#i took some pictures where i look like i’ve literally been swimming wrapped up in a lesbian flag

[indigogirled]

omg hiiiii babe how was ur day did u have fun at pride <3

also it's like 11 where u live GO TO BED AND SLEEP WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PRIDE WAS SO FUN i’m exhausted 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🤰🤰

[binunus]

afk | yoon sanha (m)

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a/n y..oon...sanha...really do be acting up...also idk why but whenever I think of husband!sanha I can’t seem to write anything which is why I’ve been staring at this request literally for the longest time, but when I think of like just bf!sanha I get so many ideas...is it me? am I just weird?? maybe it’s bc I’m literally not in a headspace to think about marriage or commitment sksksk but uh yeah thank you for coming to my ted talk

{request: anther sanha husband smut please? 🥺 the one u wrote was so good ‘m not a creative person so the plot coulld be as you wish 😼}

→ pairing: idol bf!sanha x f!reader

→ genre: fluff, smut

→ tw: unprotected sex (conceal before you feel loves), reader riding sanha as he’s playing his game oops...and 00 line is on the other end hehe, dirty talk?? well...sanha tried okay, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, embarrassment

→ word count: 4k _____________________________________________

*afk → away from keyboard* for all my non-gamers :) I’m not a gamer, I just live with them...

Your POV

You were ecstatic, a little jump in your step as you neared your boyfriend’s dorm. You haven’t seen him in almost a month due to his busy schedule and comeback preparations. You were excited for him and his group, one of the perks of dating an idol member was knowing the secrets and spoilers of his plans long before they were revealed to the public. But with those perks also came the disadvantages of not being able to see your boyfriend as much as you’d like to, or even be open with your relationship in general. 

Anyway, you were excited to see him. The text messages, phone calls, and FaceTimes could only satisfy you for so long, seeing Sanha in person was a completely different story. The last time you saw him was before he dyed his hair from black to the sleek dark red that it was now. 

As soon as you received the text from your boyfriend asking if you were free to come over, you literally dropped everything that you were doing and got dressed to leave your apartment. You arrived at his dorm within thirty minutes, not wasting any precious time that you could be spending with him.

You were warmly greeted by their eldest, Myungjun’s excited tone alerting the others about your appearance. “y/n! We haven’t seen you in so long!”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around him in a hug, giggling as he lifted your body and shook you around, “I know, oppa! It’s so good to see you! You look so good! I’m excited for your album to come out.”

“Oh you cutie, stop it.” He beamed, patting your head as he set you down. “Sanha’s playing games in his room right now. If you get bored of him, just come find me and I’ll entertain you.”

“Will do oppa,” You chuckled as you bounced in the direction of Sanha’s bedroom. Your heart rapidly beating in your chest as you opened the door, revealing your 6′1 sweet boyfriend who was sitting intently on his gaming chair. You felt the oxygen knocked away from your lungs as he turned his maroon head of hair to face you. You almost had to do a double take from actually seeing his new hair color in person. Sure he’s sent you a bunch of pictures as soon as he dyed it and you’ve seen it through video calls, but wow...was this good looking man really your boyfriend?

He held his hand out to you, smiling as you approached him. He moved the mic away from his mouth before kissing the back of your hand, “Hey baby, I’m just playing a match real quick and then I’m all yours, okay?”

You nodded excitedly and leaned in to press a kiss on the cheek which wasn’t being covered by his headset. Sanha squeezed your hand affectionately before you hopped on his bed, pulling out your phone to pass the time while you waited for him to finish his match. Every now and then, you would look over to observe him and his game. You noticed that even his gaming setup has changed in the past month you haven’t seen each other, he was finally using the light-up keyboard you gifted him for your one year anniversary.

You could vaguely hear his friends through the headset, chuckling at his conversations with the esteemed ‘00 line. You found yourself grinning as Sanha furiously clicked away at the keyboard, even though your boyfriend is a famous idol, at the end of the day he was still just a regular young adult at heart who loved playing games.

You understood that this was probably one of his only ways of de-stressing as of recent, so you were pretty lenient about his gaming habits...

Until one match turned into two, which turned into three, and before you knew it, you’ve been waiting on his bed -- affection-starved -- for almost two hours. 

Your lips pursed in annoyance, huffing as you locked your phone and tossed it aside somewhere on his bed, standing to get some water. Sanha turned his head at your movement, his mouth opening a bit in shock as he watched you leave his room. At that moment, he knew your patience was running thin.

You saw Jinwoo and Bin in the kitchen, the two smiling as you joined them. You found yourself pouting as you waddled into Jinwoo’s arms which opened in a welcoming hug. With dating Sanha, you also had the opportunity of getting to know his group, gaining five older brothers who treated you like one of their own. You got babied by the five of them a lot since you were dating their baby.

You let out a sigh as you retrieved a glass of water, resting your head on Jinwoo’s shoulder as you took small sips. You’ve received more affection from the rest of Astro than you have from your own boyfriend during this whole visit so far. Bin cooed as he pinched your cheek, “Why do you look so upset?”

You rolled your eyes as you took another sip, “Sanha’s been playing his game for the past 2 hours, I don’t even know why he asked me to come over if he wasn’t at least going to talk to me.”

Jinwoo gave you a sympathetic smile, patting your head as he nodded, “You know how he is y/n. When he doesn’t have a schedule or practice, he’s practically glued to his computer chair.”

You groaned and finished the rest of your water, placing the glass in the sink before you rested your hands on your hips, “If he doesn’t stop playing after this match, I’m literally leaving.”

The two elder boys laughed, respectively patting your shoulder and rubbing your back. Bin chuckled, “You do what you have to do. You know, scold him for us too. His eyes are gonna go bad from looking at that monitor too much.”

You nodded, asking them to wish you luck as you went back into Sanha’s room. When you opened the door, you noticed his chair turned around so that his back was to the desk, the monitor on the loading screen, and Sanha on his phone. He looked up with that big puppy expression on his face when he knew he’s did something wrong. He quickly placed his phone on the desk, pulling you in towards him as soon as you were in arm’s reach. He gently squeezed your hands as you stood in between his legs, resting your weight on one foot. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You narrowed your eyes in the slightest, “And what are you sorry for?”

“For ignoring you and just playing my game...” Sanha said quietly hugging your waist. He nuzzled his face against your stomach as your hands went up to play with his hair, all annoyance fizzling away in an instant. Damn, he was too cute for you to stay mad at him. You sighed and kissed the crown of his head, “Sanha, we haven’t seen in each other in so long because of your comeback. If you want to invite me over, I sort of hope that we’re spending time together and I’m not just watching you play...is your game really that much more interesting than me?”

He shook his head against your body, his voice muffled as he immediately said no. The tiniest of smiles crept its way onto your face, endeared at how cute your boyfriend was.

And then you heard his best friend through the headset, ruining the soft mood in an instant. “Sanha load up, c’mon where are you?”

You let out a sigh, God dammit Bomin.

Sanha lifted his head to meet your eyes, he sensed your frustration again immediately. You pursed your lips, reading the conflict swimming through his pupils. You knew that he wanted to keep playing, but he didn’t wanna make you mad. And in Sanha’s perspective, he did honestly plan to spend time with you when he invited you over, but then Daehwi asked him to play a round and when he gets immersed in his game, he needs to play until he’s literally sick of it for the day. “Baby..?”

You averted your gaze for a moment in thought, an idea popping into your head. Humming, your fingers twirled a strand of his hair, “You can keep playing, baby.”

Sanha blinked at you in surprise, his eyes widening, “Really? You won’t get mad if--”

“But! I’m sitting on your lap. I haven’t gotten any cuddles from you in at least three weeks and I’m not going back to your bed without you.”

He nodded eagerly, satisfied with the win-win situation. Sanha grinned patting his lap as he spread his legs to give you room. You chuckled, maneuvering your body through the space of his chair as you got seated atop his thighs, both of you face to face. By habit, Sanha’s hands rested at your waist, smiling as he pulled you into a sweet kiss. You felt the butterflies flutter in your stomach at the action, responding instantly. Your lips formed a little pout when he pulled away, your boyfriend smiling cheekily as he nuzzled his nose against yours, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You said before resting your head on his shoulder, leaning your body weight on his chest as a means to get as close to him as you possibly could. Sanha rubbed the skin of your waist affectionately before reaching for the headset and unmuting himself, “Bomin, I’m here.”

“Hey! What took you so long?”

“Chill, y/n’s here.” He said, glancing at you with a smile, “She can hear you by the way.”

“Yeah so watch your mouth, Bomin.” You said jokingly, turning your head briefly to speak into the microphone. Sanha grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek as Bomin laughed through the headset. You heard Bomin -- along with Sanha’s other friends -- greet you, chuckling as your head returned to its spot on Sanha’s shoulder. 

You let your boyfriend play one match peacefully, still enjoying finally being in his embrace. You closed your eyes, taking in the comforting scent of Sanha’s detergent and let yourself relax for a short while. When he got killed during the first match, his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, squeezing your body tightly as he kissed your temple. You hummed, listening as he watched and conversed with the others who were still alive.

It was then that you noticed the slight new definition of his muscles, the gears in your brain turning as you thought about how to proceed with your plan. Although you were literally on top of him right now, the majority of Sanha’s attention span was focused on his monitor, so you knew he couldn’t sense the growing arousal in your mind. 

Early into his second match, you subtly shifted your ass around on his lap, making it seem like you were trying to readjust into a more comfortable position. At the same time, you moved your head to his other shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you did so. Your boyfriend smiled at you, still oblivious to what you were trying to do. 

And then your hands gently started rubbing at his sides, the touch featherlike as you began to press kisses in the crook of his neck. You felt Sanha tense in the slightest as he quickly pressed the mute button on his mic, “Baby...what are you doing?”

“Hm?” You asked not even bothering to lift your head, “I’m kissing you, can I not?”

The male closed his eyes as he let out a muffled groan, his body reacting immediately to your ministrations, “y/n, are you trying to make me moan into the mic while I’m playing with the guys?”

You chuckled dryly as you started to start to suck on his skin, not hard enough to leave a mark because you knew his stylists would literally kill you if you did, but enough for him to get affected. And he did. 

Sanha let out a breathy moan, subconsciously tilting his head so that you had more access.

“You ignored me for two hours baby. Since you wanna keep playing your game while I’m here, you’re gonna have to do so while I’m making you feel good. Now unmute and keep doing your thing.”

He bit his lip, narrowing his eyes at you as you moved your ass directly over his crotch, which was quickly getting hard. He was about to say something, but was cut off by Daehwi asking him where he was, Sanha cursing internally as he pressed unmute and responded. You smirked against his skin, still trailing kisses along his neck and intending to move up his jawline -- which had definitely gotten sharper since the last time you saw him.

Sanha tried his best, you could see how hard he was fighting against your temptations. Admittedly, you were a bit impressed with how well he was masking what was going on to his friends. 

But you were a brat and you wanted to see your boyfriend’s self-restraint crumble. He managed to get through one match, trying to compromise with you once the display showed the loading screen, “Fuck, baby, I’m done. I can’t play anymore.”

You smiled at him as you got off his lap, going over to lock his door. Sanha sighed in relief, getting ready to tell his friends that he was logging off for the night, until you held your finger up at him, confusion on his features. Casually, you pulled down your pants and underwear, placing them to the side as you leaned down for a kiss. Your hands reached for the waistband of his sweats, Sanha lifting up his hips to help you pull the fabric down his legs.

“You’re gonna play one more game, baby.” You whispered against his mouth, the boy sighing in frustration as you climbed back onto his lap. His cock was already hard from all your grinding, he could not believe you were teasing him like this right now. 

You were soaked, you knew that Sanha would slide right in without any resistance. You let out a sharp inhale as you lined yourself up with his cock, burying your face in his shoulder as you sat down in one go. The two of you let out a synchronized groan at the feeling, it had been too long since you last had sex. “Shit, y/n, you’re so fucking tight--I-fuck can’t we just take this to my bed?”

“No,” You said, voice shaky as you tried to calm yourself down from the initial intrusion. “This is payback for making me wait so long.”

Sanha’s hands gripped the meat of your ass, squeezing as he thrusted into you just once, “God, you do realize we’re both gonna suffer if you make me play another round.”

“You’re going to suffer more than I am,” You said devilishly as you unmuted his mic, “Sorry boys, Sanha went to the bathroom but he’s back now.”

He shot you glare, reluctantly removing his hands from your ass as he wore his headset again, “Guys, I think this is gonna be my last game, I’m getting pretty tired.”

“You know, I can’t believe y/n really just let you play with us this whole time. That’s love right there.”

“You’re a real one, y/n!”

“Sanha doesn’t deserve you, y/n!”

You laughed into the mic, sweetly responding to Sanha’s friends as you clenched your walls around his cock, watching with a lustful glint in your eyes at the contortion of pleasure on his face, his teeth harshly dug into his bottom lip to prevent any sounds from escaping.

“C’mon, start game.” Sanha said shortly, the grip on his mouse tightening as you clenched again. You stayed still for the first couple of minutes, letting Sanha adjust and play his game so that his friends wouldn’t be able to tell that something explicit was happening on his side of the screen. 

Of course all Sanha could think about right now was the way your walls just sucked him in so nicely, wanting nothing more than to pin you to his bed and fuck into you with no restraints. But he knew that you wouldn’t let him do that until he finished his match, so he tried to focus on completing this game as fast as he could. 

He felt himself freezing as you started to kiss his neck again, mentally telling himself to stay calm and not make a noise. As soon as his guard was down, you lifted your hips so that only the head of his cock was in your cunt before slamming your ass down on his lap, a loud slap sounding from the contact of your skins. Sanha lurched forward, a strangled moan fighting in his throat as you tightly clenched your walls, squeezing his cock. 

“Woah-are you okay, Sanha? What happened?”

“Y-yeah, I hit my knee against the d-desk,” He stuttered a lie, one of his hands gripping your waist as you started to slowly fuck yourself on him. It was getting harder for you to conceal your moans, burying your face in his shoulder as you tried to chase your high, this position allowing Sanha to hit so deep in your cunt.

His eyes flickered back and forth between the screen and you riding his cock, his legs subconsciously spreading as far as the chair allowed him. Sanha knew it was over for him when you lifted yourself off his chest, your eyes blown wide with lust as one of your hands fisted the bottom of his shirt, the other sneaking down to where the two of you were connected, making contact with your clit. You threw your head back at the added sensation, your mouth opening in a silent moan as you clenched your walls again.

“Sanha, where are you? Why are you standing still--”

“Fuck--AFK guys, AFK!” Sanha said hurriedly, throwing his headset off as he muted his mic. He pulled you in for a searing kiss, moving his lips fiercely against yours as you grabbed at his shoulders. “You’re fucking evil.”

“That’s what you get for not paying attention to me,” You panted against his mouth, sluggishly getting off his lap. Sanha practically kicked his gaming chair back as he towered over you, removing both of your shirts before he pushed you down on his bed. He pulled your thighs open, positioning his cock at your entrance. “Fuck, do you know how hard it was to not fuck you while I was playing?”

You whined as he moved his tip up and down your slit, tapping the head at your sensitive bud. “Now you have all my attention, baby.”

The two of you moaned loudly as he sheathed himself in your cunt, momentarily forgetting that there were five other inhabitants of his dorm. Sanha started a brutal pace from the beginning, thrusting into you with no restraints. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair as you pulled him down for a kiss, muffling your moans against his mouth.

“Mmmf, Sanha--”

He groaned, biting your bottom lip before lifting your thighs so that your legs hung from his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate even deeper in your cunt, “Shit, I missed your pussy baby. You’re fucking dripping on my sheets, God.”

His hands flew to your chest, roughly groping your breasts as he used it for leverage to fuck into you at a faster pace. The sounds in his room were obscene, the squelch of your arousal and the smack of his balls hitting your ass drowning out anything else. 

Sanha felt like he was drunk on your cunt, breathing heavily as he tried to get more sounds out of you, your moans music to his ears. He hissed as your nails clawed at his arms, a telltale sign that you were nearing your end. “S-Sanha, I-fuck!”

“Are you close, baby?” He asked authoritatively, his heart swelling as you nodded with a whine, your hands scrambling to feel every inch of his skin. You keened as he called your name, commanding you to look at him as you reached your orgasm. 

The tension in your stomach snapped when he snuck a hand down to play at your clit, rubbing it between two of his fingers as he tweaked your nipple, fucking you through your high. Your toes curled in pleasure, legs convulsing as you let out a high-pitched moan. You tried your best to maintain eye contact, but the dizzying euphoria made your lids flutter close, Sanha harshly sucking hickeys in your neck as he too, chased, his high. 

He cursed, still drawing circles on your clit as he rutted his hips into yours. You screamed as you were forced into another orgasm, your tight pulsating walls around his cock enough to push him to the edge. Sanha groaned gravelly, his nails digging into your waist as he released his load in your cunt. 

Sanha pulled out when he felt his cock fully flaccid, sitting back against his palms as he watched both of your cum leak out your entrance. Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to regain your breath, meeting his eyes from where you laid. Sanha chuckled, kissing your knee before standing to get some tissues, coming back to carefully wipe your cunt clean. 

You reached your arms out for him to lay down next to you as soon as he threw the soiled tissue away. He smiled lovingly, joining you on the bed and wrapping his arms around you in a hug. 

“Are you upset with me?” He asked cutely, pecking your nose. You grinned and buried your face in his chest, kissing the space between his collarbones. “No, you’re here with me now.”

Sanha giggled, stroking your hair as he tapped his fingers at the small of your back, “’M sorry for ignoring you, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too,” You said, humming as you closed your eyes, sleep slowly overtaking you. He tutted, removing his arms from your body as he sat up, “No! y/n, you have to pee first before you sleep.”

“But I’m tired,” You whined, reaching for him again. Sanha shook his head, gently pulling you up, “Baby, if you get a UTI, you’re gonna hate yourself. Now c’mon, peeing only takes a couple seconds.” 

You grumbled as he found one of his oversized t-shirts, dressing you before finding a pair of shorts for himself. You let out a woah as you stood, holding onto Sanha for support as your legs started to wobble. Your boyfriend chuckled smugly, squeezing your waist as you regained your balance, “You good, baby?”

“Shut up.”

The two of you glanced at his computer, which was now at the main screen of the game. “Do you think they heard, baby?”

“No way,” Sanha said, though he couldn’t deny the slight fear in the pit of his stomach if his friends really did hear you and him having sex. “I muted myself...right?”

You shrugged, not really minding before going to open the door, leading the two of you out of his room. Your face flushed, your feet stopping dead in their tracks as you came face to face with the rest of Astro, all five of them giving you and your boyfriend knowing looks as they sat dispersed around the living room.

“Ah hyungs!”

“I really hope you two used protection,” Eunwoo lectured, though you saw the smirk on his face. 

“I’m--bathroom--peeing...yeah.” You said embarrassed, scurrying off to the direction of their bathroom, yelping as your legs almost gave in.

“Woah, careful y/n,” Rocky snickered sending a wink in Sanha’s direction. The boys began teasing their youngest as soon as you closed the door to the bathroom, Sanha hiding his face in his hands, “Are you really going to do this every time y/n comes over?? It’s been more than a year!”

“No, we only do it when you two kids are loud as hell.” Bin said bluntly, slapping Myungjun’s arm in amusement. Jinwoo chuckled, lightly pointing a finger at your boyfriend, “You better have this much energy during promotions, Sanha--”

“Hyung!” ______________________________

4-6-21

[krreader]

seven sins | chapter seven.

pairing: bts x reader ; kim taehyung x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; historical!au ; princes!bts ; concubine!reader ; sex ; oral sex genre: smut ; fluff word count: 2.4k+ previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6

summary: even in times such as yours, you still led a privileged life with nothing to ask for. that is until first your father, then your mother died and you were left to care for your two younger sisters. the position for royal physician seemed to be open and with your father having been a general and your mother having been a maid for the queen, you thought you might be able to get it.. little did you know that your visit to the palace would put a completely different offer on the table.

a/n: so, uhm... yeah... enjoy, ahem. enjoy a lot lol. 

You didn't know what time it was, but it must have been well past midnight with the moon shining so brightly into your room. But that wasn't the reason of you not being able to fall asleep and fidgeting with your fingers as you stared at the ceiling.

Had Eun been lying?

Did she say that to give herself an excuse for falling for prince Taehyung? To say that a prince can fall in love with a concubine since it happened to you too?

But she didn't strike you as a liar. Naive and foolish, yet kind and honest.

No, she must have told the truth.

But then who was it? You hadn't spent a lot of time with the princes, the only two that you'd even consider to have feelings for you would be Yoongi and Jimin, but only because they were the only ones that you've done more than just sleep together.

As for princes Hoseok and Jeongguk.. you assumed they weren't the ones, what you have had was purely sexual.

No matter how hard you thought about it, you could not come up with an answer. Because it simply didn't make sense. None of them knew you enough to fall in love with you.. it was ridiculous. 

You let out a heavy sigh and pressed your hands onto your face, wanting to scream into them for it all suddenly being so complicated.

What happened to your mission?

It needed to be a priority from now on, you had to see the king as soon as possible or this would all escalate.

You immediately sat up when the door to your room got pushed open, your eyes wide when you saw..

“Prince Taehyung?” you got up, bowed and then furrowed your brows, “Eun's room is..-”

“I know, I've been there often enough,” he interrupted you with a half-grin, “Would you mind taking a little walk with me?”

“Now..- you mean.. right now?” your eyes fell on the darkness outside, then you looked back at him, “Really?”

“It's a full moon tonight,” he had been intimidating before, but now he wasn't like that at all. He had a kind smile on his face, that brightened when he extended his hand, “What do you say?”

“I should get changed first, this isn't the proper attire one should wear when going on a stroll with a prince.”

“Nobody will see us... and besides... you don't need clothes for what I have planned.”

Oh, wow. 

Is anyone surprised? Not you, that's for sure.

Of course he came for what everyone else came here for. Not that you were upset by this, you knew your place here and, unlike some, you didn't think of yourself as something special, not even after Eun's story.

“Well, alright then,” you didn't even grab a jacket when walking outside, but with the warm season that had finally arrived, you didn't need it anyway.

In fact, now was the perfect time to be outside.

Throughout the day, it was simply too hot to do anything, but with the darkness and the light breeze, it felt.. refreshing.

Taehyung led you through the palace grounds, not even acknowledging any of the guards that you two passed and they didn't seem to care either, only straightened their backs to show their respect.

Not even when he led you outside through a passage that you didn't know  –  but would have liked to have known, because getting in would have been a lot easier – did they care. 

“Where are you taking me?”

“Are you afraid?” he chuckled a little and stopped walking for a moment, only to turn around and hold out his hand to you once again. Only that this time, you reached for it, “Don't be. I'll protect you.”

He sure as fuck was smooth, you could see why Eun liked him so much. He was a real proper gentleman.

“Not afraid, just curious. I figured that for what you had planned, you might just take me to your rooms.”

“Is that what the rest of my brothers have done?” he snorted when you simply smirked, “Figures. They can be so boring. But no, this isn't purely about what you have in mind.”

“Oh?” that piqued your interest.

Taehyung didn't respond right away, it was as if he wanted to think about his words carefully and you were glad that he did when he said what he said, while the two of you continued wandering through the woods, the moonlight lighting your path.

“Eun is a very beautiful and kind woman. One that I've come to appreciate. Her.. interest in me, it flatters me, it really does. But she's just like all the other women that we have in court. Focused on the goal that she was tasked with.”

“Your majesty, I don't think that Eun is as power hungry as some of the others.”

“That is true, she really isn't. But her goal still is to have an heir... in her case, with me,” he looked to you, his beautiful smile back on his face, “But that isn't your goal... right, (Y/N)?”

Your mouth opened, immediately wanting to tell him that you weren’t with child yet because of his eldest brother, but it seemed as if Taehyung didn't even care about the reasoning.

Maybe he even liked that he didn't know, maybe he liked that mysterious veil that you had surrounding you. That you had an agenda and he didn't know what it was. Which should have been dangerous, but he didn't seem to look at it that way.

“Ah.. here we are.”

What you saw in front of you was like straight out of a fairy tale.

A small, but beautiful stream that led into a pond that was so clear, that you could see the moon's reflection in a way that could make someone think it was right there, ready for you to hold it in your hands and admire it from up-close. This, is what every women in your village had as her dream of a place where she'd lose her virginity. In a romantic place such as this one, with a man as beautiful and kind as Prince Taehyung. Maybe even exactly this fantasy with this prince...

“It's beautiful,” you let out a breath you had been holding, then smiled, “So... peaceful.”

“That's why it's my favorite spot. The castle grounds can be too much sometimes, so I like to come here when I need to think or just want to find inspiration.”

“For?”

“A lot of things,” Taehyung shrugged, kneeling down and holding his hand into the water, “Drawing, singing... anything that I'm in the mood for.”

You merely continued smiling, even when he got back up and walked over to you, cocking his head to the side, “It's a little cold, but... want to go for a swim?”

“Now?!”

Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction, then took two steps back and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his beautiful upper body to you.

His proportions were... out of this world.

“I'll keep you warm, I promise.”

It's not like you could do much, because before you knew it, he was already naked and in the water and all you could do was watch with an open mouth, before eventually taking off your clothes yourself.

You wouldn’t say no to this. 

This certainly wasn't how you had pictured this night to go, you had thought you'd sleep through the night in your warm bed, not swim naked with a prince in a pond.

But Taehyung's expression went from happy, to absolutely ecstatic when you actually did join him. Like he hadn't expected you to.

“Cold?” to your surprise, he actually kept his distance at first. You thought he'd be all over you, but no. 

Damn... no wonder Eun liked him so much.

You really had the wrong impression of him.

“A little, but... it's kind of nice with the warm air.”

It wasn't very deep, you could easily stand and keep yourself upright, but just like him, you didn't move.

“I really don't know what it is about you that makes all of us go crazy. We all try to figure you out, but nobody can. Maybe my father saw something that we couldn't see just yet.”

“Or maybe it's not that deep,” you gave him a looped smile, “I appreciate that you all see something in me, but there really isn't anything to tell that makes me any more special than any of the other girls. I am just like them, I was chosen to please you, I was chosen to help you with your heirs and that is the end of the story.”

Taehyung slowly came closer, but not close enough for you to feel his breath on your face, “Then why does it sound so unconvincing when you say that?”

You were playing a dangerous game here. The longer you spent with them, the more they figured that there was something going on with you and Taehyung seemed to have his suspicions already, even if, right now, they weren't the right ones.

You had to get him to believe that you were there for one reason and one reason only... at least for now.

So you were ultimately the one that swam closer to him, so close that you could wrap your arms and legs around him, smiling when he wrapped his arms around your body to hold you with a grin, “Why do you care so much about a concubine, my prince?”

“Because, my dear (Y/N), you are the most interesting person we've ever had at the palace,” his hands were under your ass, but he didn't grope you or anything, they literally just acted as a seat for you, “I grow tired of people real quick, of concubines in particular. But you..,” he shook his head and smiled honestly at you, “..I look into your eyes and I see a story. I want to know what it is.”

“Then maybe you should just close your eyes,” you chuckled, “I can help you with that.”

And indeed, the moment you reached in between your bodies and you grabbed his length, he closed his eyes and let out a happy sigh.

“Tell me, then, your majesty,” you leaned in closer as you began to stroke him under the water, your mouth now right in front of his, “Would you like to be inside me?”

You didn't expect him to laugh at that, but it only added to his charm, “I suppose this is the kind of talk that my brothers appreciate, hm?” when you looked taken aback, he nodded and grabbed your wrist, pulling it up and placing both of your arms over his shoulders, “I want to make you feel good, (Y/N).”

Well, this was a surprising turn of events. You had been sure that your romantic time with him would now come to an end as your hand would have guided him to your entrance in the water, but instead, Taehyung walked the short distance to shore with you, so that he could lift you up onto solid ground again and then climbed out of the water after you.

All you could do was watch with curious eyes as he pulled your legs towards him, him now on his knees, lifting one of your legs up and beginning to kiss it.

This was very... new. But you felt comfortable with him and so you let him do it, actually lied back into the grass and just relaxed.

You could feel his kisses traveling higher and higher, until he was kissing the insides of your thighs.

That was ultimately the moment that you looked down at him with shock.

Taehyung chuckled.

“Close your eyes, beautiful. I promise, you'll enjoy it.”

You had a rough guess of what he was about to do, but when his lips kissed between your legs, you still let out a surprised moan.

This was very new to you, you didn't even know that men did this or that this was pleasurable for woman. But fuck...

“I've always wanted to do this with a woman that I cared about... that I wanted to understand how beautiful and perfect she was,” he whispered and kissed your sensitive nub once again, “Tell me when something doesn't feel good. I want you to scream in pleasure tonight.”

That wasn't hard, because the moment he started sucking, you were already fisting your hands in his hair and letting out one moan after the other.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around your legs and pulled you closer to him, fully eating you out now.

For the fact that he said he did this for the first time, you had absolutely zero complains. His tongue brushing through your folds, his lips sucking on your sensitive spot... it was perfect. And despite you having enjoyed your time with his brothers, what Taehyung did right now made you feel very different.

In fact, after just a few minutes, a sensation that you had never felt before started rushing through your body and you couldn't help but moan: “Don't stop... please,” again and again, now pushing his head closer into you.

This only made Taehyung suck harder, even his teeth were now gently biting down on your sensitive nub and you finally let out a loud scream that ended up scaring a few birds away from nearby trees.

Taehyung wanted to continue, but when you began shaking, he stopped and kissed his way up your body instead.

You were completely out of breath when he was finally on your eye level.

“How'd I do?” he grinned.

You let out a laugh, a small blush spreading on your cheeks, though your face already felt flushed, so it probably didn't make a difference, “You want me to say it, don't you?”

“Absolutely.”

Your legs felt like jelly, but you still wrapped them around his body and pulled him towards you, your arms around his neck, “Then continue making me feel good, and I might.”

See, this is why he liked you so much. You were a challenge and he didn't get those very often.

Taehyung simply smirked and aligned himself with your entrance, both of you moaning loudly when he slid inside you so easily.

“What... you're so... wet.”

He made a mental note to himself here: always pleasure a woman with your tongue beforehand. You'll be a happier man afterwards, too.

And so the two of you made love in the middle of the forest, on the grass next to a pond with the moonlight shining down on you and being your light.

And it was no lie when you told him afterwards: “You've been the best lover I've ever had.”

[theoreticslut]

Hi, can I ask a 🧸

George and the reader spending their afternoon in a flower meadow and watching the sunset (maybe he has a suprise for the reader, that he makes a marriage proposal to the reader?).

(just if you want to write it)

Thank you

Awee this is adorable! Thank you for the request nonnie 🥰💗 This got a little long, i’m so sorry. I also forget the afternoon bit and made it more evening/night time. I hope that’s okay!

Flower Field Proposal w/ George

-George would be SUPER romantic about this okay

-I can totally see this taking place at the burrow

-maybe after the war or something (where everyone lives) so you’re both older

-so you’re all just staying at the burrow to be close to all your friends & family

-and he’d ask if you’d like to go on a picnic with him to get away from the packed house for a bit

-you, of course, would say yes

-which would make his heart SOAR (he’s literally so in love with you)

-he’d tell you when to meet him with a little kiss to your forehead before leaving you

-and I feel like he’d probably try to get you out of the house for the day

-so he enlists the help of his siblings and your friends

-maybe Ginny and Hermione take you out for the day to buy a new outfit and to get your nails done

-or maybe he has Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione take you swimming for the day

-anything to keep you out of the house while he gets the picnic and himself ready

-he’d definitely ask for Molly’s help getting the food together

-& he would have told her what he’s planning so she’s ECSTATIC

-which leads to her going a lil overboard with the food

-“mum, I’m sure we have enough food”

-“nonsense! You need to take this tart. OH and here’s some cheese and crackers”

-this is after there’s already enough for a full dinner in the basket

-so when it gets to be around 5pm george would meet you outside the burrow with the basket and a blanket on his arm

-he’d be all cleaned up

-maybe not in a tux or anything

-but freshly showered, nice shirt and jeans

-& you’re all dressed up thanks to the girls

-he’d smile & say your beautiful as always before taking your hand and leading you out away from the house

-he’d take you up to this hill a ways from the burrow where’s there’s a bunch of wildflowers and a perfect view of the sunset when it comes

-you’re sipping wine and snacking on all the delicious food Molly and George put together

-talking and laughing together as you always do

-the sun starts to set which George knows is your one of your favourite things to watch

-he’s only heard you admire the sky a million times since he’s known you

-not to mention the hundreds of pictures you have of sunsets that you’ve taken

-you’re both just stretched out on the blanket

-cuddling together as the sky forms it’s masterpieces when George seems to get quiet and serious

-“hey angel, I have something I want to ask you...”

-“what’s that, George?”

-“well, we’ve been together for some time now, and you know I love you more than anything. I mean, Godric, I’ve loved you long before we ever started dating.”

-he low key had a speech all planned out -but as he starts talking he just completely ignores it

-he’s kind of enjoying the laidback, comfortable atmosphere around you two

-& he doesn’t want to ruin that by rattling off some prepared speech

-“we’ve been through some tough times together, some terrifying times, but we made it through. While we were in the middle of it all, though, watching how well you handled everything even on your bad days, really solidified a thought I’d had for awhile”

-you’re getting a bit confused at this point, just wondering where George is going with all of this

-but you never interrupt, knowing that he needs the time to form and get his thoughts out to you

-“now that that terror is behind us, and things are finally looking up again, I’d really like to know you’re with me. That no matter what, even if another war comes upon us, we’ll be going through it together.”

-he’d sit you both up at this point and would be playing with your fingers

-“what I’m trying to ask, darling, is if you’d promise to love me for the rest of our lives? Would you, my beautiful y/n, make me the happiest man and marry me?”

-you’d definitely be shocked as you’ve never really talked about marriage, just as some faraway dream for the future

-you wouldn’t hesitate to say yes though

-tears welling up in your eyes as you throw your arms around him

-chuckling, George would wrap his arms around your waist in a tight hug, kissing your lips as you share a moment of pure happiness and adoration for each other

-Ginny and Hermione are dying in their hiding spot

-George knows how much you love having pictures for the memories so he asked his sister and hermione to take them

-bc Merlin knows his brothers wouldn’t be able to stay quiet enough

-so Ginny and hermione take pictures as you’re hugging and kissing

-and then some as George is putting the ring on your finger

-and when you’re admiring the tiny ring

-and then as the two of you cuddled up together (even closer than you were before) with bright smiles on each of your faces

-and George didn’t even know, but they took some of the two of you while you slept in each other’s arms after hours of talking about the future as a married couple and stargazing

-when you both get back to the burrow the next morning, you walk into a crowd of cheers and whistles and hugs as his family and your friends congratulate you

-Molly gives you the biggest hug, happy for the both of you as she’s seen you fawn over each other for years

-“I’m glad to see you become an official part of the family, dear.”

-you’d smile as you look over at your fiancé who’s already watching you with love although his brothers are teasing him

-after you’re married, I can totally see him taking you on a picnic to watch the sunset for each of your anniversaries too!!

[svnaslove]

beach trip with fukurodani

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ; [requested;anon] hcs of beach trip with Fukurodani where reader has a crush on Bokuto

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; my bad writing

this turned into more of a story than a hcs, sorry😭(but i promise this is worthwhile this is so cute skjsjsj)

ok ok ok when you heard there was going to be a beach trip with the boys fukurodani volleyball team and you were invited you were ecstatic !!

but then...

you remembered that your CRUSH, BOKUTO was gonna be there

jesus christ

now this was going to be an anxiety induced trip

bokuto with his sunshine of a smile and beautiful personality and muscles and the fact he’s gonna be in swimming trousers....

YOU NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT

but then you think about how YOU’RE going to be in a bikini

um 😳

you’d have to be either nuts or v confident to reveal yourself in a bikini and not be a tiny bit nervous because you are surrounded by a bunch of 17-18 year old guys

at least the managers were going to be there and they were all girls so you were a little bit more relaxed (unless you’re into girls too sjkjks)

so comes the day for the beach trip

you went to fukurodani yourself, a second year and you were invited by yukie, one of the managers

she was one of your best friends and she’s trying to get you closer to bokuto *eyebrows* *eyebrows*

you took 2 third year classes that you shared w him and that’s how you ended up knowing him and started to have feelings for him

the whole team plus the managers went together on the bus they used to ride to games, so you know what that means

ya in the bus too love <3

anxiously, you made your way to the back of the bus with yukie dragged behind you, taking a seat on the same side as the door of the bus at a window seat

“im so nervous” 

yukie just looked at you and said “he likes you too dummy”

your brain: SKJSJKJKFLSKFJSDKJ HUH

she’s just smiling slyly and takes a huge bite out of her food she had packed

“watch, bokuto’s coming to the bus now. guess what’s gonna happen. i’ll do it for you. he’s gonna look like he’s freaking out and blabber to poor akaashi next to him about how nervous he is that you’re actually in the beach trip with us, and then when he gets on the bus you two are gonna lock eyes or something because you’re so dumb for each other and then he’ll do that hey hey hey thing and come sit near us and start talking to you.” she declared inbetween bites

you scoffed, “yeah, as  if.”

“he’s very easy to read, you’ll see” she says

you rolled your eyes at her, there was no way she could be right about this

but-

wtf 🧍‍♀️

you looked out the window and saw bokuto and akaashi walking over to the bus, bokuto rambling nervously to akaashi, akaashi had a sympathetic look and bokuto couldn’t stop fiddling with his fingers. must be a habit he picked up from akaashi.

you looked to yukie and she wore a smug look.

the two boys walked in, bokuto in front

you looked at him to see that he had been looking at you, you two locked eyes and you heard yukie laugh 

a soft pink taint made it’s way to bokuto’s cheeks and your own

“hEY HEY HEY WHO’S READY FOR THE BEACH” bokuto laughed trying to snap out of the trance of locking eyes with you and came and sat DEAD RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

im-

i-

“wtf yukie is this staged or something”

“im the mama manager, never doubt the mama manager” she winked

well now we have a future teller.

you looked over to yukie and whispered, ”if you’re the ‘mama’ manager i wouldn’t suppose you know why he does that hey hey hey thing do you?”

she smiled, “it’s how he gains confidence when he’s nervous” she winked again, taking another bite of her granola bar

the bus’s engine starts and you’re now all on your way to the beach

bokuto turned around in his seat with the biggest smile, “hey y/n-chan- is it okay if i call you y/n-chan? i was wondering what your number was so we could add it to the groupchat in case you get lost at the beach :)”

SLY ASS BITCH

you gave him your number and told him it was okay to call you y/n-chan

hOW-

maybe ya girl yukie was right, he did have a thing for you too, you will never doubt mama yukie again 😔

you all are nearly at the beach, you can already see the ocean, the coach is just trying to find a spot to park in when bokuto turns around in his seat again, “HEY HEY HEY, Y/N-CHAN DO YOU WANT TO GO TO THE OCEAN WITH ME WHEN WE ALL GET CHANGED?”

poor bby you

rED AS A TOMATO

“i- uhm, yes thank you bokuto-kun” you smile

at this point you just want to sTRANGLE YUKIE BECAUSE SHE HAS SUCH A SHIT EATING SMIRK

ITS DRIVING YOU CRAZY

“oooo~ go to the ocean with yo manz y/n” she whispered, poking your side

screaming internally because yukie is teasing you nonstop and bokuto jUST ASKED YOU TO HANG OUT W HIM SKJFS

you guys find a spot to park and start unloading and walking towards the beach

ah  it felt so nice, the sound of the waves, the sand under your feet and the warm sun

everyone for the most part had changed, you had to hold yourself back when you saw bokuto, wHY WAS HE SO MUSCULAR

bite bokuto’s muscles 2021

you dazed out staring a little too long at bokuto and his v-line

yukie had to push you into the changing room to get you to “stop being weird” as she put it 😭😭

you were just admiring the view 😭

when you walked out, everyone was still around talking to each other but you noticed eyes stealing glances of you here and there

and then you noticed bokuto from a bit far back, was he-

was he-

checking you out?

you literally short-circuited

rip y/n 2020

his cheeks were flushed, akaashi next to him, seemed like he was trying to hold back a laugh

close ur mouth bokuto

ur already dead idk how ur blushing too

you walk up to him and he’s like “you look really good y/n” all dazed out

cue akaashi hitting him in the back of the head and walking away for bokuto to stop being h word

he nervously laughs, “let’s go?”

he rented two boogie board while you were changing and surprised you w it awee

so you two go into the water, deeper, and deeper in and there’s like no one around and it just feels natural??

like you’re both not that nervous as much as before and it’s just fun

you got smacked on the face by a wave and he started laughing only to get hit in the face by an even bigger wave

you had to pull him up from underwater lksdjfdklsfj

and now bokuto’s hair is... down?

excuse me sir this is not allowed

stop playing with y/n’s heart, y/n can’t take it they’re gonna die again

u just zone out looking at how pretty he looks with his hair down and he’s all laughing because he had to be saved and then he relaxes, still smiling and looking at you

is this gonna happen?

i think it’s gonna happen

he gets a little serious now

you’ve never seen him calm down to this point

“y/n... i.. i like you, like, alot” he let out a small laugh to relieve the tension

you can’t think of words to use to reciprocate your feelings to him so you just do it

you throw the boogie board from under you to the side and just hold his face and kiss him

bokuto was surprised, he tensed for a quarter of a second before relaxing and enjoying your kiss

his arms held your legs up around his waist underwater so you didn’t have to kick up while kissing him

he tasted of salt water from the previous fall

mid kiss he started smiling in the kiss

“i’ve been waiting for this for a long time you know.”

you can’t help but to smile, “me too”

and you both just start softly laughing with each other

he bring you out of the water and you’re both holding hands, “let me treat you to some ice cream” he said

the whole team notices you two coming out of the water and holding hands and they’re all like

$#(#$*()??WHAT???#$#)$*#(SLKDJFDSKL

akaashi is slightly surprised that bokuto managed to do that so fast but happy for him

the rest of the team was just “BOKUTO???DID??IT???”

they knew from the beginning that he liked you since he’s always talking about how pretty you looked in class to akaashi and how you make him so nervous and how he wishes he had the courage to talk to you and they all know how they set up yukie, conveniently enough being your best friend to invite you to the beach trip so that bokuto could make some kind of move

BUT DAMN BOKUTO

THAT WAS FAST

you two are just giggling the rest of the day with each other holding hands and hanging out together

IT’S SO CUTE SJDFLKDSJ

when it got to sundown it started getting colder, you didn’t expect for it to get cooler so you didn’t bring a jacket

bokuto had a baggy jacket on and he just told you to come cuddle up on his chest and he closed the jacket with the two of you inside

yukie was about to cry because he was so DAMN SWEET

she took pictures for you because what’s a best friend for

the sun’s setting and the sky is gorgeous, a mix of pinks and oranges with wispy clouds and the ocean right in front of you

bokuto’s sitting behind you and you’re sitting in front of him and his legs are wrapped around you and you’re inside his jacket w him and he just leans in and plants a soft kiss on your cheek, “will you be my s/o?” he asks softly, nearly a whisper

when you say yes his heart springs and he hugs you tight

when you two get back on the bus to go home you two sit together, you both end up falling asleep together, falling on each other and you had his jacket on since he got hot but you were still cold 

yukie definetly took a picture of that too

[winter-fox-queen]

Albatross

Summary:  Frankie wants to give you your dream vacation, but he’s not sure if it is worth the price.  

Warnings:  Female reader.  (He calls her his girl, and she wears a skirt in one scene.)  Angst.  No smut.  I thought I would finally write smut, this was going to be a very different story where they were AT the place already, but.  No.  Angst with a nice ending because I can't leave Frankie to suffer too long.

Thanks to @autumnleaves1991-blog -- you are awesome and this picture is lovely.  

1,870 words.

Frankie didn’t lie to you.  Not about this, at least.

Well.

Not really.  He was working extra, taking extra shifts.  Except for right now.  Right now, he was in a cabin in the middle of a state forest, one of the very few things he’d bought with the money.  A place to hide.  To be at peace.

It was not working. The money felt like a weight. Half of each share had gone to Redfly’s family.  Half had gone to each man.  He’d hoped for freedom.  This was anything but.

I shouldn’t have hidden it in the cabin.  He once watched a TV show about Escobar, seen that one of the caches of money he’d hidden outside had gotten moldy.  So Frankie had gone into the cellar.  Dug up a section of the dirt floor.  Made a proper hiding place, kneeling in the dirt, mixing up quickcrete and placing stones until the cellar was paved in with stone pavers.  Three were loose.  Only one had a reinforced box with another box and a bunch of money that could change his life but he can’t even look you in the eye and explain that he has it.

So here he was, sitting on the weathered wood bench in front of the cabin you did not even know he owned, resting his cheek on his fist, looking at the cabin of his damned dreams like it was a haunted death trap from a B horror movie.

He signed, grabbed the magazine he’d dropped on the ground earlier, flipping it to an article you’d been sighing over when you thought he wasn’t looking.  The ultimate romantic getaway, with tiled pools and greenery and luxurious accommodations and candlelight dinners.  

“That’s pretty,” he’d said over your shoulder as you looked at the main picture of the article, a swimming pool tiled and beautiful – all Middle East and mysterious looking, making you think of romance and beauty.  

“I love it,”  you admit.  “I’d never get to go…but it is beautiful.  Have to win the lottery.”  She grinned at him.

He looked it up online, curious.  Frankie the pilot/mechanic couldn’t afford it.  Not even with extra shifts and only one beer on Fridays and watching every penny.

The other Frankie could.

So that was why he found himself in the cellar.  If you knew which paver it was to start from, and which direction to go, it was just a knight chess move, probably obvious and stupid, but he did not trust himself to remember any other way.  He pried it up carefully so not to scratch the stone and give away the hiding place.

He stared at the hole. The carefully wrapped money.  He fumbled for his phone, and by some miracle the call went through.

“Hey Frankie.”  Pope’s voice sounded tired, but warm.  Not quite there.

“If you really, really love someone, is it OK to lie to them?”

Pope didn’t think before he replied.  “Of course not.”

“If you really, really love someone and want to do something to make them happy, is it OK to lie about where you got the money for it?”

That stopped Pope. Pope, instead of being split focused was now, 100%, listening.  “Frankie…”

Frankie, waiting, crouching by the hidden safe, phone to one ear, other hand relaxed on his knee. Waiting.  Frankie was very good at waiting.

Pope sputtered a little, tried to think of what to say.  Finally. “Yeah, Frankie.  It’s OK.”

It’s what he wanted to hear but it wasn’t the truth and he knew it.  “I’ve never loved anyone like I love her.  I’ve never wanted anything in my life like I want her, want her happiness. But there’s this whole chunk of my life that she doesn’t even know about.  I look at this damned cabin and I think, she’d love it up here.  Her car broke down and she needed to buy a new one, and I could have bought her a fucking car so she wouldn’t have to worry about payments.”

“I know,”  Pope muttered, but Frankie is on a roll.  

“And the one damned thing I’ve ever seen her really, really want and it’s this damned vacation and I can give it to her.  I can fucking pay for it, but if she finds out how it’ll ruin everything.  She won’t be able to enjoy it.  The memory will be ruined.  I can’t fucking win.  What good is it, if I have this, and I can’t even use a little of it to make my girl happy?”

Pope, picking words, both because he’s not sure what to tell Franlie and because he is paranoid about anyone (doubtful) listening in.  “Maybe…maybe that is the good.  You can’t…make it better, right?  But you can…clean it.  Make good memories for your girl.  Do good things for the people you love.”  Pope sighed. “I can’t…I can’t bear it, either, you know?  I save it for a rainy day, but…”

“I didn’t think the guilt would last so long,”  Frankie said.

“No.”

“Maybe I should tell her.”

A pause.  “I can’t think of any way to tell that story without things going to shit.”

“I don’t like lying to her.”

“No.”  Another pause.  “Please don’t tell her unless you know you can trust her.”

“She won’t blab.” Frankie glared at the phone.

“Don’t get insulted on her behalf.  Everyone you love could get hurt…including her.”

Guilt seized his heart so hard he wondered if he was going to have a heart attack, right there.

“You OK, man?”

“Yeah.  Yeah.”  He said through numb feeling lips.  “I’m ok.”

He slipped his phone in his pocket, reached in, and took what he thought he could use, and carefully hid everything again.

Then he got very devious.

You can put up to 15,000 on a prepaid Visa gift card.  He went to a place where people were smart enough not to ask questions, or even care. One of those places where you want to wash your clothes after you leave.

Then he called the resort. “Look, I have these friends…” he said, “I want to treat them, but they can’t know who I am…”  The prepaid card was as good as a credit card.

And then he went home, and waited for you to check your email.  Sweating.  

And, obscurely, jealous of himself.  Super fucking jealous of himself, the more he thought about it.  Like, he hated the mysterious benefactor who was about to make the love of his life so happy.

He wanted to be the one. Wanted your eyes to light up and know it was because he’d been able to provide for you, he’d been able to make this happen.  He closed his eyes and swallowed it.  It was stupid and selfish…what did it matter, who got the credit as long as you got this? As long as it made you happy? Frankie would be there, seeing your smile when you stood next to that glorious tiled pool, watch you dabble your toes shyly in the water, as if to ask, can I really have this?

And it did.

“Frankie!”  You came in, sat on his lap.  Your arms were warm around him, you made a soft and perfect armful as he wrapped himself around you, let your lips peck happy kisses all over his face.

“What is it, baby?”  

You pull back.  “You know.  The trip.”

Frankie raises his eyebrows, all innocence, starts to protest, but you silence him with another kiss.

“I know, baby, who loves me enough to put so much effort into planning things like this.  The surprise is nice, but you know I’m not dumb.” You toss aside his cap and run your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp gently, and Frankie sighs softly, his eyes shutting a little.  He opens them again when your hands cup his cheeks.  

You look very serious. And a little sad.  Which hits his Oh Shit button, hard.

“You didn’t have to go to all this effort, baby.  You really didn’t.”

“Well, I…”  he tried to think of something to say, but settled for, “I love you.  I love you so much, you don’t even…”

This earns him a kiss on the forehead.  Then you say, “I know how you got the money.” And his blood runs cold.  Before he could marshal some sort of reply, you continue, “Come on, Cat.  Long hours. Extra shifts?  I know that the people down at the field are not the most upstanding of people.  But…baby, it’s so dangerous.”

It doesn’t take him much to put the pieces together.  “You think I’m running drugs?”  It comes out as an incredulous squeak.

You nod.  “It makes sense.  This dream – literally a dream vacation – is not cheap.  And I never expected it.  You know that?  I enjoyed day dreaming about going with you because I love you and I want to take you all over the world…”  You sigh. “I just want to see the beautiful things of this world through your eyes.”

This time, Frankie does the silencing, with a gently thumb over your lips.  “Sweetheart, I didn’t…”

You kiss the pad of his thumb.  “You gonna try and tell me this money came on the up and up?  Baby, I know how much you make.”

You look at each other for a long moment.  You, work skirt hiked up so you can straddle his thighs, sitting closer to his knees,  Frankie, his hands gentle on your hips so you don’t fall.

“I could tell you,” he says, softly.  The words running underneath But I don’t want to and you might not like it.

You are sharp.  That’s one of the things he likes about you, how much you see.  It’s also one of the things that scares him the most.  Finally, “Are you in danger?”

Frankie shakes his head, once.  

“Is it…is it the reason why sometimes you get so sad?”

One nod.  A little smile.  He watches you digest this.  Make a decision.  

The delicate hands come up to frame his face again.  You look him right in the eyes.  “You are a good man.  I don’t know what happened, and maybe, someday, you can tell me.  But you are good and kind and I love you.”  And you kiss him again, this time so fiercely that his thinks it’s going to bruise, and he’s fine with that.

You lean back again.  “Humph.  Well. If you’d not already paid for it, I’d probably save the money to pay on the car.”

“No take backs.”  He grins despite himself.  

“Rats.”  You grin back.  Slide off his lap.  “Now to call Darla and see when I can take off, and then we are buying you a new swim suit.”  You bounce on your feet, then turn to go for your phone.

Frankie leans back against the cushions with a groan.  “I do not need…”

You peek around the doorframe.  “You are not going to a five star resort in purple swim trunks with catfish on them!”

“They were a present!” he calls after your retreating form, and grins at the ceiling.

It’s going to be alright, he thinks, feeling lighter.  It’s going to be alright.

[trashyswitch]

The New Life of a Dying Afton

Michael walks himself to Henry's house, gutted and disintegrating like a zombie. Henry tries to help him as best he can, and reprimands him for breaking their personal past promises.

This fanfic prompt came up after the following question ran through my head: How would Henry react to scooped Michael? This is my take on it! However, I will warn you: it's dark, gorey and quite sad at times. Though it ends on a bittersweet note, it won't change the general tone and gore within the beginning.

So despite that: here's the fanfic.

Henry was watching TV at home, trying to unwind from his day at work. It was getting tiring trying to work the long shifts these days. It was getting painful too. Some of the mechanical engineering he did in his 20’s were starting to get to him and his physical body now. His back often ached and his right hand would grow more and more painful the longer he worked any kind of machinery. Guess you could say he’s going through the Dirty 30’s of his life. Most of the time the pains and aches didn’t come till the 40’s or 50’s! But some people are just unlucky, I guess.

Henry looked at the time on his watch and sighed as he got up and started to make himself dinner. His wife was out hanging out with a few friends, leaving him to eat dinner alone. He threw some leftover lasagna into the microwave and set it to an estimated time. While he waited patiently for it to warm up, Henry grabbed the newspaper and read it for anything even slightly interesting.

He felt like a retired person: depressed, working a small part time job and living in a small, semi-old house. It worked for what he did, but he sometimes missed the good old days. The days William was a good person with only a quirky personality to prove his eventual criminal mind. It’s strange looking back now, remembering the little things he’d do that would later make sense after killing those children. He remembered the times Will would grow numb and distant, especially after something tragic happened. Example: When Chris died. Now, Henry knew that any death was capable of changing a person.

But William...almost snapped and remained that broken way up until he went missing. He almost lost it when he found out a second Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was going to open. Why was he the only one who wanted to throw away the Fazbear Entertainment Business for good?! Was it even salvageable after the killings and the Bite of 87?! He really wanted the whole nightmare in his 20’s to be over. But the Fazbear Entertainment was not helping him to stop thinking about it. They just HAD to try and get profit off the animatronic business. He had sadly started a chain of circumstances that he can’t let go of for his life.

Even though he wasn’t the killer, Henry still felt partly responsible for the huge mess he made of things.

Henry’s thoughts were quickly pushed aside as he heard a knock on the door. Henry looked up and looked over at the microwave. It still had a few seconds left. So, Henry stopped the microwave and walked to the door.

He opened up the door. “Hello-”

Henry shouted in horror and just about died from a heart attack right there on the spot! ZOMBIE!

Henry fell his butt and scooted himself back as the zombie held his hands out. “Henry hold on!” it told him.

IT KNEW HIS NAME?! OH NO! “AAAAAH! SH- SHIT! STAY AWAY FROM ME!”

Henry tried to kick the door shut on the crippled, dead looking thing. But to his horror, the walking corpse grabbed his ankle! Henry SHRIEKED as loud as he could!

“HENRY! Henry, it’s me, Michael!” The corpse yelled to him. “Look!” The corpse pulled out his wallet and showed him his health card with a picture on it.

“YOU- YOU STOLE THAT!” Henry tried to tell himself out loud as he looked up at the face. “IT CAN’T BE! MICHAEL’S ALIVE AND FIT, AND-” Henry words started to fade as he immediately recognized the face of the poor boy he knew so well. “I-” He took the health card from him and held it up beside the face of the walking corpse.

Holy crap...it looked EXACTLY LIKE HIM! Except, it looked like Michael hadn’t taken a bath or brushed his hair in weeks! To make things worse, it looked like something under his shirt had been bleeding heavily and staining the shirt.

Henry dropped the health card in pure shock and covered his mouth. “What happened to you?!” He asked as he started to stand up.

Tears started falling down Michael’s darkening cheeks as he reached his hands out, visibly begging for a hug. Henry quickly acted, pulling him into a worried but loving hug. Michael wrapped his arms around him as well, and started crying into his shoulder. He was mentally exhausted from everything he had just been through. He was even partially holding himself up.

Henry rubbed his back and tried to ignore the slightly ghastly smell that was coming from him. He really looked like he was rotting from the outside in. He was secretly hoping the smell was just body oil drowning his skin, pores and scalp. Strangely enough though, Michael didn’t feel moist. He felt...dry. Like super dry. Like heavy amounts of Eczema was covering and destroying his skin bit by bit.

Henry finally pulled away and cupped his purple cheeks. “You...I hate to be that kind of person, but…” Henry brought his hands to his shoulders instead. “You look like shit!”

Michael guffawed somewhat quietly and cracked a yellow, lobsided smile. “I know…” He told him.

“How did this happen? And...do you need some cream?” Henry asked, slightly laughing despite the pain and confusion of seeing Michael so distressed and disfigured.

Michael looked at the back of his own hand, and nodded. “Yes please.” Michael replied, staring at the exposed skin where his nails used to be.

Henry grabbed some cream from the bathroom and handed it to him. Michael sat down on a chair in the living room, and removed the bottle cap. While that was happening, Henry got up and headed to the kitchen to get his presumably hot food from the microwave. He checked his food, and smiled when it felt nice and warm. Henry pulled his lasagna out of the microwave, and walked out to the living room again to check on his less-than-okay nephew.

Michael was putting strips of cream onto his arm and...patting the cream onto his skin instead of rubbing it. Henry widened his eyes and blinked in confusion. That is not how you put cream on. Literally no one puts cream on like that! “Uuuuuh...Doooo you want help? You act like you’ve never put cream onto your skin before.” Henry asked.

“I’m fine.” Michael replied.

HA! That’s a laugh and a half. He is most certainly NOT okay!

“If I rub the cream on like normal, I’ll remove all the skin that’s dying. So I have to be very gentle.” Michael admitted.

Henry blinked and frowned. “Then...is it even worth the fuss?” Henry asked.

“No. But it feels nice and cool.” Michael replied.

“Would...would you rather you had a bath?” Henry asked, placing his lasagna down.

“I’ve tried bathing. But...the skin and hair just falls off and clogs everything.” Michael admitted.

Henry just about gagged at that. Gosh...Whatever happened to him, must be such a pain. He looked down at his plate and...gave it a push away from him. He was quickly losing his appetite. “So what exactly happened to you? Did you get hit with radiation? Are you dying?” Henry asked. “It sounds like radiation poisoning to me. Did you hear about that Nuclear Reactor explosion that happened in Russia?” Henry added.

Michael shook his head.

“A nuclear reactor exploded, and they predict hundreds of thousands of people were exposed to radiation. Hair falling off, skin dying out, and skin color change are all part of it.” Henry explained.

Michael shook his head. “No. I wasn’t exposed to radium. But I did get hit with a metal scooping system.” Michael explained.

Henry tilted his head. “Scooper?”

Michael sighed. “A huge device that looks like an ice cream scooper, that destroys animatronics.” Michael explained.

Henry blinked and quickly looked at him. Did he just say animatronics?!

“Wait wait wait…” Henry pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes. “You didn’t get yourself a job at the old pizzeria, did you?” Henry asked.

Michael shook his head. “Circus Baby’s Pizza-”

“Oh my fucking- MICHAEL!” Henry yelled. “We talked about this! I don’t want you having anything to do with your crazy fucking father! I know it’s probably curiosity that led you to do this, but come on!” Henry reacted. “Did none of that curious cat story stick to you at all?!” Henry asked.

Michael groaned. “That was 6 years ago.” Michael reacted.

“Still! It still applies here. The cat wanted to know what was at the bottom of the well, and tried to swim to get down there. But: she died before she got to see the bottom. One small question about your father, and now look at you! Rotting right in front of me!” Henry reacted.

Michael just chuckled at that. “Hey look: I died after getting my answer.”

“MICHAEL! Death is NOT a joke.” Henry spat at him. “You of all people should know that by now.”

“It can be if it happens enough times.” Michael admitted.

Henry stood up, walked right up to Michael and slapped him across the face. Michael widened his eyes and held his hand up to his own face. “That’s for not listening to me and getting yourself scooped like an ice cream tub.” Henry shot at him.

Michael frowned. “Don’t use ice cream as an allegory. I’ve heard it plenty enough for a lifetime from Elizabeth.”

Michael’s angry face morphed into surprise. “You...you found Elizabeth?” Henry asked.

“Mm hmm...Baby’s eyes changed color to match Elizabeth’s eyes.” Michael explained. “And...she was scooped too.”

Henry frowned. “Did you find anyone else while you were there?” Henry asked.

“Besides a ballerina whose voice strangely reminds me of my mother...no.” Michael replied.

Henry sighed and sat himself down. “Come on: let’s...cover up the tub drain with a drain cover, and let’s get you a bath ready.” Henry decided.

Michael looked up at him and looked down again. Something was up with him. But...he wasn’t saying anything.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong? Or am I gonna have to guess?” Henry asked.

Michael sighed again and started to lift up his shirt. Henry gasped and covered his mouth in panic as he looked at what was left of Michael’s middle. It was just a big, rotting hole of purple with only the lower ribs to identify specifically what was missing.

“Does…” Henry almost felt the need to put his hand in between the hole. “Does it hurt?” He asked, holding his hand out.

Michael gently took Henry’s hand and led it into the hole. The moment his hand went an inch deep without touching anything, Henry pulled his hand away and shook his head in disgust and fear. “It’s okay. Look:” Michael stuck his own hand into the hole, deeper and deeper. Until, he flinched slightly from the strange feeling of his hand touching his spine and nerves. Henry yelped and covered his mouth with his fist with anxiety filling him. He was so nervous he was gonna drop dead at any moment.

Michael removed his hand and gave Henry a smile to show ‘everything’s weird, but fine’. Though the deep red blood on the boy’s hand didn’t help much.

Henry almost shivered. “You sir...are really testing my stomach.” Henry mentioned.

Michael giggled and brought his bloody hand closer to Henry’s face! Henry shrieked and fell right off the couch! Michael bursted out laughing at the reaction, and got up to clean his hand.

“Ew ew ew ew gross- That’s the most inappropriate thing you could’ve done!” Henry reacted.

Michael just leaned forward against the sink and laughed at him. Henry’s reaction was perfect!

“Oh! OH! You wanna laugh now? Alright, you asked for it!” Henry stood right up, walked up to Michael and started tickling his ribs.

Michael yelped. “AAAHAHA! HENRY, WAHAHAIT!”

“WOW! Dead, purple, but still ticklish as ever!” Henry reacted. “Guess your death hasn’t killed off your nerves yet.” Henry brought Michael against the counter, turned him around to lean against his back, and continued attacking his ribs.

“STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT! WHYHYHYHY?!” Michael asked, through his strong laughter.

“Why?! Because not only did you manage to break the many rules we agreed on, but you managed to nearly get yourself killed!” Henry reacted.

Michael grabbed Henry’s hands and held them away as he tried to breathe. “Hohohold ohohon…”

“Okay, okay. Take your time.” Henry allowed him.

Michael looked up at him. “Ihihi...Why though? Why did I live after...getting scooped?” Michael asked. He didn’t wanna tell Henry about Ennard, knowing he’ll flip even more if he mentioned a sentient animatronic that wanted to disguise himself.

Henry’s looked down a little and bit his lip. “Well…” He took a moment to think of how he was gonna tell him. “The only way I can describe it...is by giving it a name. I call it ‘The Afton curse’.” Henry explained with an awkward chuckle.

Michael frowned. “...Ouch. I know my family has a bad wrap, but I’m still an Afton too.” He admitted.

“I know, I know. It affects more than just the Afton family as well. Example: my little Charlie.” Henry admitted.

Michael looked down.

“Basically: The Afton family and those who’ve known William, have the unfortunate habit of possessing animatronics.” Henry explained. “But you seem to have gone down a new option: zombifying.” Henry explained.

Michael lifted an eyebrow. “You sound like an alien conspiracy theorist.” He told him.

“I know, I know. But it’s the only way I can explain the ‘possessing animatronics’ thing.” Henry mentioned. “Also, it doesn’t exactly help that the children William killed also rotted in the animatronics.” Henry added.

Michael made a disgusted face. “Great...I’m rotting without an animatronic to hold me together. And I’m stuck with this family curse because I’m genetically linked to a killer.” Michael groaned. “I have never wanted to slap my father across the face more than I do now.” Michael admitted.

Henry laughed a little. “Don’t we all?”

Michael smiled at that. “Can we...stop talking about the ‘Afton curse’? And maybe go back to the ‘You died! Time to tickle you!’ thing?” Michael asked.

Henry laughed and was taken back. “Really?!”

If Michael could have blushed, he probably would’ve at that very moment. “I mean...yeah! I kinda feel like laughing-” Michael’s explanation was quickly interrupted by a pair of hands tickling his ribs again. “HeheheHEHAHAHAHAHA! OHBOY- OKAHAHAYHYHYHY!”

“I don’t think I fully remember just how ticklish you are. I doubt you even remember either! It’s probably been a while since you were last tickled.” Henry admitted.

“YOHOHOHOU THIHIHIHINK?” Michael reacted.

“Yes! Now hush. I wanna hear some squeals and snorts from you.” Henry ordered jokingly as he lifted one of his arms up.

“HEHEHEHEhehehe...Henry, don’t even think about it!” Michael ordered. Henry only smirked at this and wiggled his fingers really close to his armpit. Michael yelped and developed a wobbly smile with nervous giggles spilling out.

Henry couldn’t stop his evil facade from breaking. He soon dropped his wiggling hand and started laughing. “Ihihi’m nohot even tickling you!” He reacted.

Michael tittered into the side of his closed fist. “Cahahause ihihit’s the suspehehense!” He explained.

“The suspense? For something you told me you wanted?” Henry mentioned. He started wiggling his fingers again and finally touched down on the vulnerable armpit. Michael shrieked like a bat, and completely lost himself in his laughter. “Wow!” Henry reacted. “I don’t mean to sound insulting, but you sound a little like the Joker.” Henry admitted.

“HEHEHEHEY! IHIHIHIHI’M OHOHOFEHEHEHE-”

“Offended? Did I offend the son of a famous killer? Are you gonna vow vengeance on me and get him to kill those who bully you?” Henry teased.

“WHAHAHAHA?! HAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Michael shook his head and kicked his feet wildly.

“Oh, you’re not?! Thank goodness! I would’ve been a goner!” Henry teased.

Michael kicking started to reach Henry’s belly and waist, leading Henry to grab his feet. “Hey now! Who told you you could kick me?” Henry asked.

Michael’s laughter fell into giggles once again, mixed with panting. “Sohohohohorryhyhyhyhy.” Michael told him.

“I’ll forgive you, but you gotta promise me-” Henry pulled off his socks, “you’ll never try and kick me again.” he started skittering his fingers onto his foot.

Michael threw his head back and snorted before falling into rapid giggles. “Hehehehehehehenryhyhyhyhyhy! Nahahahahahahaha!”

“Wow! You’re still able to talk after all this? Your lungs must’ve grown extra strong when you died!” Henry teased, giving Michael’s chest a couple pats.

Michael’s giggles paused, and were quickly replaced with coughs. Henry quickly let his foot go, walked up to Michael and patted his back to help him cough it out.

“Ohohow...Ow. I think my lungs are broken.” Michael admitted.

“Was tickling you a little too much?” Henry asked.

Michael shook his head. “No. I needed that. Thank you.”

Henry smiled and fluffed his hair. “You’re welcome.”

Michael’s eyes went cross-eyed when he felt a bunch of his dead hair falling down his face. It felt weird. Henry widened his eyes and looked down at his own hand:

It was completely covered in Michael’s hair.

Henry looked down at his hand, back up at Michael, back at his hand and back up at Michael again. Not sure how to react, Henry rubbed the hair from his hand onto Michael’s chest. Michael laughed at this and just took it. Guess all the zombie jokes can be made. Starting after his drain-clogging bubble bath.

[saksukei]

san + mermaid au pt.2 [part 1]

SO MANY PEOPLE REQUESTED IT?? I WAS SO SHOCKED IM– like legit?? thank you so much for reading? I'm so happy it literally means so much to me

other mermaid aus; yunho yeosang

You couldn't sleep for the past three nights knowing that San was refusing to escape even when you told him you were going to help him?

I mean sure yeah, he didn't want to escape because of you but you weren't up for a contemporary reenactment of romeo and juliet

you hung out with him every night but you just couldn't understand this decision of his

soon enough, it was morning and everyone was up for their training except you heard a lot of commotion outside your cabin

you headed outside ,,,,, annoyed that everybody was being so loud today

when you came outside you saw that the entire staff was standing around san's tank?

hAD HE ESCAPED?

You ran at full speed and caught up with your uncle and asked him what was up

but his reply was something different than you had expected

“the mermaid is– dead,” your uncle informed you and you felt someone rip your heart out

“d-dead?” you repeated. “How could that be possible?”

“i don't know,” your uncle answered. “eh, whatever it is– just dispose of the body and try to find an new one.”

and you looked at your uncle in disbelief

“how can you be so disrespectful? You killed the mermaid!” you hissed.

“yeah and I've taken enough pictures for us to prove its existence,” your uncle retorted. “I have another task at hand, so adios.”

You were about to curse but then you realized your uncle was scum of the earth and he didn't even deserve that

You couldn't even cry because then everybody would ask as to why you were

So you just sat there as they took his body out of the tank, trying to hold back your tears

you told this idiot you'd help him escape but no he didn't want to listen

for three goddamn days you had been convincing him to escape but no, he was being an idiot and look where it lead too

“where do we dispose of his body?” one of the workers asked.

“i think it'd be best to dispose him of in the ocean. That way we you know–” you answered.

Everyone agreed and you decided it'd be best to accompany the two workers and help them

so you did

San looked so pale, his body was lined with those bruises and you couldn't help but feel a tear slide down your cheek

After going into the water, they threw his body and you watched from the shore

You eventually told the that you were going to stay there for a bit longer so that you could just cry your heart out

and you did ,,,,,, as you walked deep into the water without any fear, hoping that it was all just a bad dream

you were in almost neck deep water, gently swaying with the little waves

and you felt something swim by you in a whoosh

could it be?

“i knew I trusted you for a reason.....” you heard someone say

“s-san?” you cried out

and san jumped out of the water, a grin on his face, as he wiped the tears from your face

“you're alive?” you looked at him in disbelief

“yes!” he chuckled, as he splashed some water on you

“but I saw them dispose your lifeless body! You looked so pale!”

“haven't you heard the story where the parrot acts dead but he's alive, only to get his freedom?” San wrapped his arms around you.

“sAN BUT YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME! I CRIED SO MUCH AND I WAS EVEN READY TO DROWN THAT STUPID UNCLE OF MINE!” you yelled

“you'd be doing the world a favor if you drowned him,” he joked, earning a forehead flick from you. “and the only reason I didn't tell you was because I didn't want to cause trouble for you.”

“san you'd never cause trouble for me,” you told him.

“i'd hate to cause trouble for someone i–” he whispered the last part as he rubbed the nape of his neck

“someone you what?” you asked, confused.

San looked up, a big grin on his face with his dimples showing, as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “someone I love so much....”

[collecting-stories]

Game Night - Topper Thornton

Request: Hi ! I was wondering if you’d write Topper for the #10 for the 50 kiss type prompt? You’re literally the best! I’ve been reading since you started your Vikings imagines.

A/N: Sorry this took so long!

Outer Banks Masterlist

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You sat on the couch in Kelce’s gaming room, feet tucked under Topper’s thigh while you watched the two of them play Call of Duty. Ever since Sarah and Topper had broken up he had been spending more time with you. 

Before, even though it hadn’t been a real issue, he had made it one. He claimed it was better if you and he didn’t hang out alone since he was dating Sarah. Kelce said it was because he had feelings for you but you were hesitant to believe that Topper would ever reciprocate the feelings you had for him. But Sarah was out of the picture now and your friendship was back to as normal as it could be.  

“As exciting as watching you guys do this is...I’m gonna go grab some food.” You announced, standing up and slipping your feet into your slides.  

“Where?” Topper asked, not looking up from the game.

You rolled your eyes at their obliviousness. You’d meant that you were leaving altogether to get food with no plan to return. “Where do you want?” You asked, looking over at Kelce as he paused the game long enough to give you an order.

“Will you grab me a breakfast sandwich from Bittersweet? And a side of bacon?” He asked. “And a side of homefries.”

“And a side of anything else?” You snarked.  

“I’ll have the same thing.” Topper said, reaching over and running his hand down the back of your calf, pulling you closer to the couch.  

“Stop,” you smacked his hand away, scrunching up your nose, “you know I’m ticklish.”

“My bad.”  

“Yeah right,” you grabbed your keys and your wallet off the couch next to him. “I’ll be back.” Just as you said it you turned your head to look at Topper, leaning over and giving him a kiss without thinking about it.  

Certainly not platonic, the kiss was so casual that Topper almost thought he imagined it. Especially when you stood up and breezed out of the room as fast as you could. He sat there for a couple seconds just staring in shock. The only thing that broke him out of it was Kelce smacking his arm and telling him to go after you.  

“Dude, she just kissed you man, you gotta follow through.” Kelce said. He was just as blown away as Topper though he recovered much faster. He knew that the two of you had feelings for each other.  

“Right, right, yeah.” Topper stood up, tossing his controller back onto the couch when he almost walked out of the room with it and then heading down the hall for the front door. You were at your car when Topper got to Kelce’s porch.  

You had stopped to text a friend, freaking out internally that, not only had you kissed Topper, but you had done it so casually it was as if you always kissed him. He would know that you liked him, know that you thought about what it would be like to date him on a regular basis. He would realize that your feelings for him extended far passed friendship and you had to admit that you were terrified you had just ruined a great thing.  

You heard your name being called and looked up to see Topper coming down the front steps toward you. “Wait!” He pleaded when you grabbed your door handle, ready to jump in the car and drive yourself straight off a cliff.

“Top, I can ex-”

Before you could finish your sentence he had made it over to you, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you. Not the casual ‘I’ll see you later’ ‘we’ve been dating forever’ kiss that you had planted on him before you walked out the door. This was a ‘I have serious feelings for you that aren’t going to go away and this is the only way to express them kiss’. A kiss that made your head swim and your knees feel weak. You still held the door handle in one hand but the other gripped his button up, trying to pull him closer until you were trapped between him and your car.  

When he pulled away both of you were breathing heavy, your eyes wide as you stared at him, “you kissed me.”

“You kissed me first.”

“No...no, you kissed me. I just, that was...you kissed me.”

“I know,” Topper laughed, “you said that.”

“But...but you like Sarah.”

“No,” he shook his head, “no, I like you. More than I could ever like Sarah or anyone else.” Topper explained. “I didn’t realize it before. I know that sounds like a line but it isn’t. When you kissed me it was like everything just made sense.”

“You are so cheesy,” you laughed, “but I know exactly what you mean.”

Topper leaned in, about to kiss you again when the sound of someone clearing their throat caught both your attention, Kelce was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m super happy for you guys but would it possible for you to wrap it up...I’m starving.”

“Come on man,” Topper groaned, pulling away from you to smack his best friend on the arm, “you’re the one who told me to come out here.”

“Wrap it up.” Kelce repeated.  

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I BROUGHT YOU THE SEA- DREW STARKEY X READER

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Summary: A beach day after a long time of working hard on the set of Outer Banks, makes Y/N Y/L/N realize the love Drew Starkey has for her.

A/N: To all my Drew Starkey lovers, here’s your new cup of tea. Enjoy.

It was a tiring day after set; the blue, shiny water calling for them. Everything they took for the beach day, from beach towels to bags and sunscreens, were dropped on the heated sand. The Maddies were already in the water, followed by Chase and Rudy. JD was making sure he doesn't have his phone in the pocket of his swimming shorts, before getting in the water. Like Madlyn said: "Now or never". Their set day ended, wrapping the filming of "Outer Banks" and this was the last time they'd get to swim in the water for a while. Y/N came last, placing her belongings on a beach towel. She couldn't enjoy the water, because her sudden flu didn't let her. She sat on it; a sad and disappointed facial expression on her face, as she observed the fun they had, splashing each other with water and taking pictures. While everyone forgot about her flu and how she couldn't reach the sea, one person came to her with a hand full of seashells. -Here babe, I brought you the sea. -said Drew, sitting down on the beach towel. He poured them in her hands, Y/N looking at him in surprise. The joy built up in her body, brushing away the sadness of not having fun with her friends. She looked at the different shapes and colors, looking up at her beloved boyfriend and placing a kiss to his cheek; nuzzling their noses together. -I love them Drew. When'd you pick them up though, we just came? -I knew we were going to the beach, so came before we went on set and picked these up for you. -At four o'clock in the morning? -she looked up at him in shock. -It's when the water's crystal clear and brings many seashells to the sand, baby. -You didn't have to wake up that early. Wasted 2 hours of sleep before hard work for seashells. -Anything for you, miss princess. -he said, touching his nose to her and dropping her back on the towel. He placed a kiss to her lips, taking in the taste of her chapstick and scent of freshly applied sunscreen. Drew looked at her with adornment; his eyes following each of her facial features, as she smiled knowing what he's doing. -Not only are you sun-kissed right now, but also Drew-kissed. -I don't mind either of them. -she said, closing her eyes from the sunlight, even though her boyfriend blocked some of it by hovering over her. -Aren't you going to swim? -I'd rather be Y/N-kissed. -Drew, they've been calling you for a long time now and you didn't even notice. -Dude, -JD jogged over to them, -are you deaf or too much in love? We've been calling for you. -A little bit of both, but mostly the second one. -he said, getting up from his position and putting his sunglasses on. It all went perfectly, with his tanned and fit body and the black RayBan. He placed too many kisses on Y/N's face, before jogging over to the group. She brought up her knees, observing her boy as he laughed together with Rudy, goofing around the beach. Her look then glued to the towel, where a shell and a note inside it was sticking out the most. She unfolded it and revealed her well-known hand writing: "I wish I could give you my eyes, so you could see how stunning you are and how I'm so in love with you. Love you, stunner. -Drew" Her smile grew bigger and when she looked up, her heart skipped a few beats at the wet figure of her boyfriend, as his blonde strands of hair dried naturally, revealing the golden tints in them. -Oh my god, are those...Rudy Pankow and Drew Starkey? -said a girl to another, not to far away from Y/N's towel. She smiled; proud of how her boyfriend's career has been growing every day with the hard work he's been putting in it. -Okay, but like you have to pick one. -Hm...let's see. Rudy is cute and all, also very hot. But Drew, he's like the boyfriend that'll protect me, plus, I mean...look at his body----one hot guy, I swear. Who'd you pick? Y/N turned her look to them, the girls waiting for an answer. She was confused at first, not knowing if they're really asking her or just questioning her lonely presence at the beach. -I-uh... -She can have Chase Stokes. -He's dating Madlyn Cline, look how close they're are. -Oh, yeah. Whatever, she'll find someone, there's Austin and JD left, as well as Deion. Y/N was the set's photographer, so it wasn't strange that they didn't know her. And, the conversation continued, somehow the both of them involving her in it. -Why are you alone? -I'm not. -said Y/N, pointing to the group, -Those are my friends, we came to enjoy a beach day after set. -They're your friends? But, you're no famous, why are you hanging out with them? -I'm the set's photographer. Also, Drew's girlfriend. -Yeah yeah, of course, and I am married to the prince. -Okay then. -said Y/N letting out a short laugh, putting all the seashells in her beach bag. -Sorry to say this-----but-----why would Drew be with you? Like, I know it sounds rude of me, but you just------don't seem to fit each other well. You're pretty too, don't get me wrong, but he's something else. Sorry, please. -No, it's fine, thank you for your honesty. Just-----sometimes, people don't have to match physically. It's what we carry inside that matters. Excuse me, I'll go to the market for some water. Y/N took her bag and put on her sandals, making her way to the small market not too far away from the beach. She thought they were fans and hated when strangers start to talk about how couples don't fit each other. Just when she was about to walk out, the group was settled in their cars and ready to head back to the trailers and pack for home. Drew's face lit up at her view in front of the market, as she tried to tie her hair in a messy bun, struggling with her waves and curls. She stepped down and intertwined her hand with Drew's put out hand, him giving it a little kiss.

The car ride back was quiet and Drew was getting suspicious. She was supposed to put some music, dance and sing. Instead, her elbow's rested on the car window and her cheek deeply swallowed by her hand. The wind blew her stuck out hairs. He could tell something was wrong with her, so he tried asking her. -I hate being alone in the car. -he started. Her figure straightened up immediately. -You're not alone, I'm here. -Yeah babe, but you've been quiet for too long. Is there something wrong that you're not telling me? -Something happened at the beach and I've been trying to brush it away from my thoughts. I know I shouldn't care about it and even though I don't, it just keeps appearing in my head. -she sighed, -There were these two girls and at first I thought they were fans and was so happy that they recognized you, but then------ -What happened then, baby? -They drooled over you, literally. He laughed to himself, looking at the road. -Is there something funny? -You're too cute to be handled baby, and your tiny jealousy is as well. -They also said why would you ever date me and that we didn't fit together. -And what did you respond with? -That, what we carry inside matters the most. -And with a given on spot answer, you're still worrying about people you'll probably never see in your life again? Come on Y/N. -I'm sorry, but I still care. You're a known person and going out in public with someone like me, just----- When she was about to finish her sentence, Drew pulled over to the side of the road, -Going out in public with such a stunner? I don't see a problem here. -Stunner for you, bummer for others. -Isn't my opinion the only thing that matters to you right now? -It...is...but still... He gave her a deep kiss, tightening his grip on the side of her head. He then placed two kisses on each cheek, pinching her nose and starting the car, -No more worrying okay? I need my joyful baby back. -Okay, no more. -she said, peeling a chocolate bar and taking a bite of it. While they were at a red light, Drew leaned over and kissed the chocolate part at the corner of her top lip. -My messy baby. I love you. -I love you too. -she said, trying to hide her blushed cheeks and pecking Drew's lips.

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Evening Date - Mikey Way x Reader (Advent Calendar 2020)

Prompt: E: Evening dance (A night at a ball? Or maybe just silly dancing in the kitchen?) from @kairaiimagines​​​ Christmas Alphabeth prompt list on Tumblr  

Reader: wears a dress

Warnings: somewhat angsty? But with fluffy ending

Word count: 1 305

The music was too loud to talk, and the glass in your hand almost empty again. Damnit. You had only gotten a refill a couple of minutes ago, but with the deafening silence between you and Mikey, you had reverted to sipping on your coke constantly, and now the glass was as good as empty.

Glancing over at Mikey, you felt the heat in your cheeks intensify again, just as it had been doing the whole evening long. But he did look so good! The black suit he was wearing seemed a tad bit too big, as if it had been bought for someone with broader shoulders. The white dress shirt underneath fit perfectly though. And his tie was the same silver-blue as the prom dress you were wearing. Embarrassingly enough the whole gym had been decorated in the same colours, making it feel as if you had been planned as part of the interior design; the awkward, quiet high school couple at the Winter Dance, that did not know how to talk to each other, because he had been pushed to ask you out by his friends, and you had said yes because you had been crushing on him since junior year.

If you were quite honest? You were pretty certain he did not want to be here with you. Probably he had his eyes set on some cute cheerleader, or one of the school band girls. Not someone like you. Why had he asked you out anyway? You knew it had been his friends, pushing him. You had seen them literally push you into your direction. And you? had thought they had tried to encourage him, because he was generally very shy, and what else were you gonna say but yes when your crush asks you out to a dance? But now it was pretty obvious by his cold demeanour that he did not want anything to do with you. The burning in your eyes annoyed you almost more than the realisation that you would obviously never get a proper chance with Mikey.

Sighing quietly you took the last sip of your coke, and pushed away from the table. If he already did not want to talk, you might as well enjoy yourself.

“Would you like to dance,” you asked, over the table, almost screaming so he would notice you over the loud music.

Mikey’s head whipped around, his eyes wide.

“I- uh,” he glanced to the dancefloor to his classmates, all swirling girls around, and laughing. “I don’t really dance.” And never before did he regret not having taken dancing lessons as much as in that moment.

“Oh-”

That was it then, right? He had dragged you here, barely conversed with you, did not want to dance? So you might as well go home, right? No need to play the “got asked out as a dare and has to suffer through the even now, poor thing”-kid anymore.

Mikey watched as you picked up your empty glass, and started turning away.

“Do you want me to get you another drink,” he quickly offered, turning his body more into your direction.

“No thanks, I think I’m going home,” you replied without looking at him. Otherwise he would have seen the tears of hurt and frustration swimming in your eyes.

It felt as if Mikey had been thrown into an ice crusted river. All his senses went numb at once, the music got drowned out by the hammering of his heart, the only thing he saw clearly was you, walking away from him, tiny reflections of blue tinsel skipping over your bare shoulders, specks of light from the effect spotlights catching in your hair, a glimmer of blue and silver.

It took him almost an entire minute before Mikey was able to shake of the shock, and his feet followed the direction his heart was leading him in. He caught up with you just outside the doors of the gym, his hand unexpectedly wrapping around your wrist.

“I-”

He stared at you, and felt like he had been thrown into that river all over again, as he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“It’s fine,” you told him, your voice cold, your eyes faking confidence, “you don’t have to go to a prom with someone if you don’t like ‘em. Go on, have fun with your friends.”

That you were not trying to pull your hand away from him, gave him the hope that you might not mean what you had said.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised, talking suddenly seeming so much easier than it had all evening long. “I really wanted to come here with you, and then I got all nervous and shy, and I know you wanna dance, and I’d love to dance with you, but I suck at dancing, and I suck at small talk. And I’m already quiet at the best of times, but I like you so much, and it just makes me so much more nervous to talk. I get that you wanna go home, but I’d really like to give me a second-” he stopped. No. He had messed up. He needed to live with the consequences of that. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that,” he sadly hung his head, letting go of your hand. “It’s just pure selfishness of me asking you to stay. I just want to spend more time with you. But I can drive you home if you like.”

For a moment there was silence. From inside there was music blaring through the open door. You had heard what Mikey had said, all of it. And yet your mind was stuck on one phrase.

“You like me?”

Mikey looked at you unbelievingly.

“Of course I do! I’ve... I’ve liked you for a while now,” a blush was rising to his cheeks at the confession.

“But- I thought- your friends... didn’t they dare you to ask me out?”

“Dare?” Mikey’s voice had almost risen an octave at the shock. “They pushed me! Without their encouragement I would’ve never managed to ask you out.”

Again silence fell over the two of you, and Mikey already started wondering if he had said something wrong, when suddenly warm fingers closed around his.

“Let’s go back inside,” you decided, already heading towards the door, but Mikey stayed where he was.

“You don’t have to do that. If you want to go home, i can drive you home. Or call someone to come pick you up,” he offered.

Surprised you turned around to him.

“I don’t wanna go home,” you declared, your eyes no longer glittering with tears but something else. Excitement? “I wanna go back inside, and stand around awkwardly with you while searching for something to talk about, or have you stepping on my feet when I try to get you to dance with me.” You turned to face him and placed a hand on his chest. “I like you too, Mikey. And don’t you dare to think for a second you being shy would change anything about that.”

Your heart fluttered at the happy, slightly embarrassed smile that spread over Mikey’s face, along with a deep red blush. Quickly, before you could change your mind, you got on your tiptoes, and pressed your lips against his cheek. Mikey stared at you for a second, before bending down and kissing you too. On the mouth. It was a short kiss, but it still made your heart leap into your throat, and you found yourself looking at Mikey with the same surprise that was written all over his own face, as if he could not believe what he had just done.

You both broke into a broad grin at the same time, and wrapping his fingers tightly around yours, Mikey followed you back into the gym.

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I just read your fluffy headcannons with Toye and they are p e r f e c t. Made me realise how much I needed this and I was hoping if you could do one with Ron Speirs. 😔✊

anon, im incredibly happy that you think my Toye hcs were perfect- i also totally get you, anon. we all need some soft speirs hcs in our lives and i will do exactly that! 😩👌💞💕

btw im incredibly sorry that i took so long to write these hcs but hopefully you enjoy them!

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shoutout to my wifey @floydtab for helping me on these hcs, this probably wouldn’t have existed without you- you gave me so much inspo i love you ma’am 💞💕

Fluffy/General Ronald Speirs HCs

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Let’s get one thing clear here- Ron is a cold bitch but is ACTUALLY a big softie.

Only for you anyway, but no one else except you two need to know that-

Like Ron will subtly do things to impress you, and you’re just like, 'You dont have to do that I love you too fucking much already, stop tryna make me fall for you again-'

But you always appreciate it anyways because you know that this boy just wants the best for you-

Ron is straightforward and makes it his daily goal to make you happy-

If you’ve had a bad day, Ron will literally go and get your favorite food/drink/thing to immediately make you feel better, and it works 100% of the time.

Aaah- This man lowkey cares a lot in the relationship and he’s just but a bit worried and is self conscious.

But you just tell him that he's enough and that you'll love him no matter what.

After that he'll just immediately hug you and you would press kisses on his jawline while softly rubbing his back to reassure him that you’re there.

Soft declarations of love are always said and done between the two of you and you knew that you couldn’t live without it.

It was practically essential at this point and you’d never ever get tired of Ron saying ‘I love you’.

Ron is also very protective of you but he’s embarrassed to admit it.

The amount of times he almost yeeted someone because they either made you mad/uncomfortable have been endless.

Like they better HOPE that Speirs doesn’t find their address-

Ron isn’t really big on PDA but he will not hesitate to wrap an arm around your waist, and even sometimes he’ll sit you on his lap while he nuzzles his face on the side of your neck.

It’s just a personal preference of Ron’s and he just doesn’t want people to exactly see something that is intimate, you feel?

Even though he prefers to keep your relationship private, he would always softly call you endearing terms in your ear in public.

He prefers to love you in private, and he thinks that it feels more special that way.

Ron acts the complete opposite when you two are alone or behind closed doors. He’s extremely passionate and every single touch light yet intense.

Ron cannot keep his hands off you and he cherishes every moment he shares with you. 

He just loves the fact that you feel so right in his hold, like you two were always meant to be.

He loves everything about you and wouldn’t change a single thing about yourself, I promise you that.

Ron is also a MAJOR worrywart, like if he even heard you whisper ‘ow’, you better bet that he’s going to ZOOM his ass to you.

He also doesn’t express his worries verbally- oh no- his actions speak for him. He’ll hold you in his arms and will ACTUALLY kiss the area where you hurt yourself.

Ron just wants you to be alright and will fret over you even if it’s just a papercut.

Ron is also very discreet about your relationship and God forbid anyone from seeing him being soft towards you. (And God help them even more if they decide to bring it up.)

Ron constantly thinks how amazing you are while you’re right next to him with your hands in his.

He’s always extremely happy around you and he absolutely loves playing with your hair and it’s so cute.

Soft forehead kisses for this man are a must and he can’t help but smile when you press your lips softly against his skin.

Ron is definitely an athletic man and he adores swimming.

There have been countless times where Ron would take you to a lake just so he can swim with you.

When you’re done changing Ron will scoop you up and just straight up jump into the water.

Cue the WHOLESOME AS FUCK experience, thank you very much.

It’s always serene and the air is always filled with laughs as you and Ron splash each other endlessly.

Kisses are always pressed against your wet cheek whenever you two go swimming 

You’d also cradle his face in your hands as you’d stare lovingly into his eyes.

But you’d always finish swimming before him though and you’d admire him as he’d do laps.

Like Ron’s so beautiful, look at that man, he’s so fucking out of this world- 

He might or might not have been trying to impress you by doing laps, but that's a secret we'll never know-

When you’re finally dry, Ron comes up behind you as he just got out of the water and hugs you, causing you to be wet all over again.

Ron also has a special spot in his heart that is reserved for playgrounds. Like when he’s walking with you and he spots one his eyes LIGHT up and you don’t need words to tell what he was thinking.

Ron loves pushing you on the swings and your laugh and smile just keep him GOIN-

He’ll also wrap his arms around your waist as he’s behind you when you’re sliding on the slides-

The childlike wonder in Ron comes out whenever he sees a playground and that’s one of Ron’s many quirks that you loved-

Like literally the main reason he likes going to playgrounds more now is so he can just see your joyful expressions and sweet laugh-

Okokok, Ron Speirs might seem like a cat, but please believe me when I say that he adores dogs!

You could see the absolute love in his eyes when he sees Trigger and you just had the most perfect idea on what to get him for Christmas.

You fell in love with a little Bernese Mountain Dog puppy (please, please, please search them up- they’re adorable) and your plan was set in motion.

You immediately knew that Ron would love him too.

The lil pup was a pure fluffball of sunshine and this boy was bound to bring lots of joy during the holidays-

BUT HOLY SHIT YOU DID NOT EXPECT YOUR BOYFRIEND’S REACTION TO BE SO CUTE WTF-

When you presented the tiny bundle of fluff to Ron, you could see waves of euphoria emitting off of him-

You knew that Ron was already a man of a few words but he was just rendered speechless (in a good way, of course) when his eyes laid upon the Bernese puppy.

“Milo.”

“Ron- What?”

“His name is going to be Milo.”

You have caught Ron multiple times with Milo on his lap and it’s fucking adorable.

Ron would also fall asleep with Milo in his arms and you swore you were going to take a picture of that and frame it-

Milo’s energetic and bouncy personality somehow complimented Ron’s steady and calm one.

 It’s a beautiful dynamic and it just works in the best way possible.

Okokok I’ve rambled enough, but have I mentioned how caring and amazing Ron is? Yeah? Well screw it, here’s more-

Ron is a little spoon half of the time but he’ll never admit it like the stubborn cutie that he is-

You love holding him in your arms and he loves it all the same too!

But Ron is such a good fucking boyfriend, it’s making me ascend-

When you’d fall asleep in your desk while doing work, Ron would ALWAYS carry you back to your shared bedroom and lay you down gently on the bed.

Ron will get on the bed and he’d be the big spoon as he’d crawl into bed with you. 

But then you’d turn to face him in your sleep and you’d instinctively pull him closer and your cheek would be resting on chest 

Oml- I can’t the scene is too goddamn wholesome-

Buuuut if you fall asleep on the couch, Ron would bring a nice fluffy blanket to cover you and he’d sit next to you and he’d fall asleep while making sure you were ok-

You never liked waking up or mornings before, but mornings with Ron? Oh yeah, you were DOWN for that-

Ron’s fluffy tousled hair in the morning is GOLDEN and when you’d push it back to reveal his sleepy but hella handsome face, it’s fucking over I swear-

Ron also feels the same when he wakes up next to you and he genuinely thinks that it’s like waking up to an angel-

But Ron’s husky voice when he wakes up is 😩👌💕, is there anymore to say???

You’d two would just stay in bed cuddling with Milo by your side during the few hours of the morning and you couldn’t ask for anything better.

Ron was known and cemented as a hardened, scary, and stern soldier, but you didn’t mind one bit. 

Because to you... Ron was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to your life, and you couldn’t care less as to what other people thought of him. 💞

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oooooh i’m probably deceased by now, so boo- but the afterlife can wait im proud of writing these hcs!

i hope you enjoyed these hcs lovely anon and i also hope that it was good enough!

but thank you for reading, everybody, i appreciate it so much- 💞💞😩

[austarus]

Nash Wells x Reader The Beguilement of Barry Allen

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to @moonymartell​

*Yes, I’ve finally gotten around to writing for Nash. Ya’ll are really in for a treat~ Back to studying for my Medical School Admissions exam. Wish me luck

Word Count: 3870

“Ah!” Nash yelped, recoiling from your touch.

“Sorry,” You cringed at his wincing, placing the H2O2-soaked cotton ball back on the cuts on the side of his face. Ragdoll really did a number on the geological explorer earlier that night. You proceeded with patching Nash up with the first aid kit that you kept at home. Sanitizing the cuts on his arm, you made sure to roll up his sleeves to remain comfortably around his elbow. “I told you it would sting.” I mean, hydrogen peroxide is a powerful liquid formula to eradicate bacteria on cuts and wounds. The pain just means that it’s working.

“Anything from Barry on Joe?”

“No, last I heard was that Joe was transport safely out of the city.”

Nash ran a hand through his brown hair, his body aching with every movement. You handed him some pain medication and a bottle of water to help alleviate the pain reverberating throughout his body. “Good, I’m just happy that- that contortionist meta’s put away. I don’t know what I would have done if I knew he got away.” You knew what he was referring to.

“Tonight, you did your best- protecting her from Ragdoll.”

“He still ended up getting to Allegra, knocked her out and everything. If only-”

“Nash,” You cupped his face gingerly to get him to fully look at you. He stopped rambling at the softness in your voice, “that mind of yours can go on for years on the ‘what if’s’ of every situation with Allegra and her safety, but the results will end up being the same.”

“Did… Did I not do enough?”

A heartbroken look crossed through his blue eyes as he lowered his face slightly in your gentle grasp. His sullen expression crushed your heart, but you stood strong. For him. “No, Nash. You did everything in your power. Allegra… She just needs to recognize that she can’t just judge or be angry at you without understanding your reasoning on why you kept her doppelganger a secret.”

“I-I want to explain everything to her, but she-”

“I know. You just… need to give her some more time, I guess. As frustrating as that sounds. Patience just seems to be the key now. Allegra will have to look at this like an adult.” Rather than acting out every time he tried to interact with her. Honestly, it frustrates me.

“Not gonna stop?”

“Never.”

“You Wells men and your stubborn attitude.” You started putting the equipment of the first aid kit away, mentally noting that you’d have to bandage him right before bed as to not waste supplies. “Have you asked Harry?”

“For what? About Allegra?”

“Yeah? Has he not told you about Jesse?”

“I don’t- really like hanging around Harry too much… in my mind. If anything, it’s a miracle if I can get some peace and quiet. They’re all so rowdy.”

You giggled at his quieting voice with each statement he made. “Jesse was Earth-2’s own Flash. Incredibly bright and determined like her father, but so high-spirited. She was truly a force to be reckoned with, especially with all of us with her.” You sighed, retracting your hand as you spoke about the young speedster. Nash gingerly held your hand, knowing that you were close with the two Earth-2 beings. “Harry’s a father too. You never know when his advice can actually swing things around for your approach to handling Allegra.”

“I know she’s not Maya. Allegra’s her own person, but… I can’t help but feel the need to protect her. I wasn’t able to protect Maya, even after all those years of taking her in and keeping her around.”

“This is your penance for Maya?”

Nash nodded, you gave him a sympathetic smile as he answered you, “I can work through the fact that Allegra can hate me, but I will never be able to live it down if I let anything happen to her.” His blue eyes seemed to pierce right through you, rubbing his thumb over the patch of skin on the back of your hand. “Or you.” Your breath hitched a bit.

“Don’t worry you about me. I can handle myself just fine.” You grinned with twinkling eyes and rouge cheeks. “Besides, a charming adventurer gave me one of these in case I needed to make a hasty escape.” You pulled out the smoke bomb he had given you. Nash smiled proudly to himself that you opted to keep what he had given you.

“I should teach you how to make them, it’s fairly easy.”

“Maybe when we don’t have a secret organization backed by one of the biggest and richest labs in the city trying to kill us. Then you can teach me whatever you want.”

You pecked his lips causing the brown-haired man to cheekily smile down at you. “As long as I get more of those, precious.”

“Deal.” You stood up and stretched out both hands to the taller man, curling your fingers to him. Nash took your hands and allowed you to pull him up, towering over you. You tilted our head to the direction of your bedroom. “Now let’s go get ready for bed. I think a shower and beauty sleep is long overdue.”

“Babe, you shower every night though.” Nash quirked a confused eyebrow at you.

“I know. Want to shower with me?”

“No,” the Wells doppelganger deadpanned. Never again. “You turn up the water all the way and it made me feel like I was swimming in one of the deep, rocky pockets of lava within the pits of Hell. I thought my skin was going to melt off my body.”

You blinked at Nash as the both of you entered your bedroom. “I’m not even going to ask why you know and vividly described the environment in Hell. Anyway, I get really cold and the heat helps with it.”

“How do you not feel like you’re getting suffocated from the steam?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, the heat just feels really nice on my skin.” You pointed to the bathroom connected to your bedroom. “Why don’t you shower first?” You normally take quick showers anyway.

“With pleasure,” Nash padded towards the drawers that kept some spare clothes he leaves at your place when he plans to sleep over. You flopped onto your bed, mentally pulling out your change of clothes while he had entered the bathroom for his shower. The days that Nash doesn’t stay the night usually ends up with you cuddling up to a pillow in bed while wearing his shirts or long-sleeves. Goodness, you love the way his cologne and earthy musk mixed together to cling on his clothes. Nash, of course, knew of your secret guilty pleasure, but makes no complaint of it.

You blinked your eyes languidly a few times, the sounds of rushing water soothing you. One thing you noticed was that Nash doesn’t really wear any suits or dress shirts, a stark contrast to the other Wells doppelgangers you’d met. Curiosity fluttered around within you as you attempted to conjure up an image of him in a suit tailored to his own tastes. Nah, that won’t work either. Maybe formal wear just isn’t for him? I mean, I’ve yet to actually see him in casual wear either. Getting bored, you started flipping through your phone before settling on Netflix. You knew you shouldn’t be starting a new series with Nash over, but damn were you tempted to start ‘The Umbrella Academy’. And that’s exactly what you did while Nash showered.

In less than 10 minutes, Nash had finished up. Upon exiting the misty bathroom, he found you laying on your bed with your legs kicking in the air as your upper body inclined on a pillow with your phone propped up on another. Hair mused up messily than it had been all night. A soft smile plastered itself onto his face as he dried his hair. The taller man could only guess that you gave into Cisco and Barry’s whining on starting a new TV series. Tapping on your screen, you paused the pilot episode. You turned your head when you noticed his figure step into the room from your peripheral. Cheeks automatically heating seeing him adorn a fitting short-sleeve shirt that wonderfully showed off his biceps and pajama pants.

“Like what you see, precious?” He called in a low voice, intentionally doing a little arm flex as he continued to dry his hair. Nash knew you had a thing for his muscled arms… And literally everything else about him.

“A dork in his pajama’s? Yeah, I guess the view’s alright.” You teased him, earning a playful scowl.

“You wound me.” You just smiled cheekily at him, heading to take up the rest of the hot water for the night. Bumping into him on purpose before silently indicated you wanted a kiss, Nash leaned down and kissed your forehead. Before entering for your shower, you had already instructed your boyfriend to apply a bacterial ointment along with bandaging himself up. To which the brown-haired man pouted, wanting to watch you do that for him instead. What a dork. Smiling happily, you shut the door behind you with a content sigh. You started up Spotify, the song Diamonds by Megan The Stallion and Normani played before stepping in under the hot water. “I’m super shero bitch, don’t try me hoe-” You hummed heatedly in the shower, escaping into a music video of your own. Nash snickered to himself as he heard you sing through the thin walls.

***

Padding out of your heated shower, heart appeased with the intense temperature of your shower. You had a towel turban on your head and another one wrapped around your body like a dress. Your eyes spotted Nash, his eyes moving back and forth between two areas in your room before he let out a rough sigh and shut his eyes tiredly. “Nash?”

“Hm?” The blue-eyed man cracked his eyes open and tilted his head towards you as you stood by the door-frame.

“Where you with the boys? Do I need to-” You gestured to yourself.

“They just left to respect your privacy,” I, however, will not look away.

“Oh, okay.” You shrugged, stepping over to the other side of the bedroom as you slowly shed off the towel. Nash’s eyes followed you, eyes darkening a bit and a wily smile on his face. You knew he was watching you. Nash did every time, so you decided to give him a bit of a show. Swaying your hips as you started to lowly hum a song that came to mind, bending over when you needed to get something before fully getting dressed in your sunflower-printed pajama shorts and shirt set. Turning around, you gave him a seductive wink before re-entering the bathroom to commence with your skin-care routine.

“You know,” Nash spoke up as he stood and strode up beside you. He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. “I still think you’re a beauty without all those skin-care products, right?” He pointed to the corner of the skin filled with dermatologist approved products.

“As flattering as that is, you won’t be thinking that when you see me with dry and cracked skin all over my face like a dried-up zombie from those old movies.”

“Bet.”

“I’m not taking that bet.” You frowned, shaking the bottle before pausing. Then you shook it more vigorously. Nash inwardly laughed at your frustration to get what seemed to be the last remnants of the skin care solution.

“Do you need me to go get you that hydrating cleanser tomorrow?”

“Yeah… I think I’m out.”

Nash snickered before pulling you to bed with him after the two of you washed up for bed. You beamed up at the geological myth-buster when he had followed your instructions to bandage himself up. Your eyes caught Nash staring, going off into his mind and wandering thoughts.

“Nash.”

“Hm.”

“You’re thinking about it again.”

“I-I can’t help it. I…” He trailed off. “I should have been better. Done more. For her and Maya.”

You ran a hand through your damp hair before pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips to fully draw his attention away from his thoughts momentarily. His blue eyes widened slightly as his hands gently grasped your hips. “What do I need to do to make you think that you’re enough? That what you’ve done is enough?”

“I can think of a few things currently.”

“…You’re an idiot.”

“That I am not.”

“Yup, you are,” you tapped his nose before cupping his face and giving him a couple of sweet kisses. The Wells doppelganger hummed cheerily against your lips. “What’s done is done. We can only look to the next day and focus on how to better ourselves. It’s just a hard lesson we all need to learn.”

“Speaking of hard-”

“-Let me finish, then we can continue what we started earlier.” By earlier, you meant this morning. You glanced over at the clock. You meant yesterday morning. You had gotten the smart- and by smart, you mean dumb- idea to sleep over at the labs with him. That morning the two of you were… feeling particularly frisky with one another. Bottom line, the two of you almost ended up almost getting caught thanks to Nash biting down a particular sensitive spot on your neck while thrusting himself in. The both of you had to stop when your phone went off which caused you to push Nash off you and accidentally off the bed while you attempted to silence your phone. They can never know, or they’d hold it over my head forever. Especially Iris and Cisco. “Living in the past won’t do you any good, ok?” Nash reluctantly nodded, bringing one of your hands up to kiss.

I’ll try to be good. To be better. For Maya, Allegra, and You. My precious gem. Nash sighed through his nose as you saw raw emotion take over, darkening those baby blue eyes with a certain haziness. “Now can we bang?” The blood rushed to your cheeks at his imminent question before nodding subtly at your horny boyfriend. Well, I mean I’m pretty horny too. Especially since we both never got to finish and today just happened to become the longest day ever. A wide, mischievous grin laced itself onto his face as he pulled you down for more than a couple of kisses.

***

Vrr, vrrrr

Who the fuck needs me up this late? You scrunched your nose grumpily, shutting your eyes even tighter until your mind registered the sounds from your phone. Laying on your stomach, your leg was hooked over a fluffy pillow while your arm was under the pillow beneath your head. “Mmm,” you groaned in annoyance at the noise, haphazardly reaching for your phone from on the bedside counter and cracking an eye open at the sudden brightness of the screen. The phone revealed Barry’s number and goofy pic on the caller ID that you had set. You blinked a few times before swiping on the screen. Um?

“Barry?” You croaked, wincing at the hoarseness of you voice from… earlier activities with your boyfriend. You were greeted by a somber-toned voice, one that didn’t match the happy-go-lucky speedster’s persona.

“(Y/N), C-can you open the door? Please.”

“Yeah, give me one second.”

You heard his soft sniffling as you ended the line, you brain kicking into overdrive as you tripped in the dark to find something to put on. You ignored the echoing dull ache of your body as you moved. Luckily in the dim light that your phone had provided you were able to find Nash’s shirt.

“Hm, what’s wrong?” Nash groaned, waking from the movement and noise before turning to lay on his back. He rose his head to look at you as you got dressed, blinking a few times to fight back the haziness of sleep.

“I don’t know but stay put.” You padded over to leave your room, closing it behind you. Please go back to sleep. You had to make sure Barry didn’t find any trace of the myth-busting explorer.

You hurriedly went to unlock your front door and opened it. What you saw broke your heart. Barry, your closest friend, in tears and puffy, red eyes. “Oh my god, what’s wrong?” You pulled the Scarlet Speedster into your humble abode as you turned on the lights. Locking the door, you brought him into your living room area.

“Did I come at a bad time?” 

“No, of course not. I’m here whenever you need me.”

“Are you sure? You look...” Barry trailed off, subtly gesturing to you causing you to look down. Your cheeks flushed at the amount of marks visibly littering your body.

“D-don’t worry about that”

Barry awkwardly nodded. “It’s Iris, she-”

“Babe, who was at the door?” Nash yawned as he ran a hand through his brown locks, walking in sleepily and shirtless before freezing in his spot. You froze at the voice. The taller man blinked a few times, his mind starting to work now. Your eyes widened as the two men made eye contact. You were screaming internally at the awkwardness that had filled the air between the three of you. “Hi,” Nash did a subtle wave.

“Wells?”

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit~ “I can explain-” You started. Oh my god, I want to crawl in a hole and die. The thing is, with everything going on you and Nash decided to stay a secret because it’s really irrelevant with the Carver situation and Barry trying to deal with his lack of speed.

“You and Nash? What? When? How long??” The speedster was mind-blown, giving you an incredulous and stunned look. “Why didn’t either of you say anything? How did I even miss this?”

To be fair, you are pretty oblivious at times Barr. “Barry, focus. Iris first.” You stopped the speedster in his tracks before he rambled on a series of other questions. Turning around, you pointed at Nash with a finger and frown. “And you, we are so going to have a talk later.”

“I welcome it.” Nash grinned cheekily and took a seat next, watching you face-palm in response.

This smooth fucker. “Of course you do-

“-Ew-” Barry cringed at the two of you.

“Ignore him. Anyway- Barry, what happened?”

Barry went on to explain what happened that night. How he did his best to protect Joe and Cecile. How Iris had went off at him for not doing enough for Joe. About his powers and Carver. That he wasn’t there to protect her. How her words had carved a hole in his heart as she kicked him out of their home. “I’m barely hanging on with my powers. She- She said I wasn’t her home anymore. But… that’s the abnormality. Iris- We’d work through it. We’d try to talk it over. She- she wouldn’t do that to me.”

“I’m sorry Barr,” You patted his shoulder as he was seated beside you. You shook your head, mind mulling over everything he had just told you. You were essentially Barry’s confidant when it came to things like this from Iris because he knew he needed another person’s point of view so he wouldn’t be jumping head into anything and risk screwing things up even more. “I fucking knew something was off.”

“What do you mean?” Nash questioned beside you.

“The odd behavior towards you, starring off into space at oddly random times, encouraging you,” you gestured to Barry, “to do things you’d normally never do, the cooking all of a sudden-”

“-Thank you!-”

“-Barry, that’s not your wife. I don’t know who or what that is or why they’re doing this. But that’s not your Iris, Barr.”

“I don’t- I don’t know what to do. What am I going to say to the others? How do I act? Where do I go from here? How am I going to protect the others if I can’t even see the anomaly in front of me? I mean, what if she intentionally sabotages our work to stopping Carver.” Barry started rambling again, his speed gauge watch starting to blink.

“Barry-” You tried to stop his train of thought.

“How did I miss the signs? I was living with an imposter for God knows how long. How am I so gullible?”

“Barry, Nash finally called out. The speedster looked up at him and pursed his lips from his rapid-fire free fall of worrisome thoughts and guilt. “Slow down. Take a deep breath and calm down.”

“Tonight, you need to need to rest. This took a lot out of you, and your anxiety is fueling your speed to be use up.” His speed gauge watch was blinking an orange-scarlet color. “I have a spare bed in the guestroom, you can spend the night here and the three of us can brainstorm. How does that sound?”

Barry nodded at your words, avoiding your eyes as he wrung his fingers together in anticipation.

Nash spoke up, “Allen, I have some clothes you can-”

“Ah-I-I’m good. I’ll just sleep in these and get some clothes from Joe’s tomorrow morning.” You watched with a look and raised eyebrow as Barry walked into a random direction of your home before coming back to where you and Nash were seated. Smooth, Flash. A sheepish look was on the speedster’s face. “Where’s your guest room?”

“Down the hall to the left.”

“Right.”

Once you both heard the door shut Nash leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “It’s a good thing we decided not to keep our nightly activities an all-night this time. Love the new look, who’d you steal it from?” His veiny, but prominent hand had reached over you, lightly trailing the tips of his fingers on your hip under his shirt.

You lightly hit his shoulder, as he snickered at you, “I told you to stay put.”

“I didn’t hear you,” Nash pouted slightly before smirking, “And it’s not like he wasn’t going to find out. My bag is sitting right there by the couch. I mean I’m not much of an artist, but-” The Wells doppelganger trailed a hand over the love-bites on your neck, causing you to shiver. “Even I know that those hickeys were painted beautifully on your skin.”

“And I returned that favor two-fold.” You gingerly grasped his strong jaw with an innocent look on your face. “How’s your back by the way?” You asked him tauntingly.

But Nash didn’t back down, instead his grin widened as he turned his head to kiss the inside of your palm. “Deliciously aching from a precious kitty’s claws. How are those bruises on your hips?”

“Oh hush, you!” Your cheeks burned as the memories of earlier resurfaced. Nash chuckled at you, wrapping his strong arms around you before picking you up and heading back to the bedroom. The multi-versal explorer placed a sweet kiss on top of your head with that smug-ass grin on his face. “Let’s just hope, he doesn’t decide to tell anyone tomorrow,” you muttered to your boyfriend, already secretly dreading what the day will bring.

[saltandburnsis]

dead in the water, pt. 2

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam

Age: 20

Warnings: Drowning mention

Word Count: 2,993

Summary: The investigation brings on new connections, revelations and deaths around every corner as you and your brothers get closer to finding the real monster of Lake Manitoc.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who sent messages while I was away. I appreciate every one of you so, so much. Thankfully (and miraculously) both of my grandparents have made full recoveries. (Still positive for COVID but symptom-free.) As usual, all dialogue taken directly from the episode will be in italics.

~ ~ ~ ~

“So, there’s the three drowning victims from this year,” Sam said, his eyes never leaving the computer screen in front of him. You were going through the clothes with Dean, silently planning a trip to the local laundromat as the “too used to wear again” pile grew larger and larger by the second.

“And before that?” Dean asked, lifting a shirt to his nose before setting it down on the bed beside him—the first of few wearable clothes.

“Uh, yeah. Six more, spread out over the past 35 years. Those bodies were never recovered, either. If there is something out there, it’s picking up its pace,” Sam replied.

“So, what? We got a lake monster on a binge?” Dean threw a pair of jeans to the large pile behind you.

“This whole lake monster theory—it just bugs me,” you cut in, mimicking your eldest brother’s actions. At this rate, you’d spend more time at the laundromat than working on the case.

“Why?” Dean asked. Sam continued to click through the articles on his screen.

“Loch Ness, Lake Champlain—there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, there’s almost nothing. Whatever is out there, no one’s living to talk about it,” you explained. Dean walked over to Sam, standing behind him and reading over his shoulder. He pointed at one of the articles.

“Bar. Christopher Bar. Where have I heard that name before?” he asked.

“Christopher Bar, the victim in May,” Sam mused, clicking around a bit to find the article he was looking for.

“Isn’t that Andrea’s last name?” you asked as he searched, making your way over to the table and leaning over Sam’s right shoulder. He pulled up the article he was looking for, and the three of you were met with a picture of Lucas. He was wrapped in a towel, and you could only assume it was his grandfather standing beside him.

“Huh. Christopher Bar was Andrea’s husband. Lucas’s father. Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued,” Sam summarized. He clicked on the picture so it filled the screen, Lucas’s terrified face staring back at you.

“Maybe we have an eyewitness after all,” you said, moving away from the table and looking anywhere but the picture. Dean did the same, though his eyes were locked on the computer screen.

“No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn’t something you just get over.”

~ ~ ~ ~

Dean pulled up to the playground, and parked. He didn’t shut the car off, however, until he’d surveyed the area and spotted Andrea.

“Let’s go” was all he said before getting out of the car. He waited for you and Sam to get out before starting the walk over to where Andrea sat.

“Can we join you?” Sam asked once the three of you were in close proximity to her. Andrea looked up at the three of you and smiled.

“I’m here with my son,” she replied, glancing over at Lucas before turning back to you.

“Oh. Mind if I say ‘hi’?” Dean asked. Without waiting for a response, he turned away and walked towards Lucas. Andrea scoffed, smiling, and looked back at you and Sam.

“Tell your friend this whole “Jerry McGuire” thing’s not going to work on me,” she said.

“I don’t think that’s what this is about,” you answered, giving her a small, reassuring smile before looking back at Dean. Andrea mimicked your smile before turning her attention to Dean and her son. She rose from her seat and stood beside you on your left, Sam to your right. The three of you watched in an awkward silence for a moment, like parents only congregated to ensure their children’s safety. You decided to break the tense stillness.

“So, has Lucas always been so…reserved?” You asked, watching as Lucas almost refused to acknowledge Dean’s presence. A humorless laugh escaped Andrea’s lips, and she turned to face you.

“No, no. He used to be so talkative when he was younger. He shut down when his dad passed.”

“We’re sorry to hear that,” Sam interjected when Andrea paused. She sighed, crossing her arms. “I’ve taken him to therapists…done everything under the sun that I could, but still, Lucas hasn’t said a word. Not even to me. Not since his dad’s accident.”

“Yeah, we heard. Sorry,” said Dean as he went to stand beside her.

“What are the doctors saying?” Sam asked. Andrea sighed again, a sort of exasperated sigh that usually accompanied information relayed countless times.

“Oh, that it’s a kind of post-traumatic stress,” she replied. Something about her tone led you to believe she didn’t believe that herself.

“That can’t be easy for either of you,” you sympathized.

“We moved in with my dad. That helps a lot. It’s just…when I think about what Lucas went through—what he saw…” Andrea trailed off, focusing her gaze back on her son.

“Kids are strong. You’d be surprised what they can deal with,” Dean assured her.

“You know, he used to have such life. He was so hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth.” Her nostalgic smile was short-lived as her thoughts settled back in the present. “Now, he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish—” She cut herself off when Lucas approached, bending slightly to greet the boy. “Hey, sweetie.” Lucas kept his eyes on the ground in front of him, but went to Dean’s side and held out a picture.

“Thanks.” Dean took the picture and looked down at it. “Thanks, Lucas.” He turned his head to look back at the younger boy, but he’d already set back toward the bench. Andrea watched him for a moment then looked back at Dean, mouth slightly agape.

~ ~ ~ ~

The door of your motel room swung open and Sam walked in, letting it shut itself.

“So, I think it’s safe to say we can rule out Nessie,” he announced. He looked to Dean, who sat at the end of the bed currently covered in clothes—clean clothes you’d just brought back from the laundromat.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked as Sam sat at the edge of the second bed.

“I just drove by the Carlton’s house,” he explained. “There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead.”

“He drowned?” Dean asked in disbelief.

“Yep, in the sink.”

“What the hell? So, Y/N is right; this isn’t a creature. We’re dealing with something else,” said Dean.

“Yeah, but what?” you asked, dropping the shirt in your hands. Sam shook his head.

“I don’t know. A water wraith maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water…” Dean trailed off, and the three of you looked at each other, eyes widening with the revelation you seemed to come to simultaneously. “Water that comes from the same source.”

“The lake,” you continued your brother’s thoughts. “Which would explain why it’s upping the body count. The lake is draining. It’ll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it’s running out of time.”

“And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone almost anywhere,” Sam added.

“This is going to happen again soon.” Dean moved to sit at the table and began putting his shoes back on, ready to go after this thing. You grabbed your boots from their spot beside the bed.

“And we do know one other thing for sure,” Sam continued. “We know that this has got something to do with Bill Carlton.”

“Yeah. It took both his kids,” you said, pointing out the obvious in Sam’s statement as you tied your laces.

“And I’ve been asking around. Lucas’s dad, Chris—Bill Carlton’s godson,” Sam revealed.

“Let’s go pay Mr. Carlton a visit,” Dean decided, rising from his seat.

~ ~ ~ ~

As if he’d never moved from the last time the three of you visited his home, Bill Carlton sat on his dock, looking out at the water. His back was to the house, and he made no move to acknowledge your arrival at any point as the three of you walked over. His grief was obvious in his movements—or lack of, that is—but it was a whole other thing to see the despair on his face, the sorrow in his eyes when you approached the man.

“Mr. Carlton?” Sam asked. “We’d like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind.”

“We’re from the Department of-”

“I don’t care who you’re with,” Bill cut Dean off. “I’ve answered enough questions today.” His voice quivered as he spoke, always on the verge of tears. You stepped forward to speak with him.

“Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there?” Your voice was empathetic, but professional—you’d found it was enough to give you an air of authority, but comforting enough to allow you to gain the trust of your witness. Bill, however, remained silent, refusing to meet your gaze. “Mr. Carlton, Sophie’s drowning and Will’s death—we think there might be a connection. To you or your family.”

“My children are gone. It’s…it’s worse than dying.” Bill blinked away tears and finally turned to look up at you. The air fell still for a moment, punctuating his words. He turned away before he spoke again. “Go away…please.” Dean nudged you before nodding his head in the direction of the car. You wouldn’t get anywhere badgering him any further. Sam and Dean left the dock, but you stayed planted in your spot, pursing your lips.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. Bill only looked down at the ground and shut his eyes. With that, you finally turned and followed your brothers back to the car.

“What do you think?” Sam asked once you were back at the car and out of Bill’s earshot.

“I think the poor guy’s been through hell. I also think he’s not telling us something.” Dean answered.

“So now what?” Sam asked, resting his arms on the hood of the car. You went to stand beside him, ready to get in, but Dean had stopped and was now looking up at the house.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Huh. Maybe Bill’s not the only one who knows something.” He pulled Lucas’s picture out of his jacket pocket and held it out in front of him. The drawing was identical to the house standing before you.

~ ~ ~ ~

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Andrea said, putting her hands on her hips.

“I just need to talk to him, just for a few minutes,” Dean pleaded.

“He won’t say anything. What good’s it gonna do?” Andrea asked him. Sam was the one to answer her.

“Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something’s happening out there.”

“My husband, the others—they just drowned. That’s all.” Andrea shook her head, adamant in her beliefs. You sighed.

“If that’s what you really believe, then we’ll go,” you said. “But if you think there’s even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let Dean talk to your son.” Andrea didn’t reply, and she cast her gaze downward. You could practically see the gears turning as she weighed the pros and cons of letting the three of you upstairs. Moments later, she looked back at the three of you and nodded.

“Alright.” She moved past you and walked up the stairs, motioning for the three of you to follow.  You stood against the wall once you’d all reached Lucas’s room, standing close enough to see what was going on, but far enough back to give Dean space to do his thing without an audience. He stepped into the room and knelt down on the floor beside Lucas.

“Hey, Lucas. Remember me?” It was silent for a moment as he looked down at two of Lucas’s pictures. “You know, I, uh…I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again.” Dean pulled the picture of the Carlton house out of his pocket and set it down in front of Lucas. “How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me. You’re scared.” Dean nodded. “It’s okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn’t feel like talking, just like you. But, see, my mom, I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that everyday. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe your dad wants you to be brave, too.” You quickly wiped a tear from your eye. The three of you had always had a bond, having lost your mothers to demons at such young ages, but Dean was the only one with real, concrete memories of Mary. Having been two when your own mother passed, you had a vague recollection of her, but nothing as real as what Dean had.

Suddenly, Angela’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open again. You looked back into the room to see what you had missed. Lucas was looking up at Dean, meeting his eyes. He grabbed another picture and held it out to your brother. Dean looked down at it then smiled at the boy. “Thanks, Lucas.”

~ ~ ~ ~

You sat in the back of the car, leaning forward and looking over Sam’s shoulder at the picture he held in his hands. Dean sped down the street, headed back towards the motel.

“Andrea said the kid never drew like that ’til his dad died,” Dean said.

“There are cases. Going through a traumatic experience could make certain people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies—” Sam relayed some Supernatural Psychology 101, but was cut off by Dean.

“Whatever’s out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?” He asked. Sam started to respond, but Dean continued his thought. “I mean, it’s only a matter of time before somebody else drowns. So if you got a better lead, please.”

“Alright,” Sam relented. “We got another house to find.”

“The only problem is, there’s about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone,” Dean complained. You reached forward and took the picture from Sam, moving it so Dean could better see it.

“See this church?” You asked, pointing to the building in the foreground. “Bet there’s less than a thousand of those around here.”

“Oh, kid thinks she’s so smart,” Dean mocked. You smirked.

“Only ‘cause I am,” you responded triumphantly, sitting back in your seat and setting the picture down next to you. Sam chuckled at the two of you before looking at Dean, shifting the mood of the car when he began to speak.

“You know, uh, what you said about mom—you never told me that before.” Dean kept his eyes on the road ahead.

“It’s no big deal,” he replied, voice monotone. He looked over at Sam when the younger brother refused to look away and grimaced. “Oh, god, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?” Sam smiled but shook his head, finally turning away from Dean. The two of them remained silent, though, and you decided to break the tension.

“Aw, look at college boy, all in touch with his feelings,” you teased, reaching forward to push on Sam’s shoulder. “You’re turning it into a real chick-flick in here.” You sat back and smiled when your brothers started laughing; your job was done.

~ ~ ~ ~

It had taken a little over half an hour to find the location from Lucas’s drawing, but your assertion had been correct and the three of you had found the white church and, subsequently, the yellow house with relative ease. You had opted to stay in the car this time, letting Sam and Dean go investigate this part of the puzzle. You didn’t have a good feeling about what they were going to find, and after your encounter with Bill, you thought it best to stay back, lest you start getting emotional. Sam and Dean were back in the car within twenty minutes and as always, were quick to fill you in on their discoveries.

“Okay, this little boy, Peter Sweeney, vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow,” you summarized, looking between the two of them.

“Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?” Dean nodded, eyes on the road in front of him as he drove down the street, on his way back to the Carlton house.

“And Bill—the people he loves—they’re all getting punished,” Sam continued.

“So what if Bill did something to Peter?” Dean asked, connecting the dots in front of you.

“What if Bill killed him?” Sam specified.

“Peter’s spirit would be furious,” you said. “It’d want revenge. I mean, it’s possible.”

You were back at Bill’s house minutes later. The three of you got out and looked to the dock, only to find it empty.

“Mr. Carlton!” Sam called, looking around. Dean looked back to the water and spotted Bill in the boat, going out into the water.

“Hey, check it out,” he said, getting you and Sam to follow his gaze. The three of you ran down the beach and onto the dock, calling after Bill.

“Turn the boat around! Come back here!” you yelled, your brothers calling out similarly. Bill only looked back at you before turning his head and speeding up. Seconds later the boat shot out of the water, flying back towards the dock. You jumped back at the sudden explosion of water. The boat landed upside down on top of Bill and, almost instantly, both disappeared under the water.

~ ~ ~ ~

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[reidingandwriting]

Two of Us, Part Two

Word count: ~1500 words

Ship: Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, IronFam, Morgan x Y/N Stark (sisters!) Pepper x Y/N Stark (the cutest mother and daughter 🥺)

Warnings: One little swear word, angst!! (with a happy ending)

Summary: This is a part two to Two of Us, requested by @daughter-of-stark :) Also, each (x amount of time later) stands for time passed since part 1! There are of course calls in between each time period, but these are for the milestones in Y/N’s life ❤️

Link to Part One here ✨

Six months later...

“Hi, Dad. It’s kind of late, but I had to give you a call. I just got back from my graduation ceremony, I was valedictorian.” You smiled, your fingers playing with the charm on your necklace. “Mom helped me write my speech, you totally would have cried. Mom would say she didn’t cry, but Morgan and I both saw her.”

~~~

“Mom, are you crying?” Your mom rolled your eyes at the teasing tone in your voice, and she wiped at her eyes.

“Of course not. I just had something in my eyes.” Morgan scoffed, holding a bouquet of flowers for you.

“Yeah, tears.” You high-fived your sister, kneeling down to her level to hug her. “Me, Mom, and Happy picked these flowers out for you.”

“I love them, bug. Thank you so much.” You kissed the top of her head and your mom smiled.

“Let me get a picture of my two favorite girls.” Your mom pulled out her phone as you and Morgan posed, giving the camera serious looks and holding your hands out in the signature Iron Man style.

~~~

“I wish you could’ve been there, Dad. I know you would’ve been cheering the loudest. I hope I keep making you proud.”

———

Three years later...

“Hi, Dad. Me again. You won’t believe what happened. (Partner’s name here) proposed to me tonight! Of course I said yes, so now I’m engaged.” You smiled as you looked down at the ring on your finger, the sun hitting the diamond perfectly, making it sparkle.

“You’d act like you hated them, but I know you’d love them. They treat me really well, Morgan and Mom both love them. I think Morgan has a little crush on them, I’ll have to keep an eye out for her.” You laughed softly.

“We want to get married sometime after graduation. Morgan is insisting we get married in the summer, so she can go swimming during the ‘gross, kissing stuff.’ Mom thinks a winter wedding would be more romantic. I know you’d say no wedding because you wouldn’t want to accept me being over the whole ‘love being gross’ thing. Don’t worry, Dad. You’re still the first person who loved me, and you’ll always be the first person I loved.”

———

Five years later...

“Hi, Dad. So much has happened since our last call.” You sat on the familiar pier, your phone sitting beside you, on speakerphone. “You know I graduated from MIT a few months ago, top of my class. (Partner’s name) and I took some time off, we went on a road trip across the country, like me and you planned to do once I graduated. It would’ve been three thousand times more fun with your horrible singing as we drove together.”

“I decided to come back to my roots, and I took a job at Stark Industries. You’re talking to the latest software engineer.” You smiled as your hand rested on your stomach, your shirt stretching against the growing bump. “(Partner’s name) and I are expecting, Dad. We’re having the gender reveal tomorrow. Don’t tell anyone, but we’re having a baby boy. We’re naming him Anthony Benjamin.” Your voice cracked at the end of your sentence.

“I love and miss you so much. But I know you’re looking down on us, I hope you’re proud. Come visit me in my dreams sometime.”

———

Seven years later...

You grabbed your phone, dialing the familiar number before pressing call. It was your wedding day, and your nerves were getting the best of you. You froze when you heard an automated message.

“I’m sorry, this voicemail inbox is full. Please try again later.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no.” You dialed the number again, the automated voice speaking again.

“I’m sorry-“ You quickly hung up, tears forming in your eyes.

“Y/N? Are you okay, darling?” Your mom walks in, frowning deeply when she saw you. “What happened?”

“I-I can’t call Dad. I-I can’t leave a voicemail, can’t hear his voice. I-I can’t do this, I can’t.” You broke down into sobs and Pepper wrapped her arms around you, holding you close. “I-I n-need...”

“Shhh, shhh. Focus on your breathing. We can’t do anything if you’re not breathing properly.” Pepper talked you down until your breathing was under control. “There we go, kid. Now, can you try explaining what happened again?”

“I, I tried to call Dad. I always call him whenever big things happen, it calms me down to hear his voice. It’s.. It’s all I have left of him. And now I have nothing.” Your voice trailed off to a whisper. “Will it ever get easier?”

“It’ll never be perfect.” Pepper pulled back enough to grab a tissue off your vanity and gently wiped under your eyes. Then she helped you sit and grabbed your makeup bag, fixing your makeup as she spoke. “But I believe it will get easier. Every time I see you and Morgan, I see him. Especially with Morgan being a pre-teen, she definitely got his sass.” You giggled softly, humming in agreement. “Even in your son, I see him. I don’t have him anymore, but I have all of you. You don’t have him either, but you still have me, Morgan, and now you have your own spouse and child.” Pepper powdered your face, smiling fondly. “Your father may not be here physically, but I can guarantee he’s right beside you in spirit. He’s never left- and he won’t, not as long as you remember him.”

“I’ll never forget him.” Your hand subconsciously moved to your necklace, twirling the charm delicately. “Hey, Mom? Thank you. You’ve done so much for us since Dad passed, even while suffering yourself. Morgan and I really got lucky, we really have the best parents in the universe.” Pepper hugged you tight, and you returned the hug, smiling wide. There was a knock on the door, followed by Morgan peeking her head in.

“It’s time, Y/N!” You smiled at Morgan before looking at your mom.

“Let’s do this.” And you had the most beautiful wedding. While your mom may have physically walked you down the aisle, your dad was definitely walking right beside you in spirit.

———

That night...

“Where am I?” You looked around in confusion. The last thing you remembered was getting on the flight with (Partner’s name) to go on your honeymoon. You remember trying to sleep, but nothing else.

“Hey, kid.” Your father’s familiar voice filled your ears, and you turned around in the direction of his voice. There he was, standing in front of you. He looked how he did when you had been reunited after the snap, before taking the effects of all the Infinity Stones. His arm was fine, his face wasn’t scarred. He looked how you remembered him.

“Dad..? Dad!” You ran over to him, hugging Tony tight as he met you halfway. You buried your face in his neck, the comforting scent of his cologne making you tear up.

“Oh my god, you’re so grown up.” Tony petted your hair with one hand, his other hand holding you close to him. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N.”

“I miss you too, Dad. Oh my god, I miss you so much.” You pulled back a minute later, staying at arm’s length from each other. “Morgan’s turning thirteen in a few months. Mom’s going to have her hands full with her.” Tony smiled, eyes red from his tears.

“I knew the second I held her in my arms for the first time, she’d be just like me. Your poor mother.” You let out a wet laugh, wiping your eyes.

“I’ve got my own little Morgan now. He just turned two, my little Anthony.” Tony felt his heart swell at the name. “I just got married, too. Met (Partner’s name) my first day at MIT. We literally ran into each other, and I twisted my ankle when I fell.” It was your dad’s turn to laugh, knowing how clumsy you could be. “They took me to the hospital and once my ankle was better, we went out for dinner and I knew they were the one for me. I didn’t think I’d ever find a love like you and Mom have, but I got it.”

“You deserve it so much, Y/N. You better take care of each other, or I’ll haunt both of you. I’ll knock shit over, all that fun ghost stuff.” You shook your head, a fond smile on your lips.

“I wouldn’t mind you haunting me if I got to see you more.” Your eyes watered and Tony wrapped you in his arms once again.

“I know, kid. I know.” You cling to your dad, tears staining his shirt. “You may not always see me, but I promise I am always with you. I’ll be with you, Morgan, and Pepper for the rest of your lives.” Tony combs his fingers through your hair, gently twirling the ends, something that relaxed you since you were a toddler. “Y/N? Can you do something for me?”

“Of course, Dad. Anything.” You looked up at your dad, his warm brown eyes meeting yours.

“Remember that I’m the proudest dad in the world. You and Morgan are my greatest creations, and the world is at your fingertips. I know you’ll change the world.” Tony paused, letting his words sink in. “Give your mom and sister the biggest hugs from me. And, princess? I love you three thousand.” Tony pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as your eyes closed.

“I love you even more.”

———

You woke up with a start, (Partner’s name) shaking your shoulder.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty. We landed.” (Partner’s name) spoke, taking in the look on your face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, looking up towards the sky and you swear you felt the charm on your necklace move. “I’m okay. I’ve got the best person watching over me.”

Taglist: @daughter-of-stark @agent-barnes40 @spideygirl2003 @ditttiii ❤️ Taglist is open! Let me know if you’d like to be added. This GIF inspired me to do some little bonuses, those will be up as soon as I’ve written them. I’m planning on doing three to five of them, so we’ll see how they go! I hope they turn out as well written out as they are in my head. I tried to keep the love interest as neutral as I could, please let me know if there’s any mistakes ✨

[bakugou-tm]

Spring Break Horomones (Bakugou x Reader Oneshot)

It’s finally Spring Break and your class decides to have a pool party in celebration. Unfortunately for you, that time of the month has decided to come the day before the party. Instead of ditching the party, you still come but remain on the sidelines. While your class thinks you’re just being a party pooper, Kaminari and Mineta plan a foolish idea that humiliates you, plans their doom, and makes you and Bakugou grow closer together.

Rating: Angst n Fluff

Words: 4995

This idea literally came to me when I was in a taxi because I’ve unfortunately had a similar situation happen to me. I’m actually fairly proud of this, I think it gets better as it goes along. I also made it a readmore because it’s r e a l l y long. Anyways enjOY because I actually updated something for once

When your class asked to have a pool party on the first day of spring break, you all had expected the answer to be a big fat no. Especially after what happened last summer when the boys took advantage of their ‘training time’.

It was much to the class’s surprise, and excitement, that you all had convinced Mr. Aizawa to say yes. Of course it was with the help of the class’s well rounded students like Iida, Momo, and Midoriya. 

But it didn’t matter how it happened, everyone was just excited they were able to make it happen.

You had been dying to have a pool party with your friends, for obvious reasons. Free food, games with your friends, and you even got to flaunt your new bathing suit to your new boyfriend.

The only reason the temperamental blond agreed to coming to the party was because you begged him practically on your hands and knees to. When he finally said yes you honestly believed it was too good to be true.

That is until you got home and a new obstacle stood in your way.

Of course the one week of the year everybody went to the beach and played in the water and laid out in the sun: you had to get your damned period.

Admittedly you could always put on a tampon so you didn’t have to miss out on the spring break activities, but with the pool party being on your second day you knew a tampon wasn’t going to hold on the second day of your hell week.

At first you thought of just not going to the party anymore, but you knew your friends would never let you bail out so last minute, not to mention you had finally convinced your boyfriend to show up. You couldn’t just drop out now.

So you decided upon begrudgingly, going to the party. After all the only thing you couldn’t do is swim, right? That didn’t mean you couldn’t socialize and enjoy the tasty snacks?

And up until this very moment, your plan was going smoothly. You enjoyed the fresh made food thanks to Sato, you destroyed your fellow classmates in limbo thanks to your (insert whatever your heart desires) quirk, and you got to spend time talking with your friends.

The only downside is Bakugou and Kirishima were showing up late because Bakugou insisted he couldn’t miss his afternoon workout session for some “waste of time party”.

At this point it was better than nothing.

So for the past hour you sat in a lounge chair, watching as your classmates splashed around in the water like crazy people. Although what could you really expect from a bunch of heroes having chicken fights.

You felt a small pout form on your lips as you watched them play around, wishing desperately you could join them in the water. Your hormones really did tend to have bad timing.

The sound of your phone text tone distracted you from your negative thoughts, seeing your boyfriend’s contact name appear on the screen.

Blasty Babe ♡ : We’re on our fucking way, your ass better be there

At reading the rather blunt message, you felt the corner of your lips curve up into a smile. If anyone could make you feel better, it was him.

As hot headed and irrational as Bakugou could be, he also treated you like you were his entire world and you couldn’t get enough.

Sliding the phone into both of your hands you began to tap away, reassuring your boyfriend that your ass was indeed still by the poolside.

That is, until a nasally voice called out your name.

“Oi (L/n), would you mind grabbing me a soda? I’m dying of thirst in here!” Mineta shouted from the poolside.

Raising an eyebrow you looked the small boy up and down, confused as to why he asked you of all people.

“Dying of thirst in a pool?”

“C’mon (L/n) you know I can’t drink pool water? I’ve been swimming for hours! Pretty please?”

In any normal circumstance you would’ve said no, but this was honestly the first time the perverted grape boy had ever used manners with you, or any other girl. After all swimming could be exhausting at times, and you were already out of the pool.

“Alright alright, I got it,” You sighed, standing up slowly to stretch out your sore muscles before shuffling over to the cooler, “What flavor do you want?”

At the sound of the smug nasally chuckle from behind you, you began to regret your question, knowing exactly what flavor he would want.

“Cmon girl you already know what flavor I want, I’ll give you a hint it matches my balls.”

Your lip jutted out into an unimpressed pout as you whipped your head back to deadpan at the small boy as he simply winked at you.

“I don’t think we have puke flavored soda.” You muttered, wishing Bakugou were here to kick the boy away like he always did when he flirted with you.

While you bent down to open the cooler and pull out a grape soda, you remained oblivious to the plan being put on behind you.

The grape haired boy slowly came out of the pool and met with Kaminari who began to creep up on you from behind.

“Step one completed, now for Step two of our brilliant plan.” Mineta whispered with a deviant look in his eyes, “I can’t wait to see what her swimsuit looks like all wet, it’ll look hotter than it does on her now.”

Both boys seemed to be dazed in lala land, picturing your dry form being splashed in the water. It had been there plan from all along. With no Bakugou around it had been the perfect time to fulfill their dreams.

Your classmates were aware of the plan as well, but for different reasons. They figured you were just being a party pooper and waiting for your boyfriend to get there so they figured throwing you in the water would be the perfect plan to bring you in.

Little did they know the mischievous intent the two idea makers actually had in mind.

“You better not tell Bakugou about this, he’ll kill me.” Kaminari warned as the two began to draw near your bent over form.

Biting your lip you continued to snake your hand around the ice, moving cans aside to find a stupid grape soda.

“Good lord is the last one really at the very bottom?”

Once your eyes fell on the purple can you quickly snatched it from the bottom and tugged it up from the other cans on top of it.

“Mineta-kun, I found your stupid soda!” You called out, shutting the cooler lid before turning around to face his floating head in the water, “I pretty much wrestled with every other drink to get it, so you better appreciate-”

Your words came to an end when you noticed the grape haired boy had disappeared from his spot in the water. You were about to call out his name until you noticed your classmates all staring at you with grins of their own.

“H..Huh? What’s going on? Where did Minet-”

Before you could even finish your sentence you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your torso before lifting you up in the air.

“What the hell!” You shrieked, kicking your legs around until you felt a pair of small arms wrap around your ankles, “W..What’s going on?!”

“You’re going swimming whether you like it or not!” You heard Kaminari shout from behind you.

Oh shit.

Your eyes widened like saucers, your face turning back to see the two boys grinning like madmen as they began to walk you near the edge of the pool.

“G..Guys wait! You can’t do this please put me down!” You cried, trying to yank your body out of their grasp.

Soon the edge of the pool disappeared and all you could see was water, at this point you were clinging on to Kaminari’s arms for dear life. There was no way you could go in that water, you would be the embarrassment of the year!

“Denki I am serious, you need to put me down!” You shouted sternly, the threat going over his head but not over a few of your classmate’s heads.

A few of your friends seemed to notice the look of fear in your eyes, taking notice that it wasn’t a playful look of fear.

“Three... two...”

“Guys.. I think (L/n)’s not getting in the water for a different reason...” Momo said slowly, Jirou nodding beside her as she began to quickly wave her hands at Kaminari trying to get his attention.

“Wait Kaminari I don’t think you should throw her in-”

“One!”

The feeling of the air hitting your skin as you began to fall towards the dooming water was one you would never forget. The only thing you could do at this point was close your eyes and prepare for impact, praying that this turn out better than expected.

Once your body crashed into the water, a few cheers were heard from classmates as they saw you quickly swim back up to the surface. The only problem was when your head popped up, your expression looked as if you had seen a villain before you.

Ochako swam up to you with a concerned expression along with a few of your other friends, “(L/n) are you alright?”

You felt your eyes gloss over as you bit the inside of your cheek, begging yourself internally to not start crying on the spot.

“I’m on my period.” You whispered.

A few gasps were heard from the girls, all of their faces coming to an understanding. Momo, Mina, and Hagakure were already out of the water rushing to get you a towel as Ochako, Jirou, and Asui lead you out of the pool.

“Why didn’t you tell us (L/n)-chan?” Asui questioned with a frown on her face as she took in your look of worry and fear on your face.

Quickly moving up the steps you allowed Momo to wrap the towel around your body to cover up your dripping bathing suit, the rest of the girls surrounding you while the boys watched in confusion.

“I..I didn’t want to make a big deal about it and force you guys to do something else so I just stayed on the side.” You explained softly, looking down to already see a few water droplets mixed with red slide down the inside of your thigh.

At this you looked up quickly, face as red as a cherry at the given situation you were in.

All of your friends stood before you, worried because you failed to tell them the truth. The boys watched intently, confused as to what was going on. You must have ruined the entire party. Everybody could probably see the red dripping down your legs, how could you be such an idiot?

“Hey c’mon why are you covering her up? We wanna see her bathing suit!” Mineta whined, completely oblivious to the scene before him.

The girls seemed to read your panicking expression, Ochako quickly grabbing your arm to calm you down.

“Hey (L/n) it’s okay, this isn’t a big deal!”

“Yeah take it easy (L/n), we didn’t mean to embarrass you, what can we do to help?” Momo added.

The sound of the boys asking what’s wrong only made your face even more red, this was the worst moment of your life. The more you stood here the more you wanted to melt away into the cracks of the concrete.

Gritting your teeth at the multiple voices filling your head you finally squeezed your eyes shut, “It’s nothing, just leave me alone!”

After your loud shout, all your classmates saw was your (s/c) legs dashing down the poolside and towards the doors.

At least now you could hide in your dorm in just relax, away from all the observant eyes.

Just as your hands were about to meet the exit door, the entrance door swung right open, two pairs of red eyes immediately falling on your form.

Of course all of your luck just had to run out today. 

You specifically lock eyes with the ash blond, his once angry orbs widening in shock before they narrowed with concern.

Almost in slow motion you saw his change in emotions, the look in his eyes saying enough to know he was wondering what was wrong.

Not wanting him to see you like this a moment longer, you squeezed your (e/c) eyes shut, strings of feather like tears streaming down your face before you made a mad dash down the hallway.

Bakugou blinked for a moment, his head whipping back to you as if ready to run after you before he felt a hand on his chest. He glared to Kirishima before he noticed him pointing to his classmates, every one of them looking guilty as hell.

What could have happened in the hour he was gone going to the gym? You rarely cried, let alone in front of other people.

His confused expression darkened quickly enough, his hands beginning to spark furiously as he searched the crowd of eyes to see who was responsible.

“What the fuck happened, and who’s ass is responsible?” Bakugou roared, his feet smacking against the wet concrete towards his classmates.

It was obvious enough by the way Kaminari shamefully looked down and Mineta cowered behind him that they were the culprits, but the ash blond couldn’t even assume anything before the class ratted them out.

“(L/n)-chan was on her period and these two idiots threw her in the pool!” Mina exclaimed, everyone nodding in agreement.

Bakugou’s vermillion eyes flicked over to the two, a new level of darkness radiating off him at the news. He knew they were idiots, but this? This was a whole other level of stupid, especially to pull on his very own (s/o).”

“You better hope and pray these idiots are lying.” Bakugou growled lowly, palms cracking as he slowly began to stride towards them.

“H..Hey they were all in on it too!” Mineta shouted pointing to the class before glaring to them all, “Don’t you throw us under the bus you jerks!”

“B..Bakugou I swear I didn’t know she was on her period!” Kaminari pleaded, feeling as if the devil himself were walking towards him, “You know I would never do that to (L/n) bro!”

Bakugou simply ignored their pleads, any noise except the absolute rage fuming through his mind was drowned out.

“Too late for that you shit eating fuckers, you crossed the line when the idea of even looking at my girlfriend entered your mind, let alone touching her.”

Kirishima thought about stopping his friend, after all he was Kaminari and Mineta’s last chance at survival at this point. But if what Mina said was true?

The two idiots deserved it.

---

For hours you stared into your reflection in the mirror, disgusted with yourself, your uterus, and the entire night.

What had you done? You should have just told your friends the truth before hand. Or you should have just not gone at all! Bakugou probably would’ve preferred to of not gone anyway.

Now he was probably sitting at the now awkward party miserable because you weren’t there and you had killed the entire party.

Usually you never made a big deal about anything like this. You hated crying in front of other people. You hated being dramatic. Maybe it was just your horomones making you emotional, but you felt like a mess.

You were more than thankful it was the start of spring break, thinking about having to see your classmates on Monday made you feel as if you were going to vomit.

Letting out a sigh you combed your fingers through your damp hair from the shower and slapped it up into a bun so you could take all the makeup off your face.

At least now you could cleanse yourself from tonight’s memories. You always loved the end of the day, you could take off your uniform and makeup and let your hair loose and just relax.

Slipping the towel off from around your chest you grabbed your soft t-shirt you stole from Bakugou a few months ago and slipped it over your head before tugging up a pair of soft shorts to match.

Thankfully most of Bakugou’s clothes were black so it wasn’t too hard to find matching clothing items to go along with it.

Though you still felt miserable on the inside, you at least felt comfortable on the outside. Letting out one last sigh you moved to switch the bathroom light off in your dorm until you heard a loud pound on your door.

Your first thought was one of your friends had come over to check on you, but you had that exact pounding against your wooden door memorized in your head. Bakugou Katsuki stood on the other side of that door.

Biting your lip you worriedly looked into the mirror, noticing your eyes clearly red and puffy. There was no trying to lie your way out of that. There was no way he could see you like this.

“Go away Bakugou, I want to be alone!”

At first you heard silence and actually thought he left. Letting out a relieved sigh you switched the bathroom light off and walked out of your bathroom only to hear a string of mumbled profanities.

“Fucking damnit (F/n)...” You could hear Bakugou mutter, the sound of rustling around heard from the other side until the door swung wide open, “You’re an idiot, I know you never lock your damn door you moro...”

Bakugou at first walked in without even sparing a glance at you, trying to balance his bag in one hand and the takeout food in the other while closing the door. He hadn’t looked up until he was halfway through scolding you and immediately stopped at the sight.

Even from across the room with the dim lighting, your puffy cheeks and red eyes practically glowed in the dark. You stood almost lifeless, your arms lazily at your sides as his t-shirt pretty much engulfed your entire small frame. The moment your eyes locked he noticed the quiver over your lower lip, knowing exactly what was going to happen next as your eyes began to gloss over.

“K..Katsuki..”

The very sound of his voice made his heart shatter. Of course he would never know what it was like to be on a period, but for you who has never cried a public a day in their life? You had to of been humiliated.

As soon as a tear fell down your cheek he winced slightly, reminding himself to beat up Kaminari and Mineta one last time. The instinct to clench his fists and grit his teeth were almost automatic, but he knew you didn’t need his angry self right now. You needed your good boyfriend right now.

“C’mere shitty girl.” Bakugou muttered softly, opening up his arms just enough for you to shuffle over to him and crash into his body.

You desperately clung onto him as you sobbed, digging your fingers into his shirt not even noticing how the cotton fabric shriveled at your grip due to the now dampness of it.

“T..They didn’t mean to...” You cried, slightly wiping your face against his shirt before turning your head to the side just enough so you could breath, “I..I didn’t tell them I w..was on my period, then they just threw me in..”

Bakugou grit his teeth at the sound of this, he couldn’t even help it.

You thought this was your fault.

“That didn’t give them the right to lay their fucking hands on you (F/n).” Bakugou hissed as calmly as he could, his hands holding you close against his body in his own way of comforting you.

Eventually you began to calm down, your loud hiccups quieting down and your breathing beginning to grow slower. Your fingers merely rested on his chest now instead of squeezing the fabric of his poor shirt.

“They all saw me cry... I must’ve looked like such a cry baby,” You mumbled, letting out a sigh as you buried your face in his shirt once more, “And I’m sure they all saw the stupid blood dripping down my legs...”

The ash blond could feel you getting worked up again, but there was no way in hell he was going to let you reopen up this wound, that’s what he was here for.

“Oi, stop that.” Bakugou commanded, his hand pushing against the top of your head to make you look up to him, his fingers now combing through the top of your hair to meet your bun, “Those idiots would feel shitty as hell too if they experienced what you did, there’s no reason to feel ashamed of having fucking emotions.”

At this you scoffed lightly, rolling your eyes, “You’re one to talk.”

Bakugou visibly and audibly pouted at this, his mouth dropping causing a small giggle to escape your lips.

The ash blond couldn’t even hide his small smile at the sound of your laugh, it was about damn time.

“This ain’t about me princess, I’ll leave now if you want me to.”

Quickly you held onto his shirt and shook your head with wide eyes, his smirk reappearing back on his face before he cupped the side of your face.

“Stop overthinking everything, you hear me? Nobody thinks you’re a crybaby or dramatic, in fact they’re all pretty pissed at Kaminari and Mineta because what they did is fucking wrong. You can’t help that you were the victim to their idiocracy, you hear me?”

Sniffling softly you battered your eyes up to him, looking at your boyfriend through your thick lashes as a small smile graced your face while you nodded your head.

Bakugou was more with satisfied with your response, he could only pray you couldn’t hear his heart beating insanely fast when he saw your angelic like smile grace your perfect lips.

Moving in slowly he placed a soft, or at least as soft as Bakugou can get, kiss on your lips. You happily obliged to the kiss, leaning in as well to press your own firmly against his.

Unlike your usual kisses, the two of you broke away fairly soon to savor the sweet moment you had together. It wasn’t that you never had sweet moments together, it’s just with Bakugou, he rarely showed this soft of a side. Any time he was willing to give it to you, you made sure to take advantage of it.

Smiling up to the ash blond, you moved the back of your hand to your eye to rub the itchiness away, sniffling one last time before your eyes flicked away from Bakugou’s to the good smelling food behind him.

“I..Is that? (Favorite Food)?”

“Yeah and you better be fucking grateful because the line was ten fucking centuries long.” Bakugou growled, being forced to remember the dreadful restaurant.

A large smile appeared on your lips now, your arms wrapping around his to give him a quick peck on the cheek before skipping to your food.

“Geez why do you seem more happy to see the food than you were to see me?” Bakugou grumbled, letting you take out both your meals and prepare them on your bed.

Grabbing the two to go boxes you shuffled over to your bed and sat beside him handing him his box, “Because I am more happy about the food.”

“Hah?!”

Once again you bursted into giggles, falling over on your side now at his dramatic reaction. Bakugou himself couldn’t even help but chuckle at your goofy laugh, shoving the boxes aside as he towered over you and straddled your hips.

“You think you’re so fucking funny huh shitty girl?” Bakugou hissed threateningly, “I’ll give you a reason to laugh...”

Your eyes blinked up to his, a few giggles still escaping your lips until his hands collided with your stomach. The once soft giggles you had switched into loud shrieks of laughter as you attempted to shrivel up from his tickle attack.

“Ka..Katsu... Stop Katsuki!” You shrieked, using your arms to cover up what you could of your stomach as you gasped for air.

The ash blond didn’t stop until he was content with your cherry read face and desperate gasps for air. Ending his merciless attack, he leaned down and place a quick kiss on your lips before smirking down to you.

“Still want to tease me princess?”

Pouting your lip out adorably in annoyance, you tugged at his neck and brought him down so you could hide your face in the side of his neck causing him to chuckle.

His body lowered beside you as he wrapped his arms around your form and pulled you up against him.

It was crazy to you how just a few minutes ago you felt like you never wanted to go outside ever again, now you felt you take the world on with Bakugou at your side. He had such a crazy affect on you... honestly you weren’t sure what you would do without him.

Bakugou was just about to sit up to start eating the food with you, that is until he heard a sniffle from beside him. Raising an eyebrow he sat up on his elbow and leaned over you to see new tears rolling down your face.

“The hell is wrong with you now?”

Attempting to wipe at your sloppy tears you failed to prevent the quiet hiccup that flew past your lips before looking back up at him, “Y..You’re just such a g..good boyfriend and I.. I... I love you so much!”

Now it was Bakugou’s turn to have a red face. His cheeks pretty much matched his eyes as he quickly buried his face into your chest to hide the smile that flashed across his lips.

“You shut up with that mushy stuff, you hear me shitty girl?”

To anyone else they would’ve been offended with Bakugou’s reaction, but you knew exactly what his words and actions meant. And they were plenty enough for you.

Letting out a content sigh you nuzzled yourself into his side, deciding the food could wait for a quick cuddle session.

It wasn’t even five minutes though before you fell asleep in his arms. Bakugou couldn’t help but laugh as you clung to him like a koala to a tree. Shutting the boxes of food with his free hand, the ash blond moved them to the floor before positioning you even with the pillows on your bed.

Keeping one arm linked around you, Bakugou pulled you close and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. One he would never dare give you while conscious. The soft kiss followed by words he would never say while you were conscious until the day he falls before you on one knee.

“I love you too (F/n).”

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Headcannon Ending :-)

-The next morning you wake up feeling refreshed and end up decicind to have breakfast with your friends along with Bakugou

-You’re met with your other classmates all awaiting for you downstairs. Everyone apologizes at once, Kaminari and Mineta in the front

-For a second you though Bakuogu had forced them all to do this, but when you looked up to him he looked just as confused as you.

-“I’m sorry for throwing you in the pool (L/n), that wasn’t cool of me to not respect your boundaries!” Kaminari exclaimed before bowing to you along with Mineta

-Simply smiling calmly you waved him off, saying it was okay

-“No it’s not, and to make it up I’ll let you punch me anywhere you want!”

-Mineta was not on board with this, but you still smile scarily calmly which made most students uneasy

-”Oh thank goodness, I was hoping you would say that because I was really scared-”

-”Instead I’m going to shove you both in the pool.”

- :)  <--- your literal face while saying this

-Both are shocked but Kaminari eventually nods his head and defeat, admitting he deserves it.

-Mineta on the other hand refuses, saying he does not deserve to get humiliated like that

-”Katsuki~”

-Demon boy is already behind you with smirk powerful enough to make the devil himself pee his pants

-It’s swimming time bois

-Kaminari walks on his own while Bakugou his holding a screaming Mineta by the ankle

-If you think the entire class isn’t going to watch and record this, you’re incredibly wrong

-”Kaminari first!” You say with a grin, the blond boy begrudginly walking up to the edge before turning back to you.

-”Promise you’ll forgive me after this?”

“Of course! Now turn around.”

-After he slowly turns around your foot collides with his back and shoves him in the water, the blond shrieking in surprise as he’s plummeted to his water defeat

-Mineta is now crying in terror at this point

-”Here’s the best for last princess.” Bakugou says, handing over the flailing grape boy.

-Pondering over it, you shake your head and smile to your boyfriend, “I’ll actually let you do the honors of blasting him across the pool.”

-”What?!”

-Bakugou’s “What?!” sounds excited as he smirks wickedly. The class’ “What?!” is out of shock, pity, and excitement. Mineta’s “What?!” is out of pure fear, as it should.

-Cue Sparky Sparky Boom Man popping a cap in Mineta’s ass and launching the grape boy across the pool

-Whatever pants the little dude was wearing have perished

-Feeling satisfied you hug your boyfriend, both soaking up the cheering from your class and finally feeling better about the whole situation.

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