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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 month

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Dad Steve in the summer bringing his nugget(s) and you to the beach 💗

dad!steve harrington x fem!reader

The car kept in the sticky heat in a way that Indiana never did. Boneyard Beach in Charleston, South Carolina was a mere forty minute drive from Hopper and Joyce’s new home, but the journey felt too long behind the wheel of the rental car.

Steve was pink in the cheeks by the time he parked in the sandy lot, his hair wild from the rolled down windows but at the sight of the ocean, he turned to you and grinned.

“It’s so blue,” you exclaimed, hands clasped together under your chin and you were almost frantic as you tugged off your seatbelt and opened the door. “Look, baby! Can you see the waves, huh?”

From behind your chair, your toddler clapped her hands, completely too young to understand what you’d asked her, but Margot gurgled happily all the same. Almost two years old and with curls as wild as her dad’s, she shared your eyes and Steve’s pouty, pink lips.

Steve managed to contain his grin as he gathered the bags and blanket from the trunk, eyes soft behind his sunglasses as he watched you gather your daughter from her seat and into your arms. She was still sticky with sunscreen, chubby little arms clinging to yours as you attempted to pop a sun hat on her head, much to Margot’s dismay.

Steve did his best to wrangle the bags into one hand in order to curl his free arm around both of you as you made your way from tarmac to sand, the pearly white grains of it making the vacation feeling come to life. The sky over the water was blue, cloudless, the ocean relatively calm and the beach quiet. There were a few families relaxing on the sand on bright towels, a couple and their dog a few miles down, throwing an orange frisbee into the shallows.

And once you found the spot you wanted, partly in the shade of some palm trees for Margot’s sake, you set her down on the blanket between your legs and let Steve tug off her tiny sandals, cooing at her the whole time as her daddy grasped her tiny hands in his own and let her experience sand for the first time.

She was unsure at first, babbles turning to whines as she stamped her little feet into the cool hills of it, brows scrunched as she stared up at her dad warily.

“I don’t think she likes it, babe,” Steve snorted, grinning at you and looking too pretty while he did so, with red swim trunks and his shirt off, freckled shoulders already turning tan under the summer sun. “Wanna try the water instead, Margot, yeah? Daddy’s gonna find you the prettiest seashell on the beach, how ‘bout that, princess?”

Your heart ached as Steve scooped your baby up, her fingers flying for his hair like always, grasping onto the ends of it as Steve blew a raspberry against her cheek. “I’ll find the second prettiest for you, honey,” Steve promised, winking at you in a way that reminded you all too much of senior year in high school, all the way back to when you first met him.

“You’re such a flirt,” you snorted, leaning back against the empty picnic bag and stretching out your legs. Your book was folded on your lap, fingers itching to pick it up. “I’ll hold you to that, Mr Harrington.”

Steve was already making his way down to the shore, but he looked back over his shoulder at you to grin wider. “Please do, Mrs Harrington.”

Despite your intentions, you found that you didn’t pick up your book at all. No, instead you watched from the sand banks as Steve held your daughter above the gentle waves, her tiny legs kicking wildly at the cool water, her face a picture of absolute marvel as she squealed and shrieked happily at each splash.

#dad!steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #Steve fanfiction #dad!steve blurb #Steve baby blurb

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samoankpoper21 · 1 month

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JJK Men Proposing 💍

A/N: Bonus points to whoever gets the kdrama reference in Suguru's proposal aslkf;saj Enjoy~!!

Content Warnings: mid smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!, some cursing

Kento Nanami:

"Love?"

"Yes?"

"Let's take a trip this weekend"

"Ooh ok. What did you have in mind?"

"Malaysia." Your typing coming to a pause you peered at him from above your glasses. "Malaysia? That's so random babe. Why there?"

"I've always wanted to go." Taking one last glance at him you noticed his restlessness. 3 years being together you've learned to read Kento Nanami; his face may be stoic, expressionless to others, but you picked up on the way he gulped, his fingers clenching and unclenching. Choosing to ignore his restlessness, knowing in due time he'll eventually come around to letting you in to his inner monologue, you warmly smiled stretching your pudgy, stout arms above your head. "Sure Ken, let's do that. We both could use a break."

The plane ride there you noticed his restlessness increase. "Ken?" you wrapped your smaller hand over his much too large hand. "What's wrong babe? You've been restless since we got on the plane."

"I'll be fine."

"You sure?" Leaning forward to kiss your forehead he hummed a "Mhmm."

He grabbed both of your bags escorting you to the rental area. Driving to the hotel resort he placed his hand on top of your left hand giving it a squeeze. "What part of Malaysia are we staying at?"

"Kuantan."

"Ooh ok. Sounds cool. Wait...you didn't bring me all the way out here to kill me right?" Staring at you in his peripheral he chuckled shaking his head. "You watch too many 'true crime' documentaries."

"But it's true babe! Most serial killers upon their first kill get anxious and after they've killed their victim it's like a high to them." Pressing a kiss to your hand he chuckled again. "You need to go back to watching Korean dramas or anime or something," Squeezing your interwoven fingers he suggests, "Take a nap love. It's going to take almost 4 hours to get there."

"No, no I'm ok! Really!"

15 minutes later Nanami glanced your way chuckling at your head nodding, trying to fight sleep. "Sleep love."

"You sure babe? I don't want you to be up alone."

"I'll be fine."

"Mmkay. Just know I tried." He chuckled as you stifled a yawn, kissing his hand before leaning your chair back to rest.

After having checked into the resort, Kento had planned a spa day for the both of you where you both enjoyed full body massages, clay mask treatment, and the jet bath to yourselves. "Ngh! Ken," you shuddered, the water sloshing over the sides as he gripped your full hips guiding you up and down his throbbing length, his half lidded eyes going back and forth between your fucked out expression, full breasts, and pudgy tummy. "What if -ngh- w-we get caught?"

"Shh," Nanami shuddered as your gummy walls involuntary tightened around his cock. "Seems like you don't mind us getting caught pretty girl." Biting your lip trying to suppress your moans as Nanami's cock hit that sweet spot you groaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "F-fuck Nanami, yes, yes, right there love." Nanami rolled his hips against yours hitting that sweet spot. Biting down on his shoulder you came your legs twitching as Nanami kept thrusting up into you. "Fuck," he growled, he too biting on your neck as he released his hot, sticky seed into you.

After dinner walking in hand in hand on the beach you stopped just short of where the waves could reach you, marveling at the sunset. The sky was painted in pretty hues of pink, orange, and purple. Closing your eyes inhaling the scent of the sea, reveling in the moment, the moment was briefly shattered with whizzes and whistles of fireworks. Looking up into the sky you gasped. "Nami, look! They're hearts!" turning to search for him you gasped upon seeing your boyfriend on one knee, small, red velvet box in hand. "Y/N, Kuantan has a special meaning to me. This is where I want to settle, build a home. I can't imagine building a home, my future, without you in it. Will you continue to build with me towards our future? Together?"

"Yes!" you shrieked, tackling him in the sand laughing. "Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes!"

Toji Fushiguro:

"Fuuuuck daddyyy 's too much." Toji had already made you cum three times, the first and third being from his tongue, the second from his fingers. You found yourself with your ass up, a mean arch in your back as Toji pounded into you. He loved fucking you from the back: watching the way your ass rippled every time his hips slammed against it, the way his balls swung hitting your folds and clit, your wide hips that he currently had a tight grip of, the stretch marks that adorned your thighs and belly, how loudly you were moaning at him hitting your g-spot, and how you always took him so well. With the way Toji was slamming his hips into your sopping cunt you felt yourself slowly slipping off the bed. Clawing your way attempting to move forward Toji slapped your ass, gripping the reddened flesh. "Stop running." Moaning you plead. "I-I'm gonna fall daddy."

"Then fall. As long as you stop running from this dick." He groaned as your tight walls clenched around him. "Fuck you're such a good slut fa' me. Getting turned on just 'cause I'm tellin' ya tah stop runnin'. Fuck momma bounce that ass back." Keeping your arch Toji stilled his thrusts watching the white ring around his cock slip in and out of your fat, juicy pussy, a slow steady plap plap plap sound filling the room, Toji grabbing a handful of your generous ass. He stilled you leaning over, his chest against your back, reaching into the drawer. Shuddering you knew he brought out the vibrator he graciously named 'Clittie'. "Gimme your left hand." Pushing yourself to balance on your right forearm you offered your left hand where he slipped a ring on. "T-Toji?"

"What? You gonna be with me or what?" Peering behind you locked eyes with him causing him to groan at your blissed out face mixed with light and love. "Your timing is so off." you chuckled. Grabbing your hips he slammed into you once again stating, "Fuck momma looks like you're stuck with me now. Whad'ya say huh?"

"Yes, yes, yes daddy! I'm all yours. Fuck I'm all yours daddy!"

"Good girl."

Choso:

He must be exhausted was your initial reaction upon meeting him at the dog shelter. Your manager tasked you with training the new, quiet hire, his baritone voice making your pussy clench. After working together you came to realize that (1) ain't nothing wrong with his eyes, (2) you grew fond of his sleepy eyes, finding them alluring, sexy even and (3) he reminded you of a big -lost- puppy. He would follow behind you closely, the heat from his body emanating, as you explained the tools and showed him the dogs.

Working together allowed you to build the rapport needed, learning and falling for the ins and out of Choso Kamo. Closing together one night the power went out, PG&E updating you both that it would take at least 3 hours before the power came back on. You found him in the play pen, all the dogs and puppies sleeping peacefully around him. Attempting to discreetly take his picture you cursed when the shutter sound went off, his eyes snapping open. "Sorry," you sheepishly offer. "You just looked too cute surrounded by all the dogs sleeping peacefully."

"Delete that."

"Whaaat? Come on Cho it looks really good though." you tease. Surprising you with his speed you found him in front of you smirking holding your phone above his tall frame. Jumping trying to reach your phone you whine. "Not fair dude. You're like 6 feet."

"Grow some inches then."

"Or you could put some in me."

"Huh?"

Attempting to cover your moans Choso bit your plush inner thighs, his tongue following shortly after. You looked to the sleeping dogs figures. "Ch-Cho," he swirled his tongue around your entrance, moving his way towards your clit. "Y-you think the dogs will mind?" Chuckling darkly he asked, "Now you're worried about the dogs? Where was all that cockiness from earlier?" Sucking your clit a moan ripped from your chest. "Choso please."

"What do you need baby girl?" he asked, spitting on your clit, watching it trail towards your clenching entrance. "Fuck me daddy."

A year later not much has changed except the constant fucking you and Choso did. Whenever Choso was in the mood your panties were pulled to the side as he stretched you out on his fat cock, his hot breath fanning your ear.

It was another closing shift but the rest of the team were there. You found it weird that everyone was still here considering it was only supposed to be you and Choso. "Y/N," your manager called out to you. "I need help in the play pen."

"Sure." Making your way to the play pen you were greeted by hordes of fur, giggling at the yapping, some of them jumping up to greet you. You noticed your manager and 2 of your coworkers sitting there giddy with anticipation. "What did you need help with boss?" She let a black chow chow puppy named Bo run to you, picking Bo up you noticed a red velvet box tied to its neck. Untying the red satin ribbon, opening the box you gasp recognizing his writing. "Will you marry me?"

"Turn around dummy." his baritone voice rang out. Quickly turning you found your boyfriend on one knee blushing furiously. "Aside from animals you were the first person to see me as a person. You make me feel welcome, warm, and loved. You have been like a light to my world and I can't see myself doing this life thing without you. Will you marry me Y/N?"

"Oh my god yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

"Are we almost there babe?" you huff out.

"Yup."

"That's what you said an hour ago."

"You're so dramatic." He chuckled.

"Babe you literally woke me up at the ass crack of dawn."

"I thought you liked how I woke you up." Your cheeks burning at the memory of Satoru and you cuddling when in your sleepy daze you felt him lifting your leg up thrusting into you, groaning at how wet you were for him. "Morning love," his morning voice sending shivers down your spine as one of his hands found purchase on your breast, the other on your plush hip as his hips rut into you sharply. Catching up to him you lightly smack him. "That's beside the point."

"Oh look you caught up." Holding his hand out to you you deeply inhaled the cold morning air, your lungs expanding. "You could see all the stars from up here." he gently observed. "Babe look! It's Orion's belt! Oh and the big dipper too!" Gently smiling your eyes continue scanning the starlit sky in search of familiar constellations. "Look down hunn'."

"Huh?" Peering down at the circular rooftop you exclaim. "Babe it's a heart!"

"What else do you see?"

"Ummm," you continue to scan the rooftops reading aloud. "W-I-L-L Y-O-U M-A-R-R-" gasping you turned to see him smiling widely. "First let me give you this." Handing you a certificate you saw that he had purchased a star near the edge of Orion's belt naming it after you. "Gojo," feeling your eyes tear up.

"I wanted to gift you the North Star but NASA said some bullshit 'bout how that star can never be bought. Y/N, I wanted to gift you the North Star because to me you shine the brightest, even on the days you don't feel like it. I have watched your light shine and transcend to others and I want to continue being part of that journey. Y/N, will you continue to be my north star while I continue being like the sun?"

"Only if you shine with me for thousands of years."

Geto Suguru:

"Love," Suguru called from your shared bathroom. "Babeeee." Standing in the doorway he watched as the blanket barely covered your naked sleeping form. You could sleep through anything. Light bulb going off in his head Suguru lay on his stomach, settling himself between your legs. Prying them open slowly he groaned at your glistening cunt. Pressing wet, open mouth kisses in your inner thighs he blew at your entrance watching you shiver. Teasing your already wet cunt he kissed around your opening. Laying his tongue flat, he parted your lips swirling his tongue around moaning at the taste of your essence, your musk scent mixed in with cocoa butter. Sucking, his mouth slowly moved up engulfing your clit giving it a tug. Moaning awake from your body heat you stir. "Babe?"

"Oh good! You're awake." He peeled his face away, your eyes growing dark at the sight of your arousal evident on his lips, chin,and nose. Trying to bring him closer he scooted away causing you to pout. "Sug?"

"Come on love. We have to go."

"But it's still dark out."

"I know but where I'm taking you you can only see this picture when the sun hits a 6."

"How you gonna leave me turned on?"

"I promise I'll make it up to you but we have to hurry. We only have 50 minutes and I don't want to get stuck in traffic." Groaning you reluctantly peeled yourself from the warmth of the bed throwing on jeans and a hoodie.

Quickly parking the car he grabbed your hand and ran with you towards the elevators of a merging company. Scanning your surroundings you were taken aback, a bit uncomfortable at how under dressed you felt. Getting off at the 17th floor he pulled you towards the staircase pulling you along the remaining 3 flights. Shouldering the door to the rooftop open you made it with 3 minutes to spare. Panting you ask, "Why didn't we just take the elevator all the way up?"

"For memory sake?"

"The fuck Sug." Quickly grabbing your hand he led you to the edge, heart hammering in his chest, he covered your eyes. 6AM hit, the rays of the sun slowly peeking over the city, it's warmth slowly seeping into your skin. Lowering his hands from your face he whispers, "Open your eyes love." Peeling your eyes you watch as the sun hit two billboards, turning them towards your direction; the first billboard reading, "Y/N let's continue making memories for eternity."; the second being, "Will you marry me?" Your hands clasping at your mouth you turn already crying. "Is that a yes?"

"Oh my god yes Sug! I love you! I love you so much!"

Ryomen Sukuna:

Sukuna's grip on your plump hips were sure to leave a bruise. He couldn't resist you especially since you were panting on his weeping cock, trying to fit all of him in. "You're a big girl I know you can do it."

"'s too big daddy."

"Oh?" Adjusting his hips he slammed into you causing your back to arch into him, your mouth agape in a silent 'O' shape. He chuckled licking, sucking, and biting at your neck making sure to leave a trail of hickies in his wake. Continuing with his rough pace you let out a garbled noise as you clung onto him, your head falling into his neck. "Come on pretty girl, can't do all the work myself." Peeling back to look at him, water decorating your lash line, he licked his lips shivering at the sight. He liked this sight of you, how pathetic you looked around his cock. Smirking and slowing his pace, his stroke still hitting deep he teased, "What? Dick got you dumb?" Surprising him, yourself included, you pushed against his chest laying him flat. Planting your feet on the bed, your fingers slowly trailing down the expanse of his chest, outlining his abs, you lift yourself a little more than half off of his deck and slam back down. "Fuck woman!"

"Who's the dumb one now?" You continue with that pace, Sukuna gritting his teeth. This was one of the many reasons he fell for you, you were the only one who was willing to challenge him to gain dominance, although he was always the victor. "Fuck baby just like that." he instructs with his eyes closed. The sound of your voluptuous ass smacking against his thick ,muscular thighs were making him go feral, wanting to empty his balls deep into your sweet cunt.

"Fuuuuck daddy your dick's so good."

"Yeah? You like getting fucked by this big dick?"

"Fuck yes! I wanna have your kids fuuuck."

"Let's get married first."

"Yes, yes, yes!" In the midst of your riding he procured a ring placing it on your finger. Gasping you squeal, "You were being for real?"

"Woman if you don't accept me-" leaning forward capturing his lips you say, "I'd be honored to be your wife Ryomen Sukuna."

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rentbyhost · 5 months

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omgthatdress · 1 year

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I’m assuming Maryellen’s Vacation Playsuit is meant to go with her Airstream trailer, campfire cook set, and hiking accessories, even though it looks like it’s much more suited to playing at the beach instead of a rugged hike through the woods. Would really like to see a proper hiking ensemble for her, but the playsuit is fucking adorable so I’m just gonna love it.

And her airstream. OMFG WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT. LOOK AT HOW FUCKING ENORMOUS IT IS.

Trailers, campers, RVs, and mobile homes were popularized in the 1950s as outdoorsy home-away-from-homes for the middle class. You could tow one behind your car and have a way to travel and go camping that didn’t involve actually experiencing discomfort.

People figure out pretty quick that they made for decent living spaces, and they were actually advertised as being a mortgage-free way to own a home.

Anyone who grew up in America knows that “trailer” quickly became synonymous with “trash.” To show how the mobile home went from an object of middle-class luxury to one primarily associated with poverty, I’m going to trace the history of what was once the skankiest trailer park in Seffner: the Scarab Trailer Park.

The property was bought in 1951 back before Seffner suburbanized, and it was primarily orange groves and scrubland. It had several trailers permanently parked there, as well as a couple of small office buildings. It rented trailers for the week, so families living in Tampa who wanted to get away for the weekend could come out and enjoy nature.

By all accounts, it was a really nice place, and had it been preserved, the trailers there would have been excellent relics of mid-century design. Along with vacationing families, the single-week rentals made the trailers popular abodes for the migrant farm workers who came in to work the orange groves.

Soon, Seffner went from being out in the boonies to being the suburbs. Two strip shopping centers were built on either side of the park. Families didn’t want to vacation here any more. The week-long rentals meant that the park was now primarily being occupied by the very poor and transient. In the 1970s, the property was sold to a new owner who was very uninterested in keeping the park the nice place it once was. One of the other things about living in trailers is that they weren’t built to last like a proper home is. They started falling apart, and their tenants didn’t have the money to make repairs. By the 90s, the Scarab Trailer Park was fucking gross.

In 2004, the property was once again sold, and the new owner evicted the tenants on very short notice, leaving them effectively homeless.

The trailers were torn down, and today the property is a Tractor Supply Store. Landlords are scum of the fucking earth. Capitalism must be destroyed.

#1950s #American Girl #Maryellen

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gokartkid · 1 year

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maxiel 7

maxiel 'things you said while we were driving'

Max wakes up slowly with the jolting of the car. His head judders where he’s leaned it against the window. The orange lights of the street lamps flash across the car, across his vision, warm and orange over the dashboard and down the seats.

He can hear the radio faintly, an indistinct voice talking about an awards show or an artist or something— he’s too tired to try and parse it out properly.

Daniel’s humming something under his breath, a low comforting noise that has Max closing his eyes again.

He breathes in the smell of the cheap rental, mint air freshener and the crisp seat against his neck. He doesn’t know where they are— somewhere in the middle of nowhere, faded white stripes shooting past on cracked asphale, inky black in the night.

Max feels blurry still as he shifts, tilts his head to the other side to look at Daniel from between his lashes; his eyes struggle to focus, making out his dark curls, the shadow of his eyes in his face, the curve of his nose.

Daniel slants a look over towards him— always catches it when Max wakes up like this, like he’s in tune with his breathing, his heartbeat. His hand comes over, off the wheel, pats at the inside of Max’s knee, thumb fitting in the curve of his kneecap.

Max shifts, opens his legs and blinks slowly at Daniel, puts his hand over his.

He can hear the soft rumbling of the car as it eats at the road, big tires rolling over asphalt steadily through the night. It’s a hybrid, makes it strange and quiet in comparison to Max’s childhood memories of road trips and caravans and puttering engines with his dad stood on the side of the road hands on his hips.

He’s watching carefully as Daniel’s jaw cracks as he yawns, wide, like a cat.

“Do you need to stop soon? We can swap.”

He sounds a bit off kilter— but they have red bull in the back if Max needs to perk himself up. He can jog on the spot in the cool night air if he needs to.

Daniel shrugs, fingers patting a rhythm on the leather of the wheel.

“Nah, s’alright we’re about 5 minutes away from the motel anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

Max sits up further in the seat, brows coming together. He squeezes Daniel’s hand in his lap.

“I don’t want you to be too tired— I can take over. And, of course, it’s dangerous to drive tired.”

More dangerous to drive tired than drunk; Max remembers his mum telling him strictly when he and Daniel had first been planning the trip. She’d pressed a brochure into his hand about it and everything and he’d laughed said ‘we’re professional drivers.’ She’d scoffed, said that didn’t even count if they barely drove on real roads, taking their fancy planes everywhere.

This is Max’s first road trip.

Daniel had been horrified when he’d first told him he’d never gone on a— he called it a ‘roadie.’

“You know,” he’d been trying to explain why it was so essential, and appealing, “you drive from place to place, you drink — not while you drive — you set up at beaches and shitty motels, it’s like, the life.”

Daniel answers him, in the present, makes Max snap out of his drifting memory.

“I’m all good. I promise,” a squeeze around his fingers, “thanks for checking in babe.”

Max nods, flops backwards into his seat. He looks out through the window in front of them, flat landscape, and there in the distance, buildings. The sign for a motel like a beacon, buzzing neon lights, a red glow around VACANCIES.

There’s a crinkled bag of chips and a soda in the compartment beside him and he digs around for the last few crumbs of chips, salty and comforting.

The crunch of gravel as they pull into the drive, and Max slaps himself lightly on the cheeks to wake up properly, stretches until he feels his shoulders pop. He looks over to see Daniel watching him, eyes soft with— something.

They’re only staying at this place for the night, off again bright and early. Daniel had already marked out tourist-y spots that they were covering— ending it all at the grand canyon. A grand finale.

“You ready to go in?”

Max leans over, presses a kiss onto his sleepy soft mouth, feels their beyond 5-o-clock shadows scrape as he nudges into Daniel’s cheek. Opens his eyes in the middle just to see Daniel’s closed, the blur of his face too-close.

“Yeah. I’m ready.”

#tyyy!!!!#asks #my fic #maxiel #mv33 #dr3 #f1 rpf

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idyllicbarb · 1 year

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𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃’𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄

pairing: sam x vlogger!reader

synopsis: it’s the offseason in the nfl, sam now being able to travel freely for a few months before camp starts. vlogger!reader meets sam during her vacation, not realizing how much they relate to each other. falling hard for one another opens up a world full of endless opportunities and a chance for both sam and reader to experience something they’ve been craving for the longest.

warning: angst, fluff, smut, sad!sam, smoking cigars, drinking, old-relationship trauma, cussing at each other, slow burn.

quote for series: “who are you, when you’re not performing?”

playlist: recommended songs for series

you smile as the water crashes along your feet, currently in orange beach, alabama. life for you is something else right now. leaving your hometown after college, you decide to start fresh. you flip your camera down to your freshly painted white toes. "so pretty guys, and it's calm out here!" you say to the camera as the wind blows in your face.

that was something else that you decided to do, vlogging. you didn't know what caused you to buy a camera and tripod, you just did. maybe this felt like a safe way to communicate how you feel about your life. it was a great idea, your mind telling you. birds in the distance fly throughout the sky, landing anywhere on the beach.

you're from florida, a fun time growing up there but too much trauma for you regarding your relationship. boyfriend of three years decided to cheat on you while you were in class. finding out by seeing there was lipstick smeared on your sink, the thing is, you only wear lipgloss. shaking your head from the flashbacks, you walk back to your covered chair.

in the distance is sam with a few of his friends from college. he's sitting down with shades covering his eyes while a random playlist is blasting through some speakers sam grabbed from the trunk of his rental. he's looking in your direction but you're too busy giggling at whatever is on your phone. hearing a friend call his name, sam stands up to greet him, leaving the thought of you in the back of his mind for now.

you pull up your shorts over your bikini, there's laughter coming from the left of you and you turn your head to see a group of guys hanging out. one man in particular sticks out to you, well maybe it's because he's wearing blue swim shorts, blue hat, and a chain around his neck. he's dapping up his friend with a smile on his face, you wonder if you should get his phone number. but you shake that thought out of you, realizing that he probably doesn't live where you live.

placing everything inside your tote bag, you turn to your camera, "it was a great time out here, i can't wait to explore the rest of orange beach with you guys!" you say with excitement in your voice before hitting save, closing your camera. putting your glasses on, you flag down the lifeguard and alert him that you're leaving.

"thank you for spending some time with us today," the young man, kendrick, says with a smile on his face. you give him a nice tip, "you'll probably be seeing me almost everyday dear, take care." you send him a friendly wink before walking back to your car.

sam seen the whole thing, he didn't even get a chance to see your face but is wanting to be near you. practically aching for some affection after his last relationship ended pitifully. maybe you'll be here in orange beach for a while just like sam.

conversation with his friend, jake, resumes again, sam hears something about going out to eat tonight. "yeah i don't mind man," sam responds with before taking a sip of his beer. the sun begins setting and the friend group returns back to their hotels to get ready for dinner. sam silently pleading he'll be able to run into you and get a conversation out of you.

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i don't wanna give

you the wrong impression

you're listening to rihanna while applying mascara. feeing pretty enough to go out tonight, maybe make a few memories, feel happy for once in a while. you wipe away a stray tear not trying to get reminded of that horrendous event. your stomach feels as if its turning into knots while you continue doing your makeup.

taking deep breaths, you finish applying your blush to your cheeks. adding some eyelashes, you feel complete with how you did your makeup. closing everything and placing it inside of your bag neatly, you put your airpods in your ear letting the song continue to play.

i need love

and affection

you slip your sneakers on then putting some earrings on. smiling to yourself in the mirror, you feel amazing. feeling like the old you. grabbing your phone, you turn the music off and grab the keys to the rental car. you keep a few lights on in the condo to return back to, closing and locking the door, you hear kids giggling on the sidewalks.

a neighbor says hello to you in which you do the same, giving them a soft smile. walking down to your car, you get in and immediately start it. placing the car in drive, you head off into the nightlife finding anything that catches your eye. a local gift shop makes you park your car and head inside, finding a few people who are picking up figurines and merchandise.

and i hope i'm not

sounding too desperate

walking around for a bit, you come across some the pink section picking up a hello kitty jar and looking closely at it. the door to the store opens, a loud group of men coming inside. you turn your music up a little bit louder, not in the mood to deal with anybody.

i need love

and affection

sam hears music playing behind him, he sees your back and realizes that it's you. the same woman he seen earlier today on the beach.

you seemed to be very reversed and shy, not wanting anybody in your personal bubble. you were holding up a pink heart shaped tray, sam has to stop watching you when his friends calls his name. "sam, what you find?" jake asks, he blinks bringing himself back to reality.

"nothing yet, i'm still searching for some party decorations." sam replies as he moves in the direction of the blue section. you turn your volume down a little bit when hearing a few raspy voice, your eyes come in connect with sam's back. moving out of the section that you're in, you walk towards the decor aisle.

"your favorite color must be pink," a voice from behind speaks, causing you to pause your music and put your airpods in your pockets. you turn your head to come in contact with the man who you didn’t realize had you sworn at the beach. just to find out that he's.. sam hubbard?

you tilt your head to the side and he laughs, "yeah, i know, not used to seeing an athlete out roaming like this," and you nod your head in agreement remembering what sam first said to you, "yeah, i uh.. i do like the color pink! how'd you notice?"

sam points to the hello kitty jar that's in your hand, "this and you looking at pink pillows gives me the idea that you enjoy anything that is pink." you blush slightly, trying to hide the smile that's creeping up on your face. "well, thank you for noticing that, i'm y/n."

sam reaches his hand out to shake yours and you give him a small shake before pulling away slowly, "of course well, i'm sam hubbard, are you from here y/n?" you shake your head no and sam wants to scream the word 'yes' very loud. "where do you live? if you don't mind me asking of course."

"cincinnati.. ohio." you feel as if a freight train has just struck you. remembering how sam was born and raised there plus he still lives there since he plays for the bengals. "oh really? maybe you can come see me play." you cover your mouth from laughing really loud in the store, "what makes you think i'll watch those bengals games for you?"

sam steps a bit closer to you, "with the way i've had you giggling since i started speaking to you, i'm sure you'll want to see me more." you grin a bit at his cocky words, he's somewhat right but you'll never let him know. at least not at the moment, "yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night mr. sam hubbard."

sam snickers at your comment, "how about when you finish shopping, we can walk across the street to the ice cream shop?" you look up to meet sam's sincere eyes staring down into yours, "i um.. is this suppose to be a date?" you tease and sam chest rumbles with laughter, "if you want it to be, i just want to get to know you better. that's all." you hum at his words before walking around him to head to the register.

"don't go anywhere mr. ninety-four." you joke, turning your attention towards the cashier afterwards.

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you placed your bags inside the car and walked over the busy orange beach streets to get some ice cream with sam. "you must be here on vacation?" he asks once you two are in line. "yeah, just needed a peace of mind." you shrug your shoulders, not wanting to talk about your past relationship. "i say you're here for the same thing as well?"

"yeah, decided to leave cinncinati for the off season." you hum at his words and walk up to the counter when you're the next two people in line. "oh! fudge brownie, that sounds so good." sam laughs at the way you're staring at the menu items, "what? a girl loves chocolate!"

"interesting. i thought you'd like vanilla or something." you frown and make a fake upset face, "you've mistaken me for a basic bitch. i'm never basic." sam just laughs and stares at you as you swing your hair off your shoulders.

"i must interest your mind, hubbard," you say with your mouth full of brownies after waiting for a few minutes for you two's order. "yeah, yeah, just seen you on the beach and was hoping i could come across you again."

"sounds somewhat stalker like don't you think?" you say with a smile on your face and sam chuckles at that, "you got a lot of jokes up your sleeves i see."

you’re about to reply to sam until you hear the same rihanna and future song that had been playing while you were doing your makeup earlier. “oh! this is my song, what you know about this?” you ask sam before singing off tune to the lyrics.

“can you love me for poor?” you move your hands around as you sing.

“i’m searchin’ for my soul.” sam lowly sings and you snap your eyes at him, “whoever turned ya cold, you need to let ‘em know.” you stopped singing, letting sam continue but he doesn’t as he stares into your eyes the way that he did earlier in the store. the song continues to play in the background.

i can work miracles

i’ll work you physical

and when i hold you close

you can feel my heart

beating from my clothes

#sam hubbard fanfiction #sam hubbard x you #sam hubbard fics #sam hubbard #cincinnati bengals #sam hubbard x reader #nfl fan fiction

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 1 year

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Seashells (Sashnetra)

Suprise fic time! This is actually part of both the Wedding Planner AU (set way in the future, so no spoilers for the main story) and the Love Letter AU (which is Jasya-centric au, this set as a prequel, of sorts) This is a very fluffy and family-centered fic, so I hope y'all enjoy!!

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Sasha woke up to the morning sun rays shining through the window of the master bedroom. She had been at the rental beach house in Malibu for the past few days, both she and her family needed some time away from their chaotic and busy lives in LA. Her arms reached the other side of the bed, expecting a warm body to snuggle over and stay in bed for a little longer. But to her dismay, the other side of the bed was empty, with the duvet barely put back in place. Sasha rolled over to see her bedside table, where her bottle of melatonin and cell phone sat from the night before.

She sat up in bed and picked up her cell phone while feeling the cold air conditioning hit her arms. Her phone showed notifications from several different brides, a few grooms, and one unhappy mother of the bride. But she scrolled over all of those messages since she knew that her assistant, Amethyst, had it all covered while she was away from her business. She clicked on the text that came in less than an hour before she woke up.

Neech: The little one wanted to collect more seashells this morning, we’ll be back later. Love u

She sent a few heart emojis in response before pressing the lock button and putting it in the drawer of the bedside table. She wasn't going to need it much today.

She walked to into the adjoining bathroom and took the pink silk robe from the hook on the wall. Sasha slipped it on and tightened the tie in front of her. She looked in the mirror and fixed her dyed ginger hair to a loose messy bun. After freshing up, she walked back to the bedroom to open the curtains. From her view from the bedroom window, she noticed that the sliver of the driveway and the road outside were still slightly wet from the small thunderstorm that came in the night before.

Sasha walked through the hallway, seeing that the door to her oldest daughter's room was slightly ajar. She knew Kerri preferred the door shut, and had a feeling that Kerri invited someone over during the night before. She also has noticed that since Kerri was a teenager, she always had the same person over during nights when they had thunderstorms in the area.

Down the stairs, she saw a familiar younger woman with blonde hair sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. She was facing the other direction, writing in a notebook, and a half-full glass of orange juice next to her. She walked in from the other side of the kitchen, and greeted the woman at the counter "Good morning, Jasmine. I see that you got up early today." Out of all of Kerri's friends, Jasmine was the only one that knew that she was welcome in their home at any time. The two girls had met and became best friends shortly after Kerri was adopted when she was 13 years old and moved to a new school district.

Jasmine looked up from her notebook, shutting whatever she had been writing. Sasha had accidentally seen what was in the notebook before, only seeing what appeared to be letters, titled 'Dear Daya', before realizing that it was meant to be private. Jasmine smiled at Sasha "Hey, Sasha. Kerri said that it was okay for me to come over last night, even though I got here pretty late." Jasmine explained.

Sasha took out two coffee mugs from the cabinet and saw that the coffee machine had freshly brewed coffee ready in the pot. Her wife was always better at remembering to turn on the coffee pot in the morning, which she quickly learned to appreciate in their relationship. "It's fine, you know the door is always open for you." She said as she poured the coffee into the mugs. She turned to the other counter and set the mugs down, and continued "Was it the thunderstorm that brought you over?" she asked.

Jasmine pursed her lips and nodded. Sasha and Kerri have known Jasmine's fear of thunderstorms for years. One night during a sleepover and a storm suddenly came in, she saw the girls alone in the dark living room. Kerri had Jasmine's head in her lap, the blonde teenager crying while Kerri tried her best to soothe her. Sasha made both the girls hot chocolate that night, all of them sitting in front of the electric fire of their home. Jasmine continued talking "My cats can only do so much to calm me down at my apartment. Plus, my roommate is always out with her girlfriend anyways."

Sasha listened as she prepared the coffees to her and her wife's preferences. Lots of sweetened creamer for herself, and a small splash of milk for her wife. "And writing seems to help you out too since I've been seeing you with that notebook a lot lately."

Jasmine's eyes widened, and she was about to speak, unsure what to say in response. Luckily for her, the conversation was interrupted by the sliding door to the backyard opening, and the sound of small feet running across the floor in sandy flip-flops.

"Momma! Me and Mommy got lots of pretty shells this morning!" a preschool-aged girl with long brown hair and green eyes ran over to hug Sasha's legs, holding a small plastic bucket in her hand.

Sasha knelt down to look at her younger daughter "You did? How about we go look at them outside and you and Mommy can show me your favorites, okay Delia?" Her daughter nodded and noticed Jasmine in the room, walking over to give her a hug as well.

"She has so much energy this morning, she ran so much when we were over on the beach." Anetra walked up behind Sasha, giving her wife a good-morning kiss on the cheek, before picking up her cup of coffee from the counter. "Let's go outside and enjoy this morning together." Anetra walked in front of Sasha towards the back door, coffee still in hand.

Sasha looked at her wife as they walked outside. She was still as enamored by Anetra since that day in the fitting room, almost a decade later. Her wife's appearance had changed over the years, now a scar runs straight through her left eye, tattoos etched into her skin, and slight old stretch marks from her pregnancy with Delia. But Sasha was always reminded how beautiful her wife is, everyday.

Sasha sat on one of the lounge chairs, setting her mug on the small glass table next to her. She sat up, cross-legged as she felt Anetra sit behind her in the chair, head resting in the crock of her neck, and arms wrapped around her midsection. Anetra’s torso pressed against her back, and she felt the most at home in her wife’s arms.

She and Anetra watched as Delia dumped the shells onto the concrete of the patio, with some grains of wet sand and small pieces of seaweed still attached to the shells. Jasmine sat on the ground with her, helping her organize the shells that Delia collected that morning. She held up different shells of varying shades and shapes, showing everyone around her.

While Delia was distracted, Sasha noticed Kerri at the doorway, sneaking out of view and tip-toeing around the girls, before grabbing two clam shells and holding them over her eyes "Rawr! I'm the shell monster and I'm here to get you!" Kerri exclaimed before Delia jumped up, giggling and running away as her older sister chased her around the yard. In between giggles, she kept asking for Jasmine to protect her from the shell monster.

She and Anetra watched the girls play in the yard, and Sasha spoke quietly to her wife.

"Hey, Netra? I'm pretty proud of the family we made together."

Sasha felt Anetra's arms tighten around the small of her waist, hearing the smile in her wife’s voice.

"Me too, Sasha. me too."

#wedding planner au #love letter au #sashnetra #rpdr s15 #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr s14 #my fics #my writing

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rohankama · 11 months

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@minifrenchfry-kabbit

"Maybe somewhat.. yeah."

He admitted to the other's inference with only a hint of sheepishness, scratching a bit at the back of his tied ears, unsure whether the uncomfortable feeling was just nerves, or sand chaffing under his fur.

He'd made the mistake of falling asleep in the shade under their beach parasol, and woken up to Fynn burying him in the sand. Normally he wouldn't mind, but he'd yet to fully dry after his swim, which meant the sand had stuck to him.

He'd brushed most of it out, he thought.. but he'd still need a more thorough hosing down later. And make the fucker painstakingly comb out whatever skin-irritating grains were left.

He'd get him back later, if nothing else at least Rohan and Penny had seemed to be entertained with their childish foot-chase around the beach.

After being caught and sufficiently "punished" for his crime, Fynn volunteered to make a grocery run with Penny for snacks and drinks, and Ro had opted to retire to their rental to watch the sunset as the tide rolled in.

Benji had planned to just take a walk, but after a significant look from a departing bot, he sighed, and followed after the striped skeleton back toward the rental. Part of the reason they'd planned this summer trip was so that he and Ro could get on even ground.. and here he was, still trying to avoid it.

Stop running away. You've been through worse.. just get it over with.

And well, he'd gotten this far. At least he was willing to listen, if not yet fully participate.

"Mm.. that's quite a different impression of me than you used to have. Glad to know we have that going for us. I wouldn't.. give me so much credit though. Still a bar low enough to trip on."

He chuckled a bit tiredly, before letting himself flump over backward on his mattress, head tipped back on the foot of the bed, so as to still keep his purple-blue gaze trained on the other, while still keeping a respectful, somewhat relaxed distance.

The churn of thoughts was maddening though, and as the silence stretched, he groaned quietly and covered his eyes with a stressed press of his pads.

"I feel like I have so much to apologize for.. I'm.. not really sure where to begin, honestly.."

Was it a different impression? Benji had always been pretty clear about broadcasting his feelings on things. Sometimes with his words, other times with his fluffy face. That broadcast had just gotten more awkward over the years as situations changed, and they got to know one another better.

That last part had been reluctantly done on both ends for quite some time. He’d like to think they were better with each other now. He’d like to think they were over the past, like he was with Fynn.

Was it better to confront these things long past, or push it away, forgive and forget?

Would it help him, or Benji more? Both? He honestly wasn’t sure.

Rohan exhales, turning on his perch to look out at the setting sun. It really was quite pretty, reflecting against the water. Like an endless sea of reds and oranges and pinks, fading into the deep blue of night.

“If you really want to try apologizing for specifics, just choose something at random and go along from there,” he says dryly. “Fynn already beat you to the whole ‘sorry I was such a fucking jackass to you for years’ route, which is fine by me, cause bringing up specifics would just upset the both of us.”

These days, he was pretty sure talk of that nature upset Fynn more than it did him.

Ro leans his head on his shoulder facing outside the completely open window, sockets half closing as he admired the bright sparkle of the waves along the nearby shore. Focusing on things like that might help him get through whatever this was coming his way. Keep him from storming away like an overwhelmed child.

#kama karma (rohan);;#jinxed lapin (benji);;#minifrenchfry

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Info for Faith In The Future World Tour IRVING, TX - JUL 6 2023

With special guests THE SNUTS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

5:30 PM - Doors Open

7:00 PM - Andrew Cushin

8:00 PM - The Snuts

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit tickets):

Guests may begin lining up at the front door entrance no earlier than 8:00AM on Thursday, July 6.

Sequentially numbered wristbands will be placed on each guests' wrist upon arrival on a first come, first served basis.

Guests must show a valid ticket in order to receive a wristband, and all guests within a party must be present.

No camping or overnight parking is permitted on the Toyota Music Factory premises.

Arrival prior to 8:00AM will result in being escorted off property.

Guests are encouraged to return at 3:00PM to queue for General Admission entry at our front door entrance.

Security will honor wristbands from 3:00PM - 4:00PM.

After 4:00PM, guests will join the line on a first come, first served basis.

Loss, removal or tampering with a wristband will result in loss of place in line.

Guests are not permitted to hold places in line.

Please be respectful and courteous to all other guests.

Check the venue’s socials for updates!

⚠️🔅Weather advisory🔅⚠️

High temperatures expected - highs of 96ºF/35ºC

Thunderstorms expected - prepare for rain, high winds and volatile weather.

Wear sunscreen

Monitor the weather

Bring a small umbrella/rain coat

⚠️ HYDRATION ADVISORY ⚠️

YOU MUST Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Eat well!

Wear sunscreen!

Here are important things to know:

The venue is cashless! Pay with cards! Cash for card machines available at no extra charge.

Upgrades: VIP Club Access: Private air conditioned club with full service bar and private restrooms ($80). Lawn chair rental ($15). Live Nation blanket ($20)

Parking: Arriving BEFORE 5PM: Parking is available in the Irving Convention Center Garage (500 W. Las Colinas Blvd.). Arriving AFTER 5PM: Parking is available in the Urban Tower Garage (222 Las Colinas Blvd.). Avoid parking in the streets (on Promenade Parkway) or on any grass lots. Utilize ride share options: DART (1/2 mile walk from Orange Line) and Uber. Expect traffic and delays, so arrive early. Buy parking here ($20-55).

ADA info here

Cameras: non professional only. NO Cameras with detachable lenses. If the camera lens zooms out of the camera more than 1 in- it will be considered a professional camera and will not be allowed in. Video or audio recording devices prohibited.

Water: One 1-liter factory-sealed or empty bottle per person ALLOWED. Empty Camelbacks ALLOWED.

Binoculars ALLOWED

Umbrellas* (36" or shorter) ALLOWED

Bug Spray and Sunscreen – non-aerosol only please ALLOWED

Blankets and Tarps ALLOWED

NO chairs of any kind

NO beverage besides water - FROZEN water bottles are also not allowed

NO Glass containers or cans

NO Alcohol

NO Coolers of any kind

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO Marijuana or any cannabis products

NO drugs

NO smoking

NO Fireworks or sparklers

NO knives, firearms, Brass knuckles, Tasers & mace/pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO wallet chains, spiked accessories

NO Inflatables, throwing toys (including beach balls and frisbees), blow-up toys, balloons or bubbles

NO Recording devices, iPads/laptops

NO Selfie sticks, drones

NO Laser Pointers/flashlights

NO Scooters/Skateboards

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

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*This list is not exhaustive. Items not appearing on the list may still be prohibited at the discretion of Security.

For more details click here

Bag Policy:

CLEAR plastic/vinyl tote bags no larger than 12” x 6” x 12” and

small clutch bags, wristlets, or fanny packs no bigger than 6”x 9”. Small clutch bags do not need to be clear.

No other bags of any type will be allowed.

Any bags that do not meet our guidelines must be returned to your vehicle.

Banners, signs and flag policy:

NO Signage larger than 8.5"x11" or standard size of printer paper.

We do not allow in banners or signs that are larger than this due to the potential to block other guests view of the performance.

All signs must be appropriate in nature and not be a distraction to the artist.

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at (214-978-4888). You can also access their website. Email: [email protected] . Check their Twitter and IG for updates. Address: 300 W Las Colinas Blvd., Irving, TX 75039. Venue: The Pavilion at Toyota Music Factory.

#fitfwt irving #venue policy #venue info

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