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[yumenosakiacademy]

I WAS FUCKING WASHINGMY HANDS N WHEN I TURNED ON YHE WATER I SAW A LIL DARK SPOT DART AWAY OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY EYE NEAR THE SOAP ON THE RIGHT N I WAS LIKE "oh God was thr a roach" N KINDA FROZE BUT AFTER I FINISHED WASHING I LOOKED AROUND N SAW NOTHING SO I REMOVED THE CUP ON TOP OF THE SOAP N BIG FUCKIGN SPIDER

[skzimagines]

Part 2.

Characters: Hyunjin x female reader. All of Skz and y/n’s friend.

Genre: Camping!Skz Obsessed!Hyunjin

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, smut.

Summary: After a few drinks while sitting around the campfire, y/n admits her feelings to Hyunjin and tells him she knows a few secrets of his.

Previous: part one

I woke up due to the feeling of sweat not being able to move. The heat coming into the tent from the sun was unbearable. I rubbed my eyes and came to the realization that there was an arm wrapped around my stomach. I turned my head and found Hyunjin laying beside me, head on his pillow, leg across mine and arm around me. Wide awake. “Oh my god.” I say, in a panic. I quickly sit up and rip the blanket off of me. “Did we?” I asked, not wanting to come out and say the word ‘fuck’. “Have sex?” He asks. Sitting up, brushing his hair out of his face. “No we didn’t.” He says. With a worried expression. “Oh thank god!” I take a deep breath and get out of bed. I quickly realize that I am left in nothing but my underwear and one of Hyunjins tshirts. “What happened?” I whisper. Hyunjin moves closer to me and starts rubbing my arm. “You told me you loved me..” he says, planting a kiss on my back. I slap my hand on to my forehead. “Oh my god, Hyunjin. I am so sorry, I was so drunk. I don’t even remember what happened.” I say in a stressed tone.

Hyunjin is kind of taken aback by your statement. Did you mean it when you told him you loved him? Was it the alcohol talking? Did you not actually want to do anything with him last night? His mind is racing at a hundred miles an hour. He takes the blanket off of himself and gets out of bed with you. “No, y/n. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that with you while you were drinking. I- I thought you felt the same feelings I felt for you and I just- I lost all control of my mind. I’m so sorry.” He rushes to get his shirt on and leaving the tent. Before you could stop him and tell him that you don’t have feelings for him. That you love him, more than he’d ever know.

•

“Hiking? Do we really have to go hiking?” Changbin whines. Throwing his head back in a tantrum that makes you chuckle.

“Yes, that was and has been the plan for our second day since last month when we planned this whole thing, idiot.” Ash says, smacking him upside the head. Changbin rubs the back of his head whining once again.

“Are we all going together?” Minho asks. “We don’t have to, we can all split into groups. There’s more than one trail we could take.” Says Chan. “Okay, well… who wants to go with who?” Minho asks.

Everyone bikers about who’s going with who. You try your best to steer clear of hyunjin, who isn’t saying much. Just chuckling once in a while at the guys. But you should have known the universe would have put you two together. You were teamed up with Hyunjin, Ash, Felix and Seungmin. The rest of the group went together. We all grab a bag to bring with water and bug spray and made our way to our separate trails. Hyunjin walked ahead with Felix and ash. I stayed behind with Seungmin. For obvious reasons, things are a bit awkward between Hyunjin and l right now. I would stop him and talk about last night, but I’m not sure if we wants to do the at in front of everyone. Or if anyone even knows what went on last night. And as if he could read my mind…

“So… what happened last night?” Seungmin asks with the biggest shit eating smirk. “What do you mean?” Acting clueless should help… maybe. “Well… everyone was having fun, laughing, drinking, playing games. And we all look up.. and you and Hyunjin disappeared?” He nudges my shoulder. I trip a little, quickly catching myself. Hyunjin and ash look back, hearing me trip. “Are you alright?” Ash asks. I meet Hyunjin’s eyes. And for a moment it felt like everything paused. “Y-yeah, I’m okay.” I say, clearing my throat. Everyone continues walking.

“Nothing happened, we just went to bed. I was too scared to go in there by myself, so Hyunjin offered to come with.” I say, just to be as convincing as possible. “Right. You want me to believe that?” He says with a laugh. It’s quiet for a few minutes as we keep walking. “He’s loves you y/n.” He says suddenly. “You’re all he ever talks about. You should see him when you text him, or post a new picture. He acts as if you two are dating already. He lightens up when you’re around.” He says. “He doesn’t seem so bright right now.” I say, looking at hyunjin who is further ahead, picking flowers with Felix. “Well we all did drink a lot last night.” Seungmin says smiling. “Yeah, we did.” I’m defeated. I feel terrible for the way I acted this morning.

•

Everyone meets back at the campsite once we’re done with our hikes. I see Hyunjin go into our tent. But get distracted by Changbin asking me to help make food. “Y/n!” Changbin yells. “Coming!” I get out of my camp chair and head to the grill where Changbin is prepping food for everyone. “Here, I cut this stuff up. Can you put it on the picnic table?” He asks. Handing me a fruit tray. I take the fruit tray from him and turn around quickly to take it to the picnic table, to which I find Hyunjin sitting at. Alone. ‘Great’ I think to myself. I walk over to the picnic table and set down the fruit tray. Hyunjin doesn’t move, doesn’t look at me, doesn’t say a word. Just stares at the water. Who would have known, looking at the back of Hyunjin’s head, would make my heart break.

“Hey..” I say in a whisper. “Yeah?” He asks. I take a deep breath and sit down next to him. “Hyunjin..” I place my hand on his arm, and try to get him to turn towards me. To which I fail. I hear him sniffle, telling me that he is more than likely crying. “Hey, don’t cry.” I say. Finally pulling hard enough on his arm, to which he finally turns toward me. Looking down at his hands. “Hyunjin, please. Please don’t cry. Okay? I’m sorry for the way I acted this morning. It was just a really big shock to me, that’s all.” I say. Doing my best to wipe the tears from his eyes, while he’s looking down. “I do love you hyunjin.” I whisper. “I’ve loved you for a very long time.” To that he looks up. Eyes blood shot, tears cover his cheeks. “You just rushed away so fast this morning, I didn’t have a chance to tell you.” I say. Looking into his tear stained eyes. He chuckles quietly. “I’m sorry for leaving so fast.” He whispers. “I brought your favorite!” I say, leaning over the table and grabbing a piece of watermelon. I stick it in front of his face, he smiles and grabs it out of my hand. “I’m going to go help Changbin okay? We’ll talk more about this later, yeah?” I say. Wrapping him in my arms in a hug. He hugs back, tight. As if he didn’t want to let go. As if you were his only means to survive. “I love you too, y/n.” He whispers in my ear. “Well, I would sure hope so!” I say excitingly. He laughs and pushes the watermelon into his mouth while I get up to go help Changbin.

•

While y/n helps Changbin with the rest of dinner. Hyunjin makes his way to their shared tent. Sitting on the side of the air mattress. He takes a deep breath. Suddenly all of the memories from last night, flash in his head. You rubbing yourself against him. Him fighting against your tongue. Your moans, pulling at his hair. He can feel himself get hard on the thoughts. He looks around the tent, trying to find anything that would help him get off really quick. ‘The blanket won’t do’ being reminded of how Lee know caught him the day before. Making him cringe. Then suddenly…. He found it, there.. lying on the tent floor. Your panties. They must have fallen out of your bag this morning, when you were rushing to get pants on.

He quickly grabs them from the floor and lays back on the bed. Quickly shoving his hand into his pants. His first touch makes him hiss. Hyunjin has had sex before. But it didn’t compare to what magic it felt with you last night. It had been years, since he’s gotten any action. Taking it in to his own mind that he was yours, and you were his ONLY. Once he started crushing on you. And from that day forward, he’s only fantasized about the things he would do to you.

He pulls his pants down, far enough to bring out his hardened cock. Slowly pumping it, while playing with the lace on your panties that he picked up. Letting out a long sigh when a bit of pre cum escapes his tip. He takes your panties and wipes it off on them. Continuing to jerk himself faster. He brings your panties up to his nose, taking a long breath in, eyes rolling to the back of his head from your scent. He imagines your mouth on him, looking up at him with those big innocent eyes. He can feel himself getting closer. He starts thinking of last night, the way his name rolled off of your tongue when he touched you, when he kissed your neck. And with that he’s cumming, a lot. He quickly covers his hard member with your panties, to catch his load. He lays there, sprawled out. Enjoying the high from his own high. “Shit!” He whispers to himself. Coming to the realization that he had just cum in your underwear. ‘What the hell were you thinking’ he asks himself. Trying to find a place to hide them. He looks around the tent frantically, trying to find the perfect spot. Aha! He quickly slides them into the side of his pillow case. He zips up his pants and fixes his shirt, whipping the sweat from his forehead. And makes his way back out, to eat with everyone.

•

After dinner, Chan lit the fire for the second time tonight. Everyone was sitting around telling stories. “We should go skinny dipping.” Jisung says suddenly. “Oh my god, should we?” Ash asks with a laugh. Everyone laughs and agrees. But I just want to stick by the fire and hangout. Everyone quickly goes into their tents and changes into their suits. Not that they’ll need them when they get to the water. I stick by the fire with hyunjin, Seungmin and jeongin. “So… now what do we do?” Seungmin asks. “S’mores?” Jeongin says. We all agree excitedly. Seungmin and jeongin get up to grab stuff for s’mores, while hyunjin and I sit by the fire waiting. “I’m going to go grab my blanket.” I say, smiling a hyunjin who’s sitting next to me in his camping chair. “do you want yours?” I ask. “Yeah, please.” He says. I begin to walk away when he grabs my hand and pulls me down to him. “Kiss me first?” He says, starting at my like again. I smile and land my lips onto his. I stand back up and head to the tent to grab our blanket.

I get into the tent and zip the door shut, wanting to change out of my shorts, into sweatpants. Finding hyunjins laying on the floor, I put his on instead. I head over to the bed and grab my blanket and hyunjins, noticing something fly up into the air and land back on the air mattress. I pick up the piece of clothing to get it off of the bed and I realize…. My eyes go wide, I hold the panties in my hand. Goosebumps immediately covering my arms. My panties.. covered in cum. My mind races, wondering when he had the time to do such a thing. Not being able to figure it out, I roll the underwear up in my hand and grab his blanket.

I make my way out of the tent, zipping it shut. Damn bugs anyway. I make my way over to hyunjin, throwing my blanket on my chair and spreading his out over the top of him. “Mm.. thank you.” He says with a smile, taking a drink of his beer. I smile back and him, leaning down close to his face. He try’s to kiss me, but I put my finger on his lips to stop him. I bring up my other hand that had my panties rolled up in a ball. “One thing…” I say, grabbing his hand with my free one and opening it. “The next time you need to cum, come get me. Don’t use my expensive underwear.” I say, placing them in his hand. His face immediately turns red. Seeing Seungmin and jeongin heading back to the fire. He shoves them in his hoodie so they don’t see.

“Are you wearing his pants?” Seungmin asks. I sit down in my chair and cover up. “Yeah, what about it?” I say sarcastically with a smile. “Are you two dating?” He asks excitedly. “Something like that.” I say looking at hyunjin, who’s completely zoned out. Worry flushed across his face.

This years camping trip is going to be fun. I smirk to myself.

Part 3

[twinkleimagines]

*Lets go camping*

For yours and Drew’s 2 year anniversary, he takes you on a week vacation of nothing but Camping in a national forest with a huge waterfall. It was hard for you to enjoy it at first because of the heat and bugs and just outside in general, but Drew knew how to quickly change your mind on the trip, especially when the sun was setting .

* this is extra extra long with EXTRA smut. Fair warning. 18 AND OLDER.

“ ughhhh” *smack*-

“ ughhhh” *smack*-

Drew chuckled as he watched you sit in your foldable chair by the fire he had going, smacking your arm as another mosquito landed on you. “ God I hate this shit” you mumbled under your breath as you went swinging at another bug on your thigh.

“ c’mon baby it’s only our first day , give it some time it’ll warm up to ya” he stated as he snapped a twig over his leg, placing the two pieces in his fire wood pile.

“ yeah well you could’ve picked like an RV or something “ you stated halfway joking. He shook his head walking over towards you.

“ that completely defeats the purpose of camping princess “ he replied before leaning down pecking your lips.

“ mmm you’re lucky you’re so hot” you moaned out looking at his shirtless body glistening in the sunlight.

“ cmon put your tennis shoes on baby, I want to show you something but it’s gonna be a walk” he stated as he filled his book bag up with water bottles.

“ you’re just trying to kill me arent you” you scoffed as you slid your tennis shoes on before zipping the tent back up. You were semi familiar with North Carolina from being with Drew for two years but Drew always surprised you with different locations he had managed to scope out throughout his teenage and early college years. You were a good 2 miles deep in the woods where Drew decided was a good spot for camping . You didn’t like it because you were so far away from his truck and the road itself, but he swore he had camped there before and knew the area like the back of his hand.

“ we’ll if we’re on the news in two weeks for a bear attack, I hope you know I WILL haunt you in the afterlife” you said walking over to him as he patiently waited for you, propped up against a tree.

“ oh baby I got stuff for cases like that, but I’ve never seen a bear before out here and I’ve been out here more than I can count “ he stated , plopping one of his baseball caps on your head.

“ hm my own personal Tarzan” you joked running your hand down his toned chest. “ so sexy”

***

“ you hear that?” Drew beamed excitedly while standing on a huge fallen tree. You sighed heavily , leaning over placing your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath.

“ yeah I can hear my own lungs collapsing” you exclaimed leaning up against the tree he was standing on. He chuckled at how dramatic you were before shaking his head.

“ no princess the water” he stated turning his head to the right of him.

“ ooohhh finally” you beamed climbing up the tree , walking down towards where Drew stood.

“ c’mon princess you’ll love it” he exclaimed grabbing your hand, helping you down the tree. Within a few more minutes the water was extremely loud, and you were for sure it was going to be a waterfall that you would be coming up to.

“ there it is” Drew beamed excitedly, reaching his arm out. You gasped at the sight. It was Huge and the view itself was definitely worth the walk it took to get there.

“ come on “ Drew said tugging on your hand pulling you towards the water. You both stood on the edge, standing on big flat rocks that lined the edge of the river . “ let’s swim” Drew said before kicking his shoes off.

“ my bathing suit is at the tent” you said frowning.

“ no one will be anywhere near here just wear your underwear.” He said as he pulled his black shorts down, his tight gray briefs outlining his figure.

“ the thing is” you started as you pulled your Jean shorts down, wiggling your bottom out, your pink cheekers prominently making your bottom really stand out. You smirked as you watched Drew’s face as you pulled your padded tank top over your head, completely flashing Drew as you had no bra on. “ I don’t have a bra “

“ whewww” Drew replied, his eyes staring at your perky nipples. You grinned seductively as you walked backwards into the water.

“ you coming Daddy?” You purred out, running your hands over the water as you continued to walk backwards. Drew went to respond when all of a sudden he heard a squeal come from your lips as you completely sank under water.

“ oh my god it drops off!” You screamed after you popped back out of water swimming your way back to where you could reach. Drew’s face was red from laughing so hard before he walked into the water towards you.

“ come here beautiful “ he said pulling you towards him by your waist. Your breasts were pressed tightly up against his chest as you wrapped your legs around his waste , your arms going around his shoulders.

“ I know I complained a lot today, but it’s really beautiful out here and I’m really enjoying our time together” you stated, the splashes from the waterfall spraying you and Drew slightly.

“ mm me to too baby” he beamed. You giggled as you felt him starting to grow up under you, pressing against your core.

“ oh Drew” you chuckled out, “ we’ve never had sex in the water before” you whispered to him before leaning down for a kiss. Drew’s large hands squeezed your bottom as you nibbled on his bottom lip, feeling his cock jump against you.

“ you so fuckinf sexy y/n” he groaned, lifting your hips up against his shaft, making you moan out to the friction. “ you just don’t know what you do to me.”

“ yeah? Wanna show me baby?” you moaned out rubbing your nose against his. Drew quickly pulled your panties to the side, pulling himself out of his boxers before sliding himself into you at a quick pace. You gasped out loudly, your mouth opening wide as Drew stretched you out. Despite being in the water, Drews huge member had you moaning loudly as you were grinding your hips up and down his cock, his hands gripping your ass to help hold you up.

“ your pussy feels so good on me princess” Drew groaned out, his breath shaky as you both moved at a fast pace. You threw your head back moaning loudly , tugging on the back of his hair as his plump lips landed on your neck, his hands gripping so tight against your hips as he aggressively moved them up and down his body, surely to leave bruises by morning. You looked down, watching his huge biceps flex with each movement, his shoulders tensing each time he lifted you.

“ oh fuck baby” he groaned out, his hips bucking foward as he pulled you down , going deep in you.

“ you’re gonna make me cum Drew” you cried out, squeezing tightly against his body as you felt the tingling feeling in the bottom of of your stomach , needing to release on Drew.

“ cum on daddy’s dick princess” Drew huffed out, his jaw opened wide breathing heavily as he watched you unfold over him.

“ oh god!” You screamed out as you felt your clit pulsing, your walls clenching around Drew. Just the sight itself sent him over. You bit your bottom lip as you heard him moan a low ‘ fuck’ in your ear as he road out his climax.

Once Drew’s movements stopped, his arms slid up to around your back , holding you tightly against him while he placed sloppy kids along your collar bone and neck, eventually making their way to your lips.

“That was nice” you beamed, grinning as he still held you up.

“ it was “ he said pecking your lips before lowering you back down, your feet landing on the mossy rocks below .

“ I’m kind of hungry now “ you chuckled, floating on your back.

“ okay we’ll swim for a few and then go back okay? “ Drew said while fixing himself back into his briefs.

“ mhm” you said closing your eyes, moving your hands gently in the water as you floated around theswimming hole on your back .

“ do you bring all of your girlfriends here?” You joked. You jumped as you felt water splash on your face . “ Drew! “ you yelled out as you lifted your head out of the water looking at him.

“ I’ve only had like 2 before you and I never brought them here “ he stated before rolling his eyes. He hated when you would say stuff like that even though he knew you meant it as a joke.

“ I wouldn’t have cared if you did baby” you said swimming over to him.

“ that so ?” He questioned smirking at you. You grinned before jumping out of the water, leaping onto him causing you both to fall over and land under water.

For the next hour it had become a full blown wrestle match between you and Drew. Most of the time it was you getting tossed in the water but you did manage to get him a few times.

You both got dressed quietly , just enjoying the peaceful sight of nature.

“ you ready princess?” Drew asked as you slipped on your shoe, standing up and brushing your bottom off.

“ yup!” You stated, walking over towards him.

*******

“ that’s so nasty” you replied as you watched Drew eat a burnt marshmallow.

“ it’s so good” he muffled out, sucking some of the marshmallow off his thumb. You raised an eyebrow at him before placing your golden brown marshmallow in your mouth, a string of it falling down your chin.

“ let me get it” Drew suggested before taking his finger, wiping the string of sticky mess off your chin. You bit your bottom lip as you watched him stick his finger in his mouth licking it off, the same way he did back at home when he would lick your juices off his finger after fingering you.

“ stop” you said shaking your head looking over at the fire.

“ what’s the matter baby?” Drew said , his deep voice making you shiver. Drew smirked as he watched you close your eyes . He knew exactly what you were thinking about, and his actions were intentional too.

“ that make you think of something?” He said softly , leaning towards you, The lake water smell lingering off of him. You grinned biting your lip, feeling those oh-so familiar tingles in the pit of your stomach. You looked over at him slightly, your eyes glistening Under your lashes from the fire. You both stared intensely at each other for a second before you looked back at the fire, Drew’s cocky smirk still plastered over his face.

“ if you wanted me to take you into the tent and fuck you , all you had to do was ask” he said, causing you to choke on the marshmallow you had just swallowed, your eyes widen with shock. He laughed slightly at your reaction before standing up, his prominent bulge in line with your eyes.

“ c’mon princess” he spoke, reaching his hand out for yours. Your teeth found their way to your bottom lip once again as you let him pull you up from your chair , excitement rushing through you.

It was dark in the tent, orange lights shining through from the fire. “ take em off princess” he demandedt , tugging on your biker shorts . You laid your bottom on his pillow as you lifted your hips, sliding down your shorts and panties in front of him teasingly, watching him stare profoundly at your now heated core. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling the friction before Drew’s large hands spread them back open.

“ relax” he said softly, before leaning down, placing warm soft kisses on your inner thigh. You sighed heavily, closing your eyes as you felt his lips continue to trail down your thigh until they were placed on your clit, sucking slightly .

The only noises resonating through the tent was the sound of crickets, the fire popping, and your moans as you felt Drew’s tongue running up and down your slit, his thumb rubbing circles against you.

“ you taste so good princess” he spoke out against you, his hot breath blowing against you. You bucked your hips up, needing more. Drew smirked before inserting his middle and ring finger, curving them inwards as he pressed them in and out of you at a fast pace.

“Drew” you moaned out, leaning your head back against the pillows in pure bliss .

“ what princess” he responded looking up at you, his fingers still moving at the same pace. “ tell me what you want”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him with your legs wide open.

“ I want you to fuck me Drew” you replied, breathing heavily. Drew immediately hovered himself over you, his lips pressing against yours at a fast and rough pace, his tongue moving against yours. You moaned out against his lips as you felt one of his hands massage around your nipple, cupping them in his large hands. Shortly after he lifted his hips up some to push down his basketball shorts before pumping himself a few times , pressing the tip against your clit. You gasped at the feeling, grinding your hips up needing more.

Drew didn’t hesitate to satisfy you by pushing himself in you, letting out a deep groan as he felt your tight walls around him. He quickly lifted your thigh over his arms, pushing your knees close to your head as he quickened his pace, the sound of slapping skin echoing through the woods.

“ oh fuck Drew” you cried out in pure bliss. Drew pounded in you fast and hard, exactly how you liked it, you watched as his hair moved back and forth against his forehead as he looked down, watching his self move in and out of you.

“ so tight baby” he groaned out. You reached up placing both your hands on the back of his neck, bringing him down to kiss you, His long thick cock stretching you to unfathomable measures.

“ oh god yes baby” you moaned out, feeling yourself getting close. You reached down placing your hands on his lower back , digging your nails in causing him to hiss. “ don’t stop baby I’m close” you said, almost yelling out. Drew leaned up, propping your legs together , placing your feet over his shoulders.

“ fuck princess” he groaned out as he started rocking his hips back and forth at the same previous fast pace again, causing you to throb around him.

“ I’m cumming Drew baby “ you yelled out, leaning your head back. Just the sight of you with your head laid back against his pillows and your back arched, your hands holding your bouncing tits made him come undone, hitting his climax as well. Drew thrusts became rough and irregular before they slowed down eventually coming to a stop.

“ holy fuck” he said out of breath before laying down next to you. You laughed slightly as you felt your clit pulsing from your climax before rolling over laying your head against his chest .

“ you always fuck me so good” you said looking up at him as he brushed his sweaty hair back.

“ oh yeah? “ he responded before kissing your forehead. It didn’t take long before the both of you fell asleep to the sound of the night.

****

It was the last night before you and Drew were going to pack up and go back home . Your whole week had been filled with nothing but laughter, adventures and a lot of sex.

It was late at night, a light rain shower falling over you both. drew was rolled over fast asleep from your hiking trip you had today, while you held the flashlight over one of your books reading it when you heard rustling against the leaves beside your tent. You sat for a second , looking up from your book waiting to hear something. After a few seconds of silence except for rain drops dropping from the tree leaves, you went back to reading your book. It wasn’t long afterwards until you heard it again, this time it was closer and sounded like it was walking towards you. You froze, clicking your flash light off, your heart beginning to race. You started tapping on Drew’s back as you continued to hear moving , fear running through you.

“ hmm?” Drew groaned out but you quickly leaned over him shushing him, placing your hand over his mouth. Drew leaned over trying to look at you but it was pitch black since the rain shower had put your fire out.

“ something out here” you whispered softly. Drew sat up, feeling your body trembling against him. He sat and listened for a second, waiting to hear something.

“ it was probably a raccoon or something” he reassured, only seconds later to be proven wrong as you both heard a growling noise. Your small figure couldn’t scoot any closer to Him than youalready were but your fear made you want to crawl in Drew and hide.

“ fuck” Drew mumbled under his breath , realizing his accusations were wrong. Drew grabbed the flash light from you turning it back on before he reached into his book bag, grabbing the gun his father gave to him for the trip. You knew he had brought it, it was for absolute emergencies- but it really freaked you out that he felt the need to use it at this point.

“ Drew don’t” you pleaded as he leaned up , reaching for the zipper to the door.

“ princess I need to see what it is” he replied looking back at you. You shook your head frantically tugging on his arm.

“ what if it’s a bear?” You replied.

“ we’ll I’d at least want to be prepared and not be stuck in the tent” he stated. You really didn’t want him to go out there but you knew Drew was stubborn to an extent and would probably go anyways.

“ Drew, it’s not safe okay. We’ll just stay awake until whatever it is goes away “ he sat for a second, contemplating. “ please I’m begging you Drew” he sighed before scooting back , wrapping you up in the blanket.

“ fine princess” he said . “ go back to sleep I’ll stay up” . You laid down next to him, while he rubbed his hand over your thigh , quickly putting you to sleep.

***

You woke up to the sound of bird chirping, and the sun shining through the side of the tent . You stretched slightly before leaning over , to see Drew asleep with the flashlight still turned on. You grinned before leaning down and giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Drew wake up” you said pushing slightly on his shoulders .

“ hmm?” He groggily replied , looking over at you.

“ we’ve gotta start loading stuff up in the car “ you relied. It didn’t take him long to get up , helping you grab a few things before getting up out of the tent.

“ oh wow” you exclaimed, noticing the massive bear tracks along side your tent and the fire place. Drew stared at the paw prints for a second before looking at you grinning.

“ Drew you realize you were going to be battling a full from bear if you would’ve went out there last night?” You replied in shock.

“ and you saved me from being that stupid so thank you” he said kissing your lips before going back to the tent, rolling up the sleeping bags.

It was quiet for the next hour as you and him both packed stuff up and walked back for a good mile to his truck, loading things up.

“ so” he said as you strapped yourself in.

“ so “ you responded looking up at him.

“ besides the bear fear last night, did you enjoy your trip” you grinned at him nodding.

“ I really really enjoyed it baby” you said leaning over to kiss him. “ and I enjoyed the sex” you laughed out.

“ oh yeah?” He responded raising an eyebrow. You grinned before sitting back in your chair.

“ want to have one last hoorah before we leave the woods?” He said, leaning towards you.

“ oh Drew” you responded before unbuckling yourself, leaning towards him.

********

As usual, feedback greatly appreciated ❤️

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Sinclair Brothers Au X Reader (F)

Highschool Au with the Sinclair Brothers. Fluff and Angst. Bo mentions sexual stuff but in a joking manner.

They have a crush on you while you're dating someone else.

SFW, Fluff, and Angst.

Bo Sinclair - Female Reader dating Lester

He hated this. His stinky, stupid little brother just had to bring his girlfriend over. You’re supposed to be his girlfriend. You just never got the memo.

Lester had the biggest smile on his face as you and him sat next to each other at the dinner table. Vincent wasn’t paying attention, too engrossed in his gumbo and comic book while Bo sat there shooting daggers at his brother. Thank god Bo is always in a pissy mood around his family, they thought nothing of his sneer.

Bo watched with fury whenever he caught Lester leaning in close to you. His brown eyes look at you with adoration. Could tell when Lester ran his hand up and down your thigh, thinking he was being slick. Amateur.

“Y’know, Y/N, ever since you’ve started dating Les, he’s been showering. See Trudy, told ya it’d take a girlfriend to get him to act human.” Lester went bright red and looked down in embarrassment.

“Victor! What you mean is it’s nice to see Lester so happy he’s just showing us all just how happy.” Trudy knew what Victor said was right, just it broke her heart to see Lester’s face fall at his words.

“Let’s hope it lasts,” Victor mumbled.

“It won’t,” replied Bo.

“Beauregard! Can you not?” Trudy fumed. Bo stood up from the table not wanting to be a part of the awkward tension that was dinner. He stole a glance at you as he walked away. He swore he saw it, that look. The look of “Please don’t leave.”

He lied in bed, not wanting to listen to your laughter downstairs, Lester singing your praises, how you both planned on going out Friday night for another date. Fuck.

That night it was Vincent who went to Check up on Bo. Your Twin will just know when something is off.

“She looked at me, y’know. I could read her eyes. She didn’t want me away from her.” Bo said with a smug knowing tone. Vincent shook his head and signed,

“She probably felt bad, felt awkward, it was her first time here.”

“Ya, well, let’s hope it’s her last.”

Vincent turned towards the door. He slumped his shoulders. Bo took in what Vincent was staring at. His stupid stinky little brother. Lester’s eyes, usually so vibrant, were downcast, a little glossy even.

“...Just because you hate her, Bo…” Lester couldn’t finish before he walked away from his older brothers, cursing himself for not sticking up for you.

Vincent gave Bo a knowing look and left.

Bo stewed on his bed, remembering when he first fell for you. Mrs. Power had partnered you up in science class. Bo wasn’t the best partner, he never did the work but he sure could make you laugh. When you first laughed at one of his jokes, be it from genuine humor or just being nice, Bo fell in love.

Then why didn’t he ask you out? Why did he have to date those other girls instead of you? Would be an ass to you in front of his friends but sweet on ya when it was just you and him. Why did Lester have to bug him at his lockers? Lester had immediately taken a shine to you right then and there. Why did you have to fall for his stupid stinky little brother, the one who used axe body spray like a shower? The weird one who collected roadkill and was friends with the employees at the dump.

How in the hell could his brother think he hated you. You. Warm, funny, kind you.

Bo doesn’t hate you. He wishes he did...

Lester Sinclair - Female Reader dating Metalhead Vincent

Lester made his way to Bo’s truck. Dodging past his peers and moving cars, Bo always parked the furthest away in the student parking lot. He wanted his car right at the exit so he could get the hell out of school asap.

“Hey, Bo!”

“Hey, Rat boy.”

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that.”

“What? You are our Rat boy.” Lester hated his brother. But he was Lester’s ride home so he never pushed a disagreement too far.

The two stood in awkward silence just waiting. Bo broke the silence with a huff. “The Freak is probably three deep in her right now.” Normally Lester would laugh at such a crude remark but it involved you. He didn’t want to treat you as some faceless girl the guys joked about being ‘loose’

“That freak better hurry up, he has a doctor’s app in an hour. And Dad likes it when a patient gets there early. Crotchety old man…”

Lester just stood there, remembering the last skin graft surgery and how the skin didn’t take to Vincent at all. Vincent tried his best to hide the pain, the physical and mental, but late one night he could hear his brother sobbing a room away.

“You know since he started dating, Y/N, he’s been less nervous about these appointments. Fine by me, I can’t stand when his ass gets all moppy.”

Lester knew what Bo meant. Bo got just as nervous as Vincent and vice versa. It was some weird twin thing they shared.

“There’s the fucker!” Bo pointed you and Vincent out. Lester had seen you and Vincent countless times together and every time he saw you both it felt like the first time all over again. That twist in his gut and pain in his throat. He remembers the first time he saw you with Vincent. You were acting all shy around Vincent’s metalhead buddies. They kept patting Vincent on the back,

“Good job, man!”

“Didn’t think you’d get a cute one.”

“Hey, Y/N, got any friends?”

Vincent wore his wax facial prosthetic covering most of his face but Lester knew that his brother was as red as a tomato.

Lester remembers meeting you in geography class. In the same group tasked to map out the local park. You and Lester buddied up, mapping the wooded trail. “Oh, Lester look, frog bones!” You quickly covered your mouth, embarrassed at pointing out something so weird but Lester fell in love. A girl into vulture culture? Perfect. You and Lester looked around for more bones, finding none. You handed him the frog skull. “Here, a memento of this weird day.” You smiled as you said it, Lester knowing you wanted to say more but fear of sounding sappy took over you.

Lester should have known it was the beginning of the end of the night you stopped by to drop off his assignments after he had been sick with mono. Instead of Lester at the door greeting you, it was his long hair, covered in judas priest-like stud bracelets and, Metallica shirt-wearing brother.

“Hi, Vincent! Huh, these are for Lester, do you mind giving these to him?” Lester wanted to scream out to you but with his groggy state wouldn’t allow it. He had no idea what Vincent was attempting to say to you, Vincent could speak but it was horse and quiet. Lester fell back asleep, your laughter from downstairs should have been soothing, should have made him feel better, but knowing it was because of Vincent…

You and Vincent were hand in hand making your way to Bo’s truck. Bo wore a straight face while Lester hid his disdain. “Hey, Lester!” You shouted with a smile! Damn it, Lester tried to hide his blush, he turned his head around to make sure you didn't catch it.

“Y/N, wanna ride home? If so, hurry up, Candle Head has an appointment.”

Vincent flipped Bo off and helped you into the truck. You snuggled together in the back seat of the car, Vincent nuzzling into your hair and murmuring sweet nothings.

Bo gave Lester a look, smirking at Lester’s scowling.

Vincent grumbled as Bo pulled up to your place. He tapped Bo on the shoulder and Bo nodded, understanding his brother without words.

Vincent walked you to your door, his large hand holding yours. You kept looking up to Vincent, smiling and giggling.

“Les, you can stop scowling.” Said Bo.

Lester grumbled.

“If it helps you, do it for now. Just learn to get over it. Vincent has never been happier. When Candle Head is happy, I feel it. When he’s sad, I feel it. So just let Vincent have this. Besides, you chickened out on asking her.”

Lester ignored his brother and watched you and Vincent. “Oh shit, haha, Hey Candle Head! Nice one!” Bo shouted out the window to his brother, making Lester’s ear ring in the process.

Lester watched as Vincent removed some of his wax prosthetic and gave you a deep kiss. His stomach churned, his heart stopped, his head felt full and his left ear was still ringing.

Bo was right. Lester had chickened out. He had so many opportunities to ask you out but his insecurities got the best of him. He couldn’t be too mad, Vincent was happy for the first time in years. He’d learn to be happy for his brother, but not happy at losing out on you.

Vincent Sinclair - Female Reader dating Bo.

“Hey, Vin, want some? Vin?” Vincent stared intently, eye not leaving you. Lester spoke up “Hey, Candle Head?” Vincent whipped his head at his little brother, he had his prosthetic on but Lester knew he was scowling. “Hey, got yer attention. Want some of this?” Lester shoved a funnel cake in his brother's face. Before Vincent could react “Well, too bad, you’ll have to get yer own.”

God, Vincent hated his brother sometimes. Speaking of brothers. Bo had you under his arm, shouting over your head to one of his friends “Ya, see you later, no, much later, I’ll be busy!” He leaned down to kiss your cheek “Busy with you, Dollface.” Vincent loved your laughter, just hated when it was Bo who made you laugh.

“Hey, Candle Head, gotta fiver?”

“Bo, don’t call him that, it's mean.”

“It’s a family thing, Candle Head don't mind, right?”

“Stop it, Bo!”

Bo scoffed at you and sneered at Vincent. “I’m gonna bum us some food.” He said to you as he kissed you on the forehead. Bo slammed his shoulder into his brother as he walked by. Vincent stood firm, his wider frame feeling nothing against his brother.

Walking up to Vinny you placed your hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for him. I know he’s your twin but he still doesn’t have to be that mean.” Vincent shrugged his shoulders, hands deep in his pockets. He fought the strong urge to pull you into him, hold your head into his chest and never let you go. He hated himself for being so sappy over you but he really couldn’t help it.

Vincent remembered when he first met you, the school library after class time. He was looking for an art history book. He saw you in the same aisle, grabbing scanning for what he remembers was ‘a book about frogs’ It was for your science class. Vincent walked over to you, did his best to speak, and ask what you needed. You excitedly told him, which shocked him. Mostly because, even though he talks to girls, they are never happy to talk to him. You rambled on and on to him, how annoyed you were at your stupid science partner, Bo. Vincent laughed, explaining to you that was his stupid brother.

“I feel like an ass. Sorry.” You sighed and hid your face behind your hands. Vincent assured you that it was okay and Bo is an asshole. If Bo was an asshole, why did you have to start dating him?

He remembers when Bo snapped at you in the hallway, the embarrassment was all over your face. Remembers when Bo stood you up on a date. You came into school the next day cussing out Bo. He called you a bitch and from that moment on he found a new sense of hatred for his twin.

“Hey, Candle Head, get yer own girlfriend, Babe, get over here.” Vincent gave you a sad look as you returned one to him. You ran into Bo’s arms and he spun you around, careful not to drop the red snow cone in his hand. “See, Babe, Red, so we both can enjoy it.” You giggled sweetly at him, he held it up to you, pushing it into your nose.

“Bo!” You scolded but laughed as he kissed the red juice off the tip of your nose.

Vincent’s feet felt like lead. He wanted nothing more than to walk away and not look at the gut-wrenching scene, but seeing you bashful and just got to Vincent. He’d give anything to have that be you and him. Give anything to go back to the day he met you and ask you out himself.

“Come on, Candle Head, we need one more person for the strawberry twirly ride thing,” Bo called out, gesturing for Vincent to follow. You turned to Vincent and grinned at him.

“Come on, Vinny!” For you, Vincent would follow. No matter how much it hurts.

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Office Neighbors - Part Two

a/n: here we are! a little shorter than part one, but there’s some good stuff in here I think! enjoy! (also reblogs/feedback is super helpful) not proofread

warnings: fluff, slight smut (but not with who you think) 

words: 10K

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You groan heavily when your alarm goes off at 5AM Tuesday morning. You wanted to make sure your body had time to go to the bathroom before Harry picked you up. You knuckle at your eyes, and then get out of bed. You make yourself a quick iced coffee, and then get dressed. You decide on a cropped pair of leggings and one of your t-shirts that wicks away sweat. You pack an extra pair of socks, another shirt, and another sports bra just in case you get really sweaty. You make yourself some trail mix, and throw an extra water into your pack. Harry said he would bring actual sandwiches for the two of you. You get your ponytail through your hat, and use the bathroom again before waiting him.

Harry: here

You grab your pack and head out to his car. He had similar attire on as he did when you hiked with him the last time. Shorts, a sleeveless top, bandana and clip holding his hair back. You both nod at each other. It was still too early to speak. When you get to the trailhead you both spray each other with bug spray and begin.

“How long do you think it’ll take?” You speak up.

“Why, you in a hurry?” He smirks at you.

“No.” You nudge him. “Just wondering.”

“It’s about two and half miles up. It’s gradual, but there are also some really steep parts. If I were jogging, it would only take a couple of hours, but we can take our time. That’s why I wanted to leave so early.”

“You’ve…you’ve jogged this?”

“Sure.” He shrugs. “It’s just running uphill.”

“Big nope from me.” You laugh. “I like the idea of just taking our time.”

“You get a fuller experience that way, I think. Don’t be afraid to tell me you need a break too. Some of the steeper parts are killer.”

“Will do.”

You both talk about your fall courses, what you plan to do differently, if anything. You talk about how you’re actually excited to have some student advisees, and how you might approach the meetings.

“It’s okay not to be super serious. Most importantly, you just need to listen, which you should have no problem with. You’re a good listener.” He says, blushing slightly.

“Sort of trained to be one.” You chuckle. “But I get what you mean. Now that I know the curriculum and the course sequence a little better, I definitely feel more confident to lead them in the…wow…that is steep.” You gulp as you look at the area ahead.

“We’ll just take our time.” He smiles. “It’s not a race.”

You make it up the first steep hump, and you tell him you need a water break.

“Christ, and here I thought I was in shape.”

“Hiking can be pretty humbling.” He uses a rag to wipe some sweat from his forehead, and takes a drink of water as well. “All set?”

“Mhm, let’s keep going.”

Every so often you stop to take pictures, and there is a moment where Harry veers off so he can have a “wee”, as he would call it. You had drank half your bottle of water and you definitely needed to pee too, but you were too embarrassed.

“Are you sure you don’t need to go?”

“I’m fine.”

“Look, that’s a flatter area, you could-“

“What if I get a mosquito bite…down there?” You whisper.

“It’s not mosquito season.” He laughs. “Did you bring some T-“

“Yes.” You mumble.

“So, just go, it’s fine. You’re being silly. I’ll stand right over there and keep watch.”

“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” You groan and take the bit of toilet paper you brought out of your bag. Your eyes stay glued to the back Harry’s head while you do your business. You stick your rubbish into a plastic bag and stuff it away, then you use some hand sanitizer. “Okay.”

“All set?” He turns to look at you. “Not so bad, was it?”

“Not something I’d like to make a habit of, but no, it wasn’t terrible.”

It takes about two and half hours to get to the summit. You both were sticky with sweat, but it was worth it from the view alone.

“Oh my god.” You say slowly as you look around. “This is incredible.”

“Isn’t it? I feel so lucky to live here.”

“I’m starting to feel the same way for sure.” You take a few photos before sitting down, letting out a sigh.

You look over at Harry who’s taking his shirt off and your eyes widen. You knew about the birds on his collar bones, but the butterfly and the ferns were a complete surprise. Harry had such a nice body. He was toned, but still had a softness to him. He notices you looking at him and he blushes.

“Sorry, I’m soaked.”

“No, it’s okay…sorry, I just…your tattoos, I haven’t seen those ones.”

“Oh…” He looks down at himself. “I got these so long ago. Got a few more you haven’t seen.” He pulls up one side of his shorts so you can see the tiger on his thigh.

“Didn’t those huge ones hurt?”

“Eh.” He says sitting down next to you, grabbing a sip of his water. “Some did and some didn’t. The trick is to get a little tipsy beforehand.” He winks at you. He leans back on his elbows and closes his eyes for a moment before looking out at the view again.

“You know, I think you had the right idea about the shirt…do you mind?”

“What?”

“Well, if I took mine off for a bit. I packed myself a spare, but-“

“Oh! Yeah, um, I don’t care, uh, do what makes you comfortable.”

You nod and peel your shirt off. You lay it on the ground next to you, feeling better already from the breeze hitting your hot skin. You were glad you thought to wear one of your cuter sports bras. Your heart was racing slightly, mostly because it had been a while since you had last taken your clothes off in front of someone, but it was just Harry, after all.

“I brought some peanut butter sandwiches, are you hungry? I know it’s not exactly lunch time, but-“

“That sounds amazing, I’m starving. I didn’t eat beforehand.”

“You didn’t?!” He sits up fully.

“I didn’t want to have to…really go to the bathroom.”

“Oh, Y/N.” He laughs while he gets the sandwiches out of his pack. “Here.”

“Thank you.” She notices his eyes drift to her cleavage. It was only for a moment, and she didn’t mind it.

“No problem.”

If Harry were twenty-years-old he’d probably try to make a move. Kiss you, press you up against a tree, fuck, put his hand over your mouth so other hikers wouldn’t be able to hear you moan. But he wasn’t twenty-years-old, he was thirty-two, and he had an eleven-year-old son who he wouldn’t want to treat a woman like that. He wanted to set a good example, to show him how a respectful man treats a woman. So, he eats his own sandwich, trying to keep his eyes anywhere but your body.

“Do you want some trail mix?” You take it out of your bag.

“Sure! Thanks.” He reaches his hand in the bag and takes some out.

You guzzle down some more of your water and stand up. You didn’t want to sit too long and get stiff.

“Harry, would you take my picture?”

“Of course.” He stands up and takes your phone. He smiles at your smile as he snaps the photo.

“How about a selfie?”

“Of the two of us?”

“Yeah.”

“Like this?” You made him so fucking nervous, he was never like this with anyone else.

“I don’t care if you don’t. I’ll just stand here, and you can stand in front of me to get the shot.”

“Oh, right.” He thought to maybe put his arm around you, but that clearly wasn’t happening. You both smile and he takes the shot.

“Do you two want a picture?” A woman says. She was with a couple of other people. “I’d be happy to take it for you.”

“That would be great!” You snatch your phone from Harry’s hand and give it to her. “Are you still sweaty?” You look up at him.

“I don’t think so.”

“Good.” You put your arm around his waist, and he puts an arm around you, hand on your shoulder.

“Alright, I took a couple.”

“Thank you so much, would your group like any?”

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all.”

You take a few photos for the group and then you look over the photos of you and Harry.

“These are great.” You smile and show him.

“You’ll send those to me, yeah?”

“Of course.”

“I’m walking down like this, I don’t wanna get my spare shirt sweaty. I was thinking we could grab a real lunch after this…if you don’t mind me taking up your entire day that is.”

“I would love nothing more than to stuff my face after this, Har.”

You decide to just go down in your sports bra, not wanting to get your spare shirt sweaty either. The way down feels like it takes no time at all. It was definitely easier to hike down a mountain than to hike up a mountain. That is, until you got to one of the steeper parts.

“Just step down on the side and take slow steps. Don’t go straight down.”

“Would, um, hold my hand? I’m a little nervous.”

“Of course.” He looks back at you and takes your hand, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

He helps you down the steeper parts, taking your hand each time until things get more gradual again. You feel incredibly proud of yourself once you’re back at the parking area.

“That was amazing, Harry. I feel amazing.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

“Andy’s done that with you before?”

“Oh, sure. Plenty of times.”

“Incredible.” You chuckle as you grab your spare bra and shirt from your pack. Harry dabs his chest with a rag before putting his t-shirt on. “Shit, where should I change?”

“Um…backseat?”

“I’ll just be a second.”

He nods and waits outside the car while you quickly change. You feel so much relief letting your breasts free, giving yourself a second to cool off before putting your fresh bra on. You pull your t-shirt on overhead and get out to sit in the passenger seat. Harry hops in the driver’s seat and off you go.

“I can’t believe it’s only 12:30.”

“Another benefit of getting up early. Did you see how full the lot was? People are so uneducated. I’d never start a hike now.”

“I know! There were so many people going up when we were coming down. I couldn’t believe it.”

“And now they’ll have to rush.”

“Have you ever hiked at night before?”

“I have, actually. I used to help lead this moonlit hike thing during move-in weekend for first year students. It was a lot of fun.”

“How come you stopped?”

“Not a junior faculty anymore.” He shrugs. “I just didn’t feel like it after a certain point. I still help with other things, but I definitely don’t give up all my free time to the school anymore.”

“I volunteered for that casino night last fall. I was on campus until almost midnight, I was pooped. Sometimes those kids make me feel so old.”

“You’re not old.” He chuckles.

“I mean, I know, I just feel out of touch sometimes.”

“How can a person who studies social media feel out of touch?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“It’s more so the lingo. I was giving a lecture, and I made a really great point, and when I was done one student shouted ‘period’ and everyone laughed. I had to look it up on urban dictionary.” You both laugh at that.

Harry drives into town, and parks near the local diner.

“How do you feel about brunch?”

“Sounds amazing.”

You both get out and head inside. The morning rush was gone already, so you’re sat right away. You both inhale your food. Greasy hash browns and omelets. And coffee, a lot more coffee. You split the bill and Harry starts the drive to your apartment.

“So, you’ll hike with me again?”

“I’ll hike with you again.” You nod with a smile. “Do you think Andy will be jealous?”

“Nah, he already knows. I’m sure he’ll be expecting lots of details.”

“About what?”

“Um, just how the view was and all that.”

“Right.” He pulls up in front of your house, and you both look at each other. “One of these days you’ll let me pick you up.” You unbuckle your seat belt and he nods. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime.”

“I’d hug you…but I’m a little gross, so…”

“No worries.”

“Well…” You weren’t sure what the next time you were going to see him was.

“Sometimes, while Andy is still in school, I’ll use the library on campus to work on things. It’s got a/c…less stuffy than our offices. I usually only go on a rainy day, but-“

“Cute, we can study together like classmates.” You giggle. “I’ll let you know if I decide to use the space.” You smile and get out of the car.

//

Harry was enjoying his shower, it was quick, but it was good to clean off. He throws on some comfy clothes and nearly dozes off on the couch.

“Dad, I’m home!” Andy shouts, immediately waking him up. “How was the hike?” He plops down on the couch next to Harry.

“It was good, Y/N had a nice time.”

“Is she going to come camping with us?”

“I’m…not sure.” He sighs. “That’s not something just a friend would join in on, you know?”

“I don’t, but…”

“I’m not going to press her about it, I think she’s thinking it over. We’ve got time yet…” He sits up a little straighter. “When Mum comes to get you on Friday she’s going to come in for a bit and chat.”

“About what?”

“What you want to do this summer.”

“I spend summers with you.”

“Yes, but usually you spend the school year with her, that’s why you get me over the summer.”

“You don’t want me this summer?” He leans into him to rest his head on Harry’s chest, and Harry puts his arm around his son.

“Of course I do, but your Mum wants you too. I don’t know, I’m going to propose she get you for July, and I get you for August, I think that’s a good compromise, but she may not see it that way.”

“What about June?”

“Well, you have school for most of June, so you could go be with her end of June through July. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, would it? I wouldn’t hate having my own lake to swim in every day.”

“I guess that’s true…and Noah’s boat is pretty cool.” He sighs.

“I just wanted to give you the heads up.”

“Thanks.”

Harry was up reading in bed later that night. The rain had started and he could hear it tapping on his window, almost starting to lull him to sleep. He heard his phone buzz and his eyes lit up when he saw it was you.

You: hey! Almost forgot to send these to you!

You sent along all of the photos from the day.

Harry: thanks! Really glad that lady was there to take these of us

You: me too…so when exactly is this camping trip?

Harry: middle of June…when Andy gets out of school…June 20th I think

You: if I really won’t be intruding, I think I’d like to go. I’m trying to do more things to get out of my comfort zone

Harry: are you serious?! He’ll be so excited…I mean, I’m excited too.

Harry: I think he wants his friend Brandon to come so having another adult there would be a huge help

He didn’t want his first text to sound too eager.

You: lol well I’m happy to help how I can ;p you’ll tell me what to pack and all that right? I literally have no idea what I would need for overnight stuff

Harry: if you can get yourself a sleeping bag you’ll be all set, I have two tents and a ton of camping stuff. You would just want to bring your own food, clothes, etc.

You: alright sounds good :)

//

Harry hadn’t told Andy about you coming on the trip just yet. He wanted to save it as good news in case the conversation about summer with Paige didn’t go well.

“I guess let’s just start.” Paige says after eating a quick dinner with Harry and Andy in Harry’s home. “Ideally, what would you prefer?” She asks her son.

“To not go back and forth a lot. It stresses me out, I feel like I need to remember every little thing I don’t have two of.”

“Do you have any vacations or anything planned?” Harry asks, looking at his planner. “Right now for us it’s just the camping trip, and that’ll only be the weekend he gets out of school.”

“I was hoping to have him for the fourth. The Barrett’s are coming to staycation at the rental two doors down.”

“Really?!” Andy perks up. “I like when they visit.”

“So…why not spend the rest of June with me,” Harry begins. “You could do July with mum, and then come back to me mid-August.”

“That actually sounds good to me.” Paige says.

“What about Brandon?”

“It’s only a thirty minute drive, I’m sure his dad won’t mind it when you two wanna hang out. Hell, I’ll even come pick you up and bring back here if need be.”

“And if there’s a weekend you wanna just come see Dad in July, you can. You won’t be held hostage.”

“It’s just…you work during the day, Mum.”

“I know honey, but Noah’s got the home office. He can stay in with you and Rachel, and you two could go swimming and have fun at the lake. He could take you on boat rides too.”

“Okay.”

“Really?” She says.

“Yeah, I think all that seems fair.” He looks at the two of them. “I know…I know I can be sort of difficult sometimes, and I’m really grateful that I got to spend the school year with Dad, and I really hope I get to do it again…”

“I think that can be arranged.” Paige smiles. “You’ve never done so well in school, we’re both so proud of you.”

“Yeah, bud, I think this school was a good fit for you.”

“So…I’ll be able to do it again next year, I can keep living with you?”

“If that’s what you want, Mum and I are okay with this new arrangement.”

Andy shoots out of his seat and hugs the both of them.

“Go on and get your things for the weekend, sweetheart.” Paige smiles.

“Okay!” Andy races into his room.

“You’re surprisingly cool with all this.” Harry says to her as they both stand.

“I want him to be happy, and if he’s happier here then what can I do?” She shrugs. “Are you alright continuing to take all this on?”

“Yeah, plus he’s getting older. He can be home for a bit before I am.” Paige hums her response. “How, um, how did you feel about my friend?”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

“She was really nice! She seems sweet, why?”

“She’s going to come camping with us.” Harry whispers. “And I just wanted to make sure you felt comfortable with it.”

“Oh, Harry.” Paige smiles. “Thank you, yeah, I’m perfectly fine with it. Andy seems to really like her.”

“Who?” Andy says, coming out with his backpack and duffle.

“Y/N.” Harry says. “I told her how you wanted Brandon to come camping, and I’ll need some help, so she’s coming camping with us.”

“She is?! Oh my god, we gotta work on your flirting then, Dad. You need help.”

“Excuse me? I’m great at flirting.” He scoffs. “Back me up.” He says to Paige.

“It’s true, Andy.” She chuckles. “Your dad can really turn on the charm when he wants to.”

“Well, you didn’t see him trying to ask her to come to my birthday party. I thought he was going to wet his pants!” He laughs.

“Oi, I was just trying to play it cool before you blurted it out.”

“So, what, you have a thing for her?” Paige asks.

“I like her, yeah.”

“Does she like you?”

“She must if she’s coming overnight with us, right?”

“You know, I’ve never really known you to hold back with a woman you liked before…” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“I work with her, it’s a little more complicated. She’s mentioned a couple of times how she doesn’t think dating in the workplace is smart, just offhand, so I’ve been nervous.”

“I think you guys should hang out again before the trip.” Andy says. “Oh! You could go to her place to help her pack.”

“I’m not gonna invite myself over!” Harry rolls his eyes. “Alright, that’s enough. Go have a good weekend with Mum.”

Andy laughs and gives his dad a hug before leaving with Paige.

//

“God, you feel so good, it’s been way too long.” Ray grunts in your ear. “Should have never stopped doing this.”

Ray was an old flame from your previous institution. You decided to go home to Boston this weekend because your brother had some new recipes he wanted you to try. You happened to bump into Ray at a bar, and went with him back to his place for some promised fun. He was a decent enough fuck, he knew how to scratch your itch, and that was good enough right now. Although, you didn’t feel the need to answer his dirty talk. You just grunt and moan and try to focus on what you’re after.

You’re close, but you’re not quite getting there. He was fucking into you from behind, and hitting the right spots, but it wasn’t…it just wasn’t…

Harry.

Your fingers slip to your clit, and you rub harsh circles into yourself as Ray continues to fuck into you. Your eyes pinch closed, and suddenly there are tattooed arms around you. A raspy, deep voice in your ear.

“Come on, you can do it. Show how you make yourself come.”

Your eyes snap open and roll back when you feel your release. You cry out and collapse onto the bed after Ray spills into the condom. You get up after catching your breath to use the bathroom. Ray watches as you put your clothes on.

“Going so soon?”

“Yeah, I’m staying with my brother…be sort of weird not to come back tonight.”

“It was great to be able to do this again.”

“Yeah.” You smile and kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks for the fun.”

On your uber ride back, it starts to settle into your mind that you just had to fantasize about your friend, Harry Styles, to get off while having sex with someone else. This wasn’t an accidental dream, this was on purpose.

“Shit.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. This camping trip wasn’t going to be easy.

//

Harry: hey! Was wondering if you want to come out and have some ice cream with Andy and I? He got straight A’s! Think it’s worth celebrating.

You: oh wow! Sure, I could definitely meet up for ice cream. Just at the place down town?”

Harry: yup! 6:30PM work?

You: sure! See you soon :)

Harry: :)

“Andy…”

“Yeah, Dad?”

“Wh…what’s this?” He shows Andy the text conversation on his phone.

“Oh…I, uh, asked Y/N to get ice cream with us while you were in the shower.”

“Why didn’t you just ask me to ask her?!”

“Does it matter? She said yes.”

“Of course it matters! Ugh, I can’t believe I’m gonna have to change my passcode again.” He reads over the conversation again. “I should ground you or something…no toppings on your ice cream.”

“But-“

“Sorry, thems the rules.” Harry smirks and grabs his keys.

You were waiting patiently outside of the ice cream shop for the two of them. You smile when you see Harry’s car pull up. They both get out and greet you.

“Congratulations, Andy.”

“Thanks!” He gives you a quick hug before going inside. You and Harry follow.

“Hey, uh…” He grabs your wrist. “Not that I’m upset or anything…but he actually stole my phone and texted you.”

“Oh!” You start laughing. “Glad I didn’t say anything naughty then.” You wink and walk up to the ice cream counter. You all get your ice cream and sit at a table across the street in the town common. “No toppings, Andy? I’m surprised you didn’t get a sundae.”

“Dad said I couldn’t.” He huffs, and bites into his mint chip ice cream.

“That’s what you get for stealing my phone, you little bugger.” Harry jostles the hair on Andy’s head, and Andy swats his hand away. “Did you have a nice weekend with your brother?”

You nearly choke on your ice cream. You clear your throat and nod.

“Yeah, um, yeah it was good. He came up with this new sauce for his raviolis, it was delicious.”

“Do anything else? Must be nice to go to a city that has things open past 9PM.” He chuckles.

“Um, yeah, I mean I went out, but nothing too exciting to report back.” You were blushing slightly. “So, Andy, straight A’s, how’d you manage that?”

“Brandon and I call each other to do homework a lot. He’s really smart.”

“So are you, don’t sell yourself short. You’ve worked hard this year.” Harry says.

“Yeah, but Brandon’s, like, really smart.” You furrow your brows a little as your lips curve up. It almost sounded like Andy was swooning. “He’s really excited to come camping with us this weekend. Are you excited too, Y/N?”

“I’m…excited to see how it goes.” You laugh. “Should be interesting to say the least. Instead of you coming to get me I could just meet you at your house so we can leave from there.”

“That would be great. Brandon’s sleeping over the night before so we can just get up and go.”

“You should sleep over too, Y/N.” Andy says.

“Andy.” Harry says to him.

“I’ll need all the sleep I can get before camping, and in order to do that I need my own bed, but thank you very much for the offer.” You smile.

“I could swing by the night before, though, and pack everything up in the car.” Harry says.

“Now there’s an idea.” You say with a grin.

//

“Okay, I’m trusting you both to be good while I’m gone for a bit. I shouldn’t be out too long, but still. Please be good.”

“We’re literally watching a movie then going to sleep, I don’t think we’re going to burn the house down.” Andy says, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, Mr. Styles, go see your girlfriend, we’ll be fine.”

“She’s not my…” He sighs. “I’ll be back soon.”

Harry drives to your apartment, and you buzz him in when he gets there. You had gotten caught up all day doing research, so you were running around in a tank top, shorts, and socks. Your door was open for him. It was the first time he had ever been inside your place.

“Y/N?”

“Coming!” You yell from your bedroom. “I’m so sorry, I’m not quite all there yet.” You say, dragging out your pack. “I can’t seem to get the sleeping bag on here without it unravelling.” You look up at him and pout.

Harry was sweating. Even though he had seen you in just a sports bra and leggings, this was almost more revealing.

“I can, uh, get it to stay on there tighter for you.”

“You’re amazing.” You go back into your room to pull out a couple of more things. “I definitely over packed…it’s going to be too heavy.”

“I kept some room in mine in case this happened, no worries.” He gets the sleeping bag tied on correctly. “There we go.” He stands up and is suddenly only inches away from you.

“Let me give you the tour.” You step back. “It’s a two bedroom, I use the other one as an office. It’s way too much of a mess to show you but, that’s the living room.” You show him. “Got a half bath over there, and full bath down the hall, kitchen…and that’s my bedroom.”

“It’s really nice.” He walks around with his hands behind his back. “You’re really good at decorating. Are you sure you didn’t go to school for interior design?” He raises an eyebrow at you, making you giggle.

“No, but it’s certainly a hobby of mine. It relaxes me to look through magazines and go to stores to get ideas.”

“Your office at work has the perfect balance. Mine must look all over the place.”

“No! I love your office, it’s very inviting.”

“Thanks.” He looks you up and down. “Are these the, uh, pj’s you packed for camping? You may get cold.”

“I’m not an idiot, I packed sweats.”

“Oh…good.”

“What are the sleeping arrangements going to be like?”

“Well, I have two tents. One for the boys, and then I have this larger one I figured we could, um, share…if it’s not too buggy I may sleep outside. Would you feel comfortable being in the same tent?”

“Sure.” You shrug. “I was going to make some tea, would you like some, or do you need to get back to them?”

“They should be fine on their own for a bit longer, a cup of tea sounds great.”

You nod, and his eye grows when he notices a park on the back of one of your shoulders. It looked like a fading bite mark. He glares at you without you seeing. Who the fuck did that to you? He wonders. It should be him leaving marks on you.

“So, when you went to Boston, you really didn’t do much?” He asks as he sits down at your kitchen island.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly going to get into it in front of your son.” You chuckle and turn your electric kettle on. “I went out to an old bar I used to go to when I was living in the area, ran into an old friend.”

“And how was that?”

“Okay.” You shrug, and put two tea bags into a couple of mugs. You pour the water over them and put one in front of him.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“So…you and this friend…” He just wanted to confirm if his suspicion was true. “Did anything happen?”

“Like what?” Harry rolls his eyes at you. “Oh! Harry…”

“Come on, you can tell me.” He was trying to pal around, he just needed to know the truth.

“He was an ex-boyfriend…and…yada yada yada.” You sip your tea. “I don’t know why I did it…guess I just wanted to feel close to someone, and it was easy with someone familiar.”

“Right, I get that.” It stung to hear. “Paige and I hooked up a few times after we ended it. Sometimes you just wanna be with someone who knows what you like without you having to say it.” He thought he’d sting you a bit too.

“Mhm.” You didn’t want to think about Paige getting to fuck Harry. Perhaps if you had been drunk you would have asked him what he liked.

“Well, I should probably get going. Early day tomorrow and all, thanks for the tea.”

He grabs your pack and you walk him to the door.

“I’ll be at your place for seven. See you in the morning.”

“See you in the morning.”

//

You drive to Harry’s house in the morning, and the kids burst outside with a little too much energy for you so early. Harry says hello to you, and you notice he’s not wearing his glasses, something he rarely did.

“Morning.” He mumbles.

“Morning.” You open the passenger car door and get in. The boys climb in the backseat.

“Alright.” Harry turns to look at them. “I had to listen to you two hyenas all night. I’d like a nice, quiet ride to the trail head, got it?”

“Yes.” They both say at the same time.

You smile at Harry and he winks at you as he pulls out of the driveway. It’s about a forty-five minute long ride to the trail head. Harry parks and gets everything out of the car. The boys walk a few paces ahead of you and Harry like you expected them to.

“So, they kept you up?”

“You have no idea. I must have told them three times to knock it off.” He groans. “Little…twats.” He says under his breath and you can’t help but laugh.

“I heard that!” Andy says without looking.

“Good, you were supposed to!”

“Are you his father or his brother?” You tease.

“He’s just trying to act cool in front of his friend.” Harry nods toward Brandon. “Which I get, but I can’t let him get away with too much.”

“So, how come people tend to do this overnight?”

“Well, it’s about five miles up, and that’ll take the majority of the day. It’s not really safe to hike at night, so we set up camp, have dinner, hang out, and then once the sun goes down we’ll set up a campfire and stuff like that.”

“I’m excited to see the sun rise.”

“Yeah, that’s the best part. I taught Andy about sun salutations so we’ll be doing that too.”

“And you’ll teach me too, right?”

“Of course, you can follow right along.”

You smile at each other and keep walking. You all take your time, enjoying the scenery around you. An hour or so in you all stop to take water and snack breaks. The boys go off to have a wee, and then you keep going.

“So, you said there’s no shower at these bathrooms, right?”

“No, there’s not. But you can use the sink, and they do have men’s and women’s separate restrooms, so you’ll have some privacy.”

“Okay, great. I just didn’t want to feel gross when we go to sleep.” Harry nods at you. “It’s such a beautiful day. I’m really glad I’m here with you.” You clear your throat. “With all of you.”

“Yeah, me too.”

At one point you needed to stop to pee. Harry got the boys to not giggle and tease you, somehow, as you took a few moments to get yourself situated. You were about midway, and Harry knew the part of the trail where you could see out just a little bit. It was nice and flat, and the perfect spot for lunch. They were light lunches, veggies, nuts, and more water. Harry explained it wouldn’t be good to fill up too much because it would make going up a mountain that much more difficult.

“When will you two know what class you’re in next year? Sixth grade, that’s pretty wild.” You say to Brandon and Andy.

“Next year they’re putting us on teams. You either still have two teachers or four.” Andy explains. “We wanna be on the four team.”

“Why’s that?” You ask.

“Because then you’re not stuck in the same two classrooms all day.” Brandon says. “It’ll make the day go by faster.”

“That’s what a kid on the basketball team told us, anyways.” Andy shrugs. “We heard the four team has nicer teachers too.”

“I just hope they don’t put one of us on the four team and the other on the two team, that would be the worst.” Brandon says.

“Is it by last name or anything?” Harry asks.

“We have no idea, when we asked our fifth grade teachers they didn’t really say there was much reason behind who gets what.” Andy says. “I’ll worry about it in August.”

“Yeah, I don’t even want to think about school right now.” Brandon says.

“Y/N, do you still do work over the summer like Dad does?” Andy asks.

“Yes, I’m still technically in school. So I do research like Dad, but mine is so I can become a doctor like him, he just does it to keep his name out there.” She nudges him playfully.

“Oi, my work is more than just for vanity, thank you very much.”

“I don’t know Dad, I think Y/N has a point. I’ve seen you do your research.” Andy grins.

“Oh, this I’d love to hear.”

“Dad watches really sad romance movies, cries, and then pauses the movie to take notes about how he’s feeling.”

“I do that to compare to the books that the films are based off of, and I see how I felt while reading the book versus watching the movie. I also make notes about the cinematography and mise en scene, because music-“

“Mr. Styles, you lost me at the cinnamon tography…” Brandon says and everyone laughs.

After lunch you get going again. You’re amazed that the boys don’t need a lot of breaks and don’t seem tired. They get excited when they see certain critters or flowers. As you get closer to the top, you notice it getting a little steeper. Harry had the biggest pack on, and you were fucking floored that he wasn’t huffing and puffing his way up. He was sweating for sure, but he was in no way struggling. Impressive, to say the least.

“Dad! I recognize this part, we’re almost there!” Andy exclaims.

“Yeah! Shouldn’t be long now!” He calls ahead. “How are your feet doing?” He asks you.

“Not too bad, I’m glad I changed my socks when we took our last break. I’m sure I’ll feel it tomorrow.”

“After we get to the top and everything we’ll make sure to stretch. Your legs will tighten up too much if we don’t.”

“Makes sense. Has Brandon gone hiking with you before?”

“Oh, sure, tons of times. Never overnight, though, so this will be nice for them.”

A few more paces, and a few sharp turns, and you’ve made it to the summit.

“Holy shit.” You say to yourself. Mountains and greenery as far as your eyes could see. No lake this time, but you didn’t care.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Harry says to you.

“It’s…incredible.” You were still in shock.

“Congrats, it’s your first 4,000 footer.” He puts his hand on your shoulder and gives it a squeeze before getting his pack off. You all get your packs off.

Dozens of pictures are taken. You take some of the boys with Harry, and Andy uses your phone to take one of you and Harry, and he even wants one of just you and him, it was sweet.

“So…where’s the campsite?”

“Oh, just down that way a bit. Figured we could hang out here while we stretch and stuff. Just chill and take it all in before we go to set up the tents.”

You all sit on the ground and stretch your legs. It felt good to just take some time to breathe slowly and let your legs relax. You all walk to where the campsite is and claim your territory.

“So over there are the bathrooms, and then that hut over there actually has a snack bar in it and a few forest rangers.”

“That’s so cool! Do you need help with the tents?”

“Have you ever set one up before?”

“Never.”

“Then you can watch. It’ll be easier if Andy and I just do it.”

You nod and take a step back with Brandon as Andy and Harry work to get the two tents situated. Andy and Brandon get their sleeping bags set up the way they like inside their tent and then they head off towards the bathroom.

“Alright.” You say after tossing some of your things inside yours and Harry’s tent. “I’m gonna go change.”

“Okay, I’m gonna get the firewood together. Gotta get cooking soon.”

“What are we having?”

“Regular hot dogs for the boys, vegan ones for us, that work?”

“You had a cooler in there?”

“And a cast iron pan. Ain’t my first rodeo, darling.” He says cheekily, but you blush anyways from him calling you darling. He had never called you that before.

You grab the things you need for the bathroom, and you’ve never been so thankful to see a clean, working toilet in your life. There were some other people around setting up their own campsites as well, it wasn’t just your group. You use a washcloth to freshen up and then put on some new leggings and a long sleeve shirt. You take your hair out of its hat and put some dry shampoo in before putting it all up in a messy bun. You sigh happily now that you feel a little cleaner.

The boys, and Harry, had changed into some comfier clothes as well. You notice that Harry is wearing his glasses once again. They were all sitting on different blankets around the fire Harry had just gotten started.

“How many would you like?” He asks you as he takes out the different types of hotdogs.

“Two would be great, thank you.” You say, sitting down near Andy.

“I also have some other veggies, I cut up some bell peppers.” Harry takes the baggy out of the cooler. “I figured beans wouldn’t be such a great idea.”

“Dad, can I have two hotdogs?”

“Same here.” Brandon chimes in.

“Of course, boys.”

Harry makes up the vegan hotdogs first, and then makes the boys. They all munch on the veggies and other snacks that Harry packed. He even made sure to bring Oreo’s, Andy’s favorite. Once the sun sets, and everyone bundles up a bit more, Harry breaks out the items to make s’mores.

“Brandon, do you think your dad will coach basketball again in the winter?” Harry asks him.

“Yeah, he said he should have the time. I like him better as a coach than the guy I had a couple of years ago that’s for sure.”

“I like the way your dad coaches, he’s not mean.” Andy says. “I had one guy one year that just yelled and drilled the whole time, it wasn’t any fun.”

“You’re just kids, why would anyone yell at you?” You ask, biting into your own s’more.

“Some of these people are just looking for excuse to be aggressive.” Harry sighs. “This was a much better year all around for everyone I’d say.”

A light hearted ghost story or two is told before the boys both call it a night, their long night before finally catching up with them. Harry makes sure all their trash is thrown away and secure, and he reminds them of the buddy system for if they need to wee in the middle of the night. He also gives them a flashlight so they’ll be able to see everything.

“I think they had the right idea.” You yawn after coming back again from the bathroom. “I’m pooped.”

“Same here. Go get settled, I’m gonna put the fire out.”

You nod and go into the larger tent Harry set up for the two of you. You roll out your sleeping bag, and use one of your spare sweatshirts as a pillow. You get settled in and sigh. It was sort of nice to be unplugged, away from screens and research. Harry eventually crawls in, and gets settled into his own sleeping bag. He sets a dim lantern on his side so he could read a bit.

“What are you reading?”

“The screenplay that was adapted to make The Notebook…” He mumbles.

“You’re working?”

“Sort of…I usually bring books like these camping. They’re easier to read.”

“Should I be offended that you were about ready to read instead of staying up to chat?” You smirk.

Harry’s eyes grow slightly. You wanted to have pillow talk before bed? Is that it?

“Um…well…I just figured you were tired, and I usually read to fall asleep-“

“Harry, relax, I was just teasing. You can read if you want.” You smile at him and turn over, nestling into your sleeping bag. “Night.” You say, looking over your shoulder at him quickly.

“Night.”

Part of you wanted to whine or complain that your makeshift pillow wasn’t comfortable so he’d offer to let you lay on his chest. Maybe he’d caress you and even read to you for a bit. Maybe you would have done that if his son wasn’t in the tent right next to you.

Harry couldn’t concentrate on his book. His eyes kept glancing over to your curled up body. You looked so soft and peaceful, and he just wanted to wrap his arms around you. He wanted to keep you safe and warm all night. And because Harry usually sleeps holding onto a pillow of some kind, he felt a little fucked. He sighs and turns the lantern off. He lays on his back for a while until his eyes eventually flutter closed. You both were exhausted from the hike.

//

You wake up feeling warm and cozy. You weren’t sure why you had woken up. It’s not like the sun was shining yet, the whole point was to get up and watch the sun rise. No, you woke up from feeling small puffs of air by your ear and a strong hold around your stomach. Harry must have rolled over in his sleep and started cuddling with you. You almost wish you were in a shared sleeping bag so you could get even cozier. It would be like one giant sleeping bag burrito. You feel his arm pull you closer into him, and his breathing changes.

You shift and turn on your back so you can look up at him, and he keeps his arm around your waist. You gaze at each other, and he moves his hand up to smooth some hair away from your face before letting it caress your cheek. You both look like you’re about to say something when-

“Dad, come on! The sun’s gonna be up soon!”

Andy startles Harry so badly, it’s like he wakes up all over again, like he didn’t realize what he was doing with you. He nearly jumps away from you and sits up.

“Okay, one second! Go get washed up.” He sighs, and then looks at you. “I-“

“Let’s get to it before they find a way to get in here and drag us out.”

“Yeah.”

Harry unzips the tent and you both use the bathroom before heading out with the boys to the summit again.

“Alright everyone.” Harry says, and he starts doing some simple yoga moves. The boys follow and so do you.

It was amazing to actually do sun salutations as the sun came up. After sitting and looking out a while longer you all head back to the campsite breakfast. You drink water instead of coffee in fear of really needing to use the bathroom later. You each have a granola bar, and then start to clean up the tents. You get changed in your attire for the day, as done everyone else, and you all start working your way down the mountain.

“What did you think of the sunrise, boys?” You ask.

“It was so cool! I can’t wait to show my parents the pictures I took.” Brandon says.

“Must be nice to have a phone that actually takes decent pictures.”

“I took plenty of pictures on mine, Andy.” Harry says. “You got two more years, I think you can wait.” He chuckles as Andy looks back to give him a pouty face.

“How’d you sleep, Y/N?” Brandon asks.

“Oh! Um…” You and Harry look at each other briefly and then blush. “Pretty good, slept the whole night through, I think. How about you two.”

“My mom gave me some melatonin, so I slept good.” Brandon shrugs.

“And I’m used to camping, so I was fine.” Andy says.

“Good, that’s really good.” You say and clear your throat.

You both knew you’d have to have a conversation about the way you woke up, but now obviously wasn’t going to be the time. Finally, after hours, you make it all the way back to the trailhead, and get everything into Harry’s car. It was an incredible couple of days, but you couldn’t wait to get home to take a proper shower. Hell, you may even take a bath just to relax your sore muscles. Harry drops Brandon off, and Andy helps him with his things. They hug goodbye; it’s awfully sweet.

“Dad, can I shower first? I feel gross…”

“Sure, just don’t take too long.”

“Okay! Thanks again for coming Y/N.”

“Thank you again for inviting me.” You smile as you all get out of Harry’s car. He waits for Andy to go inside before speaking up.

“I’m sorry about this morning, I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable…when I sleep I usually have a pillow or something and-“

“I wasn’t uncomfortable.” You say as you grab your things out of his trunk and put them into your own. “In fact, I can’t remember the last time I felt so comfortable.” You look at him and close your trunk.

“Oh.” His eyebrows raise and his cheeks grow slightly red. “Um.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I have him for the rest of this week until I send him off with Paige for July, so I wanna spend as much time with him as I can, but-“

“Call me when you’re free. I don’t mind waiting.”

Harry was chilled to his bones from your words. He watched you get into your car and drive off before going into his house. You said what you said because you had a feeling Harry had been waiting for you to get your act together a bit. You’ve known him for almost a year, and he’s been a great friend, but there’s something that’s been brewing between the two of you. Probably since the day you met.

//

“Is that everything?” Paige chuckles as Andy brings another bag into her house.

“I wanted to make sure I had options.” He grunts as he gets inside.

“He’s just like you, I swear.” She shakes her head at Harry.

“As if we needed more proof that he’s mine.”

“So…I heard the camping trip went well, what’s next for you and Y/N?”

“Not sure, I’m gonna give her a ring the second I’m on the road.”

“Did anything happen between you two in that tent?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“No.” He mumbles and kicks some dirt at his feet. “Not much I could do with two eleven-year-olds right next door.”

“Harry.” She laughs.

“We woke up…very close together, that was about it. Bottom line is we need to talk, and now I’ll have the time to do so.”

“You know you’re going to need to fill Andy in on everything when you have your chats on the phone.”

“Please, it’ll be the first thing he asks me instead of how are you…”

“Okay, that’s everything.” Andy says. “Love you.” He hugs Harry and Harry sighs as he wraps his arms around him.

“Love you too, call if you need anything, and be good, promise?”

“Promise.”

Harry waves as he gets into his car, and he calls you right away just like he said he would. The phone goes straight to voicemail, which makes him feel like he got kicked in the gut, especially because it rang twice first. Suddenly, a couple of texts come up on his screen.

You: hey!

You: sorry, I’m at the library getting some work done. I’ll call you later

Harry sighs, but he completely understands. Not too long ago it was him using every free moment he had to get his doctoral research done. He had his own work he should be doing, so he goes home and gets settled up in his office.

He was getting some incredible work done on his latest manuscript, the journal that publishes his works will definitely be pleased. He blinks and sees it’s already 8PM, and you never called, or texted. He hoped you were alright. He stands up and stretches, and decides to grab a quick shower. The house was quiet without Andy, and he didn’t like it. He flops down onto the couch in just a pair of boxers and turns the TV on. A ring on the doorbell startles him, and he gets up right away. He peers through the window to see you, holding a box of pizza and a bottle of wine. He cracks the door open so you could only see his face.

“Hey! Sorry for just dropping by. I got really busy earlier, and I thought this would be better than calling. Hungry?” You smile brightly at him.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I was actually feeling pretty-“

“Um, Har…”

He had opened the door more just out of instinct, revealing his mostly naked body.

“Shit, let me, uh, come in, I’ll go throw something on.” You giggle as he basically scurries to his bedroom to change. He comes back out in a t-shirt and joggers. “Thanks for bringing all this.”

“I planned to come by earlier, I know you dropped Andy off today…how are you doing?”

“I’m okay…work distracted me, but it’s hitting me now. It’s really quiet without him already…I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.” You pop the box of pizza open. “Wanna get this bottle open?”

“Yeah.”

He grabs his wine opener, two glasses, and two plates. He gets the bottle open while you set the pizza out. He pours you both a glass and you sit down at the table.

“So, you got a lot done today?” He asks you.

“You have no idea! I was on fire.” Harry laughs at that.

He listens to you talk about what you got done. He couldn’t help but watch every movement your lips made, and how your eyes got brighter and brighter at how excited you were.

“Sorry, I’m going on and on about my thing, what did you get done today?” You say, sipping your wine.

“Worked on my manuscript for the journal.” He shrugs. “Nothing special.”

“Oh, don’t say that, you do incredible work. I love reading your articles. I actually think I used to read your work when I was still in grad school.” You start blushing. “It’s sort of cool knowing the person you’ve been able to learn so much from.”

“Just sort of cool, huh?” He scoffs playfully and you nudge him. “Wanna move outside, I put up a screen around the perimeter for bugs, or are you still hungry?”

“No, I’ve had plenty, but I’ll be bringing this bottle with us.” You grab the wine and you both head outside. “When did you even have time to do this?”

“Andy helped me. It wasn’t too difficult.”

You imagine Harry doing handy work, and it makes every part of your body flutter.

“I wish I had outdoor space like this, it’s my one complaint of my apartment, no balcony or anything.”

“Yeah, we didn’t like it much either, we didn’t stay there long.”

“We?”

“It’s where Paige and I lived when we first came here. I got my master’s from the university first, then my doctorate. Her grandparents lived in that big house, so they helped babysit Andy a lot.”

“Oh.” You didn’t have any problems with Paige, but she didn’t love being reminded that they were once together and in love.

“Were you sore after the hike or anything?” Quick to change the subject, maybe he felt the same way.

“Um, only for a day or so. I didn’t stretch as much as I should have when I got home. Thought the bath I took would have been good enough.”

“Would you ever do it again?”

“I would! I had more fun than I thought…but I’ll only go to the mountains that have working bathrooms.”

“Deal.” He smiles and takes a sip of his wine. “Maybe we could do something like that later this month.”

“With or without Andy?” You raise a playful eyebrow at him.

“I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind an adults only trip.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” He finishes off his glass and pours another. “Refill?”

“Please.” You hold your glass out for him and he pours some more. You take a sip and lick your lips. “And why exactly would you like it to be adults only?”

“Perhaps…I wouldn’t have minded not being interrupted that morning.”

“Andy really startled you, huh?”

“I almost forgot he was there…” He plucks at his bottom lip. “It was…an interesting how we woke up.”

“Very interesting.” You sip your drink. “I was sort of…hoping you were going to cuddle me or something.”

“You were?!” His eyes widen.

“Yeah, it was sort of cold, even in sweats and a sleeping bag. I felt so cozy when I woke up.”

“You didn’t even flinch when you looked up at me…”

“Why would I have?”

“I don’t know…sort of weird to wake up in a friend’s arms, isn’t it?”

“Not so weird when that friend is you.” You look at him. “You back peddled when you tried to explain why. It’s okay if you wanted to hold onto me.”

“I literally sleep with a body pillow, you can check my room.” He defends. “I’ve always been like that.” He mumbles.

“So it wasn’t about me?”

“No…I…I wanted to cuddle you.” He wanted to do more, but again…his son was there.

“Well…I’m glad you did. It’s nice being the little spoon once in a while, and your cologne always smells so good, no complaints here.”

“You…you like my cologne?”

“Love it, actually.” You finish off your glass and you grab the bottle to pour just a little more in. “It’s nice when the person you have to see every day at work smells good.”

“Let’s see���.” He holds his hand up to count on his fingers. “You like my work, you’re happy I cuddled you, and you enjoy my cologne.” He looks at you. “What should I be thinking of all this?”

“I…” You swirl your drink around. “Do you remember when I had that really awkward dream about you a while back?”

“Yes.”

“That was a complete accident, a freaky thing that happened that I didn’t want to have happen.”

“Is this one of those compliment sandwiches?”

“No, I’m…please…” You look at him. “The last time I went to Boston, as you know, I hooked up with someone.”

“Yeah.” He rolls his eyes.

“But…I was having trouble getting there…and…well…” You look away from him. “You popped in and I was happy about it. I…thought of you…and…”

“And were you able to get there, Y/N?”

“Yes.” You say just above a whisper. “I wanted it to be you.”

“I thought you didn’t want to date colleagues?”

“I don’t, but…” You look at him again. “I think I like you too much to care about that anymore.”

“God, I…” He gets up and kneels in front of you, taking one of your hands. “I like you so much, you have no idea.”

“Well, I have a small idea…woke up with you pressed against me.” You smirk.

“No way you felt anything between two sleeping bags and all the layers of clothes.”

“Little bit.”

“Christ.” He groans.

“Again, not complaining, it’s flattering, actually.”

“So when you let that guy leave that mark on the back of your shoulder, were you hoping it was me who did that too?” He stands up now.

“You saw that?” You gasp as you look up at him.

“I did…when you were running around your place getting everything together.” He pulls you to stand up, and he tucks some of your hair behind your ear. “You were wearing a pretty flimsy tank top.”

“I don’t exactly get dolled up when I’m home all day working.”

“I guess we have that in common.” He pushes his glasses to the top of his head, and cups your jaw with one hand, and hooks his other arm around your waist to pull you closer.

“Are you going to kiss me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

Your eyes flutter closed as he leans in, and you tug at his shirt as his lips meet yours. It’s soft at first, he’s just getting a feel for you, and then it turns needy. His hand slides to the back of your head, tugging softly at your hair to crane your head up more. You gasp at this, and he takes the openness as an invitation to nip at your bottom lip. You moan softly, and your tongue peeks out to meet his. They mold together like they were supposed to all along. Suddenly, he takes a step back.

“Wh…what’s wrong?” You wipe the small trail of spit from your mouth that he left behind.

“Nothing, I just…I told myself I wouldn’t do this while we were drinking. There have been a lot of times I’ve wanted to kiss you, but I haven’t because we were drunk or something.”

“I’m not drunk, are you?”

“I’m a little tipsy, yeah.”

“I, okay, yeah, so am I.” You chuckle

“So, I think we should stop for now. I wanna do this right. I wanna take you on a proper date.”

“I’d like that.” You smile, and then chew on your bottom lip. “It’s the right thing to do anyways, we shouldn’t jump into this too quickly. I have some different trips planned this summer, and I’m going to be busy working on things, getting my classes together…not exactly a whirlwind summer romance we’re looking at.”

“I have a conference in New York later this summer, so I’ll be busy as well getting my lecture ready.”

“Wait…I have a conference to go to in New York later this month too!”

“Really? Is it the CMT?”

“Yeah! I went last summer too and had such a good time. I had no idea you were giving a lecture, the itinerary doesn’t come out until next week.”

“I’m presenting some research about my wellness course…I’ve been collecting some data over the last three years I’ve been teaching it.”

“Ah, so you’re not going to be discussing the complexities of Pride and Prejudice?” You smirk at him.

“Nope, saving that for a rainy day.” He smirks back.

“Wow, well…that’s sort of exciting…we’ll be going to the same place for a few days.”

“We could, um, drive together if you wanted.”

“I was just going to take the bus…”

“I get free parking at the hotel since I’m part of the conference.”

“It’s a four hour drive…that’s a long time for you to be stuck with me.”

“Was stuck with you overnight not too long ago, and I didn’t mind it one bit.” He puts his hand on your shoulders. “Are you staying at the hotel where the conference will be?”

“Yes.”

“Great.” He smiles. “It’s, um, it’s a date then.”

“Yeah.” You smile at him. “Although…might be nice to go out before then…make sure we still like each other, and all that.” You joke.

“Yeah, I could easily not be into you in just a couple of weeks.” He jokes back and you can’t help but laugh.

“Let’s go inside, I need some water before I go home.”

“Good idea.”

He leads you in, and after a two glasses of water, and giving you a mock-sobriety test, he lets go. Well, not before giving you another steamy kiss by your car after you promised to text him when you got home. It was just as needy as the first kiss. He didn’t press his body up against yours, but from the way he was sucking on your bottom lip, you could tell he wanted you desperately. But like the responsible adults you were, you ended it there, and called it a night. A very good night.

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Sugar Daddy!Bakugou x Reader Ch. 1

Okay soooo I had this written weeks ago but just needed to get it typed up and wasn’t sure if I wanted to post it without part two ready. I’m impatient though! So, here it is! This is more of an introduction into why our gremlin would be a sugar daddy, so hold tight guys, the second part gets into the actual sugar daddy nonsense. I also have plans to get saucy as the series continues, since I wasn’t originally planning on it turning into such a m o n s t e r. Also, the line I put in near the end is an actual thing someone has sent me before. Go figure. 

Btw, the reader’s quirk is based on my OC’s quirk, Energy Manipulation and Absorption, which she will explain in the second chapter, I promissssse. Enjoy!

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“Well how am I supposed to help you if you won’t even tell me your type?” “I don’t want your fucking help!” Bakugou huffs and increases his pace to avoid Kirishima’s persistent pout. Kirishima jutts his bottom lip out further. He honestly didn’t understand how his partner could be so fast and agile in such baggy pants. The two heroes continue walking through the city, on their usual patrol. It had been a relatively quiet day, only having calmed (threatened) a rather rowdy group they had strolled upon earlier in the day. Given how little there was to hold their attention, Kirishima filled the gaps with conversation. However, recently the topic had been circling back to Bakugou’s love life, which was, in Kirishima’s words, “almost more depressing than Denki’s.” The red head had been trying to goad Bakugou into giving him something to go off of so that he could help set him up with somebody. Of course, Bakugou objected. Kirishima was beside Bakugou in three long strides, silently thanking the Gods for the few inches over his friend in height. “Oh, c’mon man! You and I both know how lonely you are—” “I’m not lonely! I don’t need annoying people to fill my time. You do that enough,” Bakugou snapps harshly, refusing to meet Kirishima’s eyes. “Bro, listen,” Kirishima steps out to block Bakugou’s path, left hand raised in a placating gesture. Bakugou’s fists clench at his sides as he levels Kirishima with a ferocious glare, teeth clenched. Despite his hostile posture, he makes no move to push his partner out of the way. “The last time you tried to date someone it didn’t go that well,” Bakugou growls.

“But! I think you’ve let that discourage you! You should try getting back out there, man. You don’t know who you could be missing out on.” Kirishima gave a small, reassuring smile. Bakugou scoffs and crosses his arms. He casts his glare aside and notices a few people around them. Already tired eyes catch a couple of women who were watching the two of them from across the street, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. “You really aren’t going to leave me alone about this, are you shitty hair?” he rumbles lowly. Kirishima shakes his head vigorously, not unlike a 5 year old denying that they broke their toy. Bakugou sighs dramatically. ���I’m not about to have this conversation here.” He accentuates his statement by glancing back to the women across the street, who now scurry off at the heated look he sends their way. Kirishima’s carmine eyes light up. “You mean you’ll actually talk to me ab—” “Yes, alright?” Bakugou hisses. “Just— later. And you can’t keep bugging me about it after that!” The ash blond punctuates his statement with a gloved finger shoved into Kirishima’s broad chest. He only grins, nodding his head before stepping to Bakugou’s side and throwing a hand across his shoulders. “Excellent! I have this idea…” “Shitty hair—” Bakugou’s warning tone is interrupted by the shrill whine of an alarm. Both men snap their heads up to see a storefront about two blocks down blow out in a spray of glass, three figures jumping out and bolting away from the now wailing alarm. “Fucking finally!” Bakugou roars, feet already carrying him in a spring, Kirishima hot on his heels.

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“I’m sorry, I know this isn’t the last thing you want to do today but he’s too new. If he ruins another experiment I’ll throw him in the pressure chamber.” You sigh through your nose, setting your coffee on the cafe table. “I’m in town right now, so it’ll be at least fifteen minutes before I could get there.” You press your shoulder against the phone so that you can shake the two sugar packets, ripping the tops and pouring them into the black coffee while your coworker continues to grumble on the other line. “You’ve got to give him a chance, Aki, he’s only an undergrad. He doesn’t know just how serious our work is.” A sound between a laugh and something offended has you pulling the phone away from your ear quickly. “Why not have him do some observation, keep him busy with recording data or something?” you suggest, smiling to the barista as you shoulder open the door. “What, and have him mess up the numbers? I don’t think so!” Aki yells. You roll your eyes. You thoroughly enjoyed your days away from the lab, but always felt anxious for the disaster group that were your coworkers, worried about what they were up to while you were gone. Too many times had you come back to a poorly hidden disaster or a professor greeting you to explain what new things your lab had been banned from doing or using. “It’s just reading numbers and writing it down. He can’t be any worse than you and that radiologist from Ikeda’s lab.” You sipped your coffee to hide the smug smile spreading across your face in response to your coworker’s sputtered response. “That was only once and we paid for the damage!” You laugh. “Still. Why do I need to go in anyway? I’m not coming in on my day off just to babysit the intern.” You really put up with far too much, more than a supervisor should without bringing in your bosses, but it was never anything you couldn’t handle yourself. You would likely die trying to fix your lab partners’ mistakes before getting the Dean involved. They may run you ragged but you’d never put the lab and your chance to conduct research in jeopardy. “It took three of us to set this experiment up, and not counting the shit inter there’s only one other person in the lab.” “I don’t get paid enough for this,” you grumble into your coffee. “I’ll owe you!” Aki singsongs. With another eyeroll, you hum into the speaker. “Fine, fine, I should be on the train in li—” A loud rumbling draws your attention away from your phone. You and the pedestrians around you look down the street, where the sound of explosions and screeching metal grew louder. You ignore your coworker’s yelling, stepping off of the sidewalk to get a glimpse around the street corner. Another explosion shakes the ground beneath your feet, almost throwing you off balance. You watch people run away from the right side of the street but being 10 meters away you were unable to see the actual force behind the tremors. Your curiosity had always posed a problem for you. Plenty of broken bones and burns and disciplinary action growing up has only proven how dangerous the depths of your inquisitive nature can be. Most people in this situation would follow the crowd and put self-preservation first. You couldn’t be most people if you actually made an effort. So, as bodies brushed past you and orange light flickers across the glass of the office buildings across the intersection, you push forward. Just to see, you tell yourself. You had only moved forward a few steps before a loud crack shocks her into stillness. Glancing up, your (e/c) eyes go wide, the skyscraper on the corner beginning to bow out at the 10th floor, glass cracking and bursting from the pressure, two floors above and below the point of tension suddenly bared to the open sky. The corner beam of the building rips away, split at the place where it bowed out. The piece that meets the ground whips out and down, arching and then reaching around the side where all of the commotion seems to come from, and effectively out of sight. A strong impulse tells you to get just a little closer, to watch whatever mayhem was unfolding so near, but before you can take a step, you hear a scream above you. On the 11th floor, the room that was once a corner office is now destroyed, the floor falling. The floor flaps down, desk sliding with gravity until it tumbles out, landing with a loud crash on the pavement. You, however, only see the person clutching onto the disconnected floor, legs kicking around in panic. You look around to find the street fairly empty. Not only of people, but of heroes. “Please don’t get caught,” you mutter under your breath, slipping your phone into your back pocket before dashing forward.

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“Stay still, you bastard!” Bakugou propels himself forward in the air, heat blanketing the exposed skin of his neck and the back of his shoulders and forearms. After giving chase, he and Kirishima had taken two bank robbers down with ease. The third, however, proved to be a challenge. His quirk had something to do with manipulating metal, and Bakugou was absolutely fed up with being smacked by lampposts and narrowly avoiding cars. The fucker had even managed to throw a manhole cover at the explosive hero and Bakugou really wasn’t looking forward to the resulting bruise on his shin. The criminal kept dipping between different streets to throw him off, but Bakugou was locked on, refusing to lose him. Bakugou shoots forward with another blast from palms open to the world whipping past him. Like this, he was easily gaining on his target, who ran on foot. The man checks behind him at the rapidly approaching blasts, panic in his eyes and the set of his jaw. Swiftly, he throws his left arm out and his hand shakes, but he never slows his pace. Bakugou was so close. Another blast and he brings his knees up closer to his chest, a wicked grin curling at his limps as he aims his body at the criminal. Creaking and shattering drew Bakugou’s eyes up, barely catching the steel beam swinging out from a building and right at him. His eyes widen and his palms shoot out, detonating just in time to push him back from the beam. He lands harshly but keeps his footing and is running in a matter of seconds. He sees the criminal pushing himself up, likely having been thrown over from the blast. He’s almost to his feet when Bakugou comes up behind him and slams one gauntlet-clad arm across his back. The man grunts as he goes down. Bakugou grabs the man’s hands and keeps them in a vice grip in one hand, the other reaching back for the quirk-nullifying cuffs. “You’re gonna regret running.” He barely has them out of his belt when there’s a loud scream. Bakugou looks up to see a desk fall through the air to the left of him. A shoulder bag follows, and his vermilion eyes shoot up to catch legs dangling from the corner of the building the villain destroyed. “Shit!” he yells, slapping the cuffs onto the villain, harshly in his haste. He takes two steps away from the man with a threat to stay put, palms aimed at the ground and ready to blast him into the air, but before he can even get a spark going, he sees [h/c] hair just to the right. It takes him a moment to realize it’s a person. A person jumping through the air. Is that a civilian?! He watches her gaining altitude, knees curling up to her chest, arms aimed out, and she lands, ungracefully, on the floor below the person dangling. Now that Bakugou has moved he can see the floor falling out and the person’s failing hold on the edge of it. Bakugou blinks, realizing that he’s just standing there watching this. He’s a hero for fuck’s suck! He runs closer to the mess of glass and office decoration. Bakugou get a better look at their position: from the way the floor sags down if the civilian feel they’d clip the edge of the floor below them, but it would be likely it would also fall in with the force of their fall. There was also a chance of them tumbling over the side with the momentum. The woman stands straight and reaches up to the person with both arms, speaking to them, but Bakugou can’t hear her from this distance. The person turns their head to look at her and he’s sure they respond before the woman bends her knees as if bracing herself. Bakugou’s hear pounds in his chest, and then the person lets go and tumbles into the woman’s awaiting arms.

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You hadn’t thought farther than making it onto the 10th floor. Your landing had been met with an unsteady surface, the floor beneath your very feet warning of impending collapse. Anxiety inflates in your chest, wind whipping at the hem of your shirt, hair brushing your shoulders and you are distantly thankful you put your hair up on the way out of your apartment this morning. The person before you whimpers, clutching as tight as they can to the carpet, fingers drained of color with the strain. You step closer to them. “Hey,” you try not to yell and startle them, but the wind whistling past the maw of destroyed glass makes it harder to hear anything. The person tenses. “Oh my Gods, please help me.” It comes out as a sob and your chest tightens. You take a deep breath and take another step closer, arms spread out before you in an almost welcoming gesture. You quickly eye the space behind you from your peripheral, where the floor begins to bow in at the point where it once met a corner and now meets the city air. “Listen, I’m right behind you. You’re going to have to let go and fall back into my arms. I promise, I will catch you.” Promise? You purse your lips at your own choice of words. The person turns their head as much as they can to see you, eyebrows furrowed, tear tracks obvious on their cheek now. “O-okay. Please don’t drop me…” They turn their head back and tighten the grip of their aching hands momentarily. You bend your knees, ready to brace yourself for the weight. You hate your impulsive nature but remain thankful for the nature of your quirk. “Ready.” She yells. When you feels the person’s weight hit you, you absorb the force of them throwing themselves backwards, but still stumble back somewhat, right foot sliding and lodging itself in the gap between the floor and the steel frame, which gives a low groan at the force you unknowingly put out in your panic. Arms securely around the person’s waist, you glance back to check your foot placement. The floor that had been dislodge from the frame is sagging in more with the pressure of your weight pressing right into its weakest point. “Now what?” the person asks, sounding winded. “HEY!” You startle, craning your neck further to find the source of the shouting. Your breath catches in your throat as you spot a hero. Not just any hero, but Ground fucking Zero. You let go of the person and turn to fully face him, brushing away the hair that blows into your eyes. Below, Ground Zero is walking up, kicking glass aside. “What the fuck are you doing?” he yells. His arms hang at his sides as best they can with the gauntlets he wears, shoulders bunched up and what you know to be his signature scowl pulling at his lips. “Uh, well, I –“ you try fishing for an excuse, but are cut short by the jolt of the floor under your feet. The added weight of another person and support of the building’s frame quickly disconnecting have you struggling to think fast. You hear Ground Zero curse but can’t decipher it, not that you’re focusing much on it. “Jump!” You look back at the hero as he walks closer. The person grips your arm tightly. “W-what?!” they squawk at him. “Fucking jump! You did it before, didn’t you?” His tone is impatient, but you feel the anxiety hidden behind it, mirrored in the way your knees tremble slightly. “But that’s t-ten stories!” You bite your lip and glance to the person holding to your arm deathly tight, a tremor running through their body. “Hey,” you start softly. Their wide eyes cut over to you. “Don’t worry. I caught you. That man down there is a pro hero, so if I can catch you then you have nothing to worry about.” The frenzied look does not leave their eyes. “Come on!” Ground Zero barks. You look at him, then back to the person. “It’s okay,” you say before reaching one foot forward and bracing it on the empty frame. You push slightly to test its strength and hear the slightest protest from the floor beneath you. “Step up here, I’ll keep you steady.” The person lets out a sound somewhere close to a sob, shakily moving after a moment’s hesitation. They step up, both hands holding yours so tight you feel your bones creak. You keep your other foot on the increasingly unstable floor to provide yourself balance as you keep the terrified person steady. Ground Zero holds out his arms, and he looks ready to dash whatever way he needs to receive the civilian safely. You nod to them, and it’s still another minute before they let go of your hands and leap out. Ground Zero moves forward and locks his knees as they land in open arms. He ends up falling back onto his ass, but the person scurries to their feet and offer to help him up. The blond hero brushes them aside and hops to his feet. “Your turn, lady.” Ground Zero rolls his shoulders, possibly to prepare himself for the next impact. You puff out a laugh. “I’m good.” As his face morphs into confused rage, you remove your foot from the floor, swing it out, and use the one on the frame to push off. You ignore the ‘what the fuck’ screamed at you and focus on your landing. Blacktop comes at you fast, and a breath away from landing you flex your toes out, energy dispersing through the movement and the pavement cracks shallowly beneath the front of your feet. Rolling to the heels, you gaze up to your right, only to find vermilion eyes boring down at your. Ground Zero must have gone to catch you but didn’t make it to you first. He’s less than an arm’s reach from you, heat rolling off of him, and you wonder if it’s from his exertion or his anger. “Are you fucking crazy?” he spits. You frown and cross your arms. “No,” you’ve barely turned to face him when he’s suddenly right in your face, teeth bared at you in a snarl. “You could’ve died up there. What kind of dumbass are you?” “Well, they could have died, and you weren’t here.” You snap back, angry at his scolding. Was he right? Of course. Were you going to admit that and roll over? Fuck no! You didn’t respond well to most authority unless you were paid to. Ground Zero growls, a retort heavy on his tongue. “Zero!” His head snaps to look over his shoulder, murder in his eyes. Red Riot now stands beside the villain Ground Zero had been chasing, holding him by a cuffed arm. The ash blond grumbles and turns back to the newest source of his annoyance, only to find the space in front of him empty. He frantically looks around. You have already made it to the end of the street, eager to avoid whatever the explosive man had to say. You look back, seeing the stunned and furious look on his face, and hive a wide smile and a waggle of your fingers before darting around the corner. Hopefully he wouldn’t give chase. You pull out your phone, dialing your coworker as you slip into the curious crowd of onlookers and flee the scene of your impromptu rescue.

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Bakugou slumps into the booth, arms crossed against his chest and a scowl hard-set on his features. After the fight, they’d talked to reporters, did the necessary paperwork, and all Bakugou had wanted after showering at the agency was to go home to his cat and zone out to nighttime television. Instead, Kirishima had talked him into (“harassed” as Bakugou had put it) going out and grabbing a drink. He had to admit that a drink would help ease the irritation from being shown up by some wannabe civilian. Of course, Kirishima had steered him to a bar near their apartments and when they approached a table the redhead had seemed set on, Bakugou was met with the familiar cackling of two of their friends. “Oi, what the fuck, shitty hair? I thought you said this was ‘winding down’?” Bakugou huffed as Kirishima slapped Sero on the back in greeting. “What? We know how to wind down,” Kaminari feigned offense, scooting further into the semi-circle booth and patting the now open seat beside him. “And it involves shots!” the blond cheered, Sero laughing in response. “He’s already two in.” Sero took a sip of his drink, obvious in his refusal to down it in one go. “You guys better catch up.” The challenge wasn’t subtle, Kirishima laughing and looking over to Bakugou. On any other day, he would have put up a fight, or made a bigger deal out of it than necessary before partaking. Instead, he reached out, snatched Sero’s glass and knocked it all back. Tequila was not on of his go-to’s, but he should’ve expected the tequila-based cocktail to be the ravenet’s choice. Not that it really mattered now that it was burning down his throat and putting a different kind of heat in his chest. Sero made a noise of complaint. Kirishima laughed and stood up from the booth while Bakugou finally dropped into his own and slumped into the seat. “Why don’t we grab some drinks for the table?” he grinned at Sero, who just sighed and waved his hand at the other two dismissively as he got up to join his muscly friend. Once out of sight, Kaminari leans across the table to squint at Bakugou. “What’s got your panties in a twist?” Bakugou slumps further into the seat. “Fuck off.” “You’re mighty grumpy.” “I’m always grumpy.” “But not like this.” Bakugou kicks his leg at Kaminari under the table, but the shorter man had anticipated it and pulls his legs up to sit cross-legged. “This is more like…like ‘someone wronged me and I’m pouting’ kind of grumpy.” Bakugou growls half-heartedly. “I don’t fucking pout.” Kaminari hums a disagreeing noise. “Sounds fake but okay. You didn’t deny the first part, though!” He smiles brightly, pressing his palms flat on the table and folds himself almost in half to lean closer. “So~ who kicked your cat, huh? “No one fu—” “Some woman from patrol.” Bakugou snaps his teeth at his partner as he and Sero approach the table with a tray of shot glasses. “Shut your damn mouth,” he hisses. “What’s this about a woman?” Sero quips cheekily, sliding in and pressing his shoulder to Kaminari’s, smile wide and sly. “Nothing.” “A civilian saved someone and totally blew him off.” Bakugou lets out an undignified sound. Kaminari leans back when Bakugou slaps his hand on the table. “Shut your shitty fucking mouth before I do for you.” He growls low at Kirishima. Said man pops down beside Sero after setting down the tray, laughing all the while like he hadn’t just been threatened. “Speaking of women,” Kaminari sets down an empty shot. Bakugou’s glare was almost exhausted. “how’s your shitty love life going?” “No, nope. I told you cocksuckers I wasn’t gonna tell you shit.” “Actually…” Bakugou looks over to Kirishima’s devilish smirk. “You said you would.” He sounds far too pleased with himself, Bakugou decides, and he has not drunk nearly enough to have this conversation with these idiots. “Not with dunce face and horse mouth.” With a sweeping gesture to them, both men frowning harshly. “We’re a delight!” Kaminari snaps, taking another shot and pushing one to Sero. The latter nods sagely before downing his. Bakugou swayed his bothered gaze over to his best friend. His resolve wavers at those puppy dog eyes. He grumbles and snatches a shot, knocking it back, followed by another. The ash blond slumps back into his seat and releases a heavy sigh. The three eager men watch Bakugou expectantly. After a long beat of silence, he snaps, “Well, I’m not starting this shit! If you want to know, you fuckers gotta ask.” He eyes another shot, debating how inebriated he could be without this conversation going all kinds of sideways. Kaminari immediately goes to speak, questions ready to burst forth, when Sero holds a hand out and looks pointedly to Kirishima. The redhead purses his lips and holds his chin, contemplation creasing his brow. Bakugou avoids the scrutinizing look and reaches for the drink Kaminari had set out for, enjoying the offended scoff he gets in return. Kirishima hums. “Okay, how about” why are you so scared to try dating again?” Bakugou scrunches his nose. “I’m not scared, you moron.” “Then what is it?” Kirishima looks as if this subject honestly concerned him, that empathetic shine in his eyes that Bakugou claims to hate so much. The other two merely raise their eyebrows at their grouchy friend. Bakugou crosses his arms over his chest and huffs, looking at the dried water ring on the table. It wasn’t that he just refused to think about it. It was quite the opposite, actually. He knew why he couldn’t date someone, what he regretted in his last relationship, what he missed, what he, dare he say it, feared about getting into something that he’d only ruin again. “I can’t,” Bakugou growls and clenches his fist. “I don’t have the time. I’m gonna be number one and I won’t date someone just to leave them alone all the time.” He purses his lips, feeling the warmth of the liquor hitting him and trying to puke his feelings out in front of this many people. “If I’m gonna be someone’s boyfriend then I’m gonna be the best, and I can’t do that with the way I’m working now.” Kaminari leans forward, face scrunched in an expression of disbelief. Bakugou briefly wonders how many of the empty glasses belong to the loudmouth beside him. “Dude, that’s way less irrational than I thought that would be.” Kaminari sits back to avoid the half-hearted swat from Bakugou. He leans on the table again and says, “Why not just find a friend with benefits or something?” Bakugou sneers. “I’m not looking for a quick fuck. I can take care of myself; I don’t need to rope somebody else in just to satisfy me. Or to spread rumors about my sex life.” “I think you actually offended him,” Sero looks from one blond to the other. “Okay well, what do you want from a relationship? Like, if you could have it without the commitment?” Kaminari asks. Bakugou curls his lip and jabs an accusing finger in his direction. “Are you saying I can’t do commitment?” Kaminari raises his hands in surrender. “What? No! Bro, now way I just—” “Katsuki,” said man turns to Kirishima, shoulders tense. “what were your favorite things about having a girlfriend?” He gives a soft smile, genuine, a weapon more efficient than any other when bargaining with the gremlin. Bakugou holds his glare, then exhales, whole body deflating and sinking into the booth. Kirishima remembers talking vaguely with his friend about this when Bakugou had initially started dating his now-ex. He’d been so much more relaxed an open (as much as he could be). Kirishima knew first hand that Bakugou took his role as boyfriend very seriously and enjoyed many aspects that came with it. He shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess,” he scratches the back of his head. “I liked getting to spoil her. Seeing her light up when I bought her gifts or taking her out to dinner and showing her off.” Bakugou frowns, suddenly thinking back to all of the dates he planned, the trips he planned and endless effort he put into making her happy. “I liked getting to treat her like a queen and making her feel good.” He gives a half smirk at the multiple meanings behind that last bit. “Just wish it hadn’t turned one sided…” it’s under his breath, but the three of them catch it. Before he can spiral any further through memories, Sero snaps his fingers. “Holy shit, Bakubro, you should be a Sugar Daddy!” Kaminari, mid-shot, snorts and coughs as the liquor comes out of his nose. Kirishima dissolves into laughter, wheezing and smacking his hand on the table. Bakugou goes from a look of pure shock to absolute fury. “Ex-fucking-scuse you, Tape Face?!” Sero waves his hand around as if remorseful, though the shit-eating grin says otherwise. “Hear me out!” Bakugou glares him down while the other two try pulling themselves together. Once Kirishima gets his breathing under control and Kaminari is wiping up the liquor from the table’s surface, Sero speaks again. “I have a friend, another pro, and he’s on this sugar daddy site. Don’t give me that look, just listen!” Bakugou rolls his eyes and tries to keep his features as neutral as he can manage. “He found a sugar baby and he says it works well for him. She’s his date to galas, she does all that publicity shit with him, and he pays for outfits, lets her buy shit, I think he even pays her rent.” “Do they sleep together?” Kaminari asks with a look of bewilderment. “I didn’t ask.” Sero holds his hands up in a shrug. “My point is, if you want to treat some girl like a queen but don’t want to date her, there’s women out there who would be beside themselves if THE Ground Zero said he wanted to spoil them.” He wants to yell at him. Tell him how stupid it is, how low it is, how he’d never do something so…sleazy. “Don’t people like that expect sex? It’s the same as paying for a prostitute and playin’ ‘Pretty Woman’.” Bakugou crosses his arms again. “I mean, some sugar daddies do. A lot, actually.” Sero says the last part under his breath. “But! Not everyone does, and not every sugar baby does, either. Each person has different needs, I guess.” Bakugou scoffs, willing another refusal to come to mind. “I don’t know, man. It might be worth it to check out.” Kirishima says, picking out a shot. Bakugou grumbles and looks at his phone to take his attention away. After a couple of minutes, the rest of the group catches on that he’s done with this conversation, and move along to other topics, laughing and yelling like drunken idiots in no time.

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You crouch down, pouring the cup of food into a ceramic bowl next to the fridge. The cup wasn’t even empty before you feel a wet nose against your elbow, then the weight of your dog leaning against your left side. You laugh and turn to pet the red heeler. He shoves you over, losing your balance and tumbling over, almost knocking into the water bowl. “Rōrupan, you naughty boy! You’re such a bully, you know that?” You scratch his scruff while the brindle dog scarfs down his kibble. You stand and walk to the dining table, opening up your laptop and typing in a webpage. You walk around the kitchen, pulling out leftovers and assembling some sort of meal before throwing it into the toaster oven. Once the timer was set, you sit down in front of your laptop and sigh. “What do we have today?” you ask aloud, briefly glancing at Rōrupan, who could care less. You scroll through four new messages and grumble at each of them. All were from men with no tact in their greetings, coming on way too strong, one even saying: “Any chance you’re interested in a tall, attractive, and well hung married man?” You snap your computer shut, not even bothering to browse tonight. You would put more effort into your search if you hadn’t gotten home only mere minutes ago. You had originally joined the site as a joke, not really putting any stock in sugar daddies and that sort of lifestyle. Browsing through your options, you laughed at half of the men, coming off as try-hards facing a mid-life crisis and wanting to splurge on someone other than themselves – or their wives. You expressly ignored anyone who made their married status known, having no desire to be some rich fuck’s side piece when he had a loving wife at home. In the few months you’d been on, though, you had managed to go on a few dates, completely paid for. One man had bought you a beautiful silver evening gown for the dinner date with him. A couple of men offered to give you an allowance, which you politely declined at the realization that you didn’t want to be a reoccurring presence with these men. You weren’t a materialistic person, by any means. Your apartment was a simple one bedroom with decent amenities. It was well decorated but most of it consisted of gifts from family or absolute steals you found while browsing thrift stores. You spent more money on your dog than yourself, most times. That didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy gifts, though. Treating yourself was hard, but you absolutely lived for others tending to your needs and treating you better than most. You never looked too deep into that, ignoring the psychological implications of what led you here. Browsing may have sounded more enticing had your mind not been so occupied by one of your favorite heroes. You had dreamt so long of getting to meet the hothead, and this is not how you imagined it going down. You cursed your impulsive nature. This took the cake for “Dumbest Thing I’ve Done Because of My Cool Quirk”, which had previously been held by “The Tree Incident”, aka “The Reason I Can’t Bend My Left Leg All The Way”. You pull yourself from the table, grabbing your food and wandering into the living room. Setting the food down on the coffee table, you throw yourself onto the couch face first with a groan. He was so much dreamier up close, even when enraged. You turned your body to face away from the couch. Rōrupan trotted over, tongue lolling out of a perfect smile. You grab the throw pillow at your head and hug it to your chest. “You should have seen his eyes,” you complained to your pet. “Rōru, they could pin you in place all on their own.” Rōrupan plopped onto his rear and gave a dramatic yawn followed by a whiny rumble. “Don’t be rude,” you grumbled into the pillow. “If I see him again, I’ll DIE. He probably wants to kick my ass. Right now, I want to kick my OWN ass.” Your dog set you with a bored look. “I pulled some real vigilante shit today. You would be proud of me, bud.” You pull your head up and reach out for the still steaming plate. Sitting up, you furrow your brows and give a worried frown. “What if he tells a cop or something and they come looking for me? You’d starve without me, y’know.” At that Rōrupan leaves the room and retreats to his owner’s. You pout and huff loudly. “Let’s hope that doesn’t actually happen.”

[colbybrocksmolder]

The Wilderness – Colby Brock x Reader 2/4

PART 1

“Why the fuck did you guys camp so far away from everyone?” Elton practically yelled, walking over the edge of the hill.

“The lake!” Colby laughed, watching Elton pan his camera over the whole scene.

“Dude, I don’t think anyone else knows this is even here.” Elton said, recording the four of you sat by the fire before walking around and showing your tents.

“Exactly.” Sam replied.

“You guys have a nice set-up here.” Elton said, turning off his camera after one final pan over the whole scene.

“Most of this is thanks to the boy scout right here.” You said, turning to smile at Colby.

“I wouldn’t have been able to pack everything we needed without you, though.” He rebutted, pressing another kiss to your shoulder.

“How DID you pack so much?” Elton asked, noticing you had more supplies than most.

“Vacuum bags.” You shrugged. “And not packing dumb shit we don’t need.”

“Touché.” Elton laughed, switching a new SD card for the one in Sam’s hand. “Remember to check in at some point tonight on the walkie talkie and try to film at least one update/diary entry each.”

“Will do!” the group confirmed.

“Here’s the first ‘event’, by the way.” Elton said, handing each pair a piece of paper and a pen. “We’re doing Camping BINGO.”

You looked at the paper he handed you. “Ooo, nice. Are there going to be prizes?” you asked.

“Oh, definitely.” Elton smirked, walking back towards the hill where he came from.

“Are the papers the same?” Sam asked, walking over to compare them.

“Looks like it!” Colby confirmed.

“Let’s go see how we did.” You said, climbing off of Colby’s lap.

You both crawled into your tent, sitting down on the comfy ‘bed’. “Let’s check and see what it says before we record it.” Colby said, reading the paper in your hands.

PACKED WATER – “Check” Colby pointed towards the gallons of water.

FOUND NATURAL RESOURCES – “The lake.” You said.

PACKED FOOD – “Who didn’t?” He laughed.

PACKED A WEAPON – “We have a bat and a knife.” Colby said.

TRADED SUPPLIES WITH ALLIANCE MEMBER – “We’ll trade something with Sam and Kat.” You suggested.

PACKED A FLASHLIGHT – “Multiple.” Colby clicked the one by him on and off a few times.

PACKED COOKING SUPPLIES – “First one we didn’t do.” You laughed.

PACKED PILLOWS – “Two in a row!” Colby pointed to the square.

PACKED A GAME – “We have playing cards!” You said, reaching in the tote and grabbing them.

MADE A FIRE – “Duh.” Colby bragged.

PACKED TOILET PAPER – “Thank god, because I’m about to need it.” He laughed.

PACKED SMORE SUPPLIES – “And you tried telling me to leave it at home.” You smirked at him.

FREE SPACE – “Self-explanatory.” You nodded.

MADE AN ALLIANCE – “Sam and Colby vs the world, bitch!” Colby said obnoxiously loud.

PACKED CONDOMS – “Check.” You said, moving on quickly.

“I knew you saw them.” He blushed, poking you in the side.

“Sweetie, I packed my own.” You snarked.

Colby’s eyes went wide. “I hope I was the person you planned on using them with!” he said sarcastically.

“I don’t know. Crawford is awfully cute. He’s got that whole Canadian thing going on…” You teased him. When you saw his smile drop, you couldn’t keep it up. “Colby.” You laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “I’m kidding.”

He smiled, pulling your lips back to his for a moment. “That was mean.”

“Not any meaner than you kissing me and then telling me it didn’t mean anything.” You raised your eyebrows at him.

He covered his face with his hands. “I knooooooow.” He groaned. “I panicked.”

“I didn’t actually sleep on the bus, you know.” You said, waiting for him to drop his hands. “I heard you, Sam and Kat talking.”

“So you know…Well it should be obvious…” Colby stuttered a bit.

“I like you, too.” You smiled, looking back down at your BINGO card.

SET UP A TENT – “Boy Scout for the win.” You laughed.

Colby leaned back over the paper, reading the next one on the list.

PACKED USB BATTERY PACK/S – “Nope. Worth it, though. I’m kind of excited not to have my phone for a while.” He confessed.

“Me too.” You nodded.

PACKED SOMETHING RIDICULOUS – “What is that supposed to mean?” Colby asked.

“I think I’ve got something.” You laughed, reaching for the nail polish and face masks. “Do you think these count?”

He laughed, grabbing the nail polish from you. “Definitely. Though, I’m kind of looking forward to using them.”

PACKED COMPASS – “Got it!” Colby said, grabbing it out of his bag.

TRADED WITH NON-ALLIANCE TEAM – “Maybe you and Sam can try and find someone to trade with.” You suggested.

PACKED FIRST-AID KIT – “Check.” Colby said.

PACKED CAMPING GUIDE – “We aren’t noobs.” You snarked.

RECORDED CONFESSION ABOUT PARTNER – “Ooo, this could be fun.” He said, kissing your cheek as you read the next item.

PACKED BUG SPRAY – “Fuck mosquitos.” You laughed.

CAN SEE RV FROM YOUR CAMP – “Well, at least Kian got one.” Colby laughed.

“We have 4 BINGOS.” You pointed out, marking the paper.

“Let’s get the trading ones done and record our confessions and we’ll be set.” Colby replied.

Sam and Colby both grabbed a few things to potentially trade and wandered off to find another team. You and Kat both recorded your proof that you had the supplies you checked off, including filming the lake, the fire, and the tent.

“This is for ‘trading with an alliance member.’” You said, both you and Kat recording. You handed her a 5 hour energy shot and she handed you a candy bar.

“Nice doing business with you.” She teased.

“Always.” You both laughed.

When you got back to your tent you turned the camera on yourself. “And now for my confession about Colby…Hmmm…I think I’m going to go with…He’s a really good kisser.” You smiled at the camera, slightly blushing.

When the boys made their way back, Colby crawled into the tent. “How’d it go?” you asked, wondering what he traded.

“Well, they hadn’t even gotten their tent up, so I didn’t need to trade any of this stuff.” Colby laughed, tossing it into the bin. “And I felt too bad to take anything from them, so I traded a shoulder rub for setting up their tent.”

“Oh, my god.” You laughed. “Who was it?”

“Corey and Andrea.” Colby laid down on the ‘bed’.

“Oh, no.” you said, feeling bad for them. “At least they weren’t the first to quit.”

“True.” Colby said. “What’s left to do?”

“You need to confess something about me to the camera, and we’re all done.” You answered, handing Colby the camera and starting to crawl out of the tent.

“Don’t leave.” He said, handing you back the camera. “You can record mine.”

“The whole point of confessing to the camera is that the other person doesn’t see it.” You laughed.

Colby shrugged. “I was going to tell you anyways.”

“Okay.” You shook your head, a smile on your face.

“This is Colby confessing something about my partner Y/n to the camera.” Colby said, looking at you before looking back to the camera. “I really want to take her out on a date.”

You tried to keep your laugh silent, turning off the camera. “Just consider this one big long camping date.” You said, smiling at the adorable burgundy haired boy who was grinning at you.

“I like the sound of that.” He replied. “We should probably film our ‘diary entry’ while we’re at it.”

“True.” You said, turning the camera back on and sitting it on the bin. You moved to sit next to Colby, feeling him put his arm around your shoulders.

“This is our first official ‘diary’ entry.” Colby said.

“I think we’re just supposed to share what’s going on so far and how we think we’re doing.” You said, turning to face him.

“Well, we’ve got this cozy little set up.” Colby smiled. “We’re pretty much pros at this.”

You laughed. “Compared to some other people out here it feels like it.”

“But honestly, I think we’re doing great. We’ve got Sam and Kat like 25 feet from us and we all get along really well, obviously.”

“We’ve got our rations worked out and some things planned to keep us from getting too bored.” You added.

“It’s crazy that someone already quit.” Colby laughed. “They must have like, found a snake in their tent and just threw in the towel or something.”

“That or they didn’t get along. Like, what if they got in a fight, you know?” you wondered.

Colby looked at you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “That won’t happen to us.”

You smiled. “Definitely not.”

Colby leaned forward and turned the camera off, the two of you crawling out of the tent to check in with Sam and Kat.

“You guys done?” you asked, seeing Kat poking at the fire. It was actually getting really dark outside.

She nodded, looking tired. “We’re getting ready to eat.”

“Speaking of, I’m starving.” Colby said, going back to the tent to grab some crackers and a few protein bars. He grabbed a gallon of water, too. “Here you go.” He handed you a bar and a pack of crackers, grabbing a trash bag out of the bin before sitting down on it. He gave you a ‘what are you waiting for’ look and patted his lap.

You laughed, sitting down sideways on his thighs. You opened the protein bar first, taking a bite. “Ooo, these aren’t bad at all!” you said. “It tastes kind of like a peanut butter cup.”

“I got the mint one.” He replied, reading the packaging. “It’s pretty good, too.”

“How many BINGOS did you guys get?” you asked Sam and Kat. They were currently eating beef jerky.

“One.” Sam answered. “There’s stuff I wish we would have brought now, though.”

“How many did you guys get?” Kat asked.

“Four.” Colby answered, laughing at the look on Kat’s face.

“What time is it?” you asked, realizing you had no way of actually knowing anymore.

“I…have no idea.” Colby laughed, wrapping his arms around you. “It’s kind of nice.”

“I agree.” You said, yawning. “I’m just exhausted and I have a feeling we’re going to have to hike those BINGO cards back to the RV sometime tomorrow.”

“Probably.” Sam agreed. “We should probably do bathroom runs before it gets super late.”

“I’ll go with Kat.” You said, hopping off of Colby’s lap and handing him your crackers. “I have a flashlight and a little baggie full of bathroom stuff.” You grabbed the bathroom bag out of the tent and turned the flashlight on.

“Please be safe.” Colby said, pointing in the direction he had scouted earlier. “You shouldn’t trip over anything that way. We’re going to go this way and we’ll all just meet back up here.”

When the two of you had both used the restroom, you walked back. The two boys were sat at the fire. “I think I’m ready for bed.” You said, standing behind Colby and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Me too.” He agreed. “Sam, remember to do your final check-in with Elton over the walkie talkie.”

Sam nodded, joining Kat in their tent.

“We can just let this burn out, right?” You asked, seeing the fire almost completely dead.

“Yeah, we dug down a bit and we’ve got the rocks around it. We should be fine.” He agreed, standing up and following your lead by brushing his teeth outside the tent before following you in.

You handed him his sweatpants and grabbed your baggy sleep shirt. Colby was kind of surprised when you started changing in front of him, but he watched you with a smile the whole time. You’d taken your shirt and bra off, pulling your sleep shirt on. You ditched your shoes and socks, followed quickly by your pants.

When you turned to him to grab his dirty clothes, he hadn’t changed yet. “Okay, slowpoke.” You laughed.

“Sorry, I got distracted.” He gave you a cheesy grin. “Here you go.” Colby stripped down to his boxers, chucking his shoes by the door and handing you his dirty clothes. He slipped his sweatpants on and watched as you put all of the dirty clothes in a trash bag.

“Do you think we can try washing this stuff in the lake?” You asked. “Maybe we can hang them up to dry with the paracord.”

“Definitely.” He nodded, waiting for you to finish sorting everything. “I want to swim tomorrow, too. I feel grimy.”

“Tell me about it.” You made a ‘yuck’ noise. “This should help, though.”

You grabbed a pack of the baby wipes, pulling one out of the pack. You slid it over your arms, armpits, neck. You grabbed another one and lifted your shirt to slide it across your stomach and your back, moving to your legs.

“Here.” You threw Colby the pack of baby wipes, pulling out your toiletries bag. You put on fresh deodorant, Chapstick, and lotion, and grabbed a make-up wipe to clean your face.

“You’re a genius.” He said, wiping all of the sweat and grime off of his skin.

“Don’t use that on your face, though.” You said, grabbing another make-up wipe and moving closer to Colby. “Close your eyes.” You pushed his hair back from his face, wiping it over his forehead and down his cheeks…being careful when you gently dragged the wipe over his eyes and around his piercings. “You need Chapstick.” You laughed, cleaning the skin around his lips and across his chin and neck.

“Did you pack any?” he asked, smiling with his eyes still closed.

You leaned forward and kissed him, rubbing your Chapstick against his lips. “I don’t mind sharing.” You laughed, grabbing the used baby wipes and throwing them in your little trash bag.

“Hand me the walkie talkie?” Colby remembered he needed to check in still.

“Here you go.” You moved the walkie talkie pack to Colby’s side of the tent.

“Hey guys, this is Colby and Y/n and we’re getting ready to go to bed. I don’t know if Sam and Kat remembered to check in, but they’re crashing soon, too.” Colby unclicked the button and waited for a response.

“Okay, thank you! You guys are good to go! Check in tomorrow morning and around mid-day everyone is going to get an announcement to meet at the RV with your BINGO cards and the SD card that your proof is recorded on. Have a good night!” One of Elton’s team members replied.

Colby turned the channel back to the announcements one and set the walkie talkie to the side. “Lets record a thing before bed.” He said, grabbing the camera.

“Wait!” you said, reaching for the facemasks. “Let’s put these on first.”

You opened the penguin one and told Colby to look at you, lining it up with his eyes and his mouth. “It feels slimy!” he laughed.

“Well it looks adorable.” You chuckled, smoothing down the edges of the facemask before putting your own on. Yours was a cat.

“Hey guys, we’ve officially survived our first day out here. We’re just getting ready for bed and making plans for tomorrow.” Colby said, running his fingers over the cool facemask.

“We filled out this BINGO card Elton gave us earlier and I think we may win it. There were only like 4 or 5 squares we didn’t get.” You added, trying to remember what all had happened since your check-in.

“Oh! And everyone has officially pissed in the woods.” Colby laughed. “Kat said it was traumatizing.”

“She was only traumatized because she thinks she peed on a spider.” You laughed, explaining what had happened.

“Aww, poor spider.” Colby made a fake pouty face.

“Oh, shut up. Don’t tease her.” You knocked Colby’s shoulder with yours.

“I think we’re both tired enough that we’re going to pass out pretty quickly. I’m looking forward to how tomorrow goes.” Colby nodded, looking towards you to see if you had anything to add.

“How many people do you think are going to quit tomorrow?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Oh, god. At least two more teams.” Colby said confidently. “I think we’ll wake up to an announcement that someone quit tonight, actually.”

“The forest does get spooky at night.” You agreed. “Okay, well we just wanted to check in.” you smiled at the camera. “See you tomorrow!”

Colby waved before leaning forward to shut the camera off.

You crawled under the blanket before turning your tent’s little light off.

“This is way comfier than sleeping in a sleeping bag.” Colby said, sliding under the blankets.

“This whole thing turned out better than I thought it would.” You said, turning over to face Colby.

“We did a pretty good job.” He agreed, his hands reaching out to find you in the dark. “Come here.” He said, his hands finally finding you. “What did you confess about me for the BINGO thing earlier?” he asked, pulling your body to lay against his.

“I think you’ll have to watch Elton’s series to find out.” You teased, kissing his cheek.

“Just tell me.” Colby dramatically whined, turning over to pin you to the sleeping bags, holding himself above you.

“You’re so needy.” You laughed, your hands finding his face in the dark.

“I hope that isn’t what you confessed.” He said, dropping down to gently kiss your lips.

You smiled, breaking the kiss. “Nope. I told everyone how great you are at this.” You said, pulling his lips back to yours.

“We’ve given Elton so much clickbait.” Colby laughed, moving down to snuggle into your chest. “You really said I’m a great kisser?” He asked, his fingers moving in little patterns on your sides.

“I did. And you are.” You answered, kissing the top of his head. “You’re not too bad at this whole cuddling thing either.”

“Oh, I’m a pro.” Colby teased, snuggling his face against your chest. “I’m about to fall asleep. Do I need to get off of you?” he asked, worried he was too heavy.

“Nope.” You answered, softly running your fingers through his hair. “Sweet dreams, Colby.”

“Night, y/n.” Colby mumbled.

The next morning, Sam was the one to wake the two of you up. He’d quietly opened your tent door, camera in his hand. He found the two of you laying exactly how you’d fallen asleep. Sam whispered to the camera. “Aww, I feel bad I’m going to wake them up.” He whispered a “1…2…3…” before yelling into the tent.

“Jesus” Colby said, nearly jumping to his feet.

“I vote we break the alliance and let them fend for themselves.” You mumbled, hiding your face back in your pillow.

Sam was laughing from the doorway. “The sun is about to come up if you want to catch the sunrise.” He said, turning off the camera and leaving the two of you alone.

“You may as well check in with Elton.” You mumbled, snuggling back into the blankets.

Colby laughed, thinking you were kind of cute when you were grumpy. His voice was thick with sleep when he changed the channel on the walkie talkie and checked in. “Hey, Elton. Sam is an ass and woke us up, so Y/n and I are checking in.”

“Your voice is cute.” You said, turning to face the sleepy boy.

Elton replied. “He woke you up but didn’t check in?” Elton asked, laughing. “Remind him to do his check-in and make sure you record at least 3 ‘diary entries’ today. I’ll send out the announcement for everyone to meet at the RV in a few hours.”

“SAM!” Colby called out of the tent. “You’re in trouble! You didn’t check in with Elton!”  Colby laughed.

“Oh, shit!” Sam tripped, running back to his tent to check in.

“Record your diary thing too!” you yelled, moving to sit in Colby’s lap. You hid your face in his neck, feeling him wrap his arms around you.

“Good morning.” He said, one of his hands sliding up and down your thigh.

“Morning.” You mumbled into his neck. “Let’s record our thing so we can go watch the sunrise.” You said, pulling back to kiss his cheek.

“Hey guys.” Colby practically croaked.

“Are you losing your voice or do you sound like this every morning?” you laughed.

“It’s not normally this bad.” Colby laughed. “I think all the yelling yesterday for the series introduction didn’t really help.”

“Well, it’s cute.” You smiled at him, turning back to the camera. “Sam woke us up. The sun isn’t even up yet.”

“I’m kind of glad we get to see the sunrise, though.” Colby pointed out. “We’re right on the lake and it’s going to be beautiful.”

“We’ll make sure to record it so you guys can see it too.” You said, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

Colby turned off the camera and you guys got ready, changing clothes, brushing teeth, washing faces…After you recorded the sunrise so that Elton could time-lapse it, Colby got the fire going again. Everyone sat around it eating breakfast. This morning you had some sports drink, a 5 hour energy, and some trail mix.

Sam and Kat went on a short walk along the water, so it was just you and Colby sat around the fire. His arms tightened around you a bit, catching your attention. “What’s on your mind?” you asked, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“You.” He smiled, leaning his chin on your shoulder.

“I asked what was on your mind, not your lap.” You teased, booping his nose with your finger.

“I, uh…I just really want you to be my girlfriend.” He said, grinning ear to ear. “I feel like all of this happened out of order because I got shitfaced and kissed you. Then, for some reason, we’re living in the woods together for the foreseeable future.” He laughed. “But I really, really just want you to be my girlfriend.”

“It’s a good thing I really, really want to be your girlfriend then, isn’t it?” you had a soft smile on your face, leaning in to kiss Colby.

Colby deepened the kiss, one of his hands moving to rest against the side of your neck.

You didn’t break the kiss until you heard Sam teasing you. He even said it in a sing-songy voice. “I caught you kissing on camera.”

“I’m pretty sure we’ve already kissed on camera during our diary entries.” You laughed, crawling off of Colby’s lap to grab your water.

Colby nodded his head. “True.” He thought about it for a second. “We should do a check in together.”

“Like an update?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, our little alliance.” He said, looking for a place to set the camera. You guys settled on stacking the two outside totes as a tripod and standing far enough back that you were in frame.

Sam and Colby shared a funny look before Colby slipped right into their normal intro. “WHAT’S up guys, it’s Sam and Colby…”

“I feel like you’ve done that intro so many times that it’s just second nature at this point.” You laughed, slipping your arm around Colby’s waist.

“It really is.” He laughed, hanging his arm over your shoulders. “Okay, so we wanted to give you a little update as a group. We slept through the night, but THIS ONE” Colby pointed his thumb at Sam “woke us up super early. We already told you about that in our other update, but we don’t know what footage Elton is actually going to use.”

“You have to admit the sunrise was worth it.” Kat said, leaning into Sam.

“Oh, definitely.” You replied.

“I’ve managed to survive on crackers and protein bars so far.” Colby said, looking at Sam.

“I think we need to trade you some beef jerky for something because I’m already sick of it.” Sam laughed.

“Ooo, we can definitely make a deal. The more variety the better.” You said, glad you had packed some candy to mix things up.

“We wanted to ask you guys if you wanted to go swimming after we hike down to the RV.” Kat remembered.

“Yeah!” Colby replied. “We’re going to try to wash some of our clothes, too.”

“How did you guys sleep?” you asked Sam and Kat.

“Not too bad.” Sam answered. “It was kind of chilly in our tent.”

“I was fine after I layered up on hoodies.” Kat laughed.

You and Colby looked at each other. “We were fine.” Colby shrugged. “We’ve got like 4 blankets and we were laying on the sleeping bags.”

“Well if you feel people climb into bed with you guys, it’s just us.” Kat chuckled.

“They were cuddling half naked, I don’t know if I’d want to crawl into their tent in the middle of the night.” Sam teased.

“This kind of got derailed.” Colby laughed, pointing at the camera. “We’ll check in after the BINGO thing.” He said, walking towards the camera to turn it off. “Grab all of your used batteries and SD cards and we’ll switch them out when we get to the RV. Then we don’t have to worry about it for a while.”

“Good idea.” Sam said, ducking into his tent to grab them.

“Hello, hello, hello. In 30 minutes, everyone needs to be standing in the field by the RV with your BINGO cards and your SD cards.” You heard the Walkie Talkie go off, Elton’s voice coming through. “You can leave your cameras and your walkie talkie’s back at your camp sites.”

“Perfect timing.” You said, grabbing the BINGO card and watching Colby grab the used batteries and SD cards. “Let’s go.”

“You guys good to go?” Colby asked Sam and Kat.

“Let’s get a move on.” Sam answered, leading the four of you back down to the RV.

PART 3

[devilbat]

Camping, Check

Loki x reader with Peter Parker

Warning: maybe swearing, but just fluff, check

What should have been a quite camping trip. Well somewhat quite camping trip, you did have Peter with you, so chatting was going to happen. But when then the god of Mischief decided he wanted to tag along it went from somewhat quiet to dear God’s you might kill him and Peter.

Tents, check

Sleeping bags, check

Sleeping mats, check

Your pillow cause everyone else can worry about their own, check

Camping chairs, check

Cooler with food, check

Camp stove, check

Shit ton of water, check

Whole trees worth of firewood, check

Matches, check

Murder Axe to kill someone with possibly, check

My clothes cause they can deal with packing their own, your not their mother, check

Toiletries, check

“Hi y/n.” Peter squeaked out, from behind you. Make you jump a bit. Turning on your heels to look at the kid. “I’m ready for our adventure.” He smiled at you.

“One Peter Parker, check.” You breathed out, as you searched for his name to check him off the list. You went back to checking the rest of the the stuff off before you were on your way.

Lanterns, check

Sunscreen, check

Hammer, check

“So y/n whatcha doing?” Peter asked as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

Duck tape for spider-kid Mouth, check

“Making sure we have everything we need.” You stated not looking up from the paper.

“We could always ask Mr. Stark if we forget something.” Peter piped up, trying to peek over your shoulder.

Rope Incase I have to tie a child up to a tree, check

Stakes, check

“We are not calling Tony. This is going to be a no calling for Tony trip. So please reframe from getting yourself tangled in you webs.” You looked over you shoulder and smile.

Scissors to cut the kid out of his webs, because you telling him no will not stop him from doing so, wether or not he has help, Check

Plate & utensils, check and check

“Y/n?” Peter asked coyly. Jumping up and down around you. God who gave him sugar. Oh you know who. That was a dumb question. You really could kill Tony at times.

“Hmm?” You looked up at the kid eyebrow raised.

Mosquito spray cause this girl not getting eaten, Check

“Where’s Mr Loki? Isn’t he coming?” Peter asked. A bright smile on his face.

“Hello pet.” Loki purred into your ear from behind. Making you squeak out. Turning fast on your heels to smack the god. Who chuckled at your weak attempt.

“God damn it Loki. Don’t do that.” You hissed snaking him again.

Loki, check

Frying pan to beat Loki over the head with, double check.

“I do love it when you take my name in vain.” He smirked. Grabbing ahold of your hand, keeping it against his chest. All the while Peter got situated in the car.

The reasons why you decided to take Loki with you camping, unknown check

Your sanity went out the door, check

“Loki, will you please just get in the car.” You sighed pulling you hand away from him. “Remember keep you hands to yourself we don’t want to scare the kid.” Loki smug smile spread over Loki’s face. Oh this was going to be interesting.

Going on what should be an two drive but will most likely take five, cause someone needs to pee, check

Possibly going to be annoyed the whole drive there, check

It was a long drive most of it was Peter asking loki question about Asgard and what it was like there. You had to admit you love hearing Loki’s tails about his home lands. He was good at telling stories like his brother. There was about twenty minutes of silence before the kid decided to tell loki about some of his, neighborhood friend spider stories. And boy half the time you couldn’t understand him, he talked so fast.

Finally here without killing anyone, check

You pulled up to the camp grounds and checked in to you spot. It had been a very long drive and one you were happy to be done with. Stepping out of the car you stretched the cool mountain air filled your lungs. Now to unload the car. You turned around about to direct the two chatty Kathy’s. (This was the most You ever heard Loki talk. He would not shut up. Why did he never want to talk like this with you. Oh you know why, he like to keep his mouth busy, on you.) looking over to where you had left them last. Only to find a full SUV and two missing super idiots.

Unloading the car by myself, check

Nether one helping you put up the Tents, death, I mean check

Hours later, both Loki and Peter walked into the camping spot. Sweaty, stinky and covered in mud. Okay only one was sweaty, stinky and covered in mud. Loki looked untouched in whatever had happened to the poor kid. Which you most likely knew the reason why.

Loki causing chaos to poor Peter, check

“Loki, what did you do to Peter?” You you question the god.

“Lady y/n, I did nothing to the poor boy, he fell.” Loki smile sweetly a little to sweet. With a shrug.

“Yeah lady- I mean y/n I fell, it was pretty cool. I was swinging showing Loki a new web combo.” Peter eagerly a little to eagerly told you. You raised an eyebrow at the two specially.

“Mmhmm. Seems convenient like conveniently disappearing on me while unpacking.” You huffed crossing your arms.

“Is there anything we can help you with darling?” Loki purred. Oh that ass.

Loki possibly never getting lucky again, a strong check

“Nope did it ALL myself. Now please clean the boy up.” You hissed, glaring directly at Loki.

“Fine.” With a flick of Loki’s wrist, Peter looked like what he did before they disappeared.

“Now put this on!” You handed a bottle of big spray to the kid. Quickly he did as you asked while you did the same with the other bottle. Once you were done you handed it to Loki.

“I’m not putting that god awful smelling thing on my body.” Loki hissed at the bottle.

Loki being over dramatic, check

“Loki you’ll get bit! Please put this on.” You looked up at him. You know this is going to be an argument you won’t win.

“I am a god. Your Midgard bugs could do nothing to me.” Raising an eyebrow challenging you.

Loki thinking he is better at everything because he is a “God”, check

Later that night, you had the fire going. It was almost romantic if there wasn’t a kid presented. Peter had started making Smore’s. You had been trying to figure out how to tell loki he wasn’t sleeping in the tent with you. Let alone the fact he would have to sleep on the ground. As you watched the fire die down.

Possibly dying by the hands of a “king” for making him sleep on the floor, checkers

Peter had fallen asleep at some point, in his camp chair a half burnt marshmallows on a stick in his hand. You got up and stretched with a yawn.

“Loki could you.” You pointed at the kid. Loki stood looking over at the kid before he walked over towards you. Pulling you into him. Kissing you forehead. “That was not what I was asking.” You giggle. “Can you put Peter in the tent.”

“As you wish my love.” With ease you watched the god pick up Peter. He disappeared with him then before you could turn around was back beside you.

“Well good night loki.” You kissed his check as you walked over to your tent. Only for Loki to follow you. “Where do you think your going?” You turned around to look at loki.

“Do you really think I’m going to sleep on the floor? Let alone without my girlfriend?” Loki huffed.

“Yes, remember you wanted to come. And I told you there were going to be things you were not going to like. Well this would be one of them. And it’s called roughing it for a reason.”

Loki challenging you, check

“And beside he doesn’t know, I thought you wanted to keep this us hush, hush.” You pointed at the the kids tent.

Loki actually listening to you? Umm maybe check

The next morning you woke up. You stretched only to notice a few things. In your groggy state.

Large soft bed, check

Silky satin sheets, check

Soft breathing against your neck, check

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, check

“Morning my love.” Loki smooth voice purred into your ear. He moved around like he was trying to get comfortable

A god not listening to you. And apparently can’t sleep on the ground, why check

“Loki!” You sighed, turning around to look at him. Biting you lip when you saw his face. Little tiny red bumps scattered along his handsome face and neck.

Loki getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, oh yes that’s a check.

“Something wrong Loki?” You asked as he started to itch.

“No, nothing is wrong!” Trying hard not to itch.

“You feeling a little itchy there?”

“No!” He glared at you.

“So those red bumps are nothing?” You hummed in amusement. You hand moving along his bare torso, feeling more bites. Making him squirm under your touch.

“No just a trick love, see I’m fine.” Loki used his magic to glimmer himself with no bumps. But you could still feel them. So you started to scratch him lightly over his sides. “Stop your meddling women. It’s nothing.”

Torturing a god, triple check

How you manage to get Loki on his back was astonishing. But you showed no remorse as you felt around his check. Driving the god crazy, only wanting to scratch himself. He quickly removed you from him, jumping out of bed. Backing himself away from you. A mischievous glint in your eyes, the same one he would do to you. Pulling yourself off the bed as you stalked towards him.

“The God of mischief taken out by Midgardian bug.” You giggle as You lunged forward. Tackling Loki. You had him on the ground at your mercy.

“Infuriating woman, I am not going to yield.” Loki hissed.

“Umm hey guys?” You and Loki froze., looking up to see you were outside the tent. With Peter standing there rubbing his eyes.

Shit, check

The kid finding out we’re dating, check

“Oh hey, umm I’m just Umm trying to.” You rabbled Trying to think of something. “I’m trying to put calamine lotion on his mosquito bites. Someone is regretting Life choices right now.”

“Where is the bottle?” Peter raised an eyebrow.

The kid not buying it, check

“I lost it?” You shrugged.

“That is very convincing my love.” Loki chuckled from under you. “Now please put something on these infernal bites.”

Later that day and a whole bottle of pink lotion. Loki was covered in pink spots. And mopping in the camping chair.

Taking a Picture of Loki without him noticing, check

Definitely going to die when he finds out that said picture has been sent to everyone in the compound, check

Loki regrets not wearing mosquito repellent, check check

Now onto bribing the kid, to not tell tony, check

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[holidaywishes]

Sweaty Betty’s

  Summary: After your convocation, you head to a bar with a group of friends to celebrate finally being done with school.

  Author’s Note: Not really much to say, other than I’m procrastinating doing my homework and my other series. I’ve learned my lesson from Hard Not To Notice and I split this one into two parts. BUT IT WILL ONLY BE THE TWO PARTS. I’ll eventually get back to writing my It Had To Be You series because that thing needs… something. But for now, here we are, with this Freddie Andersen imagine. So, I hope you enjoy this short little writing -- I have another angsty one in mind that I might write but we’ll see. 

  Warnings: fluff, drinking, some swearing, drunk fighting, smut in second part so there’s some hard fluff at the end to lead into it

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  “Congratulations to the Class of 2019!” Lindsay, the class valedictorian, exclaimed, “Go out and live the best lives you can because it’s our turn now!” Everyone threw their caps into the air without caution and you quickly left your seat to find your friends, whose names were, haplessly, alphabetically opposite yours; embracing them in a tight group hug when you finally found them.

  “WE GRADUATED!” Your best friend, Charlie, shouted into the group hug

  “Can you believe it?!” you said, disbelief coating your words

  “Not one bit,” another one of the girls, Blaire, added, making the rest of the group laugh, “but we did it guys. We’re done! No more assignments. No more midterms. No more finals, no more group projects!” Everyone laughed before eventually breaking up the hug, trying to decide what the plan was for the rest of the day

  “I have lunch with my family,” you said pointing to your Mom and brother as they waited for the crowd to disperse around them, “my grandparents are coming into town. Aunts, Uncles, the whole shebang. You have no idea how stressed my Mom is; my Dad keeps bringing her chocolate every five minutes to calm her down…” You laughed and the group shared their plans for the rest of the day. It was a lot of family meals, celebratory drinks and photography sessions -- to which you rolled your eyes and gave a sarcastic remark. 

  “You know how my parents are,” your childhood friend, Darcy, defended, “they want pictures of everything and they hated those stupid Grad portraits. They figured they’d do it themselves…”

  “I know I know, I was just kidding around” you replied before Lindsay came up to the four of you

  “There she is! Miss Valedictorian herself!” Blaire shouted, “it was a great speech, honestly”

  “Thank you Blaire” Lindsay replied

  “We’re so proud of you Linds,” you cooed, bringing her in for a hug, “so what about you? What are your plans for the rest of Convocation Day?”

  “We’re going camping…” she said, clearly not wanting to spend her weekend in a tent, “apparently my folks had it planned for months because we’re going to a place that we used to go to when I was a kid. My Dad is stressing out over me leaving to go work in Austin in January that he wants to spend as much time together as a family as we can…”

  “It could be fun…” Darcy tried

  “Trust me,” Lindsay leaned in, “I’d much rather be getting drunk with you guys tonight to celebrate, instead of being eaten alive by all the bugs…”

  “You’ll be fine,” Charlie said, “just keep the bug spray close by.” Lindsay shoved Charlie lightly before saying goodbye to the group reluctantly; your brother coming up behind you and poking you in your sides, forcing you to quickly turn around and smack him

  “JESUS BRADY!” you screamed, “how many times do I have to tell you not to do that?!” He laughed, trying to dodge your strikes, before cozying up to Blaire

  “So, Blaire, I know the perfect way to celebrate your graduation…” he tried to say the words seductively, “want me to show you?”

  “Ew, Brady…” you whined

  “I think you need someone to show you how to celebrate…” Blaire said, leaning into Brady, clearly trying to unsteady him, “I’ve got a pretty great arsenal of tricks that I could teach you…”

  “Oh yeah?” Brady’s voice cracked, causing Blaire to finally break

  “Sorry kid, you’re just a little too young for me,” she put a hand on his shoulder to let him down easy, “you guys have a great lunch, I gotta go. I can see my Dad waving me over. (Y/N), ladies, I’ll see you tonight?”

  “Text me,” you said as you gave her a hug goodbye, “we’ll figure out a plan for tonight.” The group gave a collective round of ‘I love you’s’ as Blaire turned and walked toward her family.

  “We gotta go too, (Y/N),” Brady nudged you, clearing his throat, “Mom has gone through four boxes of chocolate so far and I can only assume Dad is picking her up some more right now…”

  “Okay,” you sighed, “he’s right. I’ll see you guys later, congrats guys!” Another round of hugs were given before you let the group go and you wandered over to your Mom

  “My little graduate!” your Mom cooed, pressing a kiss to your cheek and you tried to pull away, whining at her affection. When your Dad finally showed up, the four of you left for the restaurant and waited for the rest of your family to get there. It was a pretty mellow lunch considering how many people were there but it wore you out nonetheless. Your Dad dropped you off at your apartment so you could take a quick nap before the inevitable chaos that would happen later.

  “Hey, sweets?” your Dad said before you left the car

  “Yeah Dad?”

  “I’m so proud of you,” he said and you gave him a small smile. He was easily your favourite person in the whole world but he didn’t get emotional very often, so hearing him say that he was proud of you was incredibly special, “I know I don’t say it very often but I am so incredibly proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished. And everything I know you’re going to accomplish”

  “Thank you Daddy,” you smiled, trying to hold back your tears, bringing him in for a big hug, “I love you so much. I don’t know how much of this I could’ve done without you; all of the times I was stressed out and thought I was better off dropping out than finishing my degree. You talked me off so many ledges, Dad.”

  “It’s all you, baby girl,” he smiled as he pulled back to look at you, “a few words from me here and there to help you through sure, but you’re the one with the brains. You’re the one who was determined to succeed.” A stream of tears finally left your eyes and you noticed a few fall from your Dad’s as well 

  “Alright alright, no more crying!” you said, wiping your tears away, “I have to get some sleep, I’m exhausted…”

  “I love you, (Y/N)”

  “I love you too, Daddy.” You exited his car and wandered toward your apartment building, glancing back at him and waving him goodbye before he drove away. As soon as you got into your apartment, your WIFI connected and you were flooded with texts from Charlie trying to figure out plans for tonight.

  “Have you ever heard of Sweaty Betty’s?” 

  “I heard it’s supposed to be a good place”

  “Apparently, they have a big selection of whiskey and you like whiskey”

  “Hello?!”

  “There’s always like Dance Cave”

  “Or I guess Stirling Room…”

  “But this Sweaty Betty’s is probably a great place to start and then we can head to Little Italy -- Come See Me?”

  “(Y/N)!! Answer me!”

  “If you don’t answer me soon, I’m making the decision for us…”

  “We’ve never been to the Speakeasy either. Wanna do that instead?”

  “Literally we just need a place to get drunk…”

  “(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N)!”

  “Holy Shit Char,” you finally texted back, “I just got back into my apartment. My data was off and there was no WIFI at the restaurant. You know I’m fine with whatever you pick. I do think though that the speakeasy should be saved for a night when we have like costumes or whatever lol”

  “So… Sweaty Betty’s and then Come See Me?”

  “I’m good with that? Have you texted everyone else?”

  “Blaire said she’ll share an Uber with Darcy so they’ll meet us there probably. But…”

  “But what? Who did you invite?”

  “Don’t get mad, they wanted to come and they graduated too. Nick and Sam are gonna meet us there..”

  “Ughhh! Charlie! Look whatever. Fine. As long as they don’t try to flirt with me or dance with me at any point during the night, I don’t care. They just creep me out. I can’t believe you invited them…”

  “Honestly, they overheard me planning it and they kind of invited themselves..”

  “Of course they did”

  “It’ll be fine! Don’t worry”

  “Whatever, okay. I’m gonna have a nap. Am I meeting for pre-drinks or are you coming here?”

  “Hmmm, you’re closer to the bar. So I’ll come over to yours and we’ll call an Uber from there!”

  “Alright. See you in a couple hours. Love you!”

  “Love you babe!”

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  It must not have been typical bar Tequila that you’d been drinking because four shots in and you were barely able to see straight. At some point, you remember the shots hitting you inexplicably and you told Nick and Sam you didn’t want them around.

  “This is supposed to be a celebration but you two are just making it weird,” you slurred, “face it, no one’s fucking you tonight. So why don’t you just go home...”

  “There’s no need to be a bitch, (Y/N)...” Nick said, anger in his voice, masked only by embarrassment and you tried to fix it

  “I.. I’m sorry.. I don’t kn-- I think I’m gonna be sick…” You held your hand over your mouth as you tried to maneuver through the crowd, noticing Sam storm off and Nick follow close behind him; all of a sudden you were filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt -- which was soon overpowered by the Tequila you were currently puking up. You had never been this bad before; not since your 18th birthday when your cousin, Mary, decided that she would show you the proper way to get drunk, not realizing her limits were vastly different from yours. A few glasses of water should make you feel better, so you cleaned yourself up in the mirror and gathered yourself enough to head back to Charlie and the girls. 

  “There she is” Blaire teased

  “Can I get a glass of water please?” you asked the bartender, returning a quick Thank you when he placed the glass in front of you. It was gone almost instantly so, you asked for another before your friends got annoyed 

  “You can’t just stop drinking!” Darcy complained, “none of us drove. Which means none of us are the designated driver. None of us have to be group Mom tonight. The whole point is that we’re celebrating our graduation… We’re here to get drunk; fucked up!”

  “Yes, Darce, I know,” you laughed, “but I just threw up, which means I need to add in some water.” You finished your second glass of water and then continued on with the night; laughing with your group of girlfriends, flirting with some strangers they brought into your circle and slowly added more cocktails into your repertoire.

  “So ladies, what are your plans for the rest of the night?” one of the guys asked, leaning in close to Blaire who was not having it

  “Girls night” she mocked

  “We just graduated so we’ve got a lot planned” Charlie added

  “Oh congrats on graduating!” another one of them said, “maybe we can help you celebrate.” You rolled your eyes at his comment and noticed Darcy mockingly put her finger down her throat before turning to the bartender to order a drink. 

  “Vodka tonic please” you heard her say

  “I’ll grab a double Stoli cranberry” you said as you popped beside her

  “These guys are so painfully obvious” she joked and you smiled

  “If only Charlie weren’t so painfully hard up” you teased about your BFF

  “I hope she doesn’t go home with one of them just yet, I do still want us all to celebrate together”

  “We will! Don’t worry. Down the drink and we’ll get another” you mewed, giving her a wink. A few hours later and the drinks were starting to hit the girls in different ways; you couldn’t stop giggling, Blaire was looking for food, Charlie was kissing every stranger she came in contact with and Darcy was trying to convince everyone to dance with her. None of you realized how late it was until you contemplated heading to a club to dance.

  “It’s too late for that, Darce…” Charlie whined, “we’d have to get an Uber and like.. find it…”

  “We can go to a club tomorrow night,” you tried to compromise, “we’ll sober up and we’ll head to Come See Me first and just kinda stay there…” Darcy just frowned at you and you frowned back, feeling guilty that she hadn’t gotten to dance all night like she was promised; you dragged her out to a small clearing at the side of the bar to try and dance to the music that blared through the bustling bar. While the two of you were dancing, Charlie had invited a group of guys to surround her and Blaire, Charlie’s laugh permeating the crowd before it reached you.

  “She doesn’t stop does she?” Darcy laughed

  “Here, you go see what that’s about,” you nodded in your friends’ direction, “I have to pee…” You wandered to the washroom, staring at yourself in the mirror after washing your hands and tried to sober enough to talk to these strangers. You couldn’t say it was something you cared too much about but, on the off chance Charlie fell for one of these guys, you’d be damned if they only saw you as the drunk, rowdy best friend for the rest of your life. When you made your way back to the bar where Blaire, Charlie and Darcy were surrounded by four toned guys, you scooted past everyone to order yourself a drink instead of introducing yourself to anyone. That’s when he leaned into you and your breath never left your throat.

  “Having a good night?” a tall red-head smiled in your direction and your eyes danced across his face, trying to find someway to speak, “I’m Freddie by the way.” His hand was nearly the size of your head and it took all of your composure to lift your hand up to shake his; slow and only slightly awkward. The girls around you had all paired off with a guy, even Darcy which surprised you more than you thought it would. You were brought back to Freddie, though, when he handed you the drink you ordered.

  “Oh thank you,” you said shakily, “I’m (Y/N)...”

  “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N)” He returned, smiling down at you, making your cheeks flood with heat and you dropped your eyes to the floor so he wouldn’t see. It wasn’t long, however, until his hands found their way onto your hips and your eyes darted back to his; sure to never tear them away unless absolutely necessary.

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Freddie’s P.O.V.

  You wondered where she had been your whole life. This (Y/H/C) haired girl with the brightest smile you’d ever seen and eyes that sparkled like stars. She hadn’t spoke yet, so you weren’t sure what the melody of her voice would be but you imagined it would be mesmerizing. You finally introduced yourself to her, thinking she’d do the same, holding her hand while you waited but her attention seemed to go to her friends instead. You watched as her eyes scanned the group of your friends and hers when her drink came to be in front of you. 

  “Oh thank you” she said softly and you straightened your posture, “I’m (Y/N)”

  “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).” You noticed a slight tinge of pink stain her cheeks before she dropped her eyes to the floor and you just wanted to see those beautiful eyes sparkle again; placing your hands on her hips. She looked up at you with such intent that you couldn’t bear to tear your eyes away from hers. She was the one to finally break the eye contact

  “So… what do you do, Freddie?” she asked with a shy smile, tucking some hair behind her left ear

  “I’m a goalie” you said, trying not to mention your team and gauge her reaction when you noticed her eyes grow a little wide

  “Oh no…” she giggled, “you’re not crazy are you?” You laughed at her response before shaking your head

  “I don’t think so, no”

  “Okay good, ‘cause my brother plays goalie in his little local league and he’s kinda, you know,” she joked, “he’s a little crazy. I mean you have to be just a little crazy right?”

  “I mean, sure, yeah, to have hockey players and pucks flying at you…”

  “Right!” she laughed, her smile beaming, and you couldn’t take your eyes off her but she was started to drift away from you; her shyness creeping up to her so you leaned in to talk to her

  “What about you?” you asked

  “Me? I don’t play sports. No I would fall over myself and get a concussion for sure…”

  “Is that so?”

  “Painfully.” You laughed and finished your beer, ordering another before you asked (Y/N) what she did for a living

  “I’m a student.. Well I just graduated, we all did. That’s why we’re here..” she said, before looking at her friends flirting with yours and she laughed, “I guess now I have to find a job with my degree”

  “Well I’m sure that won’t be hard. What degree?”

  “Early Childhood Education, with a double minor in Psychology and Music Studies. It was kind of a bitch to get through but I’ve always loved kids and music has a way of... as cheesy as it sounds... really helping people. So I thought why not combine everything and give the kids their best chance?”

  “Wow.. I’m surprised,” you said and noticed her face contort, forcing you to backpedal, “no no, I just mean, you have an idea where you want to go and what you want to do”

  “Sort of, not really. I just graduated today so I haven’t thought too much about it.” After a while, you realized that you hadn’t introduced (Y/N) to anyone, so you brought her over to everyone; your hand on the small of her back 

  “(Y/N), this is Auston, Willy and Connor, guys this is (Y/N)” 

  “Nice to meet you” they said together and she reciprocated the statement before her friend interrupted the conversation by pulling Willy in for a sloppy kiss

  “Oh jeez” she said before bursting into a fit of laughs

  “Why don’t we go find a place to sit down?” You said, leaning down to speak in her ear

  “You really think we’ll be able to find something?” she asked looking around the crowded bar and you took her hand to lead her through the space. Once you found a partly empty couch, you asked if she was okay sharing the space and she nodded; you sat down next to the couple that was busy making out and she sat down next to you, unintentionally tucking herself in, “oh gosh, I didn’t realize how low this was. I’m sorry..” Her face was flustered as she tried to put some space in between the two of you but you didn’t mind; damn she was cute, and it took more of your willpower not to lick your lips as your eyes danced around her face

  “It’s okay. How are you feeling?” you checked in and she looked up at you before smiling

  “I’m good,” she said with a laugh on her tongue, “I’m feeling a bit of a buzz but not too much where I feel like I’ll get sloppy”

  “Well that’s good,” You laughed before looking down at your lap, catching a glimpse of a tattoo on her inner knee and you grazed your thumb over it gently, “what’s this?” She seemed to be embarrassed about it and she pushed your hand away so she could cover it

  “We were -- I was drunk… It was a long night and an even longer story” she blushed and you told her that you didn’t mind; you had time to listen, and she sighed heavily before agreeing to tell you, “don’t judge me okay?” you nodded, allowing her to continue, “Charlie and I had just come from her ex’s Frat House, it was a big end of semester party and he broke up with her because he claimed ‘she was only good once’ and she was rightfully pissed. So, we got drunk, flirted with some horribly misogynistic Frat bros, who we’re almost positive were trying to put something in our drinks, and then peaced when Charlie realized her ex wasn’t paying her any attention. We passed by a tattoo parlour that for some reason was still open and we begged the tattoo artist to give us a tattoo. Charlie started crying when he said we were too drunk and she turned to me and gave me that look that best friend’s give. The one that says ‘do this for me because I really need it right now’ and I was too drunk to argue, so I told the guy that we just wanted to do something dumb because we hated the guys in our life, and if he gave us a tattoo…” she scrunched up her face before continuing the story 

  “What?” you asked, egging her on

  “God, it’s awful to even think back on”

  “You gotta tell me. I said I wouldn’t judge”

  “Ugh,” she groaned, “I said if he gave us a tattoo, he could put it anywhere he wanted…”

  “The tattoo right?”

  “Yes! That’s what it was supposed to be but, because I was so drunk, it came out all sexual and he jumped at the chance. He sat down and asked us what we wanted and where and I looked at him kinda confused at that point. I said ‘we’ll get matching tattoos I guess?’ and expected him to pick a spot and for Charlie to pick the tattoo; still not realizing that he didn’t take what I said how I meant him to take it and then Charlie passed out!”

  “What happened then?”

  “He yelled at me! He was all, what the fuck is this? What kind of guy do you think I am? I got super confused and said all we wanted was a tattoo and that we weren’t picky about the location. Then he seemed to get pissed and he started tattooing Charlie’s knee and told me ‘they had to match’ so I sat down on a different table while he did mine…” it was at this point that she showed you the small tattoo, “I got bitch, she got slut. I have no idea why he chose the inner knee but it’s easy enough to hide. And it’s quite the story…”

  “Holy crap, so what happened when Charlie woke up and saw the tattoo?”

  “She wasn’t happy about it. I mean who wants slut permanently on their skin? But when she saw mine, and I told her what happened, she was grateful that I didn’t just leave her. She said it would’ve been super easy to just abandon her or let her have an embarrassing tattoo on her own but the fact that I got just as embarrassing of a tattoo proved that we really were best friends…”

  “That’s actually really sweet”

  “It’s the most embarrassing moment of my life. No one else knows, not even Blaire or Darcy. They’ve never seen the tattoo’s. So, consider yourself lucky…” She laughed and you leaned in closer to kiss her but she moved away 

  “I didn’t mean..” you stammered

  “No.. I know, I’m sorry. I just… tell me something about you,” she quipped, “I don’t know anything about you. Other than you’re a goalie…”

  “Professional goalie” you clarified and she nodded with a small smile

  “Right. For any team I might know?” she asked and here was the moment you were dreading. You had never tried to hide the fact that you were The Leafs goaltender before but you’d also never been faced with a situation where someone in Toronto didn’t recognize you. Being a 6’4” red-headed goalie in the NHL often meant you got recognized wherever you went. But when you realized she didn’t know you or the guys, you didn’t want her view of you to change. The night was going so well and telling her this could go one of two ways; either she hangs all over you, changing the way she’d been acting all night, or she acts like it’s no big deal. You were really hoping for the latter… “Freddie?” Her voice rang through to you and you realized you hadn’t said anything in about a minute

  “Sorry,” you smiled awkwardly, “Toronto…”

  “What?” she said confused

  “I’m the Leafs goaltender…”

  “Oh..” she said quietly, looking at her empty glass before looking back up at you, “wow.” You weren’t sure how to respond to her almost lack of response, forcing you to lean back against the couch and sigh to yourself, “I’m sorry,” she said finally, laughing a little, “that’s probably not what you were looking for. I’ve never met a professional athlete before and I don’t really know.. the protocol? Plus, I grew up a Habs fan, so my brother would kill me if he knew I was talking and drinking with a Leaf…” You let out a sigh of relief before laughing at her words

  “There’s no protocol, just talk like we were already talking. No need to bring up work…”

  “You wanna dance?” she asked, placing her glass on the side table as you agreed, following her to a clearing just past your intertwined group of friends. There wasn’t a lot of space to dance and, in hindsight, it might have been better to find a spot on the patio to dance. But there was a group of people dancing so it’s not like it was something you shouldn’t do and the music was high energy, making you think that they wanted people to dance and have a good time. You and (Y/N) were laughing at how equally out of sync you were with the music before she eventually wrapped her arms around your shoulders to sway with you; you spun her around a few times, causing her to laugh brightly and bump into you on her return. The only trouble came when (Y/N)’s friends came over with the guys to dance near the two of you and they got really animated, mockingly singing along to the songs and grinding on each other.

  “I’m sorry about them…” (Y/N) apologized for her friends, her arms still around your shoulders and you looked down at her with a smile

  “It’s okay, they’re having fun.” You were surprised when she pulled you with her as she backed away from the group to continue you dancing. She twirled once and laughed when she lost her footing, just missing bumping into someone and you pulled her into you to catch her from falling; her eyes locking onto yours as the music seemed to beg for your lips to touch. 

  “AHHH” she let out a breathless scream as a stranger had spilled his cold drink down her back

  “Watch it bitch” he yelled at her and you tried to push past (Y/N) to challenge him but when she apologized quietly, you let it go.

  “Are you okay?” you asked

  “I’m fine, don’t worry. I’m just gonna go see if I can dry some of this with the hand dryer” she laughed, walking toward the bathroom; you stood near the door, waiting for her to come out.

  “Fred, she’ll be fine. Come wait by the bar,” Willy called to you, “want a drink?” You hesitantly went to the bar to join the group, ordering a beer when you got there. It wasn’t long before you noticed the guy who spilled his drink on (Y/N) whispering with his friends and you couldn’t help but think that they were planning something. When Auston noticed you staring, he followed your line of sight

  “Freddie…” he yelled to you, “what’s up?” you didn’t answer, instead kept your gaze locked on them when you heard the door open and noticed (Y/N) come out; stepping in front of her before another drink could be spilled on her.

  “Freddie…” you heard (Y/N) whisper from behind you

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  “Well that’s not the wet t-shirt we wanted to see…” the group of drunk guys laughed and you noticed Freddie’s jaw clench; you grabbed his arm to stop him from starting a fight but it really didn’t do much since your touch was so light

  “You think you’re funny?” he yelled, closing the gap between the two of them

  “Actually, yeah, I think I’m hilarious” the guy countered 

  “Why don’t we see how funny it is when it happens to you.” It was meant to be threatening but it didn’t really have the effect that Freddie wanted and you could see him getting frustrated when the guys laughed him off

  “What are you gonna do about it, Ed Sheeran?” 

  “That the best you got?”

  “I hear Gingers have no souls. That true?”

  “Sounds like you wanna find out.”

  “Come at me bro”

  “Freddie it’s not worth it, okay, they’re drunk. Just leave it…” you tried

  “Now that I’m looking at her, I’m not sure I really would’ve wanted to see her tits” one of the guys laughed, another one chiming in right after 

  “Me either, guess we dodged a bullet…” The group of guys were met by a fit of laughter from each other and Freddie smiled sarcastically at them before looking at you to gauge your reaction. You weren’t sure what he took from the look on your face but you hoped that you were portraying a look that said ‘please don’t’ 

  “You’re a real group of bros aren’t ya?” he said sternly and the guys seem to stick up their chins, “I bet you make all the girls swoon, you know, when you try?” You weren’t entirely sure where this was headed, and you could tell his friends didn’t either, so you kept your hand on his arm, “I bet most of you are single, huh?”

  “By choice” the group grunted and Freddie laughed 

  “Not by your choice though, right?” he mocked, “see, when you don’t respect women, women don’t respect you… And you, my friends, need to learn some respect”

  “What do you expect us to do, Grandpa? Apologize,” one of the guys laughed, “I’m sorry your chick is such a bitch and a cow but she should really make space--” His speech was cut short by Freddie punching him square in the eye and you let out a gasp and tried to stop him from going too far 

  “Freddie STOP!” you yelled but the guy hit back, connecting with Freddie’s face, and it took all of your strength to drag Freddie away before security kicked you all out

  “BACK OFF, YOU FUCKING GIANT!” the one yelled

  “Tough guy can’t take a fucking hit huh? What’s wrong, bro?” Freddie taunted. You were beginning to panic when Blaire motioned to the door, signalling she had called an Uber

  “Freddie, please, let’s just go. Please…” you begged, still pulling on his arm. He looked back at you and realized what he must look like to you. He followed you out of the bar to the line of cars lined along the sidewalk and you tried to find the Uber that was waiting for Blaire.

  “It’s this one love,” Blaire called out to you and Freddie, talking to the driver while the two of you made your way to the car. Blaire confirmed your address with the driver and gave you a hug goodbye as you got into the car with Freddie. It was quiet for a bit, so much so that your driver turned on the music to lessen the awkward silences; forcing you to look at Freddie with a smile. You noticed his fists were still clenched and his eye was cut.

  “Here, let me take a look at you,” you said softly, shifting your body to face him, pulling his face closer to yours gently, “does it hurt?”

  “No,” his voice was harsh and you thought that maybe he didn’t want to be touched, so you eased back, “I’m sorry you had to see me like that. I just hated the way they were talking about you…”

  “They’re just dumb boys who had way too much to drink…” 

  “But they shouldn’t have talked like that. It’s not okay…” He grabbed your hand, turning his body to you, “are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. Thank you,” you smiled, almost to yourself, “for defending me. It’s funny, you know, me and Darcy talked about this a couple days ago…”

  “Talked about what?”

  “She asked me what I would do if two guys ever fought over me…” you giggled, looking back at Freddie, “yeah this isn’t the exact thing she was thinking of, but it’s pretty close…”

  “And you told her…?”

  “I said I didn’t think I’d be into it. It’s too much ‘peacocking’ for me,” you admitted but when you saw Freddie’s face fall, you tried to explain, “I didn’t think it would be fighting over me to defend me, if that makes sense? I thought if two guys were fighting over me, it would be something… else… I’m not really sure what. But I don’t know, I liked that you stuck up for me. You didn’t have to, especially if it meant getting into a fist fight, but I appreciate it…”

  “I couldn’t just let it happen without at least trying to make it right…” he whispered, “I guess I should’ve known it wouldn’t end well”

  “Eh, what’s one small cut?” you smiled, examining the mark on his eyebrow, noticing the skin around it begin to purple. It wasn’t long after that you were dropped off at your apartment building

  “Can I just order an Uber and you’ll accept my ride? Does that work?” Freddie asked the driver

  “Hold on, wait,” you said abruptly, “what are you doing?”

  “Getting a ride home?”

  “You’re not coming to say goodnight?” you pouted and watched as Freddie exited the car slowly; the Uber driving off without hesitation, knowing Freddie wasn’t in need of his services; a small smile dancing on your lips. You took Freddie’s hand and led him to the door of your building, laughing when you stumbled occasionally on seemingly nothing, trying not to disturb your neighbours but fearing that you were most likely failing. 

  “How much farther?” Freddie chuckled from behind you, placing his large hands on either side of your waist to steady you, “should I be carrying you?”

  “No no, it’s just a little further..” you said, “unless you want to carry me?” The smile that arose on your face was mirrored quickly on Freddie’s and he jokingly leaned down to pick you up, forcing a loud squeal to escape you and you quickly covered your mouth in embarrassment. When you finally got to your apartment, you turned your key slowly, unsure of how the night would proceed, and gestured for Freddie to come inside once you were in. You noticed him wander around your apartment, looking at the pictures on the walls and the many decorative throw pillows strewn over your couches and chairs, before finally taking a seat

  “So, I take it you like pillows?” he joked, making you smile from the kitchen where you stood filling two glasses of water 

  “I get it from my Mom I think…” you admitted, “she always put out two or three Christmas pillows on every couch in the house during the holidays and then she started finding really punny ones for Halloween, so the whole house was practically bursting in pillows by the time I turned 10. She gave me a couple but I ended up getting some for my dorm anyway, before I moved in here two years ago. When I unpacked I noticed that I had more pillows than couch space.” You laughed uncomfortably as you sat next to Freddie, angling your body until your knees just barely brushed his and waited for him to speak

  “I like them. It makes the space feel… homey. Cozy.” He smiled to which you responded brightly, claiming that’s exactly what you were going for. The two of you burned through a few topics rather quickly, laughing here and there when he told you about an ex girlfriend in Denmark and you told him how much your brother used to torment you, regardless of you being the older sibling. You sobered up after the numerous glasses of water you’d had but you didn’t want the night to end or, rather, Freddie to leave. Carefully, you moved closer to him as to not startle the situation but you also didn’t want to push your luck; thinking maybe you’d embarrassed yourself so much tonight that any sudden actions may cause Freddie to think lowly of you. To your surprise, he moved his arm to the back of your couch, allowing you to move even closer to him and your heart began to race; having gone all night without having his lips grasp yours shocked you and, you thought to yourself, it was about time to right that wrong.

  You wanted to push forward into him but, for some unknown reason, your head told you to stop, as if to say, “be a lady, (Y/N), don’t be desperate…” It seemed to discourage your thoughts on allowing the night to proceed the way you expected it to. Freddie, it seemed, did not approve of this as he wanted the kiss and the expectation of the night as much as you did; however, he seemed to gauge your uncertainty and moved slowly towards your lips, pushing you closer to him by pressing his hand on your back, between your shoulder blades; his breath was warm as it brushed across your skin and through your hair, suddenly his hands were on your hips and yours had snaked up to linger on his neck. You couldn’t control your breathing anymore and the heat in your face must clearly be showing now, this waiting was becoming painful and, unintentionally, you moaned Freddie’s name, leading him to finally brush his lips against yours lightly; his tongue eventually finding yours and dancing with it slowly.

  It wasn’t long before the kissing became harsh and much more sloppy, encouraging you to straddle Freddie; your hands lingering on his chest while you returned to capture his lips and continue dancing your tongue alongside his. When Freddie’s large hands gripped your hips tightly, likely leaving bruises on your delicate skin, your hands snapped to the back of his head to pull at his loose ginger curls. His lips travelled from your lips to your collarbone and hesitant moans escaped your throat as your nails dug into Freddie’s shoulders, marking his skin with small crescent moons underneath his shirt; moving him to lift you up and carry you through your apartment until he found an open door, not caring whether there was a bed in it or not. He’d just as soon place you gently on the floor or up against the wall if there was no mattress.

  “Mmm” you hummed before directing him into the right room where he climbed onto your bed with you still wrapped tightly around his body until you felt the fabric of your duvet underneath you. Quickly, your hands found the hem of Freddie’s t-shirt, passing the soft fabric between your fingers for a few seconds before pushing it up, forcing Freddie to lift his arms to allow the shirt to move above his head and, subsequently, onto the floor.

  “Do you have a condom?” He breathed into your ear as he continued kissing your neck and you honestly couldn’t remember. The last time you had sex was in January, just before winter break had ended and you were forced to return to classes.

  “Uhmm…” you hummed nervously, tracing circles on his chest before he caught your eye and asked if something was wrong, to which you assured him everything was fine but, “we’ll have to search the apartment.. but that might ruin the mood..” Freddie pursed his lips and studied your eyes silently 

  “What are you thinking?” he asked you and you just smiled before pressing your lips back onto his

  “Just that I like the way your lips taste,” you kissed him once more, “and the way they feel across my skin. And I wonder how the rest of you would feel against the rest of me…”

[bamby0304]

Her Saviours- Ch.15

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

A/N: Thank you @dean-winchesters-bacon & @sculptorofbeginnings for looking this over for me :):)xx

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Bugs. Angst. Sibling rivalry??

Bamby

You were walking down the hall when you came to a stop, spotting Sam standing by the bathroom door that was open a crack. Dean’s head was poking out, wrapped in a towel.

“This shower is awesome.” Dean grinned.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Come on.”

As Dean closed the door again, Sam turned and spotted you. He lifted his nose in the air and sniffed before his lips twitched into a frown. You stood frozen, eyes wide, as he strode towards you.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he spun you around and pressed your against the wall as he dragged his nose along the column of your throat.

“You smell like Dean.” He dragged his lips against your skin. “Supposed to be my girlfriend. Gotta keep up appearances,” he breathed, the tone of his voice suggesting he was trying to be convincing.

Only you weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you, or convince himself.

Reaching for his jacket, you fisted the material and moaned as his tongue licked at your neck. “Sam.... you’re scenting me.”

“I know.” Pressing in closer, he continued to rub against your neck as his scent grew thicker, surrounding you. “Fuck… Y/N… take your jacket off.”

“What?”

“Do it. Take your jacket off.”

With him still pressed against you, it was hard to do but you somehow managed to get your jacket off. Once it was in your hands, Sam snatched it from your grasp and tossed it down the hall, keeping his face buried against your neck.

Staying close, he tugged his own jacket off. He pulled you away from the wall then, before draping it over your shoulders.

“Wear it.”

“You’ll get cold.”

He chuckled against your neck. “I have other jackets, Y/N.” His nose nuzzled against you. “Just need you to smell like me.”

The feel of his tongue peaking out once more, licking at your pulse point, made you jump and moan. Part of you wanted to pull him closer and tear his clothes apart. Another part of you, though, wanted to push him away.

You never got the chance to do anything before he stepped back and turned to walk down the hall. Pressed against the wall, you watched as he picked your shirt up on the way. Right before he disappeared around the corner, you swore you saw him lift the fabric to his face.

Sitting in the back of Baby, you subconsciously turned your head to sniff your collar. Well… Sam’s collar. You were still wearing his jacket which was far too big on you, but that only made it more comfortable.

Dean rolled to a stop outside of a house where a body was being rolled on a stretcher to the coroner’s car.

“You comin’ with, or…” Dean stopped as the brothers looked to you.

Nose pulling away from Sam’s jacket quickly, you put on a tight smile. “Huh?”

Sam was grinning widely, while Dean clenched his jaw before repeating himself, “You comin’ with us or are you staying in the car?”

“I’ll… I’ll come,” you stumbled.

Eyes snapping up to meet yours, Sam held your gaze. Your heart began to race as your breath caught in your throat. The intensity of that look…

“Okay then. Let’s go,” Dean grunted as he got out of the car.

Both you and Sam followed suit and started to walk around to meet Dean on the footpath. Pulling the umbrella open to shield himself from the rain, Sam then reached out and pulled you closer, making sure you were undercover as well.

“Don’t want you getting a cold,” he explained, but the tug of his lips that threatened a grin said something else.

Rolling his eyes at the two of you, Dean walked ahead and started towards Larry.

Hanging up his phone, Larry looked a little surprised to see us. “Hello. You're, uh, back early.” You were pretty sure you could sense a hint of nervousness in his tone, like he was worried the scene might make you all change your minds about buying a place.

If only he knew…

“Yeah, we just drove in,” Dean shrugged, “wanted to take another look at the neighborhood.”

“What's goin' on?” Sam asked.

“You guys met, uh... Lynda Bloome at the barbeque?”

Sam nodded. “The realtor.”

The Omega who was spraying the place like a cat.

“Well, she, uh... passed away last night.”

Shit. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Sure, the woman had gotten on your nerves, but you never wanted anything to happen to her.

Dean shook his head in shock. “What happened?”

“I'm still tryin' to find out. Identified the body for the police,” Larry explained before his eyes was caught by one of the officers. “Look, I-I'm sorry, this isn't a good time now.

“It's okay,” Sam assured him understandingly.

“Excuse me.” With an apologetic smile, Larry walked off.

As soon as he was gone, Dean turned to you and Sam. “You know what we have to do, right?”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “Get in that house.”

“See if we got a bug problem.”

“I might just go wait in the-”

“You’ll be fine,” Dean promised, cutting you off. “Unless you want to wait, alone, in the bug infested town.”

“Actually, I think I might be safer with you guys.”

You had to wait for the cops to leave before you could climb the fence into Lynda’s backyard. Dean jumped over first before Sam helped you up. On the other side, Dean was there, helping you back onto your feet. He didn’t pass the opportunity to pull you close.

The smell of his scent was a little stronger than usual…

“Dean… what are you doing?”

“You smell like Sam,” he stated, eyes roaming your lips, neck and cleavage.

Sam’s feet landed on the ground heavily. Sighing, he stood up straight and froze. “Dean.”

“What?” Dean snapped, keeping his eyes on your lips. “No one is around, Sam. Don’t need to keep up appearances now.”

Grunting, Sam stepped up behind you. “She’s supposed to smell like me.”

“And she does, that’s my problem.”

The air was getting thicker as their scents grew stronger and stronger. They were smothering you, surrounding you. It was too much...

Whimpering, you had to grip onto Dean’s jacket to keep yourself from falling as your knees gave out. “Fuck. Stop. Please.” Your eyes rolled back.

“Y/N.” They both moved to grab you, to help you, but their touch was too much.

Pushing on Dean’s chest, you stumbled away from them and landed flat on your ass. Hissing in pain, you rubbed at your tailbone, prompting them both to reach out for you again.

“Don’t!” You lifted your hands to stop them. “Don’t touch me right now.”

“Y/N…” Sam turned on the puppy eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” you scoffed. “Shouldn’t I be asking that question? Dean, you fuck everything and anything with tits, and now you’re getting jealous because of Sam and me? And Sam, you don’t even like me, you’ve ignored me for months, why are you acting all Alpha now?” Grunting, you pulled yourself up to your feet and dusted your hands onto your jeans. “I don’t need this shit. I’m dealing with enough,” you huffed. “So can we please finish this case and move on, without another pissing contest from the two of you?”

Turning on your heels, you stormed over to one of the windows and slid it open before creeping into the house.

Dean was right behind you, followed by Sam who closed the window once he was inside. The three of you looked around instantly spotting the taped outline of where the body had been, before peeking into the bathroom where broken glass lay scattered on the floor.

“This looks like the place.”

Walking into the bathroom, Dean crouched down and lifted the towel from the floor, only to drop it. The thing was covered in dead spiders.

“Urgh!” Shuddering, you turned your back. “I hate this case!”

“You think they’re from Spider Boy?”

“Matt,” Sam corrected, a little harshly. “Maybe.”

…

The school bus came to a stop in front of Baby before Matt stepped off. Instead of heading into the development and home, though, he ducked into the nearby woods.

“Isn't his house that way?” Dean noted, pointing in the opposite direction from where Matt had disappeared.

Sam gave a short nod. “Yep.”

“So where's he goin'?”

“Can we not find out and just stay in the car?” you asked, causing both of them to turn to you. “Woods equals bugs.”

“That’s the case, Y/N,” Dean reminded you.

“Yeah, I know, and it’s the problem.”

He frowned, confused. “For years you’ve dealt with our bloody wounds and freaky monsters, but bugs are the things that push you too far?”

“Eight. Legged. Freaks. Need I say more?”

Chuckling, Sam reached for his door. “You’ll be fine. Come on.”

Begrudgingly, you followed the brothers and got out of the car before crossing the road and ducking into the woods.

“Hey, Matt. Remember me?”

Matt turned around at the sound of Sam’s voice, holding his hand up in front of him. You shuddered at the sight of the stick bug on his hand.

“What are you doin' out here?”

“Well, we wanna talk to you,” Dean started.

“You're not here to buy a house, are you?” Matt asked, earning a shake of the head from Dean. “W-wait. You're not serial killers?”

The three of you laughed.

“No, no. No, I think you're safe,” Sam assured him.

“So, Matt... you sure know a lot about insects.” Dean was not being subtle or hiding the accusation in his words.

“So?”

“Did you hear what happened to Lynda, the realtor?”

“I hear she died this morning.”

“Mm, that's right. Spider bites.”

“Matt... you tried to scare Y/N with a spider,” Sam added, trying to connect the dots for the kid.

The shock on Matt’s face was instant. “Wait. You think I had something to do with that?”

Dean shrugged. “You tell us.”

“That tarantula was a joke. And I apologised.” Matt glanced at you then. “Anyway, that wouldn't explain the bee attack or the gas company guy.”

“You know about those?” Sam was as surprised as you were.

“There is somethin' going on here. I don't know what... but something's happening with the insects. Let me show you something.”

Taking the lead, he started to move further into the woods. Both Sam and Dean weren’t too far behind him, but you paused. The idea made you shudder.

“Come on, Y/N,” Dean called over his shoulder, knowing you were lagging. “Unless you want to be stuck out here by yourself.”

You needed no more encouragement before you hurried on after them.

“So, if you knew about all this bug stuff, why not tell your dad?” Sam asked, a step behind Matt. “Maybe he could clear everybody out.”

“Believe me, I've tried. But, uh, Larry doesn't listen to me,” Matt explained.

“Why not?”

“Mostly? He's too disappointed in his freak son.”

Sam scoffed, “I hear you.”

“You do?” Dean really had no clue.

You remembered what it was like, before Sam went away. You remembered the way John had treated his sons like soldiers more often than not. You remembered how Sam fought him all the way, every day. You remembered how ugly it got when the two of them went head to head.

Thing is, you also understood them both.

John had lost the love of his life and had to raise his two sons in a world of monsters. He knew the truth, and he wasn’t going to sit by and let it destroy him. He was a man on a mission, someone that had to have a purpose. He sacrificed everything for his family, raising them in his own version of ‘right’.

Sam, though, didn’t see the point. He didn’t understand. He was sheltered at first, kept away from the violence, so he had a taste of normal. He got addicted to normal and he craved it for the rest of his life. Being held back, but trained to do the things John wouldn’t let him do… he felt like his time was being wasted, like he could do something better with his life.

They were both strong minded, stubborn and dedicated people, who just didn’t see the world in the same light.

Maybe Dean didn’t see all of that because he was always too busy following the path his father set out. He didn’t know any better, though, so you couldn’t blame him.

“Matt, how old are you?” Sam asked, not responding to Dean.

“Sixteen.”

“Well, don't sweat it, because in two years, something great's gonna happen.”

“What?”

“College,” Sam answered simply. “You'll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad.”

“What kind of advice is that? Kid should stick with his family,” Dean argued.

Stopping in his tracks, Sam turned to glare at his brother.

Before either of them could say anything, you stepped between them, looking at the confused and slightly concerned kid.

“How much further?”

“We're close.”

Reaching a clearing, you came to a stop on the edge and listened. All around you, you could hear bugs. Hundreds of them.

That can’t be good.

“I've been keeping track of insect populations. It's, um, part of an AP science class,” Matt explained.

Dean glanced at Sam. “You two are like peas in a pod.”

Ignoring him, Sam asked Matt, “What's been happening?”

“A lot. I mean, from bees to earthworms, beetles... you name it. It's like they're congregating here.”

“Why?”

Matt shrugged at Dean’s question. “I don't know.”

“What's that?” Sam gestured to a dark patch of grass in the middle of the clearing.

Even though it was the last thing you wanted to do, the four of you moved closer to the darker grass. Dean took the lead, reaching out to toe at the dirt, cause it to cave in a little, creating a hole.

Crouching down, Dean grabbed a stick and poked it into the hole. “There's somethin' down there.” Putting the stick down, he reached his hand into the hole. “Come on. Come on.”

You grabbed Sam’s arm reflexively, worriedly, watching as Dean dug around. All you could imagine was him pulling out an arm covered in creepy crawlies.

Instead… he pulled out a human skull.

“Thank God.” You let out a breath. Matt turned to you, horrified. You shrugged. “Dead things I’m good with. Bugs… not so much.”

Dean pulled up outside of the local college, right outside of the Anthropology department. The three of you climbed out of the car, you with the box of bones in your arms. Sam was quick to swoop in, though

Shrugging his jacket off, he draped it over the box and took it from you.

“Thanks.” You smiled up at him.

He shrugged, smiling back. “No problem.”

Just that boyish look and gentlemanly behaviour, and you were ready to swoon.

“Come on.” He nodded for you to follow before walking around the car to where Dean was waiting. “So, a bunch of skeletons in an unmarked grave.”

“Yeah. Maybe this is a haunting. Pissed off spirits?” Dean suggested as you all started towards the building. “Some unfinished business?”

“Yeah, maybe. Question is, why bugs? And why now?”

“That's two questions,” Dean noted.

“Because ghosts are assholes, and bugs are creepy,” you answered for Sam, though you knew that wasn’t the real reason.

Sam didn’t respond to either of you.

As the silence stretched on for a few more minutes, Dean took the chance to change the subject. “Yeah, so with that kid back there... why'd you tell him to just ditch his family like that?”

“Just, uh... I know what the kid's goin' through,” Sam answered.

“How 'bout tellin' him to respect his old man, how's that for advice?”

Oh shit...

“Dean, come on.” Sam stopped walking and turned to him. “This isn't about his old man. You think I didn't respect Dad. That's what this is about.”

“Just forget it, all right? Sorry I brought it up.” Dean tried to keep walking, but Sam stopped him.

“I respected him. But no matter what I did, it was never good enough.”

“So what are you sayin'? That Dad was disappointed in you?”

“Was?” Sam scoffed. “Is. Always has been.”

Dean looked at him with bewilderment. “Why would you think that?”

“Because I didn't wanna bowhunt or hustle pool. Because I wanted to go to school and live my life, which, to our whacked-out family, made me the freak.”

“Yeah, you were kind of like the blonde chick in The Munsters,” Dean muttered.

“Dean, you know what most dads are when their kids score a full ride? Proud. Most dads don't toss their kids out of the house.”

Nodding, Dean stood a little straighter as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I remember that fight. In fact, I seem to recall a few choice phrases comin' out of your mouth.”

You flinched, also recalling that night. The night Sam had left...

Sam shook his head. “You know, truth is, when we finally do find Dad... I don't know if he's even gonna wanna see me.”

“Sam, Dad was never disappointed in you. Never,” Dean assured him. “He was scared.”

“What are you talkin' about?”

“He was afraid of what could've happened to you if he wasn't around. But even when you two weren't talkin'... he used to swing by Stanford whenever he could,” Dean told him, causing Sam’s smirk to fade. “Keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded.

“Why didn't you tell me any of that?” Sam asked, looking to both of you.

“Well, it's a two-way street, dude. You could've picked up the phone.” Dean shrugged.

Truth be told… you hadn’t known John was checking up on Sam. Made you wonder why no one had said anything to you, either.

“Come on,” Dean gestured over his shoulder at the building. “We're gonna be late for our appointment,” he mumbled before turning and walking away.

Bamby

[criminalhotch]

Frenemies and Fairy Tales~ A Grayson Dolan Imagine

A/N: This is Part 5 to An Old Flame. This a little bit before Ethan’s wedding and then his wedding but there’s a bit of drama just to make it spicy. Honestly, this is more Ethan than Grayson but it’s part of the series because I feel bad that those in Ethan’s lane are left to dry so it’s got a lot of Ethan and part of it is in his POV. I have some of Part 6 so hopefully, that is up later this week!

An Old Flame

Little Black Dress

My Home is You

Feelings and Emotions

Warnings: swearing, fluff (like major Ethan feels), drama

Word Count:4630

(Early July~July 4th)

Tomorrow is July 4th and tonight is Brooke’s bachelorette party. Tomorrow we have Grayson’s family 4th Celebration. Which my parents are coming to, so they decided not to have one. We decided because Brooke was marrying Ethan of all people she deserved to have penis-themed bachelorette party. I was not in her bridal party, but we had grown very close in the time I had been with Gray. I mean we are going to be in-laws one day, right? Her maid of honor was her sister, Aspen. Then she had two friends she had known for years, Rebecca and Sarah. Lastly is Cameron, the twins’ older sister. It was those four and me helping decorate for the party while Gray watched the kids. I got text updates every now and again. Cameron and Aspen were making the food while her friends and I oversaw decorating. I had gone to the bathroom and on my way back I heard them talking, specifically about Brooke. “I don’t know how Brooke managed to get Ethan” Sarah said. “I know that he is so out of her league. He could do so much better and I bet his dick is huge” Rebecca snickered. I sat for a second and continued to listen. I knew eavesdropping wasn’t right, but neither was shit talking about your “friend” who is getting married soon. “I know, he could have either of us and we’d be so much better and make him so much happier” Sarah admitted. I grabbed my phone and began recording. “Honestly he is probably only with her because her dad is so rich, that’s why I have been friends with her so long” Rebecca sneered. “I know, me too. They always get us stuff especially after she put us in her wedding. I will do anything to keep getting bomb ass gifts from her parents” Sarah added. I knew I didn’t have long until they would think I was taking too long. “I wonder how loyal Ethan really is? I mean for as hot as he is he can get whoever he wants, and he settled for Brooke. I bet he would take a nice upgrade on the side” Rebecca questioned. “I don’t know, maybe we should try at the wedding, that way we’re drunk, and we can play it off” Sarah coerced. “I don’t know but I mean we could and if he says no maybe we can get his twin brother too, what was his name? Garret? Gideon?” Rebecca suggested. “It’s Grayson, and he is dating Y/N” Sarah told her. My blood began to boil, no one I mean no one came between Gray and me. “He is too hot for her as well but that is beside the point” Rebecca started laughing and Sarah joined her. I quickly shut off the recording and walked in. “Sorry I took so long, Bentley wanted to talk to me for a minute” I told them, lying through my teeth. “Oh no, problem. Being a mom must be so hard sometimes” Sarah consoled. Oh, this bitch. “Yeah, it can be sometimes but it’s worth it” I explained. The rest of the night went on without a hitch. I knew that even though it was going to mess a lot of shit up that I had to tell Brooke. I wasn’t sure how or when I would tell her, but it needed to be sooner rather than later.

I drove home the next morning and contemplated if I should tell Brooke that night at the party at Gray and E’s parents, but I didn’t want to ruin her night with everyone, so I decided to wait. The girls had cute 4th of July dresses and Bentley had a nice red, white, and blue outfit. Gray and Ethan helped their dad grill. Brooke, Cameron, and I helped Lisa with the inside food while my parents watched the kids play on the swing set outside. I loved family and I couldn’t wait for the day that Gray’s family was officially mine too. Gray looked so hot standing over the grill in a “suns out guns out” tank top that exposed his bulging biceps so well. Ethan who was slightly paler and not as muscular looked good too, but I was more focused on Grayson, obviously. Lisa disrupted my thoughts “Quit gawking over my son and cut up these onions”. I felt my face turn beet red. “Sorry” I giggled. “It’s ok, I get it. I still catch myself staring at Sean like I haven’t known him for over 20 years. It’s called love” she admitted. “I know I catch myself staring at Ethan all of the time. We have been together for three years now and get married next month but I still catch myself mesmerized by him. You guys did an incredible job raising your boys” Brooke said. “Dude what about me?” Cameron defended. “You were implied, duh” Brooke added then we all started laughing.

After we ate there were a lot of backyard games to play. We spent the next hour or so doing that waiting for the sun to go down so we could set off the fireworks. Bentley fell asleep at like 8:30 so way before the fireworks but I decided I would try to wake him closer to time. Gray came up to me, “Hey, have you seen mom or dad?” he asked. “No, why?” I replied. “The girls are getting eaten up by these bugs. I wanted to see if my parents had any spray” he explained. “My mom used some earlier. It’s on the table over there” I pointed towards the patio table. “Awesome, you’re the best,” he said pressing a kiss to my cheek. I have known him for years and he still manages to make my heart flutter and give me butterflies in my tummy. It started getting dark, so I found Bentley asleep on Grayson’s old bed. “B, it’s almost time for fireworks then we will go home. Do you want to watch them?” I asked. He groaned then his eyes fluttered open. “Do I get a sparkwer?” he asked. “Yes, you can have a sparkler if you have an adult help you” I chuckled at his innocence and he hopped out of the bed. He walked about a foot ahead of me the whole way outside. That kid loved his sparklers. He quickly found Grayson with both girls, both had unlit sparklers in their hands. “Wait!” Bentley yelled, and Grayson looked in our direction. “Do you want one?” Gray asked him, and he nodded. “Is mommy ok with that?” he asked then looking at me. “Yes, just make sure he is careful,” I said. The kids had a blast playing with their sparklers. “I am about to set off these fireworks!” Sean yelled. It had gotten dark quickly and it was time. The kids were all sat at our feet as Grayson wrapped his arms around my waist and rest his chin on the top of my head. We all watched in awe as the multicolored bombs of sulfur erupted in the air. “I love you,” Grayson said in my ear in between fireworks. I couldn’t help but smile. “I love you too Gray,” I said tilting my head back and kissing his jaw. Soon enough the fireworks came to an end and it was time to go home. We were gathering up the kids as my mom and dad came up to me. “Alright sweetie, it is time for your dad and me to head out,” she said as they both hugged me. “Grayson and I aren’t that far behind you; the kids are all tired and grumpy,” I said. “Ok, then we will see you guys later,” they said as they headed to their car. “Night mom, night dad,” I said. “Night Y/N,” they said as they shut the door. Gray and I headed home shortly after with three sleepy kids.

All the kids were changed into heir jammies and fast asleep in their beds. Gray walked into the room his hair disheveled and his eyes droopy. “You look tired babe” I commented. “I am,” he said crawling into bed. “Gray?” I asked. “Yes beautiful?” he asked looking up at me. “So, the other night at Brooke’s bachelorette party I heard her friends talking shit about her,” I told him. “Really?” he asked. “Yes, and I don’t know how to tell Brooke” I admitted. “Should you tell her?” he asked. “Of course, Grayson! Why wouldn’t I? I wouldn’t want two backstabbers standing next to me at my wedding” I said defensively. “What did they say?” he asked. “Just listen,” I told him as I grabbed my phone and played the recording. “Ok first off those girls are-excuse my language-but they are bitches,” he said right as he finished listening to the recording. “Yes, honey I know,” I told him. “I’ll call E in the morning,” he told me. “Ok, she is going to be so upset, and her wedding is in like a month,” I said. “Yes, but she is going to appreciate you telling her instead of hiding it,” he said. “That’s true” I admitted. “You know I would never in a million years want to be with anyone else, especially them, right?” he asked me. “I know, Gray. Me either but just hearing them say that they had a chance to get with my man made my blood boil” I told him. “You’re so hot when you’re mad” he teased. “She just doesn’t deserve that shit, Grayson,” I said. “I know, baby. I know. She is so good for E and I am so glad he found someone to even out his crazy but also match it. They are so good for each other. I am sure she has other people to fill their spots in the wedding” he said. “I hope so,” I told him as he pulled me into him. Tomorrow was going to freaking suck.

 I woke up the next morning to Grayson on the phone with Ethan. “Hey what are you doing today?” I heard the younger twin ask the older one. “Alright cool, you want to come over later?” he asked, and I am assuming Ethan agreed. “Are they both coming?” I asked.  “Eventually but Brooke has to go to her parents for some wedding stuff,” Gray told me. “Alright sounds good,” I told him. “You want me to make you breakfast, Gray?” “I rather have you, but we don’t have time for all that” he smirked. “Grayson” I scolded. “What I can’t help that you’re so sexy” he shrugged. “Eggs, bacon, and toast then?” I asked, and he nodded while laughing. “Is E eating too?” I wondered. “I don’t know but I’d make him some” Grayson answered. Right as I finished plating the kids’ food Ethan walked in. “Y/N,” he said. “Ethan” I returned. “Where’s Gray?” he asked. “Getting the kids for breakfast” I explained. “Cool, did you make some for me by chance? I mean if there’s not enough it’s all good” he said putting his hands in the air. “I made sure there was enough for you, E,” I told him. “Ah damn, Y/N you’re the best!” he said hugging me. “Help yourself the kid’s plates are made,” I told him gesturing to the fresh food. “Alright thanks,” he said digging in. The kids strutted in soon after followed by Grayson. “Hey, bro” Gray said to Ethan. “Sup Gray,” he said in return. “I see you came hungry” Gray chuckled. “Duh, Y/N has always been a great cook!” he said. “Thanks,” I said giving the kids their plates. We all finished breakfast and Grayson did the dishes following. I gave him the last few dishes. “Do you want me to talk to Ethan?” he asked. “Can we do it together?” I asked. “Of course,” he said kissing my head. “Uncle Ethan!” Addy said excitedly. “Yes?” he smiled. He was so good with the kids, all of them. “I am so excited to wear my dress for your wedding!” she said. “I’m excited to see you and your sister in your pretty dresses. You guys are going to look gorgeous” he complimented, and the girls giggled. “I bet your dad cries,” he told the girls. “Daddy, are you going to cry at Uncle Ethan’s wedding?” Lia asked. “I don’t know, girls. I hope not” Gray chuckled. The kids started watching cartoons so Gray and I pulled Ethan aside. “What’s going on?” he asked. “So, when we were setting up for Brooke’s bachelorette party I heard Sarah and Rebecca talking about you and Brooke” I started. “Was it bad?” he asked. “Yeah, it was. They were like how did Brooke get someone as hot as Ethan and that you could get anyone but you settled for her. They said you were out of her league and they started talking about your dick size. They also said that either of them would make you so much happier then I started recording it, just listen” I told him handing the phone to him. He finished the recording and looked at me. “Wow, just wow,” he said to me. “Thanks for telling me. Brooke is going to be so hurt” E said. “I know that’s why I wanted you to know first,” I said. “I hope she knows that I’d never want either of them especially now. I hope she knows how much I love her and that I can’t wait to make her my wife” he sulked. “She knows, E. We’ve talked about it and she can’t wait to be your wife, but it may be a good idea to, I don’t know maybe do something nice for her in the near future. She’ going to be rather upset” I said. “Good idea” he smiled. “You should go get stuff to make her night better” Gray suggested. “Like what?” Ethan asked. “I don’t know like some ice cream, cookies, movies, whatever comforting things she likes and we can have a fun night in with the kids,” Gray told him. “Alright, I’ll be right back,” he said heading out the door. He was going to be such a good husband to her.

 He returned half an hour later with a bouquet of flowers, chocolates, popcorn, ice cream, three comedy movies, a box of discount 4th of July cookies, and a dozen cupcakes. “Ethan, did you rob the store?” I asked him while chuckling. “I wanted to make sure I got what she wanted but that it was enough for everyone” he explained. “That was a nice thought,” I said. “She just got here,” he said. She walked in soon enough. We had hidden everything, so she wasn’t questioning it. “Hey, can we talk?” I asked her, and she followed me to Grayson’s room. “So, the other day before your party, Rebecca and Sarah started talking about your relationship with Ethan” I started, and she interrupted me. “What did they say?” she asked. I explained it to her then had her listen to the recording. She started crying and I hugged her. “I can’t believe I asked them to be in my wedding?” she sobbed. “You picked the wrong people to stand beside you not the wrong person to marry, remember that” I reminded her. “They’re right, Ethan is out of my league” she sniffled. “Brooke, sweetie. He loves you and I know you love him. I told him what happened before you got here, and he left so he could get stuff to make you feel better. They are jealous bitches. You deserve Ethan just as much as he deserves you” I told her, and she hugged me. There was a knock at the door. “Come in,” I said, and Ethan walked in. “Hey, angel” Ethan cooed. “I love you, Brooke,” he said. “Nothing they said or do will change that. There’s a reason you have that ring on your finger and why I spent 50 dollars at the store before you got here” he said to her. “He got some movies too if you want to stay here and hang out with us” Gray added. She smiled and then nodded. “I love you guys but first I’ve got to kick some bitches out of MY wedding because it’s MY day with MY man and no one is going to ruin that,” she said grabbing her phone. “Gray and I will go downstairs,” I said. “No stay here” she requested, and I nodded.

 She called Sarah who just happened to be with Rebecca. “Hey, Brooke. What’s up?” Sarah asked. “Oh, not much, you?” she asked. “Just hanging out at Rebecca’s,” Sarah told her. “Oh, good then, I will only have to do this once. You both are the fakest bitches I have ever met. Do NOT come to my wedding or the reception. Do NOT call me, Ethan, Y/N, Grayson, our parent's NO ONE. I wish to never see or speak to either of you ever again. Delete my number from your phone, forget my address, and erase me from your thoughts. Both of you are dead to me. I am so glad I realized your true colors before I had you stand next to me at my wedding” she ranted, and they were both speechless. “Brooke-we” Rebecca started. “Don’t I don’t want or need an explanation. If you want to talk shit about someone don’t do it when their sister in law is in the other room” Brooke said. “She’s not your sister in law” Sarah argued. “I didn’t ask for your opinion but seems how you give one without anyone asking, I did want to tell you that Ethan’s dick is fucking huge and I can’t wait for him to wreck me later and every night for the rest of our lives right, babe?” she asked Ethan as Grayson and I had to hold back our laughter. “Yes, baby. I’m all yours until the day I die” Ethan said kissing her loudly. Click. “They hung up” she laughed and then we all started laughing along with her. “That was so funny,” I said. “Damn, Brooke. I didn’t know you were that feisty” Gray said. “Gray, there’s lots about Brooke you don’t know” Ethan smirked. “Ethan!” Brooke shouted. “Babe, you just told your ex-friends about my dick,” he said back. They laughed and kissed once more. “So, now there are two openings in my bridal party” Brooke started saying. “Yes, there is. Do you know who you want to fill them?” I asked. “Yes, actually” she admitted. “Who?” Grayson asked. “Y/N, will you take Sarah’s spot? You guys are super close to the same size and I would love for you to be next to me” she admitted. “I’d love to” I smiled, and she hugged me. “I mean, you won’t walk down with Gray, but it’ll still be fun,” she said. “Sure, but who will I walk with?” I asked. “James,” Ethan said. “Alright sounds good to me!” I said.

(A/N: Everyone is exactly how I imagine it except Bentley. Replace the red tie with the pink one and the red converse with navy blue ones then it’s exactly how I describe it!)

Ethan and Brooke’s wedding day had finally arrived. The boys’ suits are navy blue with pink ties. The bridesmaid dresses were long and navy blue. Addison and Amelia’s flower girl dresses had gold sequins at the top then a blush pink skirt. Bentley’s ring bearer outfit was navy blue pant with a white button up and suspenders with a blush pink bow tie. The girls had gold sequin flats and Bentley wore navy blue converse.  We had spent all morning doing hair and makeup. We got up around 8 while we took turns showering. It was Brooke, Aspen (her sister), Cameron, Brooke’s cousin, Grace, and then me. We also had Addy and Lia with us. The girls had bathed the night before so that was out of the way. We had breakfast at 9:30. We started hair around 10 and the wedding was to start at 3:30. We all had picked different hairstyles and slightly different makeup ideas. All the bridesmaids went first then Brooke followed by the girls. Grayson had been texting me all day.

G: One day it’ll be our wedding.

I can’t wait to see how my beautiful girls look, all three of you

I bet you’d look even more beautiful in a wedding dress

Y/N: Grayson, focus on Ethan, not me.

G: No, you’re prettier and smell nicer

Y: Thank you but we have lots do. I’ll see you later

G: Fine but I love you

Y: I love you too, G

 The 3 o’clock hour rolled around quicker than we thought. “We’re ready for you guys” Brooke’s mom, Cathy told us. We were lined up on one side of the door as the boys came up to us. We already had our bouquets. Ethan was already in the sanctuary waiting. “You look so gorgeous,” someone said behind me, someone being Grayson. “You look so handsome, Gray,” I said kissing him on the cheek. “Daddy!” the girls yelled. “Wow, you guys look beautiful,” Grayson said kissing their heads, tears welling in his eyes. “Daddy, you’ll mess up our hair,” Lia said. “Sorry, sorry,” he said sticking his hands up. “How’s Uncle Ethan?” Addy asked. “Excited,” he said to the girls as Lisa took them to the back of the line to wait with Bentley. “How’s he really?” I asked. “He’s excited, nervous but he’s ready,” Gray said. “You know I always thought it would be us first or even Cameron,” I said. “You’re not the only one babe” Grayson chuckled. We all got with our partners. First was Grayson and Aspen, James and I, Bryant and Grace, and then Brooke’s older brother, Tyler, and Cameron. Then the twins followed by Bentley with a sign that said, “Uncle Ethan Here Comes Your Girl” in fancy letters.

Ethan’s POV

The entrance music started, and my nerves started to rise. I hoped everything with Sarah and Rebecca didn’t psych out Brooke. I loved her, and nothing was going to change that. Seeing Grayson first really calmed my nerves down. No matter what, through heartbreak, kids, and marriages he was my best friend. He made his way up to me standing at the altar. “You got this E,” he said, and it calmed me even more. “She loves you, bro”. Next was Y/N and James. “Damn” Gray muttered. “We sure know how to pick ‘em” Gray whispered. “Mhmm” I hummed. Next was Bryant and Grace. This seemed to be taking forever I just wanted to see Brooke. Lastly came Tyler and Cameron. Cameron gave me a smile which also made me feel better. Next came the girls and I hope like hell our kids are as beautiful as my nieces. They are honestly one of the biggest blessings in my life. Even though they aren’t mine they have taught me so much. Next was Bentley, holding his sign which was my idea. Once Bentley made his way up to the front the typical wedding song began to play.

I look up to see my beautiful bride. Her wedding gown accenting every one of her best features. The dress was so beautiful yet simple much like her. Her hair flowing down to her chest, the flow of her gown all the way to her feet, she was mesmerizing. She smiled at me and I lost it. I had always thought Grayson was the better twin. Better looking, better with his feelings, better with kids, better with almost everything but here I am getting married first to the most beautiful bride. All of a sudden, I feel something drops on my suit. “You’re crying, E” Gray whispers. I stepped down and took Brooke’s hand from her parents. I was so thankful for the fact that her parents and I got along so well. Her dad gave me a wink and a small smile then the ceremony then began.

“Who gives this lovely bride away?” asked the officiant. “Her mother and I do,” said Brooke’s dad. “Friends, family, and loved ones we are gathered here today to witness the love of these two wonderful souls. Before you, we have Ethan and Brooke” the officiant started. I tuned out for a moment in disbelief. The ceremony went on and soon enough it was time for vows. We decided to write our own. “Ethan you will be going first in sharing your vows”. I pulled out my paper so I wouldn’t forget. “Brooke, I fell in love with you the day we met. I fell in love with your eyes and your smile first. Then your laugh and your personality. Soon enough I fell in love with us. I’ve known for a while that I wanted to marry you. We have had our ups and downs and I know those won’t go away but we will push through them. Brooke, I can’t promise you that I’ll be perfect or that I’ll always know what I am doing but I promise to love you in every way possible, to care for you, to support you, to cherish our time together, to appreciate the relationship we have built, and to help you in any way imaginable. I love you so much and you are the most beautiful bride. Therefore, you are going to make the most amazing mother to our future children and I can’t wait to see what our future as husband and wife entails.” I said looking up at her with a tear rolling down her cheek. Now it was her turn. “Ethan, to say I fell in love with you is ironic because of the way we met. You had managed to drop a gallon of milk at the store and I being oblivious as I am didn’t see it, so I fell straight on my butt. I am sure you watched in horror from down the aisle as I fell but you were so kind and apologetic it melted my heart. You continue to melt my heart, in the same way, every day. You are so caring and selfless. You are also the biggest idiot I have ever met-Amen!” Cameron interrupted me, and the entire room started laughing. “Anyway, you may be an idiot, but you are my idiot. I promise to love you unconditionally, support you wholeheartedly, care for you tenderly, and encourage you regularly. I promise to hold your hand often, to hold your heart with care, and to keep your soul alive until the day I die. I love you E” she finished and I couldn’t help but smile. I think I just fell in love with her all over again. “Do you Brooke Anne Richards take Ethan Grant Dolan to be your lawfully wedded husband for as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” she said. “Do you Ethan Grant Dolan take Brooke Anne Richards to be your lawfully wedded wife for as long as you both shall live?” “Of course, I do” I smiled at my beautiful soon-to-be wife. “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride!” “My pleasure” I smirked as pulled Brooke into a deep kiss. Our first kiss as husband and wife. I have never been so high on life as I listen to the cheers of our closest friends and family. We stopped and started walking down the aisle. I stopped a couple feet before the threshold and picked her up bridal style. “Always a drama queen!” she yelled and everyone laughed as we headed out of the church. “Well hello there, Mrs. Dolan,” I said. “And hello to you Mr. Dolan,” she said and I kissed her again. I am so glad that I can finally call her my wife. It has such a better ring than girlfriend or fiancé.

[tony-starksanxieties]

sick.|| peter parker x reader.

summary: reader thinks she’s sick with a simple stomach bug but sike hahahahh. 

warnings: teen pregnancy, fluff, v?o?m?i?t, mentions of sex. 

a/n: idk where this came from but yeah. fun times. enjoy. i also didn’t proof read this so there might be some spelling errors and such. sorry:)  

pt.2 

i groaned as a sudden wave a nausea came over me. i rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom. after throwing up three times i reached for my phone to check the time, “3:46 am? what the hell.” i rolled my eyes and got up to brush my teeth. i decided against going back to sleep so i opted to text peter, in hopes he was still awake. it was a saturday so i assumed he was.

i twiddled my thumbs, thinking about if he should come over or not. after five minutes of contemplation i decided on yes. he replied to my text rather quickly and said he’d be over in 15 minutes. i fixed my hair and sprayed a little bit of perfume on. exactly 15 minutes later there was a tap on my window. i walked over to let the spider boy in. “hi pete.” “hey. you okay?” i nodded and walked over to my bed. peter followed and laid down next to my body. his arm wrapped over my body, pulling me closer into his warm frame. i sighed contently as i slowly drifted back into sleep. 

i woke feeling 10x worse than just a few hours ago. the clock read 10:34 am. at least it was a normal hour to puke your guts out. i dashed to the bathroom and once again, threw up whatever was left in my stomach. peter was quick to figure what was wrong and he ran after me. “shh, shh. just let it all out.” he held my hair in a makeshift pony tail to avoid me getting anything in it. after 5 long minutes i leaned against the bathtub and sighed. “can you check if i have a fever?” peter nodded and brought his hand to my forehead. he shook his head, “you feel normal. maybe you have food poisoning.” my eyes darted around the room, thinking of what could be wrong. my eyes widened and my stomach lurched at the thought that invaded my mind. “peter... what if i’m pregnant?” “what? how is that possible?” i made a face at him “we had sex. duh.” “i know that but we used protection.” “it doesn’t always work, pete.” he brought his hands up to his curly brown hair, repeatedly running his fingers through it. “ohmygod, ohmygod.” “calm down peter. we don’t even know yet.” i stood up and wrapped my arms around his torso and ran my hands up and down his back. “we’re only 17, y/n. how can we support a baby?” my eyes teared up at his words. “peter, if i am pregnant, will you stay or not?” “what? what are you talking about? of course i’ll stay.” i sniffled, “thank you.” 

peter and i held hands as we walked into the pharmacy. i led him to the aisle where the pregnancy tests were. i picked out three boxes, just to be safe. we made our way to the checkout line. once it was our turn i placed the boxes on the counter. the lady, who looked to be around 40, made a judgemental face at us. i fake smiled at her as she scanned the items. “have a nice day.” she said as she handed me the receipt. “yeah i will.” peter snickered at my response and intertwined our hands. 

i hummed nervously as i waited for all three tests to load. i decided to kill time by scrolling through instagram for the next 3 minutes. i looked away from my phone and looked down at the tests. “holy shit.” 

pregnant

positive

+

“oh my god. peter come here.” peter trotted into the small bathroom and nearly fainted. “what are we gonna do?” i asked, voice shaky from crying.  peters face was red and sweaty as he responded, “we’re gonna raise a child, y/n.” 

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a/n: i am not promoting teen pregnancy in this so pls don’t come for me. teen pregnancy is very real and common so i just wanted to bring some light on the topic. :)))))

~grace ☽

[avenging-fandoms]

Build-A-Bear / Fangs Fogarty Headcanon

*not requested, my idea *WARNING: fluffyyyyy!! *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)

MASTERLIST

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- “y/n where are we going, i don’t want to go anywhere or do anything. i just want to lay in bed with you”

- “yes, i know, but the doctor said you need to walk around and not just be a bed bug, so i’m taking you somewhere where you wouldn’t expect me to”

- your hand grabbed fangs’s and kissed his rings, laying his hand on your thigh

- you sang along to the songs on the radio as you drove to the mall

- “why are we going to the mall? i don’t want to! are we getting new clothes? did pea put you up to this?”

- “no, you loser, we’re not going shopping. we’re doing something that’s in the mall”

- “the food court?”

- “stop talking!”

- fangs sighed and looked out the window

- “how are you feeling?”

- “i’m angry at you”

- you parked the car and unbuckled your seatbelt, turning to fangs

- “why are you mad at me?”

- he turned away from you, making you smile

- you climb over and kiss his neck softly

- his body relaxing

- “why are you mad at me?”

- “i’m not anymore, jesus, your touch or kiss me and i’m under your spell”

- you smile and kiss him quickly, hopping out of the car

- you hold his hand and walk into the mall with the biggest smile on your face

- “we aren’t even in riverdale anymore, where the hell are we?” 

- “in a couple towns over. this mall has what i wanted to go to”

- fangs was moving at a slow pace, his stomach still hurting, but he was moving much better than before

- “okay, i can tell you where we’re going now because we can see it from here”

- he looked around 

- “uhm.. the harley store?”

- “no..”

- “victoria’s secret? that’ll make me feel better”

- he winked and you glared, scoffing

- “no, that’s at home”

- his face dropped and you laughed

- “since you can’t guess, we’ll just walk in”

- you walk into the build-a-bear workshop store and he looked at you and smiled

- “what are we doing?”

- “we’re raising a bear together! but you’re going to keep him, he’s going to be dressed just like you”

- “you know you’re the cutest person i have ever met?”

- “yeah, i know”

- fangs smiled and kissed you, you two heading over to the bins with the bears in it

- they had marvel, trolls, but he stuck with the brown bear

- he stepped over to the stuffing place and a worker helped him, and you laughed the whole time

- the worker asked for him to kiss the heart and you both did

- she asked if you wanted to put a voice memo in it and you told fangs to go pick out the outfit as you put the voice button in the bear’s hand

- fangs came over and dressed the bear in the outfit which was a black shirt, red and black flannel, black jeans, some shoes that looked like converse, and a dog tag necklace

- “it looks just like you, fangs, he’s so cute”

- you went over to the computer and fangs sat down, you over his shoulder

- “so what is his name going to be?”

- “hmm..”

- fangs look at the bear and studied him

- “alex?”

- “i like alex. alex fogarty”

- you printed his birth certificate and paid for the bear, fangs so excited about his bear

- you two get in the car and you look at fangs

- “i put a voice memo in his hand, squeeze his left hand”

- fangs chuckled and he did, listening closely

- “hi fangs, i just wanted to let you know that i love you so much and i am so proud of you and how strong you are, and i will be by your side forever, you’re my world and i love you more than you know”

- fangs set the bear down and wiped his eyes

- “aw baby!” 

- you reach over and hug fangs, sitting on his lap and holding his head to your chest

- your hand petting his hair and tears ran down your face as well

- “why are you crying, baby boy?”

- he looked at you and whimpered and you held his face

- “i just.. never expected to find someone who would love me just as much as you do. who would stand by my side through all the shit that was happening. i wasn’t screwing midge, i was asking her what i should do for our anniversary. no one believed me and believed i was the one who murdered her. but you and the other serpents knew the truth, but when i was released and i was shot, you didn’t leave my side. i am so, so thankful that you stuck by me, and that you still love me just the same”

- “maybe a little more”

- fangs would not let go of the bear. he’d fall asleep on the couch or in bed with the bear close to his chest

- the only reason why he always hugged it was because he took some of your perfume and sprayed it on the bear so he always had you wherever he went

- and whenever he was having a panic attack or a nightmare, he would press the button and listen to the voice memo, and it calmed him down instantly

- and soon, his bear collection grew, making sure there was a voice memo in each of them from you

- sometimes from him

- but mostly from you

- you didn’t mind, it helped him sleep when you weren’t around

- but you soon moved in with him, and his bears were soon replaced with you

- even though those bears would always have a special place in his heart

[futurewriter2000]

The Challange Part 3 ( Young!Sirius Black x reader)

Finally finished part 3. I also put a Ravenclaw as a host for a party bc I just think they throw just as good as parties as other houses. Hope you like the final part. (gif not mine though it took me more time to find it that to write this.)

Warning: Lots of jealousy, I also put a bit James x reader in, pls don’t hate me. 

Part 1  Part 2

xx

“I can’t believe it!” yelled Sirius to the other marauders in the room.”First I try to be with her in the potions project and she chooses to be with James! Then they have this explosion and she runs out. I tried to go after her just to see her being comforted by the all smart and funny, popular Sebastian!” he yelled while pacing around the room ”Oh look I am Sebastian. Such a smart and funny Ravenclaw. I love books bla bla bla. ” he mocked him, waving his hands in the air.

“You are just jealous because he got to her before you did.” said Peter, earning an angry look from Sirius.

”I just don’t understand. What if she falls for him? Then I have no way of getting her.” he sighed and threw himself on Remus, who was eating his chocolate.

”Moony. Help me. “ he said, streching all over him to get his attention.

“What do you expect me to do? My plan clearly failed.” said Remus, pushing him off of him.

"Yeah, but you get along with her better than I do."

"Clearly."

 Sirius was laying on top of Remus, his eyes looking at the ceiling." Moooonyyy.” he groaned, streching his arms into Remus’ face, and accidentally pushing his chocolate in his face. "If you don’t help me I’ll tell everybody you are a werewolf.” he joked only to earn an eye roll from Remus." Okay, fine." he said,  grabbing Remus’ chocolate from his hand and his homework. He ran towards the window and put his hands, full of Remus’ stuff, out.

Remus quickly got up, teriffied of what Sirius might do.” Sirius don’t." he begged but Sirius just smirked.

”Oh, Moony. I wonder what would happen if all this hard work would be for nothing.” Sirius started waving papers left and right, and a light breeze blew one of the papers away.

“Sirius!” growled Remus.

“Help me become you.She is clearly falling for the nerds.” 

" She is different than you Sirius. She is not just some girl you can play around with. I care for her and I just don’t want to see her broken again.” he blurted out. He than reached out his hand to get back his paper. “Don’t be a dick now, Pads.”

Sirius put Remus’ stuff on the desk and looked at him."Again?"

Remus ran towards his chocolate and his books. He grabbed them and walked back to his bed. " Don’t you have eyes? Or brains?  Why did you think she ran out when Prongs ruined their love potion."

"Hey! There was something on my leg!" James yelled from his bed.

"So? I have to what?" he asked, completely ignoring James

"Just be yourself Pads. She hates fake people. " said Remus, putting away his homework. 

---

You woke up to the sound of your roomates arguing. ‘’No!’’ yelled one of them. ‘’Come on, I just need to see how to do it.’’ begged another one. ‘’Are you mad! Last time I gave you my homework you copied every single word from it and you know what I got. Detention.’’ 

You squeezed your pillow, covering your ears, but the argument kept going. You groaned and threw the pillow at them. They both stopped yelling and stared a you. ‘’Shut up! Some people are sleeping.” you yelled, realizing you have no pillow to rest you head on now. ‘’And throw me back my pillow, please.’’ 

They looked at eachother and made their way to your bed. ‘’I wonder why (y/n) is so sleepy. She came pretty late last night.” said (y/f/n) to (y/f2/n).

You huffed and felt them both sit down on your bed. “Maybe was it Sebastian. They probably hooked up.’’ grinned (y/f2/n) and layed next to you. 

‘’We just talked.’’ you answered turning your head to meet a blonde girl staring back at you.

‘’Are you sure? You came pretty late last night.’’ they both giggled.

You sat up quickly and looked at them. ‘’I am sure. We just talked.’’ you said coldly and got up. ‘’Why are you guys making such a big deal out of Sebastian? He is a friend. Nothing more and nothing less. ‘’ you tried to convince them.

‘’But you two would look so cute together. His green eyes and perfect brown hair. ’’ groaned (y/f/n), rolling on your bed. ‘’Oh and that body. Just imagine what you could do with that body.’’ she started to giggle.

Yeah, you and Sebastian would look cute together, but he wasn’t the one you wanted to be with. He was kind, smart and nice...he was almost perfect. But you two knew eachother since you were kids. He was practically your brother. And besides that, there was something bugging you. When your Amortentia exploaded, you didn’t smell anything related to Sebastian. Beside your ex’s cologne and spray paint, you smelt something you couldn’t recognize. It was like the smell of woods and grass mixed with firewhiskey and you just didn’t know to who did this smell belong to. You put on your uniform and just before you left you saw Remus’ book, he borrowed you, on your desk. ‘Maybe?’ you wondered, grabbing the book and bolting out of the room. 

You entered the Great Hall searching for Remus. You started walking slowly only to notice Sebastian waving at you. You waved back only to see Sirius staring angrly at him. His eyes darted on you. You sent him a loving smile and  his eyes immidiately turned soft and light. You made your way towards him with books by your side.

‘’Came to give me a good morning kiss?’’ smirked Sirius.

You squeezed yourself between James and Sirius and put the book on the table. “I wanted to return Remus’ book back.” you ignored Sirius statement. “ I also wrote some notes in for The Study of Acient Runes class. “  

“I thought I was your biggest competition?’’ asked Remus, furrowing his eyebrows.

‘’You are, but that doesn’t mean I won’t let you lend you my notes. Plus you did help me pass Transfiguration.’’ 

There was an awekward silence filling the air so you looked to your right. ‘’Potter.’’ you nodded at him. ‘’How are your lungs?’’ you chuckled. 

‘’Dying, but you know, I’ll survive.’’ he replied. ‘’ And just so you know I am really sorry I ruined our potion.’’ he  appologized.

‘’Don’t worry about it. Like you said...there was something on your leg.’’ you teased him. 

‘’There really was something on my leg.’’ he insisted.

‘’ I thought you were going to be more mad about it?’’ asked Sirius on your left.

You turned around ‘’It’s just a potion, Black.” 

“Yeah..that exploaded in your face.’’ continued Sirius.

‘’Are you trying to make her mad at me. She is not mad, let’s just leave it at that.’’ said James, sweating a bit from what you might do to him if you were mad. 

‘’One thing you should know about me, Black. I don’t like holding grudges.’’ you said getting up.

“Wait. So you are not mad at me about third year in the library?’’ asked Sirius, standing up from his seat. 

You were confused. “Third year?” you asked. “What happened third year in the library?” 

Sirius realized you didn’t remember. ‘Shit.’ he though and put his hand on the back of his neck. “Oh, nevermind.’’ 

“Okay?” You gave him a confused look only to see Remus’ smug face behind him. And just when you were about to leave he quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you closer. You two were inches apart and all of a sudden the smell of woods and firewhiskey washed over you. It felt like a punch. You were right, it was him all along. ‘I like Sirius.’You snapped out of his enchanting grey eyes and shook your head. You looked back into his eyes and he slowly slid his hand down to your lower back. ‘’What do you think you are doing Black?’’ you interrupted him.

‘’Well, I was hoping for a goodbye kiss, but looks like your blushing cheeks was all I needed.’’ he smirked at you, his eyes travelling from yours to your lips

You let go of his robes and took a step back. You put your hands on your cheeks and felt the warmth on them. ‘Shit.’  You looked up to see his eyebrow lifted up. “Don’t enjoy yourself too much Black.” your voice cracked a bit by saying that. 

Clearly, that was the sign that you actually like him. And was that boy happy to know that. Nothing could wipe that smile off his face now... or so he thought. An arm wrapped around your neck and pulled you closer. Sirius’ smile was wiped faster than you could say Quidditch. “Hello Cupcake.” said Sebastian, getting a jealous look from Sirius. “You coming to the party tonight?’’ 

“I might.” you replied. not removing his arm from your shoulders as you saw Sirius’ face get redder and redder.

Sebastian looked over to the laughing marauders at the table. “You can come too if you want to.Every house is welcomed. ” he then looked at angry Sirius, who was clenching his fists and probably strangling Sebastian in his mind.  “And you need to come. It wouldn’t be a party without the famous Sirius Black, now wouldn’t it.” he said leading you out of the Great Hall.

You glanced back at Sirius before finally exiting. Suddenly Sebastian burst out of laughing. You looked at him confused. ‘’Did I make him jealous or what?” he smiled so proud of himself.

“You did that on purpose?” you asked shocked at how he pulled this off. 

“I know you for how long (y/n)? You think I wouldn’t notice an angry and jealous guy staring at me everytime I am with you. Come on, I am not daft.” he laughed.

You punched him in the ribs playfully. “Sebastian Orllerton. You sneaky little Ravenclaw.” 

“Am I your best friend or what?” he grinned at you.

“The bestest.” you put around his waist (friendly) and you both walked towards the dungeons.

---

Sirius watched you disappear in the arms of a Ravenclaw. He turned around and angrly sat down next to James. “I am trying to hate him but he is so likeable.” he said angrly, holding his hair at the sides. 

The others just burst out of laughing. “You did say you like a challange.”  said James and started to ruffle Sirius’ hair. 

“Cheer up buddy. Maybe she will invite you to their wedding.” teased Remus.

“Or you will be her kids godfather.” continued Peter and everybody started laughing again.

“You guys suck.” said Sirius and burried his face in his arms.

---

You were looking in the mirror, wearing only black jeans and a bra. There were three shirts layed on your bed and you couldn’t decide which one to wear. Since your conversation with Sebastian, you felt better. You told him about your summer and he totally let you forget your ex. You were happy you could finally move on and this party was the perfect way to start.

“I don’t know guys. I like the purple one." you said turning to your roomates.

”I think you should wear the blue one. For Sebastian." said (y/f/n).

You rolled your eyes.Yes Sebastian was cute and funny, but he was only a friend. You had eyes for someone else. Someone who was trying to ask you out since the beginning of the year."I am not going to hook up with Sebastian." you said lifting the purple shirt up.

"I think you should wear purple. Boys love purple." said (y/f2/n).

"And I think you should wear the this one." said (y/f3/n) coming closer to you with a red shirt in her hands. She put it in front of you and said."You are going to look so hot and dominant with this one. "

She smiled at you and you smiled back. Yup, this is definetly the shirt.

---

The music was loud, everybody was dancing, some of them were already drunk and everything was completely messy. The marauders came too, especially because Sirius forced them. James was flirting with Lily, Remus was talking to Peter and Sirius was looking for you. He saw Sebastian talking to his friends and he was relieved he didn’t saw you with him. Suddenly Marlene walked over to him.

“Want to dance” she asked him, a bit drunk already.

“Actually I am looking for someone.” said Sirius, his eyes scanning the room for you.

“Oh come on. One dance.” she said and pulled Sirius on the dance floor. He didn’t feel it at first, but he soon gave in and started dancing with her.

And as you always had bad timing for everything, you walked in just to see him dancing with another girl.’’Of course.’’ you sighed.

You couldn’t feel anything but rage and jealusy. There you thought you were something special as he really did put a lot of effort in trying to ask you out. And when you finally wanted to make a move on him, he is dancing with another girl. And you weren’t even mad at him, you were mad at yourself for having feelings for him.’˜Look at him dancing with her.’ Dammit you were mad for being jealus. Was that how he felt when I was with Sebastian, Cuz it sucks.’

Sebastian came over to where you were standing.’’You came!’ he chirped and then looked at you from head to toe.’’And might I say, you look amazing.’’ 

“Oh this old thing. I just threw it on.” you said sarcasticly.

“Come on. How about I take Marlene so you can dance with your future boyfriend.’’ he teased you.

“No. He is clearly enjoying himself. I was pretty stupid to think we might have had something.” you looked over to Sirius and Marlene dancing together, Marlene leaning on him while drinking her punch. You looked over to Sebastian, giving him the look. 

He looked at you confused, not knowing what the look was about. His eyes widened. “Nope.” He objected.  You blinked three times and gave him the best puppy eyes you could. “The guy hates me (y/n)! Plus I am a terrible dancer.”

“Oh yeah. I totally forgot about that.” you realized as you remembered your 14th birthday party. “I got  a better idea.” 

You walked over to the other side of the room and jumped in front of Lily, who was clearly ignoring James. “Potter. Do you want to dance?” you asked him with a mischivious look in your eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows and glanced over to Lily, who was furious for you jumping in front of her like that.

“Excuse me.” she said.

You ignored her and pulled James on the dancefloor. You wrapped you arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. “Want to get Lily’s attention, jealousy is the best way to do it.” 

He looked over to Lily, who quickly turned away, and looked back to you. “Sirius is going to kill me.” 

“You owe me. You ruined our potion.” 

“I though you forgave me?” he said as he twirled you around. 

“I did, but I never forget.” you winked at him and put your arms around his neck again. 

He chuckled. “You are really something (y/n) (y/l/n).” 

‘’I will take that as a compliment.” you smiled and looked over to Sirius, who was clearly staring at the two of you this whole time.

“You know I never saw a girl play with Sirius’ head so much. It’s really impressing.” 

“I like a challange.” was all that you said as James only chuckled. God you and Sirius were alike, yet so different. You looked over to Sirius, who put his hands on Marlene’s waist and lead her through the music. “Oh, I see. It’s on.” you said and pulled James closer,your forhead touching his and his eyes set on you. You felt his heart rise up and you noticed how he was looking at your lips. “Enjoying ourselves aren’t we Potter.” you smiled at him, throwing him back in reality.

He gently pushed you away and twirled you so that you ended wrapped around his arms.”I could ask you the same thing (y/l/n), as I remember you chose ME to use against Sirius and not the other two of my best friends.” 

You turned your head to meet James’ beautiful hazel eyes, charming their way in. “Want to let me go or are you going to hold me like this the entire song.” 

He let go of you and you both looked over to Lily, who was jealously staring at the two of you. You looked at him and gently tapped him on the cheek. “Go get her.” and he ran off.

You turned to Sirius, who wasn’t with Marlene anymore. He was standing against the wall, a bottle of firewhiskey in his hands and his messy hair falling in front of him. When you approached him he wasn’t very happy. “Using my best friend. Smart.” he said, taking another sip from the bottle.

You slowly took away bottle from his hands.”I know an-”

“No. Stop with your stupid insult or flirting or whatever you do. At first I thought you like me and then I see you with Sebastian and James and I realize, why am I even trying. Why am I even trying when you clearly don’t want to date me. I know some twit broke you heart, but I am not him. I wouldn’t break you heart, but you are breaking mine. You have this perfect smile and this perfect laugh, matching your perfect (y/e/c) eyes. And its painful to see all that perfection when you are with someone else.’’ he interupted you and took a deep breath in.

“Sirius-” 

“You want to know what I smelled when I was preventing James to choke on his failed potion.” he interrupted you again. “I smelled your shampoo, just like I smelled it when you flipped your hair at me before the explosion. And I didn’t just smell your shampoo. I smelled your furry big-eyed cat and a pencil. I never even though that a pencil would have a scent, but guess I was wrong!” he started waving his hands.

“Sirius, would you let-” 

“And you know what else.” he interupted you again. “I hate how you make me feel. You make me feel happy and angry and sad and - and jealous and this weird feelings that I do not understand. And it’s so annyoing not knowing what they are. And all I want to do is hold you and kiss you and do so many other things to you-’’ 

“Sirius!” you interupted him this time. “Would you shut your pie hole and kiss me already.” 

He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. He covered your mouth with his in a hungry kiss. The music suddenly stopped and everything around you stopped moving. His mouth were softer and warmer than you imagined and the kiss grew bigger and more intense. Sparks and passion filled the air around you. He slowly pulled away, biting your lower lip in the process and smirked. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.” 

“You are such an arse.” you giggled as he leaned in for another kiss. 

“Well it was about time.” said Sebastian appearing out of nowhere. You felt Sirius tense up. You grabbed his hand and looked at Sebastian. 

“No need to make him possesive now Sebastian.” you said giving Sebastian the look.

“Don’t worry, Black. She is like a sister to me.” he smiled at him. Then his face became more serious and he leaned closer. “But if you hurt her, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” he said slowly walking away. 

Sirius’ eyes widened and he looked at you. “He is pretty scary for a Ravenclaw.” said Sirius a bit frightned. 

You turned his head, so his eyes locked with yours, and wrapped your hands around his neck. You two started slow dancing and you gently placed your head on his chest. “Sirius?” you asked gently.

“mhm?” he responded.

You lifted your head. “Are you that dickbag who said to shut my smartarse pie hole in the library in third year?”  you asked feeling his heartbeat speed up.

He placed a kiss on your forehead “I have no idea what you are talking about.” 

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the spider

pairing: reader x young k

genre: super hero au

word count: 1,436

note: marvel movies are the best y’know. i’m having feels after watching a fantastic movie last night

Time was ticking and it was ticking by slowly.

His eyes peered through thin frames flickering back and forth from the lab work in front of him to the clock settled high on the wall in the center of the room. He chewed on his bottom lip trying to resist the urge of tapping his pen against the table repeatedly since the person next to him found it bothersome.

Brian only had ten minutes left of his chemistry class, ten long minutes that seemed like they would never end. From the moment he entered the classroom he was ready to leave, ready to escape the endless formulas and mixing of chemicals that he’d already conquered several times on his own at home without a professor’s supervision.

Brian Kang was surely one of the smartest in his university even though he didn’t act like it most of the time. He was a simple guy who enjoyed playing music with his friend from time to time, a simple guy who cried over the movie Beauty and the Beast but there was a not so simple secret he kept all to himself, one that was way beyond average.

2:00PM

When class was over he left in a hurry brushing past his classmates and ignoring his nagging professor’s words about the next assignment. He already had a hunch of what it would be and there was no need for him to linger around to hear it.

“Hey, Brian! Can we meet tonight to review our project-” A familiar face called out to him but he waved her off like he always did, too busy to chat even if it was only for a few minutes.

“Ahhh not tonight maybe tomorrow!” He smiled with a wave of his hand as he hurried down the street.

Brian arrived at a nearby convenience store to grab a quick bite to eat, his favorite was a hot dog loaded with toppings and a grape soda of which he always devoured in a few short minutes. He placed his items in his backpack and thanked the store owner as he exited, sprinting into an alleyway. His steps slowed as he kept his eyes open for anyone suspicious, he couldn’t have onlookers spying on what he was about to do.

He took off his clothes as swiftly as he could until he was left in nothing but plaid boxers. Reaching for his backpack that he placed on the ground he pulled out a bright red and blue suit with an onyx spider displayed on the front, slipping into it. It was just the tiniest bit baggy on his body until he pressed a button only he could find in the center which suctioned the suit tightly to fit his toned figure.

“That’s better.” He cracked his neck, removing the glasses he used for reading from his face before slipping on a mask the entire city could recognize with one glance.

“Let’s go.”  His lips curled beneath the fabric of his mask as he picked up his backpack and lunged at the wall, hands and feet sticking to brick.

Brian climbed up the building easily, settling himself on the rooftop to eat his food while he waited for some sort of crime to unfold. It took about an hour before he heard a woman scream and then he was off, jumping from the rooftop with an extension of his hand, a sticky web shooting from his wrist to the next structure. He soared above buildings until he found the source of the screaming, landing on top of one criminal and knocking out the rest with rapid movements.

He saved an older woman in a matter of seconds from getting robbed outside of her home, his web keeping the criminals trapped against a light pole until the police arrived. Brian never stuck around to turn them in, his signature was leaving a nice note for the cops with a sign of his disguised name. It was one heroic act after another, handling small crimes until bigger ones came along if they ever would.

Brian’s biggest dream was to join up with another hero his age, but the guy was too rich to care about him. The gentleman he aspired to work alongside was no other than Park Sungjin better known to the world as Iron Man.

Night had fallen fast and it was time for him to head back home and share an unhealthy meal with his roommate Jae who had no clue of the secret he’d been hiding for the last year. It was hard at first but as time went on keeping a secret as big as this from his best friend had become easy.

You sat in a room that smelled of old socks and axe body spray. Both aromas made your nose tingle and after twenty minutes of being there, you’d thought the sensation would have stopped by now.

“You want a burger?!” The lanky guy with round glasses who invited you into his home called out from the kitchen. “No! Not now anyway.” You answered him, crossing your arms over your chest. You were too annoyed to eat anything and it wasn’t with him that your annoyance was aimed but toward his roommate who still hadn’t shown up yet.

Brian Kang was assigned to be your partner in your literature class with the purpose of completing a presentation that could make or break your grade. You weren’t thrilled when you got paired with him. You learned from others that he was quite careless when it came to partnered work, but he still managed to earn a passing grade for himself and the person he was paired with at the last minute. That was something you refused to do, you were quite punctual with any assignment you received and preferred to complete it early than waiting until the deadline was right under your nose.

Today was the second time Brian had blown you off  instead of working on the assignment that was due in a week. You saw him hurrying from his classroom earlier in the day and figured you’d ask him quickly about meeting up before he was out of your sight. You should have expected an excuse from him but it still frustrated you anyway.

Tonight, he wasn’t going to get away from you. You put in a lot of effort to finding out where he lived and were thankful his friend Jaehyung was nice enough to let you into their home to ambush him. You sighed to yourself as you laid back on Brian’s bed, holding your phone above you to check the time.

8:45PM

Would this guy ever come home?

You heard a slight sound from the window behind you but it wasn’t enough for you to look in that direction, deciding to pass the time by scrolling through your social media.

With his suit, still on and mask removed Brian gently opened his bedroom window slipping in quietly. From his knowledge, Jae wouldn’t be home for another fifteen minutes which gave him plenty of time to undress and change into comfortable clothing. He moved across his ceiling unaware there was someone below him staring at him soundly with eyes blown wide in confusion.

Brian dropped down to the floor in front of his bedroom door, pushing it closed before turning around to relieve himself of his skin-tight suit. When his eyes landed on the person who stared back at him from his bed he almost yelled.

---

There you were gawking at him, shocked and here he was slowly panicking and trying to figure out how you got into his room.

The two of you held eye contact for a few seconds before you got ready to scream.

Oh shit.

Brian using his quick reflexes pounced on the bed, hovering above you as he clasped his hand over your mouth.

“I know this is freaky but please Y/n... keep quiet. Jae doesn’t know about this, no one does, and yes this is real...”

His eyes held a fear of his own as he slowly removed his hand from your mouth. You couldn’t believe he was the famous new superhero you’ve seen all over YouTube with abilities resembling a bug you despised the most, how was he even real?

Brian climbed off the bed allowing you to sit up while he stood, his hand running through his sunset hair with a sigh.

“I guess I have no choice but to say it.”

He kept his sharp eyes locked on yours and you swallowed hard from his fixed gaze.

“I am Spiderman.”

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: As Long As You Love Me -- Murder Angel

Hey, how about some actual fic from me today too? I’ve had this one waiting in the wings for a bit -- the next part of the “As Long As You Love Me” AU! If you recall, when we last left our heroes, they’d suffered a mysterious blowout during radio sing-along time. As we rejoin them, we find that -- well, they’re roughly in the same state Ken and Bart were in this clip: Angel of Death Victor’s not taking it well...

"The universe never allows you to get hurt, huh?"

"Technically, they didn't hurt us," Alice replied, tugging at her bonds. "And it is very odd hearing sarcasm coming from you."

"I think I'm allowed to be sarcastic, given the circumstances," Victor grumbled, looking up at the hot, cloudless sky. He could feel the sun boring into his skin – much longer out here and he'd have an awful sunburn. "Can't you do anything?"

"Do you think I enjoy being duct-taped to a fence in my skivvies?" Alice responded. "Unfortunately, it doesn't work like that. We have to wait for the target. At least that's what Caterpillar tells me."

"Tell Caterpillar that if this 'target' doesn't hurry up, I'm going to put him into a bug box."

Alice was silent for a minute. "He says you wouldn't," she finally replied. "That's its antithetical to your very nature. Apparently you cried the first time you heard what making a bug box meant for the butterfly."

Victor went still. "What – h-how do you–"

RRRRRRMMMRRRrrmrmrmrmrmrmrrrrmmmm. . .

A familiar set of Harleys roared into view, quickly rendering Alice's sudden attack of psychic power unimportant. The gang rolled up and spread out, parking in a circle around their captives. Victor did a quick headcount – nine now, instead of eight. The newcomer was an older man – short, and on the heavier side, but in a way that suggested power instead of one too many large dinners. The rest of the gang scurried around him deferentially as he dismounted and walked toward the fence. Victor gulped. Suddenly he was almost missing his closet.

The man stopped and stared at them, one eyebrow raised. "These two?" he said. Medusa nodded. "You're shittin' me. These are the guys that killed Icarus?"

"It's them, Riggins," Marzanna said from somewhere behind Victor. "Shark and Kitten saw 'em at the diner."

Alice twisted her head around. "Riggins?"

"I think he's their leader," Victor told her. He offered Riggins a shaky smile. "L-look, I think there's been some s-sort of – of mix-up–"

"You don't look like professionals," Riggins continued, ignoring him. He stepped forward, scowling. "So who sent you? The Horsemen? New Children of the Old Gods? Those weirdos the Hitchhikers Of The Galaxy?"

"No one! She killed him on her own! She just – does that!" Victor yanked ineffectually at the duct tape. "We are not trying to start a gang war here!"

"No, we're ending one," Alice said softly. "Target acquired." Out of the corner of his eye, Victor saw her look up. "Now, Cheshire, I don't suppose you could put those claws of yours to good use and cut me down so I could do my job. . ."

Riggins shook his head. "This is all so much noise," he muttered. "Screw it." He waved to the rest of the gang. "Burn 'em. Dump 'em with the others."

Victor felt Alice stiffen behind him. "Oh no. . .oh, you shouldn't have said that," he groaned. "She has a – history with fire."

"Awww, what? The little lady don't like the heat?" Kitten mocked, shaking the fence. Victor grimaced as hot wire rattled against his back.

"Not fond of it, no," Alice said through clenched teeth.

Riggins chuckled. "You're gonna like it even less soon." He licked his lips. "Maybe me and the boys will make s'mores."

Victor decided he really did not like Riggins. But, well, even the worst asshole deserved a warning. "Look – I will be the first to admit that I have no idea what's going on," he said slowly. "But I do know Alice. When she gets it in her head to kill someone. . .well – they die. You and your men are the ones in danger here." Although how the hell she's going to get us out of this one is beyond me. . .

Riggins smirked. "You really believe that?" He moved a step forward, like a cougar stalking its prey. "We're Blackwing, loser. Nobody fucks with us."

Victor looked over his shoulder at Alice – in naught but her bra and panties, no knife or gun, taped in place as securely as he was. She looked as helpless as him. . .but then, he'd thought she was a goner when Tannen had shoved his gun into her forehead too. "She's the one who killed Icarus," he replied, meeting Riggins's smug gaze head on. "Hasn't she already?"

That got a scowl. "You gotta mouth on you," Riggins declared, reaching down for something in the dirt. When he stood back up, Victor saw it was a baseball. "Time to shut you up, I think."

Oh shit, oh shit, why on earth had he decided to go for the pithy one-liner – Victor jerked his head back around. "Alice?!"

"Wait for it," she replied, eyes on the sky, looking supremely unconcerned.

"Wait for it?!" Victor threw himself against his bonds in a panic. He was about to take a baseball to the face, minutes before Blackwing turned them both into Guy Fawkes dummies, and she told him to wait for it?! Oh God, why didn't I run for it when I had the chance?! A bullet to the back of the head would have at least been quick! Now I'm going to cook to death, probably with a broken jaw, back to back with – "Ow!"

Victor's head clanged against the fence as the baseball met his forehead in an instant of blinding pain. He screwed his eyes shut, fireworks briefly flaring behind his closed lids –

bonk! rippppp – clunk – CRUNCH!

And then, suddenly, his left hand was free.

Victor's eyes snapped open. The fence was sagging now, the old length of pipe holding it up having fallen. Had the baseball knocked it out of place? Did he dare do anything?

"Kitten!"

Shark raced past them, toward where the pipe had fallen. Victor followed his path to see – Oooooh. . . He hastily averted his eyes again. The unfortunate Kitten had been directly under the pipe when it fell, and thanks to the nasty-looking chunk of concrete on top of it. . .well, he wasn't getting up again. And I thought I'd seen the worst of what could happen to a human head when Tannen got pistol-whipped to death. . .

The rest of the gang hastily closed ranks, drawing guns and eyeing the captives suspiciously. Victor heard Marzanna hurry towards them. "Don't you fuckers even think of trying – ah!"

The barrel of a shotgun jerked through the fence, right next to Victor's head. He flinched as it fired – BANG! Medusa hit the ground, a bullet in his forehead. BANG! Incubus dropped, blood spraying from his skull. BANG! Cerebus collapsed, felled by the same impossible accuracy. Victor risked a glance behind him. Sure enough, Alice had also been freed by the falling pipe. Her hand was currently wrapped around Marzanna's, struggling for control of the gun. Then her knee came up, catching him right in the sternum. Marzanna gasped for breath as she tore her other arm free. "Get her!" Riggins demanded, staring at his downed compatriots in shock.

Wilson promptly started firing – Alice spun and grabbed Marzanna, letting him take the hail of bullets. Her hand snatched his pistol from his waistband – bang! Wilson flopped over, missing a healthy chunk of his skull. Shark ran at her, screaming – bang! One bullet, right through the gullet. Moloch desperately took aim – bang! He hit the ground, less one eye and one life. Alice let Marzanna's corpse drop and pointed the gun at the stunned Riggin's head –

click, click.

Alice blinked. "Oh for – are you kidding me?" she demanded, snapping open the cylinder. "With one left?"

Riggins, mouth opening and closing like a fish, saw his opportunity and went for his boot. A wicked-looking knife appeared in his hand. He took aim and threw as Alice as Alice dropped the gun and looked for a fresh weapon. thwip-thwip-thwip –

The handle bounced off her shoulder. Alice looked down, then picked up with a shrug. "That works." With barely a moment's pause, she flung it back.

It landed with a heavy thunk right in Riggins's heart. He stared at it a moment as blood began to pour from his mouth. His terrified eyes found hers – merciless and pitiless.

Then, in slow motion, he collapsed to the ground. Alice surveyed her work with cool professional pride. "There. That about does it." She returned to the fence and tore the tape off Victor's right wrist. "I think you ought to get some clothes on before you end up looking like an overdone steak."

Victor nodded vaguely, eyes traveling over the bodies of the men. Nine people. Nine hardcore, violent, unforgiving people. And she'd slaughtered them all in her underwear. Without even her trademark knife. All because a baseball had gone the right way.

A baseball. . .

"Wait for it."

He stumbled off the junk pile as she took Riggins's jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "You – you knew, didn't you?"

Alice looked back at him. "Knew what?"

"About this. That – that this–" He waved a hand to encompass the carnage. "–was going to happen."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Alice said, examining Shark's corpse. "But I knew the universe would provide, once I had my target." She started undoing his jeans. "He's pretty thin – I think these will fit you. At the very least, you won't be swimming in them."

Victor barely heard. "It's real," he whispered. "What you said before – it was the truth. You are exactly who you say you are. Some sort of – of murder angel."

He wasn't sure what possessed him to put it that way. Judging by Alice's surprised stare, neither was she. "Angel?" she repeated.

Victor shrugged. For a half a second, he was sure he saw her blush – then she dropped her head and went back to her task. "I am what I say I am. I know it, the universe knows it, and now you know it. Congratulations."

"And I really am with you for a reason." Victor found himself smiling, fear drowned out by a wave of exhilaration. "My life – it – it actually has a purpose!"

Alice glanced up with one of those genuine smiles. "Nice feeling, isn't it?" She yanked the pants off Shark and tossed them to Victor. "Catch!"

His hand grabbed a leg on autopilot, his mind racing. Ever since he was little, he'd listened to Pastor Galswells preach that everyone had a purpose for being – a reason God had put them on this earth. For years, he'd wondered if that was true – and, if it was, whether his was really just helping his society-obsessed parents move further up the heap via a good marriage. But now. . .he stepped into the jeans, awash in possibility. Perhaps being the companion of a holistic assassin wasn't really better, per say, than forwarding Nell and William Van Dort's social-climbing dreams – but it was a hell of a lot more interesting. "So – where to now?" he asked, zipping the fly.

"Search me," Alice replied, throwing him the shirt. "But Wonderland will lead me – us in the right direction soon enough." She felt in her jacket pocket and pulled out a set of keys. "Do you know how to ride a motorcycle?"

"No," Victor admitted, pulling on the shirt. Ugh, it was all greasy. . .but any port in a storm. "Do you?"

"No." Alice grinned like a shark. "But I'm willing to learn."