Elvis didn’t seem offended at all which gave y/n comfort.
“Pastor John asked me if I would be willing to help out with the churches stall at the fair, sister Margret has come down with the flu.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind y/n knew she would be slight worried for sister Margret the elderly woman had always been nice to y/n but all she could think of was how…….. y/n couldn’t describe what she was feeling as Elvis stood in front of her. That magnetic feeling once again stirred up inside of her, it had been a feeling she hadn’t experienced for weeks, the magnetic feeling that always seems it follow ‘Elvis’.
It was only when she received a sharp kick to her shin by Lacy did y/n come back to the present moment. She had unknowingly been staring smart Elvis for goodness know how long. Her cheek were stained red in embarrassment.
To Y/N’s relief ‘Elvis’ didn’t say anything of the matter but that Doesn’t mean y/n didn’t spot the slight quirk of his lips.
Thankfully Lacy came to the rescue to save Y/N more embarrassment.
“That’s $10 please.”
Elvis handed over the paper bill and Lacy gave him a wrist band.
While this was happening y/n continued to look down at the floor begging for the ground to open and and swallow her whole.
Once Elvis had disappeared Lacy turned it y/n with a smirk and question.
“Please don’t.” Y/n begged.
“Well, I gotta give you props, he’s certainly handsome, let me tell you he’s got the whole-“
“Elvis look down to a spot.” Y/N Finished lacy’s sentence, yes she had already heard it before.
Everyone who met him compared his to the departed singer and the man didn’t even deny it, even with all these weeks that have passed.
Honestly….. y/n would not be surprised if some how it was acutely-
NO!
Her mind was not going there.
She will not even think about such a thing, and she most certainly hasn’t been spending her evening researching possible time travel theories and those who have experienced it.
Still there was a very cool theory that there were multiple universes and there were thousands of versions of yourself in these other universes, and when you experience déjà vu your actually linking with another version of yourself that has already done the task, anyway she was getting of topic it say’s that if two different universes crossed each-other and you were somehow able to link with the other universe’s wave length in the nanosecond timeframe then hypothetically you could end up in that universe, at least that’s what y/n thought it meant, all those words were big sciency words that only smart people understood.
By the time Y/N was finally allowed it leave the ticket booth the fair was already in full swing, Manoeuvring around the large crowds y/n went in Search of her family, hopefully they had saved her some food.
Yet she wouldn’t see her family for the rest of the night, and it would be after y/N’s entire world would get shifted on its side.
“Y/N!”
Y/n looked to where her name had been called from, and was able to spot pastor John waving at her.
“Evening Pastor.”
“And to you y/n, I was hoping you could do me a favour.”
“Anything.“
“I have to relive the old tank , but I can’t leave the stall unattended, would you be a dear and man it until I get back.”
“No problem.”
“Thank you.” Pastor John hurried away from the stall leaving y/n standing by it.
“Looks like we will be spending time together after all doll.”
Damnit!
How could she of forgotten he was also working at the church stall.
“Hey.” Y/M tried to sound nonchalant, like she had completely embarrassed herself earlier.
‘Elvis’ was leaning against the table with his arms crossed and grinning.
“I didn’t get to tell you earlier, but I must say you look just like a magnolia in May.” ‘Elvis’ spoke in the southern drawl y/n had come to like.
“Thanks, you look nice too.” She wasn’t even lying. “So how have you been, I know we haven’t had a chance to speak since you first arrived at the church.”
“It’s been swell doll, the folks there are real nice and have treated me well, I’m currently doing some work for the church mainly filing and bookkeeping but it keep me busy plus there even given me some money, what about yourself.
Y/N shrugged her shoulders.
“Oh you know, bartending mostly I’ve been dining overtime.”
Y/n did know what else to say, she didn’t have the money for hobbies and she didn’t have time for friends.
If he was out of with her short answer, Elvis didn’t comment instead he simply held out a mason jug with what looked like ice tea.
“I just got some ice tea but I don’t think I can drink it all by myself, would you like some?”
Well her throat was a bit parched.
“Sure thanks.”
She reached out to grab the offered glass.
Yet the moment their skin touched something happened.
It was as if electric was running throughout your body, then as soon as it was there it was gone, only to be replaced with memories that assaulted your brain. Yet they weren’t your memories.
A little boy running through the streets Tupelo, Mississippi.
A Ten year old Elvis standing on a chair with a microphone singing "Old Shep".
Elvis singing at Sun Studio
Singing for the firts time at Louisiana Hayride.
Preforming on The Milton Berle Show and the Steve Allen show.
Elvis shooting his first movie, “Love Me Tender,”
Elvis buying Graceland mansion
Elvis receiving his draft notice.
Elvis marrying Pricilla
Birth of Lisa-Marie Presley
Elvis preforming his comeback special.
Elvis laying in bed and then waking up In The woods.
The overload of memories come to an end.
The mason glass falls from y/N’s hand and lands on the ground spilling ice tea everywhere.
“Y/n?” Hands gently grasp her, forcing her back to the present.
Elvis is in front of her looking worried.
“Elvis.” Y/n breaths out.
Elvis gave y/n a crooked grind
“That’s me doll.”
It really was……. I mean how…….. why…… just……… I mean…….
Holy Shit! She almost killed THE Elvis Presley.
Y/n knew she probably want making much sense to the man if it go of her right now but y/n was badly making sense of herself right now.
“Your really him….. aren’t you.”
By now Elvis realised that Y/N had finally caught in to what he had been saying because his posture stiffens and an apprehensive look appears on his face, like he’s waiting for y/n to start screaming or running.
Perhaps that’s exactly what she should of done, instead she could only utter one word.
“Hi.”
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How the Batboys View Food (HCs)
(A/N: BIG OL TRIGGER WARNING. I’ve been writing other stuff on other blogs but I wanted you to dump this here cause writer is struggling with food :3 and I see a lot of ways that the batboys could have the same mindsets. So this is a lot of me projecting but also just drabbling. Pretty angsty I guess in some parts, enjoy. If you’re struggling with eating or self-image, feel free to reach out to me bb, my dms are open <3)
TRIGGER WARNINGS: eating disorders, unhealthy views of food, anxiety, food insecurity, angst, writer lowkey projecting, this shit is probably VERY decently triggering so be warned please please please, my feelings will not be hurt if you skip
Let me reiterate that THESE ARE NOT HEALTHY VIEWS OF FOOD. Many of the thoughts portrayed are HOW THEY THINK of food, not ways you SHOULD or COULD think of food. It’s cathartic to see them through the light of my own issues, I wanted to share. Love you all.
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Bruce Wayne
Probably one of the healthiest views of food
He grew up without ever having food insecurity AT ALL bc he’s so so rich
But he has been starving before when he worked with the League of Shadows, which means he knows the feeling.
All it is is unpleasant to him, though
He’s trained to be able to deal with it, so I think Alfred definitely has to make sure he’s eating
But he’s not doing it on purpose.
He understands EDs, and he takes them super seriously, but he’s never struggled with that, really.
He might go through phases of body dysmorphia because of wanting to be as physically adept as he can be, but I don’t think that would have to do with restricting food very much.
Again, Alfred lets him know when he’s doing too much
I think he likes good food, but he’s been so spoiled in that sense that it’s not really a big priority to him
Dick Grayson
Writer projecting on Dick Grayson pt 1/many
Ok so Dick was raised in the circus, being a child athlete (acrobat)
Obviously his parents were super wholesome, they weren’t much of a root of any problem
But having comments on your physical performance, being stuck in a tight ass leotard, thinking so much about your body at a young age, all of these lead to some type of problems.
Writer is 100% not projecting their ballet childhood
Poor little Dick watched the Strongman talk about his food intake and protein and calories and he thought “wow, I should do that to be strong too”
Cue guilt around food
Dick sees food, at least for the first part of his life, as an obstacle
The less he can get of it, the more strong he can be
He kind of sees it as something to be counted, measured (Dick is wrong, reader, eat your burger and enjoy it >:()
He doesn’t actually starve himself to a point that he starts to get skinny, but he restricts himself to have peak performance
It’s just that his mindset about it is so bad
One time Alfred cooks dinner and Dick is having a bad day (Robin or young Nightwing days). He steps in and just-
“… I had a burger for lunch” said Dick, looking frozen in place.
Bruce just chuckles, not noticing his discomfort. “Hey, that’s fine. You can jog it off tomorrow. Plus, you could do to put some weight on, yknow?”
“No, I… I can’t. I’m at my limit. I wasn’t gonna eat dinner,” Dick tries to explain, picking at his thumb nervously.
“… What do you mean your limit?”
“I uh… diet” Dick says, though his heart is quickening.
…
“Are you counting calories, Dick?”
Long conversation ensues
That might be super ooc, you get the idea
Bruce does not STAND for it
Dick recovers while Jason’s a kid.
He might have a relapse when Jason dies, just out of grief
But he gets over it
He can’t ever get rid of that voice that tells him that what he’s consuming is numbers
But he’s started fostering one that tells him how delicious that goddamn hotdog is, which is pretty cool
Jason Todd
Poor baby :((((
He grew up poor, so food insecurity was probably definitely present
Plus his mom wasn’t super into taking care of his needs
So he grew to subconsciously see food as fuel, but in a less healthy way.
He learned to measure how much he was able to run on, what gave him the most energy rather than what was good for him or tasty
All of this was for survival until he showed up at the manor
At first he was ecstatic about having more food security
And he was never one to turn down food
But out of habit he kind of never got food for himself on purpose unless he REALLY needed it
The type of kid to say “but I don’t need lunch, I had breakfast.”
Which is valid in some cases depending on whatever, but the subconscious thing that was nagging him was the small fear that still lived in him of someday not being able to live in that same security he’s grown to know
Bruce has to make sure he eats, because he’ll always eat what he’s offered without a second thought. He just won’t feed himself
Jason is 100% convinced he’s fine, he just doesn’t need it.
He does, in fact, need three meals a day with his highly active twelve year old boy self smh
When he comes back as Red Hood, he still kind of carries that with him, but he’s more willing to eat now.
I think dying kind of made him realize that he doesn’t want to miss out on anything or hold himself back
Plus he has a lot more muscle to feed now
If it makes sense, he just kind of doesn’t think of food much at all now
Much like Bruce
Tim Drake
Ugly sobbing :3
Writer projecting pt 2
Tim, Tim, Tim, neglected Tim :(
He views food very much as something earned
He enjoys his junk food or whatever, but he feels like if he’s not doing good enough he doesn’t deserve to eat at all
Nervous wreck he is, this happens often
Doesn’t do well on a mission? No dinner.
Not doing well in a class? Not eating till he fixes that grade.
Bruce finds out and almost passes out cause WHY ARE ALL THESE KIDS HAVING THESE ISSUES
It’s because writer is projecting, sorry Bruce
Bruce helps him through it a lot
Cheat code: if you go through a significant amount of effort to make him food he can’t turn it down
Or if you buy it for him
It’s an anxiety and bargaining thing for him, but he’s a tough boy he gets thru it 💪💪💪
Damian Wayne
Hot take but the league actually has pretty healthy standards on eating
They need to be efficient, yeah, but they recognize that to do that they need FOOD
He might be a little skittish around like processed food or new foods though
Has a thing for texture
Overall one of the healthier views on it though, and everyone else is watching him like a hawk to make sure it fucking stays that way
#tw ed diet#tw ed but not sheeran#tw ana trigger#tw food#dick grayson#bruce wayne#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#batfam#batboys#angst#dc
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