#and reading it was like getting smacked in the face with a cannonball of stuff that really freaked me out

[bayetea]

also I haven't forgotten about the dgp fanfic collection it'll come out at the end of february I just had to stop working on it because someone was extremely weird 💔

[starman-john-tracy]

[ sleep ] sender manages to fall asleep in receiver's presence - with Alan please :D

John's been on the ground less than five hours, and he can’t sleep. He's plenty tired, sure, but he’s also a little dehydrated, his bones ache, and there's the low throb of a pressure headache behind his eyes. It's three in the morning, island time, but John stumbles down to the kitchenette anyway in search of a sachet to make the alarmingly blue electrolyte drink Brains recommends, only to nearly jump out of his skin as he stumbles across a small figure silhouetted against the blinding light of the big lounge TV.

"Alan?" John blinks, surprised at the little blond shape frantically mashing his controller in an attempt to cull the zombie hoards on the big screen. The kid's got headphones in, so John flicks on the kitchen light - far enough away to not startle his brother, but close enough to be noticed. Alan turns, his mouth a little O of surprise as he pulls the headphones off one ear.

"John?" John gives him a little wave, mid-rummage in a cupboard for the blue powder, and Alan's baffled expression morphs into a megawatt grin. "John! You're home!" The game gets paused and a blond cannonball collides with his waist, skinny teenage arms wrapping tight around his ribs. "I've missed you!"

"Oof." John manages, "Bit tight there Allie... What are you still doing up?" The older astronaut smooths the hair backward off his kid brother's forehead to get a good look at his face. Alan's got dark shadows smudged under both eyes, but he seems so awake he's practically buzzing. "Hmm. Couldn't sleep either?"

Alan's nose wrinkles.

"Eh," He buries his face back into John's shoulder, "you know how it is." John feels a shrug rise and fall against his ribcage. "I made the mistake of sleeping in Thunderbird Two on the way back, and now I'm wiiiiiiide awake." Ah, it's a time zone problem. "Tried to get a couple of hours but I can't seem to turn my brain off, is all." He waves a hand around and nearly smacks John's chin in the process. "I keep running the landslide through my head, trying to think of anything we could have done better, faster, you know?"

And isn't that a feeling that John knows all too well.

"I know." He gives the soft blond hair a good ruffle that sends the kid squirming away, and laughs. "Well, blue screen light and zombie games aren't exactly going to help." He turns to dump the blue powder into a tall, plastic cup of water, mixing vigorously. "Bed and a blanket are pretty important steps for sleep. You're not going to nod off if you're not even trying."

"Hey, John?" A warm forehead rests itself against the cool skin of John's forearm, as the taller man takes a long drink of the criminally blue electrolyte drink and grimaces. Blergh. Couldn't they even try to make it taste less... artificial? "Do you think you could- uh, that's is- Would you read to me instead? You know, like you used to when we were kids?" There's a pause where John blinks, surprised, and Alan is quick to backpedal. "I mean- that is- if you're not feeling too bad, and all, I'm sure you just wanna go back to bed and-"

"I could read for a little bit." John offers, softly stopping the anxious tirade in it's tracks. "What were you thinking, The Right Stuff? Earthrise? Jules Verne?"

"I don't mind." Alan looks so hopeful, how could a big brother refuse? "I'll shut the TV off, hang on." The kid vaults the sofa in his rush to get back to the screen and save his game, but John decides he's far too tired to comment on it. While the older Tracy finishes his drink, pops a mug into the microwave, and finds himself a protein bar, Alan scurries around; digging up a blanket, building a pillow nest, and flicking on one of the table lamps so that the corner of the sofa is bathed in a warm yellow glow, perfect for reading. He squishes himself into a seat, socked feet tucked up onto the cushions, and waits impatiently for his brother to pull a book, one of the handful of actual paper tomes in the Tracy collection, down from the shelves.

"Here." John, with the book tucked under one arm, hands Alan a mug of warm milk with cinnamon, like their Mom used to make before bed, then seats himself carefully beside his little brother. Alan almost immediately snuggles in, and, though it's a bit much for someone who hasn't seen another person for weeks, let alone been hugged, John doesn't comment on the proximity. As Alan blows steam noisily off his drink to take a sip, John cracks his choice at it's last bookmark and scans the page. It takes him a second to decide that he'd last been down here reading so long ago that he doesn't actually remember what had been happening, and that he might as well start over.

He reads for less than twenty minutes before the heavy, warm weight of his brother's head falls against his shoulder - Alan's breathing soft and light, evened out in sleep. John smiles, slides the bookmark into it's new place and wraps the blanket more snugly around the kid until he's bundled up like a little burrito. John doesn't think his space legs are up to carrying Alan all the way up to his bed, like he would have when they were younger, so instead he places the book on the nightstand, tips own his head back and, though he knows his spine wont exactly thank him for it in the morning, ends up drifting off to sleep as well.

If they're woken in the morning by Scott's astonished laughter and the snap of a camera, then that, he's informed, is just a big brother's prerogative.

[gashinabts]

anti-romantic | (m)

word: 4.1k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre:  Slight Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: celebrating father’s day without actually having kids is more fun according to you and jungkook

Warnings: hidden oral sex (fem), blow job, public sex, slight choking, riding, some roleplay (hehe)

a/n: lol this was in my drafts and was supposed to be posted on father’s day but idk if you guys liked this couple...but here it is! Might do more drabbles and stuff with this couple. lemme know what you guys think.

Read this first —> anti-baby fever

“ Happy Father's day!,” you place the bouquet of flowers on the desk before jumping on his body that was peacefully sleeping in the bed. There’s a grunt that comes out and you nuzzle your way into his neck, kissing his moles until he wakes up.

Jungkook's eyes open slowly, yawning loudly before speaking. “ How’d you find out that I have a kid? I thought I did a better job of being discreet,” he smiles when you bite his neck. His large hands hold onto your waist moving you so that you are sitting on top of him. 

“ Yeah happy father’s day...because I do be swallowing your babies,” you hold back your laughter as you try to finish your sentence. 

Jungkook barks a laugh, shaking his head at the dirty joke. “ I’m surprised to hear that coming from your mouth but I’m also proud,” he brings your head down to kiss your lips. There’s a slight gap when he pulls apart, “ So where is my breakfast in bed?” Jungkook asks, his lips barely touch yours as he speaks.

“ Damn, you're taking this roleplay too far,” you huff a laugh. “ Do you also want me to buy you a barbecue grill?” His eyes playfully roll, bringing you down to kiss him once more.

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As funny as it sounds your dad is trying to convince Jungkook to buy a similar barbecue as him, they are talking among themselves, grilling some meat as you are with your mother and sister. It's a small gathering and you just want to go back inside your parents house because it is a million degrees outside. “ Auntie Y/N come swim with us,” one of your nephews comes to splash water on you. He laughs loudly when you give him an annoyed look, as the cold water drenched your summer dress. 

“ I don’t have any swim suits and if I get in there I will probably drown you in front of your mom,” you feel a pinch on your left arm from your mom giving you a disappointed look. On the other hand your sister laughs, shaking your head as she breastfeeds her daughter. The little brat taunts you sticking his tongue out then swims along to play with his cousins. “ I’m kidding,” you tell your mom. 

Turning back to drinking your ice tea, you sigh at the words your mother says next. “ So when are you and Jungkook going to get married? You are not getting anymore younger and it will be hard to get pregnant-”

“ Mom...,” your sister tries to defend you.

The thought of swimming sounds more appealing to you, anything that makes you stray away from this conversation with your mother. “ We actually got married, we just didn’t invite you to the wedding,” you look at your mom, her eyes shooting daggers at you. “ Imma go swimming. My stuff is still in my old room, yeah?” Your mom nods her head, pinching the bridge of her nose, probably at the annoyance of you. 

Stepping in your old room feels nice, the cold air hitting your slightly sweaty face, instantly making you cool down. You toss your body on your bed, closing your eyes, taking a breather before going outside and into the boiling pits of hell. “ This brings up old memories,” you hear your boyfriend. Smiling you look to the doorway, his body leaning against your door entrance, his arms are crossed and there’s muscle definition on his biceps. 

“ Yeah, because we lost our virginity on this bed,” you hold your hand out so he can come closer to you. Jungkook leans down, giving you quick kisses before giving you a suggestive look. 

“ Should we recreate it?,” his eyebrows go up and down. 

“ Okay,” you whisper, bringing his head down to kiss him again. “ That means you have to come in the first minute,” you laugh as he lets out a groan. Pushing him away you get up from the bed, and go to the drawers and grab a swimsuit. Putting it on you feel the straps digging into your hips and your top barely covering your boobs. Of course you don’t fit your high school swimsuits. 

“ Fuck,” you hear Jungkook sigh. Turning around you give him a confused look until you look down and see a boner. “ You look so fucking hot,” he comes to grab at your ass but you smack it off. Jungkook likes that you can’t fit in your bottoms, your cheeks showing making him want to bite it. Your hips look wider and he wants to hold on to it, feeling your supple skin that spills out from the thin straps. And the way your boobs spill out like they are purposely begging him to suckle on them. 

The apple of cheeks blush, your eyes widening at the intense stare. Shaking your head while looking at the door entrance nervously to see if anyone saw this scene. “ We are not fucking here, wait till we get home,” you lift your top up to try to cover more skin. 

“ Let me just taste you, baby. I’ll be quick,” his hands hold your hands kissing it, giving you his best puppy eyes. He just wants to smell you and taste you. A whole parade happens in his head when you agree, leaning against the dresser and parting your legs. 

Maybe it’s the heat that went to your head, that made you dumbly nod without thinking about the consequences that might happen. It turns you on even more, that you guys have to be careful and aware of your surroundings. Jungkook goes on his knees, pecking the inside of thigh before moving the swimsuit to the side, showing him your glistening folds. Immediately, his mouth is on you, tasting your arousal on his taste buds. One of your hands goes up to your mouth softening your quiet moans. The other hand, holds the dresser tightly, afraid that you might fall down.

His tongue lathers you wetness, looking up to see your chest heavily move and down. Your pretty eyes looking down at his mouth work wonders on you. “ Jungkook,” you moan. His rough hands lift your thighs up, stuffing his face more in, tongue penetrating in and out in your entrance. 

Lewd noises are being made by the two of you. Jungkook’s lips smack against your pussy, while your moaning has increased despite your hand muffling the noises. Your eyes widen when you notice your door is still open, anybody can pass by because the bathroom is across your room. “ Pay attention to me baby,” Jungkook smacks the outside of your thigh.

Listening to his words, you look into his doe eyes, his tongue do small licks on clit then sucking it before his lips plop off loudly. “ I don’t want you wearing this outside, because all I want to do is fuck you silly,” his finger goes to your entrance, thrusting slowly with a slight curl. “ I love the way you look in this,” his other finger joins and watches your hips ride them like it was his cock. He blows cool air onto your folds watching your body twitch at the sensation.

“ Yeah? I can barely fit in it,” you say as you toss your head back. There’s a cooling sensation against your heat, pulling your bottoms more to the side so it doesn’t go in the way of his mouth.

“ That’s why I love it, your body spilling out of it and it’s fucking hot. Look at your tits barely covered, your nipples are begging to be sucked on,” he gives you a sloppy kiss on your clit before continuing, “ Your hips look really wide, you know that means you can take my cock better.” His thumb rubs your clit fast, more wetness seeps out of your entrance making his fingers slide in faster. “ I also love it because I got to see you grow into and out of this swimsuit. Just proves to you that I’m always here,” he pecks your thigh. 

The words make you blush, insecurities washed away because you never thought that not fitting your swimsuit could be this hot and liberating. More importantly it makes you want to come all over his mouth. “ I love you,” you whisper softly.

His eyes are sparkly, looking like he holds the constellations in his eyes. “ I love you,” he says. Then placing his mouth on your cunt. Eating you up like he didn’t eat at all today. He moans into you, as your hands hold his hair tightly, the vibrations hitting your sensitive nerves making you moan loudly as you come against his wet mouth. Your hips moving against his mouth as you come down your high, finally stopping after a few seconds. Jungkook places your bikini back in place, kissing your hip. 

His hair is in his face, you tuck a strand behind his ear, “ Yeah, I’m not going swimming anymore,” you laugh in disbelief that your boyfriend ate you out in your childhood bedroom while your family is outside. Taking off your bikini you return back to your summer dress.

“ Yeah, we don’t want you flashing a nipple when you do a cannonball,” he laughs, getting up and watching you look at the mirror. There’s a slight frown on your face, he comes closer plopping his head on your shoulder. “ What’s wrong?” his hands are placed on your waist drumming his fingers. 

“ Do you want to get married?” your eyes meet Jungkook’s. His eyes widening at your question, there’s a couple seconds of silence. His body immediately leaves your, creating a small gap. Turning around to face him instead of talking to his reflection. 

Jungkook's eyebrows raise. “ Are you asking me or is it your mom?” When he was talking to your father earlier, he noticed you looking annoyed while talking to your mother. There was a small frown on your pretty face, and he wanted to kiss it off but your father was talking about which charcoal he uses for the grill.

“ It’s better to just get it over with, so she won’t have to keep pestering me,” you shrug. Which is probably not the right choice of words, since Jungkook lets out a disappointed sigh. His hand pushes his hair back in frustration. 

“ Seriously, Y/N?” As much of Jungkook would love to get married to you, he doesn’t want to get proposed because ‘you just want to get it over with’, it leaves his heart feeling heavy that you don’t see the problem in this. 

The tone in his voice sounds just like your mother, a chastising tone, and you get annoyed.“ I thought you wanted that,” you toss your head back. Not knowing what you are doing wrong. 

Jungkook doesn’t want to argue, especially now, since you guys are supposed to be spending family time. “ Not like that,” he rolls his eyes at how unaware you are. There’s a few seconds of silence, his hands push his hair back in frustration. “ Let’s go back out,” he says in defeat. Walking ahead of you, not holding your hand like he usually does.

The slider door is right in front of you, your family are talking among each other. One thing you don’t want is to be on bad terms. “ Jungkook, are you upset?” You grab his hand before he can walk outside to carry on talking to your family. 

“ Yes. Let’s talk about this later, okay?” Jungkook turns around giving you a smile. Not the kind of smile that makes your heart flutter, it’s the type of smile that you give when you don’t want to deal with someone. In defeat, you nod letting go of his hand, as he walks to the pool getting splashed by your nephews. He brightly smiles at them, wiping the water off his face before getting a water gun and chasing them with it. 

Sighing you walk to your dad who is still grilling meat, he looks at you smiling. “ Something wrong kiddo,” he asks as he flips over the meat. Typically, you never talk to your dad about your problems, only ever going to your sister sometimes but she’s not much help because she’s with your mom.

“ Jungkook and I had a...little argument,” you say, looking to the pool to see him spinning your nephew around. “ I asked if we should just get married because of mom’s bickering. Jungkook got upset,” you scratch your arm. Looking back at your dad whose face is at a grimace, your eyes widening. “ What?” 

There is playful screaming and laughing in the background, you ignore it trying to listen to your dad’s words. “ Don’t you think that’s a little harsh? I wouldn’t want to be asked like that,” he chuckles lightly. 

Replaying the conversation that you had with Jungkook, you mentally smack your palm to your head. Your mom shouldn’t be the reason why you should marry Jungkook. Jungkook is a hopeless romantic, he likes to be swallowed whole by your love. So of course he wouldn’t want to be proposed like that. Your dad pats your back in comfort before leaving you in your thoughts as you look at Jungkook making funny faces at your baby niece.

Jungkook is back in the house grabbing plates from the kitchen cabinet, you close the slider door quietly, walking behind him as he reaches for the last plate. Wrapping your arms behind his small waist, his breath hitches, exhaling your name. “ I’m a dummy,” you whisper.

Jungkook softly laughs, “ No you're not. I’m sorry for overreacting-“

“ You weren’t though,” you lay your head completely on his back, hearing his heartbeat. “ I wasn’t being considerate,” you kiss his back through his shirt. The plate makes a small clunk sound when he places it on the counter, turning around in your arms. His brown eyes look into your eyes before kissing you on your cheek. 

“ Baby, do you want me to talk to your mom?” Jungkook asks, his large hand caressing your cheek. You give him a questioning hum. “ That we don’t have to get married right now. That we are perfectly fine just the way we are.”

The silky strands are gliding in between your fingers, as you push it away from his face.“ Hmm. Maybe she will listen to you better,” you smile. Jungkook can easily make your mom's views change within seconds with his charming smile. 

---

Jungkook lifts you up the ground before you enter the house, crossing the threshold as he holds you in his strong arms. “ Why do you keep doing this with every house,” you laugh, holding on to him tightly. “ We don’t even know we are buying this house,” you say as he finally puts you down. Looking around the empty house, you visualize a sofa and tv in the spacious living room. 

“Exactly we don’t know, it’s bad luck not to do that,” he also looks around. “ This is nice,” he whistles looking at your hips swaying as you walk to the kitchen. “ The kitchen I mean,” he cockily says.

Turning around you playfully swat him, “ Can you imagine yourself cooking here?” The cold countertops touch your fingertips as they slide against it. You can see yourself cooking here making food for you and Jungkook, his hands on your hips as he watches you. 

Jungkook likes the way the set up of the kitchen, the granite countertops and the dark brown wooden cabinets give the kitchen an expensive feel. Compared to the first apartment he got with you in college this place is a thousand times better. His heart flutters knowing that he gets to share the rest of his life with you in this house. He comes closer to you hugging you from behind as you look inside the empty cabinets. “ Mhm, yeah I can see myself cooking here,” his nose rubs against your neck loving the perfume you're wearing. He can also see himself doing other things in this kitchen. “ And eating here too,” he says, blowing a raspberry in your neck.

Laughing in his hold you turn your head to kiss his cheek, “ Let’s go up. Before you act on your fantasies,” you grab his hand. Going up the stairs you guys checked out the three rooms and bathrooms. This house is something that you’ve been wanting for the past year, it’s spacious, has a big backyard to plant your flowers, and two hours away from your parents. “ We can put our bed here,” you point in the middle. “ The dressers here,” you point in two different directions. 

Jungkook smiles fondly as you point at random spaces, he’s pretty sure that you pointed at the same area more than once for different furniture going there. “ How about the other rooms? You don’t think three rooms is big?”

You shake your head, “ I think it’s perfect. Our room, your gaming room, and maybe a guest room in case my mom wants to spend the night,” you shrug at the end. There’s a rush of serotonin just imagining getting this house. “ What are your thoughts?” His pretty eyes look around the empty big room and smile on his face.

“ Let’s get it,” he looks back at you. Your eyes meet and you grab his shirt pulling him down to kiss him to show him how happy you are. Pulling away, he holds your chin looking at your silly smile. ‘ Yeah, this is definitely home,’ Jungkook thinks to himself.

---

“ Fuck Y/N,” Jungkook moans loudly his head hitting the back of his seat.  Your mouth sucks his tip lightly as your hand moves up and down his cock. His breathing is getting louder, and he wraps your hair around his hand, wanting to see your eyes. “ Couldn't even wait to go inside the apartment,” he shakes his head in fake disappointment. But this was far from disappointing. 

Moaning against his tip, you shake your head. Deciding on buying the house turned you on and you couldn’t wait to fuck him. Your lips make a plop sound as you pull apart, “ That wouldn’t be any fun,” you kiss his tip. Causing him to groan at your cunningness. “ We should fuck one last time in this parking lot,” you blow cold air on his tip before going down again. 

Jungkook wipes the foggy car window to make sure no one is here looking at you choking on his cock. You're letting guttural noises and your eyes water at his size, your hips move side to side in the air, probably itching to be touched. “ Yeah, choke on it,” Jungkook pushes your head down more, throat tightening around his cock. “ Are you crying on my cock?” Jungkook condescending laughs.

 It turns you on how mean he is being, your tears come down even more at the humiliation but you enjoy it. You can feel your panties are getting stuck on your folds and you badly want to relieve yourself. Jungkook pushes your head down one last time before pulling your head by your hair to kiss you. His tongue pushes against your exchanging moans against each other. He helps you move your body over the center console so you are now sitting on his lap. “ Wait Jungkook,” you pull apart. “ I need to take my pants off,” you look at the tight space around you. There’s not enough room to take it off where you are.

Jungkook screams at himself for not owning a bigger car. “ Uhh, just take your pants off real quick outside and come back inside the car,” he looks out to see no one out. The things you do for sex, you hurridely take off your pants and returning back to the position. His hands are on your thighs rubbing them up and down, as he makes outs with you. Your hips move against his trying to pleasure yourself. 

Jungkook pulls away staring at you with a lustful gaze, his hands moving up to caress your face, “ Can’t believe we are doing this,” he says, laughing in disbelief.

“ Mmm, same.  Something about you signing the papers and paying the deposit turned me on,” you kiss his cheek, while stroking him in your hands.

He groans, tossing his head back showing his bare neck for a quick second, “ Yeah?” He gives you a boyish smile. “ When I saw you walking up the stairs. Kinda wanted to fuck you right there,” he kisses your neck. He moans your name when you insert his cock into your tight entrance. 

“ Next time, do it. Take me anywhere in our new house,” you hold his head close to your neck. Feeling him sucking on your skin, probably marking his love for you. “ Are you gonna fuck me like your little housewife?” Smiling to yourself when you hear him groan your name. You breath out heavily, thighs shaking as you move up and down on his cock.

Jungkook's hands wrap around your waist tightly, thrusting up into you. “ My little housewife,” he whispers to himself. It doesn’t necessarily fit your image, due to the fact that you have a high paying job and you guys aren’t even married but it turns him on. There’s something a little demeaning about it and it twisted as it sounds he wants to continue with this little act you proposed. “ Gotta have you wearing nothing but an apron on,” he snarkily smiles up to you. 

His hard thrust is making you jostle in his arms, and you cry even more just imagining him fucking you from behind as you cook him dinner. “ Yeah what else would you want from me, my lovely husband,” you put your hands to the car ceiling trying to keep yourself ahold. 

His heart does a little jump at the word of husband, he knows it’s only you teasing but he loves the way it comes out of your mouth. “ Mmm, you have to be waiting on your knees when I come home from work,” he says while one of his hands trails up your neck lightly squeezing it. “ Fuck your mouth since you’re a needy slut waiting for her husband like a good wife.” 

Your walls tighten when you hear him speaking nothing but filth to you. His thrust hits the spot that makes you drool and eyes rolling back. “ Fuck Jungkook,” you whisper. The car is probably moving from how hard Jungkook is fucking. If someone were to walk by they can obviously tell that you guys are doing the nasty, but you don’t care, this is your last day in this apartment complex.

Jungkook looks at your tits bouncing and his mouth does his best at sucking at them. He moans around it loving the feeling of your nipple in his mouth. His eyes look up at you staring down at him, sucking it hard. His lips plops off your tit, “ Are you gonna come for me, my pretty little housewife?” He watches as you nod your head up and down, holding the car ceiling as your life depends on it. He wants to remember this moment forever. His hand holds your soft tit, fingers pinching your nipple, while his mouth goes back to the other nipple sucking it softly. Your walls squeeze his cock tight as you come around it while moaning his name loudly. He prays that the windows do a good job muffling your moans, but he doubts it.

Your hands come down brushing his hair back, “ Come in your wife,” your body is still shaking from the intense orgasm. “ Make good use of me,” you tell him. His eyes roll back at words. He sucks harder on your nipple and you hiss in pain and delight. He holds you tighter in his arms, thrusting in quick motions as he comes into you. 

The feeling of his come in your cunt makes you want him to fuck you all over again. Knowing that you are the only person in the world to have him inside you like this makes you prideful. The breaths die down and Jungkook is now sucking your nipples softly, humming around it. Your hands softly brushing his hair back, letting him do his thing. “ I didn’t know you would be so into the housewife role playing,” you laugh to yourself. 

His lips part from your tits, and he laughs with you. “ You're into it just as I was,” he pecks your boob one last time before taking his cock out of you. The semen slowly comes down your lips, his finger coming to massage it into your folds. His mouth waters wondering what you and him taste like together. He looks up, “ Wanna quit your job and I’ll wife you up?” he laughs when you swat his hand away.

[babymilkawa]

Hey ! I just discovered your account and just read your holiday sleepover headcannon with the bakusquad. Loved it sm. Is there any way you could do a headcannon snowball fight between the bakusquad and dekusquad and add a female y/n on the bakusquad side (with maybe something spicy between her and Bakugou 😆)? I think that would be so cute!

Oooo yess I like this

snowball fight headcanons with:

bakugou katsuki (feat. bakusquad & dekusquad)

fem!reader

it’s your day off and y’all decide to play in the snow cos why not

bakugou is hypeD like getting himself prepped in your dorm and talking about how he’s gonna crush dEKuu while throwing air punches

u guys decide that quirks will be allowed and ur quirk is flexibility which is useful for defense

bakugou and his competitive ass is talking about how he’s gonna CruSh everyone and that it’s every man for themselves “except you babe, I'll protect you” with a smack to your ass 🍑

SIR first off y/n doesnt need protecting and you do realize that you can’t go against your own teammates??? 🙄

when it’s finally time, both teams come out and shake hands except bakugou’s giving everyone a death grip and tryna crush their bones so “their hands will be so numb they won’t even be able to pick up a snowball” 😠

your only protection are the trees and you’ve decided to hide behind one to form multiple snow balls and to avoid using your quirk unless necessary

we have bakugou just screaming with his whole chest and charging towards the boundary line, successfully hitting poor Iida in the face

“TAKE THAT 4 EYES”

boy is trying SO HARD to get Todoroki but he’s got his own ice barrier up

and Midoriya is nowhere to be seen actually because he’s using the same tactic as you and hiding with tsui 

Uraraka’s jumping from tree to tree and using her quirk to throw the snowballs

which confuses the hell out of denki like “where are they coming from??”

10 minutes in, everyone’s gotten at least a few bruises except you, Midoriya, and kiri

kiri’s just been using his quirk and standing in the smack center lmaoo

sero has Iida tied up and he’s been cannonballing snowballs at him oh nooo😭

mina’s been using your snowballs and throwing them the classic way

but you wanna join in the fun too so you jump around while dodging Uraraka’s throws 

you land a couple of clean hits to the enemy and you were even able to spot midoriya peeking out from his hideout, throwing a snowball his way too

bakugou had also seen him and was JUST about to chuck him a snowball until he saw that someone else got him first

he was MAD and when he saw that it was you,,”Y/N I SWEAR TO GOD I TOLD YOU HE WAS MINE” 💥💥

corners you and rolls you around in the snow, tickling your sides 

you’re out of breath and trynna stuff that sailor mouth with snow

when he stops, he rests on top of you, his arms supporting his weight

seeing your face flushed and your nose red from the cold, he was just about to lean in for a kiss when Todoroki got him smack on the side of his face

you’re laughing your ass off and boy doesnt know who to be mad at

even Todoroki’s got a small smirk just as he’s about to aim one for you too

you’re thrown to the side and bakugou’s all “LEAVE HER ALONE BASTARD”

you guys had decided that winner team would buy hot cocoa but you ended up just calling it a tie

bakugou and you separate from the others and he buys the two of you warm drinks

you both take care of your bruises on your face, he’s trying his hardest to be gentle with you and winces every time u do

once you’re all snuggled up, he’s muttering about how he definitely won and that he’ll get u back for getting to deku first 😒

a/n: hope you liked it! requests are open!

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Omg!! I love those prompts! I read the awkward morning after prompt “Hi! You need to leave!” And I’m just picturing a friends to lovers thing with Rami and he totally forgot that Sami was coming over until he woke up the next morning. Sorry if that’s too specific, but you do you! I love your stuff so whatever you do will be great! ❤️

We LOVE guest appearances by Sami Malek on this blog ❤️❤️

Warning: mild sexual references

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Rami reluctantly swam toward consciousness; he was so warm and relaxed, and the silky-smooth back underneath his cheek felt so much better than the hundreds of hotel pillows he had woken up on over the last year.

This felt good . . . familiar.  

And that’s when Rami stopped swimming toward consciousness and cannonballed, jumping awake into such a state of alertness that he jostled the body who was half underneath him awake, too.

“Ouf,” the body muttered as it rolled over to reveal a pair of gorgeous breasts.

Rami’s mouth opened and shut as disbelief writ itself across his features.

When Y/N opened her eyes, they chased the wideness of Rami’s as he finally blurted out, “Hi!”

Blinking just to save herself from Rami’s huge, panicked stare, she murmured, “Hey.”

“You need to leave!” he screeched, his voice cracking before he cleared his throat like he hadn’t just sounded like a pubescent boy.

“Uh, good morning to you too?” she said, irritation mounting as she sat up on her elbows and fixed him with a glare.

“Don’t make that face. Please don’t make that face. Oh my god!” Rami moaned as he scrambled out of bed and started flinging clothes in her direction, clearly not caring if they were hers or his as a pair of boxer-briefs connected with her face.

“Rami—what the hell?” she said, still not moving.

“Please. You have to go! Sami is coming—”

“Ram? You awake?” an identical but calm voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs.

“Ohhh,” Rami moaned, his voice cracking again as he scrambled into his pants sans the underwear that were now clutched in her hand.  

He flew over to his bedroom door and slammed it shut behind him. He almost made it safely down the stairs, but she heard the tell-tale skid and thud that indicated he either collided with his twin or missed the last few steps.

“What the fuck,” she muttered, tossing his underwear and finally getting up to gather her clothes.

While Rami and Y/N hadn’t been completely sober last night, they weren’t fucked up enough to have gone to bed without each of them adamantly consenting to the shift in their relationship. They had hung around together within the same friend group throughout high school and had kept in occasional contact.

When an exhausted Rami had shown up at a shared favorite hangout, Y/N chalked it up to serendipity. They spent several hours catching up, considering Rami had just gotten back from a press tour for his latest movie. However, by the time they were kissing and fumbling their way up to his bedroom, it was clear he’d gotten more than a second wind by the unbridled way he had fucked her silly.

Now, dressed and unable to resist learning the reason for Rami’s odd behavior, Y/N cracked open his bedroom door and listened.

He was trying to usher his brother out of the house but Sami was having none of it.

“Who the fuck do you have up there, the Pope?”

“Please—just let it go.”

“Since when do we keep secrets from each other,” Sami asked, an edge of hurt in his voice.

“Please,” Rami begged. “I’ll explain later. Please go.”

Feet started to ascend the stairs, so she quickly shut the door as gently as possible and rushed to grab her bag, only to realize that it was still on the kitchen island.

With nothing left to do, she took a hasty seat on the edge of the bed and adjusted her messy hair as the door flung open and the other Malek twin entered the room with the one she had just slept with hot on his heels.

Her eyes met Sami’s and she raised her brow as she uttered, “Hi, Sami. Fancy meeting you here.”

Sami started laughing, laughing so hard that he actually bent over and put his hands on his knees.

Rami pushed past him so he could turn and face him.

“You’re not mad?”

Sami chuckled for another moment, then straightened, his cheeks red and his eyes shining with tears.

“We made that pact our junior year of high school, Rami. I’d say it’s about time one of us—uh,” Sami cut himself off, realizing he was about to say something vulgar, given that the person it was about was now standing, arms crossed, glowering at both boys.

“Ya wanna fill me in, Ram?”

“No—but I think I have to now,” he said, slowly turning to face Y/N. “Sami and I both wanted to get with you during junior year. We fought about it for weeks until Dad got so sick of our shit, he threatened to ground us from prom until we worked it out. Long story short, we made a pact that neither one of us would ask you out. Ever.”

“Ever?” you questioned amusedly, the corners of your lips twitching as you looked at Sami.

“Apparently Rami takes pacts seriously.”

“I feel like a fucking idiot now,” Rami said, crossing to his bed and flopping down on it.

“If you ever decide you want to date the smart one, you know where to find me,” Sami said with a wink and a teasing grin before he turned and walked down the hallway to the stairs.

She laughed and called out, “Bye Sami! Good to see you again!” before turning back to the bed and smacking Rami hard on the thigh.

“Ouch!” he yowled.

“That’s for making me think you regretted last night!”

“You mean you don’t?” Rami said, sitting up as he rubbed his leg.

“I’m not sure now that I know I’ve got options,” she said with a smirk.

“You were never supposed to find out about that. I was going to call him later and break the news in a … less visually explicit fashion.”

“I think he took it pretty well,” she said, reaching for the bottom of her shirt. “Can we try the whole waking up together thing again?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” Rami said, dragging her into bed and launching her onto her back so quickly that she squealed with laughter, which died in her throat as Rami kissed her, this time, with a clear conscious.

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Cabin In The Woods (C2)

Chapter 2- Forgiveness

Summary: A three-parter based off of the 2x14 promo /// The Core Four attend a luxury weekend to Veronica’s family’s cabin to relax and unplug. Little do they know, relaxing is the exact opposite of what they’re going to do as secrets are revealed and a new danger is just around the corner.

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Jughead sat melancholily in front of the weeping lake, his mind a wreck. He wondered if he decided to jump in, would he find himself in another world, different and better. Would it be like walking through the Looking-Glass? Probably not. Although, he did seem to have a growing urge to swim in the filled cavern.

The silence around him seemed to be smothering these thoughts, smothering his very existence. It encouraged him to imagine things he really didn't want to be imagining. Things like Archie's hands on Betty's hips, their lips slowly engulfing one another...

"Jughead?!"

The timid, yet loud and clear voice reached his earlier-deafened ears, slicing up his imaginings. He could pinpoint that voice from a mile away. It sounded desperate, but with undertones of soft comfort. It felt and sounded like home, the good parts anyway. It sounded like Betty Cooper.

She found him near the lake, peering down at it with a cold stare ripped across his features. The sight made her tremble inwardly, knowing it was her doing that made him like this. It was a make or break situation, whether they'd talk it through or end everything. Would they decide to sink into their hidden, dark personas, or would they grasp desperately onto the small hint of light that seeped out of the two?

"Juggie?" Betty whispered, approaching her boyfriend.

She noted his beanie that was rarely absent from his head, now grasped tightly in his right hand. She silently prayed that this meant they'd take the conversational route and talk things out. She couldn't lose him. Hesitantly, she sat next to him, Jughead's stare focusing on the view in front.

The two youths sat in the quiet for a while, taking in the scenery. Betty could see how intently Jughead was focusing on the gloomy lake, like it was an old familiar friend. So she too peered at it. However, she struggled to pay attention to the rippling molecules of the water due to the reflection that the mirroring surface provided.

In its reflection, dark stripes of blue and gold seemed to hypnotise the surface, causing her to look up. The sky above burst with colour of both warm and cold tones. Splashes of deep-blooded orange and crimson swam around the base of heavy-hearted blues and blacks. The two different tones seemed to battle each other in some sort of peaceful, civil war. However, Betty could spot the smudge of pink seeping from the cracks of the battle, like a tranquil referee, bestowing a type of peace treaty.

"The sky looks amazing tonight," Betty spoke after a while of fragile and tension-filled silence.  Jughead didn't reply. The blond eyed him carefully, swallowing before speaking again.

"I've never seen it look like this before." Still no reply. So she tried again.

"I didn't even know it could become some of these colours. All at once, I mean." Silence. "Funny though. The blues with the gold-"

"What happened between you and Archie?" Jughead's voice spoke fast. So fast, he wondered how he'd managed to not trip over any of the words, like he usually would. He heard Betty sigh.

"I'm sorry, Jug. It didn't mean anything," she began, steadily. "We weren't together when it happened. I would never betray you like that."

Another silence began to creep up, lingering in the chilled air.

"When?" Jughead enquired after a few agonising minutes.

"The night we caught The Black Hood." Betty waited for Jughead to say something else, but realised he was waiting for her to expand. So she did.

"Archie and I were sat in the car after questioning Nana Rose. Everything... was a mess. I was freaking out and he held my hands to calm me down. He was just there. He said we'd save Mr Svenson and bring The Black Hood down for good." The blonde paused as she thought of the memories, noticing Jughead listening intently. For once, he wore a face she couldn't read. Betty continued.

"I was scared. We both were. We didn't know what was going to happen. For all we knew, we could have died. It just happened." She felt Jughead tense.

"So you slept with him?" Jughead whispered, vulnerability lacing his voice.

Betty's eyes widened in shock, her eyebrows furrowing in surprise.

"What? Of course not!"

"But Veronica said-"

"No, Juggie. We kissed. That's it." Betty  tenderly placed her hand on his cheek, turning her body towards his. He didn't resist, yet remained in his position. "A simple 'my life is in danger and so is yours' kiss that didn't mean anything."

"So why didn't you tell me when I asked you if you'd done anything with anyone else?" Jughead grumbled, his eyes finally meeting hers in annoyance. "I told you about Toni, but you lied. Why?"

"To be honest, Jug, I just forgot. Because it didn't mean anything. So I just answered, I don't know, subconsciously, I guess." Betty then paused, taking a deep breath and speaking the following words with great hesitance. "And when I realised, I still didn't want to tell you because... I didn't want to disappoint you."

"Disappoint me?" Jughead echoed in confusion. Betty withdrew her hand and tucked her legs into her chest, wrapping her arms around them and resting her chin on her knees.

"At your birthday party. When you said that stuff about me being with you because I was waiting to be with Archie. I didn't want you to think that was true. Because it isn't." The blonde could feel her nails begin to curl into her palms, sharp edges grazing the soft, pillowy skin. Until she felt a different hand grasp hers, one that felt foreign to her own self-deprecating ones, yet like home. She looked down to find Jughead's hand intertwined with hers, his thumb stroking it absentmindedly.

"I really am sorry, Jug. If I could take it back, I would. You're the one I love. Please, don't be mad." Betty saw something in his eyes soften as they dove deep into hers. He pulled his hand away and tucked a piece of her cascading locks behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek.

"Say that again." The beanie-less boy whispered, his eyes soft yet darkening with something Betty couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Don't be mad?" Betty asked again, not fully understanding. This earned a slight chuckle from Jughead's part.

"No, the other thing." Betty frowned for a second until she realised what he'd meant. She let out a relieved smile.

"I love you, Jughead Jones." Her hand returned to his face, softly cupping it as he stroked her cheek with his. "I love you so much-"

Betty let out a squeal as Jughead's lips captured her own and brought them tumbling down onto the ground from the force. Specks of dirt gathered in Betty's hair as her head softly met the ground, Jughead's form hovering above hers. But she didn't care, all she cared about was his lips on hers and the fact that he'd forgiven her. Jughead Jones had forgiven her.

After a few minutes he pulled away, his face within centimetres above hers.

"I'm not mad. The situation you guys were in was crazy, and I'm just glad you didn't get hurt." The boy grinned, love filling his darkened, protective orbs. He ran a hand through her hair as they both sat up. "Sorry, Betts. You just washed your hair and I got dirt in it."

That sparked something mischievous in the blonde's eyes. Her teeth came down and trapped her bottom lip in a knee-weakening bite, as she slowly stood up.

"Guess I'll just have to wash it again." She whispered, and began grabbing at the hem of her shirt.

Betty slowly brought her shirt further up her stomach, never breaking eye contact with the bashful boy in front of her. She saw him gulp before pulling the shirt over her head, discarding the fabric onto the floor. Giggling to herself as she noticed Jughead's eyes fixated on the black bralette from earlier, she swiftly tugged down her jeans. Once she was left in just her underwear, Betty gently grabbed Jughead's hand and began leading him further towards the lake.

"Come on." She laughed, beckoning him seductively.

Before Jughead knew what was happening, the blonde beauty dove elegantly into the lake, small splashes hitting him at the impact. Suddenly, the lagoon didn't seem as dark with dismay as he saw Betty's delicate form gliding under the surface.

As she came up, she let out an exclamatory giggle. Jughead swore that sound made him fall in love with her all over again.

"Come on, Juggie. What are you waiting for?" God she was so sexy.

Jughead scrambled clumsily to remove his jeans and shirt, kicking off his shoes so he was left in his boxers. He tripped over his clothes a few times, earning more giggles from his girlfriend. Then, he hurriedly jumped into the lake, the whole area splashing violently from the impact of his cannonball in true Jughead style. Betty squealed as the splashes covered her.

She looked around at where the boy had landed, frowning as she failed to spot him.

"Jug?" The blonde yelled after a few moments. No reply. Frantically, she once again peered around at the lake, looking into its deep abyss.

What the-

All of a sudden, she felt something fleshy and hard snake around her torso. Betty let out a small, surprised scream as her boyfriend popped up from the water right in front of her. She jokingly smacked at his forearm, laughs escaping the wide smile on her face.

"God, Betts, it's freezing!" Jughead exclaimed, bringing his chest closer to hers in hope to exchange body heat. Concern seemed to flood his face as he began to rub his girlfriend's arms in an attempt to warm her up a bit, large hands caressing her body. She grinned sweetly at the gesture.

"Its fine." She wrapped her arms around his neck as they bobbed up and down in the water. Leaning close, she whispered in his ear, "look up."

As he did so, the sky had seemed to change drastically. It was now a solid dark blue stretched over the entire area, that seemed to carry on for miles and miles. However, it was now brightly lit by thousands of shining stars, each one gently blinding to the naked eye. The view was breathtaking.

"I know." Betty's voice whispered, taking note of his astonished reaction. "I've never seen something so beautiful."

Jughead peered at her as she stared up at the twinkling sky. She looked like a child at Christmas, an adorable adoration filling her features. And Jughead saw her. And he thought to himself.

"I have."

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"Why are you two wet?" The sharp tone of Veronica sliced into Betty and Jughead's love-filled bubble as they walked back into the cabin.

"We were in the lake." Betty spoke carefully, treading on eggshells around her friend. She knew she'd betrayed Veronica's trust, and she desperately wanted her forgiveness now she'd received Jughead's.

"Listen, V-"

"If you guys wanted to swim, you should have just told me. There's an amazing hot-tub here." Veronica smiled sweetly, confusion bubbling up in Betty as she frowned. "Go on, put on your suits and we'll all meet in there."

And with that, she began to flounce away, leaving the couple lingering in the doorway.

"Do you think she's okay?" Betty questioned Jughead, apprehension flooding her face.

"Maybe Archie explained everything." Jughead shrugged, placing a comforting arm over her shoulders. "Come on, that hot-tub sounds like fun right about now. I'm freezing."

With that, they walked towards their temporary bedroom, possessing a hope that Jughead was right. A hope that wished they could now just put everything behind them and start afresh, and begin to have fun together as friends. Little did they know, this was just the calm before the storm.

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Dustin the Matchmaker (Steve Harrington)

Steve Harrington x Reader

This is something I wrote today and idk I don’t hate it so here’s some Steve for ya!!

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?!” Dustin yelled out the second floor window, up to Steve who was standing on the edge of the roof precariously.

“Jumping into the pool, obviously….” Steve said, as if the concept was blatantly obvious.

“I can see that dumbass, I mean why?” Dustin replied with a think layer of sarcasm coating his every word.

“Oh you know,” Steve hesitated, “no reason.”

After hearing Steve’s reply he looked down to the pool and saw a group of girls, sitting and talking. Among that group were all of Dustin’s sister’s, Y/N, friends. In this group were a couple girls that Dustin saw as familiar, but couldn’t name, and Nancy. After making this observation, Dustin yelled up to Steve, “Get down here, I have a question!”

“Just a second,” Steve said, just before he yelled, “CANNONBALL!!!” and plummeted off the roof and into the pool below.

In a fraction of a second, there was a loud splash, some shrieking, and a “you’re a dumbass, Steve!” coming from one of the girls, presumably Y/N.

“Come on, let’s go inside,” Y/N said as you gestured the girls towards the door, as Y/N walked behind the girls she giggled in the direction of Steve and shook her head, clearly amused by his antics, but not wanting to show that to her friends. This gave Dustin a whole new perspective on the situation, he thought that Steve was trying to get Nancy back, even though she was happily with Jonathan, but now, as he looked to see a shit-eating grin on Steve’s face, saw that he was really trying to impress his sister.

Dustin ran down the stairs, and out the back door, almost colliding with one of the unnamed friends of Y/N in the hallway. Once he was outside he stormed up to Steve with a snarl plastered on his face.

“Yo, what shit in your cheerios, that was awesome?” Steve said, still smiling like a maniac.

“No, that was most defiantly not awesome, have you no decency. Innocent little me out here thinking you were making a fool of yourself to try and win Nancy back, but no! You were trying to impress Y/N, my sister, right in front of me!” Dustin yelled.

Steve pointed his finger and took a breath, as if he was going to interject while Dustin took a breath, but Dustin started with a, “I’m not done yet mister.”

Dustin’s ranting lasted several minutes and ended with a tired, “What the hell, man?”

“Sorry little dude, tell me how you really feel. I just like her, and she thinks its funny when I do stupid stuff,” Steve explained.

“Listen, I like you, you used to be a trash bag person, but you’re cool now. You tried to help me with Max, you saved Lucas’s life, so I’ll let you date her,” Dustin said officially.

“You’ll let me?” Steve questioned.

“Yes, but if you so much as look in her the wrong way I will not hesitate to kick your ass so hard that you won’t see for a week, got it?”

“Got it.” Steve laughed.

“I’m not kidding.” Dustin declared.

After they’re little meeting, Steve left and Dustin got to work. He had to figure out a way to get Y/N and Steve together without being too obvious. Dustin thought that Y/N would be hard to convince, but as he was sneaking through the house he heard the group of girls talking.

“Ooooh so what happened?” A girl said.

“Yeah, come on Y/N, we all wanna know,” another said.

“Okay so, I was in the hall,” Y/N began, “ and he was there and I tripped and dropped by books, and then, he rushed over, and picked them up and said ‘Woah be careful, wouldn’t want to ruin the most beautiful face in the world’,“

After Y/N finished her story, all the girls began a chorus of squeals and “that’s so cute”’s.

“Shit.” Dustin thought to himself, heading out of the house, to his bike and riding over to Steve’s.

As soon as Dustin arrived he dropped his bike, ran up to the door, and banged on it while yelling, “Steve! Steve! Code red, code red!”

Steve opened the door, with an exasperated expression, “What, what, what, what could have possibly changed in the 20 minutes I’ve been gone!”

Dustin, looking frustrated, began, “A, It’s been 15 since you left, it took me 5 minutes to bike her, B, a lot could have changed.”

“Alright what is it,” Steve said as he signaled Dustin to come in.

After a couple minutes of explaining the story, Steve’s face lit up.

“That was me,” Steve whispered to himself.

“Now I know you’re heartbroken, but I do need to figure out who this guy is, I don’t want my sister to get used by some douchebag,” Dustin rambled as Steve began again.

“That was me,” he said, only a little louder this time.

“I know she’s a strong, smart, independent woman, but I just want to look out for her, wait what?!” Dustin stopped.

“That was me!” Steve yelled.

“Well, why are you still here!!!”

“Thanks Dustin!” Steve yelled as he grabbed his keys and ran out.

“I guess they can call me Dustin the matchmaker now,” Dustin said to himself just before he walked out of the house, and began to bike home.

When Steve pulled up to the house, the groups of girls were just leaving.

Steve parked the car and ran up to the door where Y/N was standing in the frame talking to Nancy as she was just leaving.

“Okay, we defiantly have to hang out again soon,” Nancy said, walking to her car, and walking down the path from the door to the driveway.

“Yes, for sure!” Y/N replied, and flashing a confused smile when she saw Steve approaching. “Hey Steve?” She questioned.

“Hey Y/N, I was just-t uhh wondering if maybe,” Steve stuttered, “you might want to go out with me? Uhh Saturday night?”

“Yeah, totally” Y/N said, with a huge smile on her face. “I was hoping you would, ummm, do that soon.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” Steve rushed, “but when Dustin told me what he heard- shitttttt, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Y/N looked wide eyed and slightly angry, “he what!?!”

“He heard you telling a story, and he figured out that I liked you when I jumped off the roof so he told me and I realized it was me and now I’m here.”

“Oh, great, he’s so dead.” Y/N grumbled.

Almost as soon as she said that Steve spotted Dustin biking down the street. As she pulled into the drive way he said, “How are things, lovebirds,” and then did his little growl.

“Oh great, Steve was just telling me a story of someone, named Dustin coincidentally, eavesdropping on his sister, and telling the story he heard to a guy that she liked. But it couldn’t be you, could it?” Y/N asked inquisitively.

“Thanks Steve, trying to do you a favor and this is how you treat me,” Dustin said, deadpan as Steve had the biggest grin on his face.

“Alright tough girl lets not kill your brother,” Steve said, hugging Y/N and heading out on his way.

“No jumping off any roofs before Saturday, I don’t want the most beautiful face in Hawkins to be broken!” Y/N called out to the car as Steve began to pull off. He smiled and waved. Y/N closed the door and turned to Dustin who was sitting on the couch reading a comic book.

“Isn’t it funny how things work out?” Dustin said, not looking up from the pages.

“Yeah so funny,” Y/N replied, while picking up a pillow, and smacking her brother in the face. Y/N laughed and the little hit turned into a full out pillow war.

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The cottage - Vol'raka and Reshka

She caught me as I was carrying a cradle into my new little cottage  above the Ravenwolf Cove.  It was a little dark outside, but it was early morning and there was a bit of mist still around.  I had wanted an early start since I may only have a few weeks to get this new little home ready.  

The house was built quickly enough, fuckin’ efficient if you ask me but dwarves are industrious little shits.  They weren’t quite done, but I could get in what I needed to before heading back to Pandaria to check on Naddja later that day.  What I could carry and move on my own I would, who knows when I would be able to return to the Vale of Blossoms.  I chose to leave my raptors there with hired hands for a while, until things settled down.  

For now I had a tiny little Mag’har woman squealing at me as she and her hyena, two wolves and a white pup came barreling at me.  My little cousin, Reshka, knocked me over like the tiny cannonball that she is.  At least I had gotten a few seconds warning to put down the cradle.  As I landed flat on my back, braid in the dirt and Reshka's form gripping me around the middle, I took a moment to hug her back as tightly as she hugged me, that ever snarky mouth running a mile a minute.

“Spirits, I didn't believe it.  When I heard… The Admiral brought in a big troll with green hair...  They described you pretty good!”  She had the good grace to speak in Zandali.  It was easier for me and she needed practice.  Her ability to speak it was going to be helpful when I needed to teach my child languages.   “Heard what?  And your accent sucks, use your tongue more often.  Its supposed to sound like a  song when you speak, not like you have rocks in your mouth.”  I teased her gently, her tongue sticking out at me as she stood up.  News always traveled fast for some reason in Coves, I had expected that as soon as I joined, someone would start running their mouth.  I sat up as I spoke, dusting myself off and towering over her, almost twice her size.  I smirked, leaning against the cottage wall and hiding the cradle behind me.  It was colder here, so a heavy kilt and furs were wrapped around my legs, making it a bit easier to do so.   “People with waggling tongues say a fuckton, Reshka."

“You left your old company for whatever reason and found the Admiral.  Did you come here because I’m here?”  Her pup was sniffing around behind me, wolves and hyena better trained and smart enough to stay back from a predator that was not that much of a threat.  I kept an ear on where the pup was as she looked up at me.  “Everything ok?  I thought you had a cushy place up in the Vale?”

“I left my old company and home for my own reasons, kid.  I might go back home, but not to that company.  We can talk about it inside?  Kinda cold.  Grab a box…  OI!”  

I turned quickly and picked her pup up by the scruff.  The little male tucked its tail between its legs and whimpered as I stared it in the face.  Holding it within inches of my nose, I gave a gentle warning growl to let it know I was the bigger predator before he marked his territory on the cradle.  "Training needed.  No pissing on things, wolf."

Reshka came over to grab the small wolf and stopped .  I had turned and picked up the cradle with one hand and a bundle of furs in the other.  She looked between the wooden cradle, me and back again.  It was then that my cousin, one I was raised with for a few years, caught the basket that would be hung from the rafters.    

“Vol’raka.  Why do you have things for a baby?  Wasn’t this..  I saw this at Jura’s house.”  Brown fingers picked up the basket, finding the other woven basket that many trolls used to carry their young in.  “This is Jura’s daughter’s…”  Her hands went through a box that held a colorful woven sling, a basket to carry the child, blankets, small toys, changing clothes, and anything Jura could part with as his daughter was only a year old.  She finally held up a bone rattle with beads, leather and feathers attached.  It was a traditional naming day gift.

“And now it is my child’s.  Get in the damn house.”  I picked up the basket and all, wandering through the door and placing it all to a corner that I was stashing everything until I could sort it.   Hot on my heels was the redheaded Mag’har, pets and all.

“Vol’raka.  Last I knew..  You liked guys.  And you have a mate, right..  Xiao's male....”

I busied myself, going out to grab more boxes to bring the last inside before I spoke to her.  Reshka would hear me out, I hoped.  I was not going to argue, with anyone on this.  I was going to go it alone if I had to.  At this point, I may have to.  As I stepped out for the last I called out to her.  

“Make a fire, smoke’s in the leather bag by the door.  We’ll talk.” When I came in with the last of the boxes I had that day, Reshka already had a fire started in the hearth for the main living space.  She had already filled the bowl of my pipes and took a long hit.  She knew the very specific smell of Kit's herb.  I chuckled, pulling out some wrapped pastries to share once she got hungry.  The pup and her pets curled up next to her, the larger once snoozing as the little one flopped around on its back.   “Your mate know you like shaman’s smoke?  Dumbuss, I think.  The Admiral already called me practically family at this point so it must be serious.”  She pulled the pipe away, smiled, blew smoke from her nose and gave me the finger.  “I’m not even gonna guess if that's a yes or no.  Hand it over, I am gonna enjoy it while I can.”  As she handled it over, the little Mag'har stared across the fire at me, considering.  We’d never been extremely close, but we counted each other as friend.  I knew that face, mentally preparing myself for questions.   “As Auntie Kit once told me: Time to spill the burdens of your soul.  You and your little guy adopt a fuzzy little one?  War orphan?  Didn't think you were a babies kinda troll.  That whole thing with them being breakable and little and all.” I shook my head and took a heavy hit, holding it in as long as I could before blowing out through my mouth.  “None of the above.  If he forgives me, maybe one day.  Until then, no."  I took another hit of shaman's smoke and exhaled it slowly from my nose.  "I was stupid and am dealing with the consequences.”  I recounted to her about my time after Sath, before Xiao.  I didn’t remember a damn thing about it, but the proof was in the pudding.  In this case, the proof would join me in this little house in a few weeks.  "I don't remember anything other than getting drunk with Jura in Ratchet.  Kit and Jura both say its mine.  I'll take the word of a farseer and a druid, not just some random chick.   “Wait..  You got drunk?  You DRANK liquor?  That’s a first..  And.. knocked some Zandalari chick up?  You got it up for a GIRL.” “Fuck off, Reshie.  She looks male..  I was blackout drunk.  I DID NOT plan this..”  I put my pipe down, hanging my head.  “I made a mistake.  She doesn’t want it.  I won't have my child raised in an orphanage.  I’m TRYING to be responsible here.”  My hand covered my face, hiding the fear and apprehension.  “I don’t know if I can do this, but I have to.  I need to accept what I did and make sure the.."  I stopped, inhaling air as deeply as I could as I looked up at one of those I counted family, though she was not related by blood.  "I need to make sure that my baby is taken care of.”  When I looked in her eyes, I could see her eyes watch the emotions on my face.  “I am petrified of this.  I don’t have anyone else to rely on.”  That's how it felt for the last week. Standing up and coming closer, Reshka smacked me upside the head and shook a finger at me.  “Bwonsamdi’s ass you don’t.  Family is that which you choose.  Mother and Mama Azu got that into our heads.  All of us.  I’ll help, I am sure Kit can help.  Jura gave you stuff so he already is.  Those who really consider you family will.  Your kid is part our family.”  I gave a weak smile as she patted my back and went to pick up the basket that would be hung from the rafter  It was a little ragged and I was terrible at anything to do with sewing.  “I can fix this, get some blankets.  You will need stuff for the house.” “All that’s coming.”   It was all I could say to the grinning huntress, the one I had gifted a stick as she made her way out into the world.  “I will send stuff up tomorrow.  Let me know if you need things, not for the kid, and we’ll find em.  There is a library, should have books on how to take care of babies and I remember you liked to read.  Anyone else know?” “You, Kit and Jura.” With a nod and look of resolution on her face, Reshka I knew had my back.  My family would be with me.  Perhaps one day the one I was engaged to would come back, maybe forgive me for this.  But for now, it was enough that I was not gonna go this alone.

I waited until Reshka had gone to tend her own business before I broke down.   Maybe I can do this.

[therealestvc]

Special Friday the 13th for OITNG

"Chloe! I'm serious if you find a penny you are supposed to pick it up and all day long you'll have good luck" Max quips reading off the list of superstitions. Chloe,Max,Rachel, and Victoria were going to cabin ground for the weekend...ironically the day they were going was Friday the 13th, Max had been spending the last hour reading Chloe superstitions from a list she found on google. The list was: 1.Find a penny,pick it up... 2.Don't walk under a ladder 3.Rabbits foot will bring you good luck 4.Don't cross the path of a black cat 5.Don't you dare break a mirror 6.Step on a crack, break your mothers back 7.no opening umbrellas inside Of course...like Chloe does she starts making fun out of it and mocking Max for her superstitious ways. "Oh my gosh! Maxie pad, I think I just saw a black cat...we are so screwed" Chloe mocks laughing her ass off. "Where?!" Max looks around scared out of her mind. Victoria takes notice of this and reaches in the backseat without taking her eyes off the road and smacks Chloe upside the head(how did she do that? I don't know). "Leave her alone!! You know she gets like this on Friday the 13th" Victoria yells at Chloe. Rachel however was laughing her ass off at the whole exchange, she was enjoying every moment of this. "Chloe stop messing with Max and let's play a game on my phone. Vicky how long til we get there?" Rachel lets Chloe pick the game then turns her attention to Victoria who checks the gps. Victoria looks at the gps "about 15 minutes, Cleo I still can't believe your parents let you go after that little stunt at the mall" "CHLOE...my name is Chloe and yeah well I didn't tell them. They only think I'm staying at Rachel's dorm for the weekend" Chloe says before looking back at the game on Rachel's phone. The car is silent after that comment because they all know that Chloe doesn't have the best track record with lying. Max looks out the window, she notices a sign that reads "now entering campground". The campsite looked like out of that movie Friday the 13th...coincidence? I think not. They parked at a small area by the lake that had enough space for two tents. The four of them got out of the car and went to the trunk to get the camping supplies. Obviously Rachel and Chloe were going to share a tent...Victoria and Max were going to share one. "Guys! We should go swimming!" Rachel excitedly says getting her swimsuit out of her luggage. The rest of them agreed and went to get their swimming suits. Once they were all dressed in swimming attire, they went to the lake. The lake looked really pretty, it overlooked the horizon. "COWLA BUNGA!!!" Rachel shouted cannonballing into the lake making a big splash. The other three laughed. The rest of them jumped into the lake. "This is so nice" Max declares swimming around. "Yeah, I wish we could do this every weekend...classes are so stressful" Victoria agrees floating in the water. They swam and played in the water for about 30 minutes before Victoria complained about the change in water temperature. "I'm getting cold...let's go back to the tent Maxine" Victoria gets out drying off. Max got out of the water and dried off then followed Victoria back to the tent. Chloe and Rachel splashed around more after the two left. "I dare you to swim over to that little island" Chloe says while pointing at a small island about 20 feet away from them. "Psh, that's easy" rachel says then starts swimming towards the island. Rachel reaches the island touching the land then starts swimming back to Chloe...she decides to play a little prank on Chloe then goes under the water like she is being pulled under. Chloe immediately freaks out and starts swimming where she saw rachel being pulled from under. "Rach? Rach? Rachel!? Where are you?!" "Max! Vicky! Come quick!" She shouts to the other two who come from the tent with tired eyes. "What is it? Cleo can't you see we were sleeping?" Victoria grumpily asks. Chloe rolls her eyes at Victoria messing up her name. "Guys! Rachel disappeared!" She yells. "Okay, Chloe slow down what happened?" Max asks her. "Well...I dared her to swim over to that island over there and when she was coming back...she was pulled underwater." Chloe explains to the pair. They decide to take Chloe's word seriously and search around the area, suddenly the water bubbles and Rachel appears cackling up a storm. "Oh my gosh Chloe you are too gullible!! Ahahaha!!" "That's not funny Rach, I thought something happened to you" Chloe says pouting. "Aww I'm sorry...how about I make it up to you? When we get into the tent I'll-" Rachel finishes off whispering into Chloe's ear leaving Chloe flustered. "Uh-umm-I-umm-okay" Chloe rushes out the water pulling Rachel with her to the tent zipping it up. "Ugh...I do not want hear them" Victoria snarks. "Do you want to take a walk and explore the campground?" Max suggests. "Sure. why not?" Victoria shrugs then starting towards a trail with Max following toll. 20 minutes after doing stuff Chloe asked Rachel to grab their stuff from the pier since they rushed to the tent in such a hurry. The last thing she said to Rachel was to be careful. Of course Rachel laughed at this because Chloe could be dramatic sometimes. "She is soo silly." She says then hears a branch break. "Whose there? Chloe is that you? Stop playing around. Just cuz I got you doesn't mean you have to get me back". Chloe says to Rachel "you know you should be an actress. You are really good at fooling me" Chloe jokes coming out of the tent. "Now what is the problem?" Chloe asks her. "Nothing, I just thought I heard something" Rachel says. Chloe jokes "haha! Sure come on give me a break, let's go back to the tent and nap". She starts walking back to the tent, Rachel starts grabbing their stuff then goes to follow chloe when she hears a bubbling noise from the water. She turns around and out of the water is a man with a ski mask on his face and a machete. "AHHH!!!!!" Is heard when Chloe turns to the noise, she sees Rachel being picked up by the mysterious man then taken away to a wooded area, Chloe immediately runs after them but stops when she can't find them. Quickly she runs back to their campsite around the same time Max and Victoria come back from their walk. "Where's Rachel?" Max asks a distressed Chloe. "Sh-she uh umm guy...and she-and screams" Chloe manages to get out due to her shocked state. "Chloe what happened to Rachel?" Max urgently says to Chloe. "Th-the-there was this guy in a jumpsuit with a ski mask on his face carrying machete and he took Rachel" Chloe finally says coming out of her shocked state. Max and Victoria look at each other knowingly. "Chloe, I need to tell you something" Max says nervously. "Continue" Chloe encourages while sitting down at the picnic table. "Well, when we were walking...we ran into this old guy who said something about a camp legend. Apparently this campground used to be a kids campsite where this boy drowned in the lake. None of the counselors or kids helped him or anything. Legend has it that he gets resurrected every Friday the 13th and come to kill campers." Max explains about Friday the 13th. Chloe looks at her like 'are you serious?' Then starts laughing her ass off. "Maxiepad you've got to be kidding me that's ridiculous...you've been reading too much of this superstitions and myths. Vicky you better help Maxie over here with her delusions." She laughs kicking a stone on the ground. "Hey! Back off! She is serious, we looked at old news articles over the area...she isn't being delusional. Maybe Rachel left since your ass is too much to bear with." Victoria snarks to Chloe. "You take that back bitch" Chloe shots a retort back at Victoria getting in her face. "Or what? You are bluffing price" Vicky shots another one back. The two start arguing back and forth "Guys-umm-guys!!" "What is it Max!" They look over to her. "Look!" Their line of sight follows to where Max is pointing. Standing there with a machete and what looks like Rachel's bracelet is the mysterious guy. "Run!!!!" They take off into different directions to throw him off, Victoria runs for her life but snags her leggings on a branch getting stuck. "Help!! Someone please!!" She yells. She tries again getting her leggings out of the branch but to no avail. She stops struggling when she hears big footsteps, she looks up seeing the guy. "AHHHH!!!!!!" Is heard from all directions Chloe and Max run into each other. "Tori!!!" Max cries out. Nothing is said in response. Victoria was gone. "Come on!! She's long gone now like Rachel, we can't let him get us" Chloe urges Max to continue running. They start running again. They run into that reach what looks like an old camp cabin with dust and cobwebs everywhere. "I guess you weren't fucking around Maxie..." Chloe says cautiously. "Yeah I wasn't...we need to formulate a game plan because this guy well Jason is his name is really dangerous" Max looks around for any weapon and finds a bat and an old hunting knife. "Here you take this....I'll scoop out the area" Max hands chloe the bat then takes initiative and goes outside. "Maximus wait!" She's ready gone outside before Chloe can get to her. Ten minutes of quietness goes by when Chloe hears a girlish scream. She springs into action at that sound. When she reaches outside Max isn't there all that is left is a trail of blood and the knife. "Nooooooo!!!!!!!!!" Chloe drops on the ground screaming up to the sky. She gets up after 'mourning' over losing Max. "Jason wherever you are I'm going to kill you!" Chloe shouts grabbing her bat and knife then takes off in a run following the trail of blood. She reaches the end of the blood trail and end up at a lair so to speak then goes inside. The lair was full of newspaper clipping of killings at the campsite and of Jason's death. And a collection of items probably his victims. When she turns around, Jason is standing there with Max's hoodie in his hand almost mocking her. She runs towards him and hits him with the bat...the bat breaks, next she goes to stab him in the leg but all he does is stare at the knife in his leg then pulls it out then starts walking towards her. She breaks out into a run, looking behind her to see him catching up to her. 'Well fuck' she thinks then trips and falls over a large object, she looks and sees a body. She starts screaming then backs up and sees another body. She looks up and sees he's catching up to her, she gets up and starts running again. She is stopped at a deadend by a cliff. 'Wellup this is the end' she thinks awaiting her death she turns around seeing him. He puts his machete above his head, she is straying away from it then she hears "gotcha!" She looks up and sees Victoria, Max, and Rachel. 'What the actual fuck?' Chloe looks at them in confusion. "I thought he got you guys" Chloe says. "This is my dad's supervisor Greg" Victoria introduces the 'jason' to Chloe. "But how?" Chloe still confused asks. "Well, when you kept teasing me about my superstitions I told Victoria and we made a plan up then got Rachel into it" Max explains the situation. "I just wanted to teach you not to mess with me" Max declares. "Yeah hehe I'm sorry Maxiepad,I promise I won't tease you anymore about your superstitions" Chloe apologizes to her. "Ugh enough of the dramatics! Let's enjoy the rest of the weekend!!" Rachel shouts out. The others laugh then head back to their campground, they decide to have a barbecue. They all sit by the campfire and enjoy s'mores after eating their dinner. "Damn, you guys hella sure freaked me out with those special effects" Chloe quirks to them. Max,Rachel and Victoria all look at each other in shock. Max asks "what special effects?" Chloe laughs then says "you know the two dead bodies that I tripped over by the cliff". All three of the girls looked at her in fear. "We didn't have any dead bodies as props" Victoria says. All four of them look around in fear, suddenly a groan is heard they turn around and look. Greg had left a while ago...who is this? They all scream then head to Victoria's car with whatever they could bring. What an eventful weekend.