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Sliding Into Home ~ On The Hunt For Mike Weiss

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Mary Eileen Adler has only ever known two parents: Frank and Abby.  They were her dad and mom for all intents and purposes, regardless of the time Abby left.  She understood that her real mother was Frank’s sister, but she wasn’t her mom.  

And she understood that she had a father but that he never acknowledged her so really, he wasn’t anything to her.  

So why did Uncle Mike say he was her dad? 

As her grandparents drove them to their Boston house, Mary sat quietly, not sure how to ask the questions in her head. Uncle Mike was nice but not nice to Frank or Abby.  She remembered the bruises she saw on Abby and when she asked, she was told she was in an accident.  But she knew it wasn’t the truth.  

“Nugget, are you hungry?” 

Mary snapped her head up to Frank, who looked concerned. “A little,” she whispered.  

“Do you want...” 

“I want Abuela’s food. Because it's at home.  And I want to go home.”  

The sadness in her voice nearly tears Frank in half.  His little girl is scared and hurting. “Ok Nugget.  We’ll go home.  We have a flight to Los Angeles tomorrow.”  

Mary nodded. “You won’t leave me, right?” 

Frank almost lost it right there.  He lifted the girl out of her seat and into his lap, adjusting the seatbelt so she could sit the rest of the way home there. “I’m always going to be here for you.  And I’ll make sure nothing happens to you again, ok?  I love you Mary, so much. Abby and I are go so happy you are ok and that you are back home with us.” He kissed her temple and she snuggled into him. “You’re ours Nugget and we’ll fight every day to make sure of that.”  

May fell asleep in the comfort of his arms.  They made it to Abby’s parents' house and Frank took her right to the guest room.  Tucking her in, he moved to leave the room, but a tiny hand fisted his shirt.  “Please stay with me,” she whispered.  

Frank smiled, scooting her to the middle of the bed, took off his shoes and climbed in. Mary rested her head on his chest and went back to sleep, taking Frank with her. 

 Frank sat with a coffee, watching Mary a few hours later as she played in the back yard with Johnny, Susie, Marco and Scott, Dodger chasing her around.  He sighed as he took in the sight.  “Frankie?” He looked over to his wife, who placed some sweet bread on the table next to him.  “Are you ok baby?” 

“Yeah, Cricket, I’m ok.  I’m just wondering how I’m going to break this news to Mary.  We have to give her something and she’s too smart not to just start googling everything.”  He rubbed his forehead.  “I was hoping we could have this conversation when she was older, but I guess not.”  

“I know Frankie but its better it comes from us.” Abby kissed his head. “Our baby needs to know the truth.” She looked at the group and an idea came to mind.  “How about we do this with everyone here? If it becomes too much, she can lean on Scott or Johnny or Marco or us, whatever makes her happy. She’ll know that she is loved by everyone here.”  

“Are you ok with everyone knowing our past?” 

“I am not ashamed of how everything got out of sync, Frankie. We were manipulated and that the truth.  Is that something I wanted Mary to know? No, of course not because I never wanted her to be afraid of anything but if it makes her safer, then I will do what I need to do to protect our girl.”  She cupped his cheek and he leaned into her warmth.  

“We’ll do it when you parents come back,” he said. “I want her to have all of the support she can have.” Frank leaned into Abby for a kiss. “You said our baby. Did you mean that?” 

“Mary is ours, Frankie. Of course I meant that.” 

“No I mean, will we have a baby?” 

Abby sucked in a breath. “You think you’re ready for that?” 

Frank looked at her eyes. “Maybe we wait until this all blows over but yeah, Cricket, I want a baby with you.” 

“That good. Because if you wanted a baby with someone else, I’ll murder you.”  

After a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, the family gathered around the living room, Mary sat between Frank and Abby, chatting with Johnny.  “Mary, we wanted to talk to you about what’s been happening.”  

She fell silent as her family quieted.  She looked around and swallowed.  “Okay.”  

Abby sighed. “You know how we’ve told you that your birth mom is Frank’s sister?” Mary nodded. “Well, we also told you that we didn’t know who your biological father is, right?” She nodded again. “The last couple of months have been enlightening to us all.”  

“What does that mean?” 

Frank swallowed. “You remember that Abby was in the hospital?” 

“You said she was in accident.”  

“She was, Nugget, but not the way you were thinking.  Uncle Mike,” he swallowed, “he...uh... he...” 

“Did he hurt Abby?” 

“No.” He said firmly. “No, he didn’t touch her, but he knew where your mother was and invited her into Abby’s old house. And she hurt Abby.”  

“Why?” Mary’s eyes filled with tears.  “Why would she do that? 

“We are not really sure Mary,” Abby said softly. “But Uncle... just Mike, sweetheart, Mike and Diane have their reasons for everything.  All we know is that the police are looking for them and they and we have a lot of questions. Do you have any questions?” 

Mary looked at all of the people in her life, her family. “Are they going to take me away?” she asked just above a whisper. “Will they...” tears trickled down her face, “will they take you and Dodger away?” She looked between Abby and Frank. “You’re my mom and dad, not them.”  She began to sob.  

Frank immediately got out of his seat in front of her. “Listen to me, Mary.” He locked eyes with her. “No one is going to take you anywhere.  You are coming home with me and Abby and Scott and Dodger.  Johnny and Susie are going to hang out with us. Your abuelos are going to visit and we ae going to visit in the off season but this right here,” he looked around the room, “this is your family. You are my girl,” he wiped around her face to remove the tears. “I won’t let anyone, or anything change that.”  

Mary threw herself into his arms as everyone calmed their own soft cries. Mary understood. Her home was with Frank and Abby.  

The two people who would do anything for her.  

The morning of their flight home, Abby and Frank sat down with the lead detective on Mary’s kidnaping case, Paul Diskant.  “I’m sorry I haven’t met with you sooner,” he said, after introducing himself. “I’ve been following up with some leads coming in.”  

“Any news on finding Weiss?” Frank asked with a hard edge. 

Detective Diskant frowned. “No, it looks like he rented a car when he arrived in Boston a week ago and turned it in, but we don’t know if he’s left town or has someone else helping him.  We found the house, just as Mary described. There were no signs that he was going to hurt her in any way. We did find some photographs, surveillance of your family. It was taken by a professional, so I am assuming Mr. Weiss hired a private investigator.” 

“Fuck,” Frank mumbled. “What is the next step? We’re flying back to Los Angeles this afternoon.”  

“Private?” 

“Yeah, after what happened to Abby, I didn’t want to risk a commercial flight.” 

“I would like to send some officers to escort your family to the airport, just as a precaution.” Detective Diskant sighed. “I’m going to contact LAPD and advise the detectives on your case, Dr. Adler, what’s happened.  I’m sure, with the coverage it received in the press, they are aware of something but not everything and I want to keep them in the loop.”  

“Alright, what do you suggest for personal security?” Frank asked.  

“Frankie,” Abby started.  

“No, Abigail, we are not discussing this again. I will not allow something to happen to you or Mary or Scott for that matter.”  

“Mr. Adler, Dr. Adler, let me make this clear. My recommendation is that your family take every precaution available.  It is clear that your sister and Mr. Weiss are not of sound mind.  He is desperate to get to you Dr. Adler.  Your husband is right.”  

Abby stared at the detective for a minute before looking at her husband. “You really think he might try again?”  

“Cricket, if it wasn’t for the fact that your entire family is with our girl right now, she would be here with us. I refuse to leave any of you vulnerable again.”  

Departing from the airport, Abby’s parents hugged their daughter, granddaughter and son-in-law hard. “Call us when you get home,” Ana said, cupping her daughter’s cheek.  

“It’ll be late, Mama.”  

“I don’t care.”  She turned to Scott and Johnny. “You boys behave. “ 

“We will Mrs. Hernandez,” Johnny said before picking up Mary and carrying her into the plane.  

Abby looked around.  “Where is Susie?” 

“I think she left her bag in the car,” Scott said.  “C’mon Dodger, let’s get on.”  

Abby walked back to the SUV and stopped. She smiled as she spied on Susie and Marco, holding hands and whispering to each other, heads bent closer.  Abby quietly moved away as Marco bent down to place a soft kiss on Susie’s lips.  

Frank waited for Abby as Susie came around the side of the car.  “You girls are always late,” he mumbled. He grunted as Abby elbowed him. “What?” 

“Leave Susie out of this. She just needed a moment,” she whispered. She pulled out her phone.  

Abby: You could always find work out in California  Marco: Why would I do that  Abby: Because a certain blonde may love it  Marco: I don’t know what you are talking about  Abby: Ok fine. Just know, Frank is looking for someone to run security for the family. This could be the opportunity you’re looking for  Marco: Really?  Abby: Call him.   Marco: I’ll do it tomorrow.  Thanks sis. 

Returning to the team and relative normalcy helped the Adlers get back into normal. Frank thought it was a brilliant idea to have Marco be the head of security for the family. He moved Marco into the guest house on his property and Marco took over interviewing and hiring security to protect the family.  

Frank had a good couple of weeks, the Dodgers on a run at the moment.  Mary was thriving with camp, Abby found time to work at USC and attend to her duties with the Dodgers and Scott had found a job that allowed him to take care of Mary and work from home.  He and Abby shared an office, which Abby loved as Scott was rapidly becoming her best friend.  

Yes, everything was going great.  

Unknown: enjoy it while it last  Frank: Who is this?  Unknown: a nightmare 

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I can't stop thinking about sleepy!peter. This is a request please anything with a sleep-deprived dorky peter

oof i made this kinda long by accident 😭 pls enjoy <3

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“five more minutes, mr. stark. just… five minutes,” peter murmurs to tony and shrugs his hand off of him. after arriving at the tower straight from school, he’d done his usual training session and a last minute cram session for what tony guesses is a history test. he drifted off somewhere in between everything.

if you ever think your schedule is packed, you haven’t seen peter’s.

tony sighs when his protégé still doesn’t budge. he’s at the kitchen table, passed out on a stack of textbooks.

“up and at ‘em, kid. wouldn’t you rather sleep in, i don’t know, your own bed?” tony proposes instead. it earns him a childish pout and head shake from peter. “i wanna sleep in y/n’s. want her cuddles.” he quirks an eyebrow at the mention of his daughter. “oh? you two are in the sleepover stage?” “have been for a while,” peter corrects him, nuzzling his cheek against the textbook.

why wouldn’t you tell tony that? it’s not like he doesn’t know you’re together, and he was bound to find out eventually. you and peter do live under his roof. teenagers and their privacy.

grabbing peter’s shoulder, tony yanks him back into a sitting position. “tell you what, i’ll take you up to y/n if you promise me you’ll get some sleep.” peter begins to protest, and barely gets out a but before tony interrupts. “real sleep. crashing while you analyze the declaration of independence hardly counts.”

peter lazily blinks his eyes open, rubbing the exhaustion out of them while he speaks. “as much as i want to, mr. stark… i…” he yawns his words out. “i should really get back to work.” just like that, he’s awake. tony has to admit that his commitment is impressive. impressive, but not good for him. “kid, it’s late. when’s that test of yours, anyway?” he asks peter, whose shoulders slump. “uh, tomorrow.”

“bedtime it is, then. that genius brain of yours could use a break before the big day ahead,” tony decides and successfully helps peter out of the kitchen chair. “you think i’m a genius?” peter smiles shyly, letting tony lead him to the staircase. “who doesn’t? i doubt you even needed the all nighter you were gonna pull.” his jaw slightly dropping, peter follows next to tony. “how did you know i-“ “i know everything,” he simply insists.

there’s a beat of silence, then tony inquires some more. “except that you apparently canoodle with my daughter every night. since when does that happen?” the two of them continue trudging up the stairs. peter grins once again as he thinks of you. “started before we were dating, actually. it’s nothing bad, though.” he shrugs a shoulder. “we just, like, spoon each other.”

“ah, you’re into the classics. me and pep are the same.” a fond smirk pulls at tony’s lips. “she’s the big spoon.” “i figured,” peter chuckles back, tony scrunching his face up in mock offense. “and why’s that?” “oh, come on. it’s no secret pepper wears the pants,” peter teases his mentor while they make their way down the hall. “you’re much nicer unconscious,” tony remarks.

the two of them reach your room finally, peter letting out a long breath. your door is cracked open, in case peter wanted to stop by. he can see you at your desk with a dim light on next to you. another grin crossing his features, him and tony watch you scribble something in a notebook.

tony knocks on the doorframe and peaks his head into your room. “special delivery,” he announces, you cocking your head to the side curiously. “what is it?” your dad answers by pushing open the door to reveal peter. peter gives you a small wave. “oh,” you bite back a smile, getting up from your seat. “just what i ordered. how’d you know?”

“kid fell asleep studying. the only way i could get him up was to bring him here,” tony explains, clapping peter on the back. “he was asking for you. your cuddles, specifically.” “thanks, mr. stark. i think she gets it,” peter says through clenched teeth. you laugh softly at his forced confession. “it’s okay, pete. i was waiting for you to come.” he rubs one of his pink tinted cheeks.

“we’ll discuss this in the morning, young lady,” tony playfully scolds you. “for now, why don’t you kids head off to dreamland. pete’s got a test tomorrow.” peter presses his lips together, you walking up to him. “i‘ve got him, dad. thank you for being cool about us.” you take peter’s hands with a nod at tony, him ruffling your hair.

“night, y/n/n. hands stay above the waist, parker,” tony meets his eyes for emphasis. “understood,” peter mumbles and threads his fingers through yours. “night.” satisfied in that, tony leaves and closes the door behind him. he sticks around for a few seconds, hearing you chastise peter about fixing his sleep schedule. your dad walks away with a smile on his face.

“you’re supposed to get a good night’s sleep before a test, by the way,” you remind peter while he changes into pajamas. he’s left a few things here for whenever he sleeps over, as tony called it. “which i’m about to do. i have the world’s best snuggler for a girlfriend.” peter pulls up his flannel bottoms, coming towards the bed. you’re sitting at the edge of it.

“you also have to eat a good breakfast. that means no poptarts and chocolate milk,” you beam knowingly, peter flopping down onto his back and your comforter. “they make healthy ones now, y/n/n. bruce just bought them,” he protests and tries to reach for you. you look at him over your shoulder. “so?” “so, he’s a doctor. i trust him.” a yawn slips out of peter. he keeps his eyes closed after this one.

“i wouldn’t take nutrition advice from the hulk, but ok,” you concede and lay down next to your sleepy boyfriend. “how was your day? besides the studying.” your voice drops to a whisper, peter’s arms winding around your middle. “not bad, just busy. i did some sparring with sam.” he pulls you closer to him and hides his face in your neck. “he beat me, obviously.” giggling quietly, you cradle the back of his head with one hand.

“school?” you wonder and tangle your fingers in his unkempt locks. “good, ‘cuz you were there.” he places a few kisses to your skin, and you can feel his lips curve into a smile. your leg drapes around his waist. “very smooth.” “it’s true,” peter whines and tightens his grip on you. “just knowing you’re around somewhere makes me happy.” humming, you keep combing your fingers through his hair. “you’re the cutest. go to bed, petey.”

peter easily gives in. “mm, whatever you say. g’night, lovey.” you kiss his hair lightly in response. his breathing doesn’t take long to even out, and he’s soon fast asleep while cuddled up next to you.

tony was right, as per usual. peter’s genius brain really did need a break.

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Stargazing (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Requested: No, but I needed some hardcore fluff

Summary: The team is “forced” to go camping, and Spencer finally decides to make “his move” on Reader.

Pairing: Spencer Reid/ Reader

Category: Hardcore fluff

Warnings: Zero

Word count: 3,2K

Masterlist

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It was the first time the BAU didn't argue Strauss's decision. She had walked into the conference room and explained to the team that the FBI had decided each department had to do a workshop related to teamwork and trust.

- "You will spend this weekend camping together. You will be part of a Team-Building Training Workshop"- Strauss wasn't excited about the idea of her best team wasting a whole weekend. But she was glad her department didn't have to do the activity. She hated camping.

- "Are you telling me we have to spend our weekend in sleeping bags, singing kumbaya?"- Rossi raised an eyebrow and looked at Erin, and she didn't move a muscle- "I'm out."

- "David, I'm not asking you if you want to do it. The whole team has to be part of this activity, that includes you."

- "Come on, Rossi,"- Prentiss smiled and tried to cheer him up- "It will be a nice change from catching serial killers for a weekend.

- "Really, Emily?"- Rossi crossed his arms on his chest and looked at Reid- "Hey, kid. How many dead bodies are found each year in the woods in the country?"

- "Over 2.543 last year,"- Spencer answered. And didn't stop talking, of course- "We can not be sure they were all serial killer related cases. The most common ways to die in the woods are drowning, car accident, and suicide."

- "Suicide it is."- David whispered. He knew it was going to be a long weekend.

Even when he wasn't a person who loved camping and outdoor activities, Spencer was excited to spend the weekend with the team, especially with (Y/N). His teammate, best friend, and secret crush. Ok, it wasn't really a secret.

Of course, everybody knew about Spencer's feelings. He never successfully hid them from the team. You didn't need to be a profiler to notice each time (Y/N) walked into a room, Reid's eyes would follow her, and his cheeks blushed. When they sat together in the jet, Spencer would always be too self-aware of his own movements. He would try not to move, especially when she had fallen asleep, resting her head on his shoulder. And when they were working on a case together, he would always cover her on the field, and he would make sure she was safe, even when the unsub was already caught.

He loved her. Even a blind man could see. Except for (Y/N), of course. Because according to her own words: "There's no way Spencer Reid is in love with me. He would never look at me that way. He is perfect, and I'm a mess. He deserves the perfect genius girl."

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- "Ok, Romeo, this weekend is the perfect opportunity for you to make your move"- Derek and Reid were alone in the SUV on their way to the retreat.

- "Sure. Because there's no better time to make a fool out of myself than in front of all my friends in the middle of nowhere."

- "What's with the attitude, pretty Ricky? Relax"- Morgan frowned and put on some music, singing along for a moment. Reid looked at him and raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh.

- "Ok man, picture this: you, your pretty lady, in the middle of the night, gazing at the stars together, alone in the middle of the forest. The full moon is the only light."

- "Who are you? since when are you a romance expert?"

- "Hey! I can be romantic!"

- "I've seen you get girls only by raising an eyebrow"- Reid argued, and he was right. It had happened once, but that was another completely different story.

- "What I'm trying to tell you is that you have the perfect chance to tell her how you feel during this trip"- Spencer was about to start debating that idea when Derek continued.

- "And stop saying she has no feeling for you!"

Reid bit his tongue and looked at the road. Neither of them said a word for the next couple of minutes. Until Spencer whispered

- "But she doesn't"

- "She does!!"- Derek nearly yelled

- "Why are you so sure?!"

- "Because she told Penelope she is in love with you!!"

The silence in the car was as intense as the red in Spencer's cheeks. Derek knew he shouldn't have said that, but he was tired of seeing his best friend's sad eyes each time he stared at (Y/N). Someone had to do something, and he knew neither of them would make the first move.

- "Are you sure?"- Reid's mouth was hanging open- "I mean, maybe she was joking."

- "No, she was honest. So please, this weekend, make your freaking move."

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How could Spencer ever make his move? He had no idea. He didn't even have a "move"! But something inside of him felt a little more confident now.

That didn't show on the outside at all, 'cos during the whole day, he was more clumsy than ever. He dropped his coffee. He failed the first two attempts to set up his tent and nearly fell carrying logs for the fire.

He wanted to dig a hole and hid.

But (Y/N) didn't notice any of that. Not because she didn't pay attention, but because she was oblivious to any of those things. She just couldn't stop staring: He was wearing jeans. Spencer Walter Reid was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. (Y/N) thought she was going to have a heart attack when he got out of the car.

Sure, yes, she had seen him outside work in a more casual outfit, but nothing prepared her for Spencer's camping clothing. It suited him too well for his own good.

- "Hello? Anybody there?"- Prentiss waved at (Y/N). She and JJ stood in front of her, trying to catch her attention.

- "Jesus! you look like a schoolgirl today!"- JJ teased her, laughing- "Can you be more obvious?"

- "What are you talking about?"- (Y/N) tried to look all innocent and continued setting the logs for the campfire.

- "If Spencer wasn't so clueless about your feelings, I swear you two would be already married,"- Emily joked and helped (Y/N) with the logs. The young SSA just shook her head and tried to keep her eyes from Reid for as long as she could. She successfully did it for five minutes. That day's record.

- "(Y/N), hey"- he stood by her side, and she quickly stood up.

- "Hey, how are you doing?"

- "Good... you?"- she just nodded and smiled. She really was acting like a schoolgirl in front of Spencer- "Great... hey, I thought maybe tonight you would like to do some stargazing with me..."- Emily and JJ heard him and nearly squealed. They tried to look away, but it was impossible. They needed to know what was happening. Where was García? she was going to be so mad she missed that.

- "Yeah! I'm sure tonight we can see way more stars than on your building's roof like last time."

(Y/N) answered, smiling, thinking there was nothing more romantic than being underneath a starry sky, listening to Spencer talking about constellations.

- "Ok, kids,"- Rossi's voice stepping out of his huge camper interrupted them and forced everybody to turn around- "Let's do this trust thing we are forced to do before it's lunchtime. Maybe we can manage to go home early."

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Of course, they weren't. The whole team had to work as a unit to fulfill a series of activities an expert team the FBI had hired forced them to do. Aaron thought it was unnecessary, considering they worked on the field together, and they trusted each other with their lives all the time. But he was also sure his team needed a break, and everybody could use some fresh air.

- "Great work, team"- Hotch hugged everybody and smiled when the whole activity was done- "I think we've earned a nice dinner."

- "Please don't tell me we have to hunt our food"- Penelope wide opened her eyes suddenly and looked at Hotch- "I can eat blueberries."

- "Don't worry, kids"- Rossi shook his head and pointed to his camper- "Anyone in the mood for a nice steak?"

- "I bought marshmallows for the campfire later,"- (Y/N) said and smiled- "You are never too old for some s'more."

- "Scary stories by the fire eating s'mores? I'm ten years old again"- JJ looked excited- "I need to do this with Henry."

- "Just don't tell him your "I'm scared of the woods because I found the camp director dead" story." - Derek said, smiling.

- "You freaked out!"- JJ chuckled, remembering how she had scared her friends a few years earlier while working on a case in the woods.

- "I need to hear that story!"- Emily said- "I bet it's no better than mine, I'm sure."

- "Battle of horror stories?"- (Y/N) smiled evilly- "You two have nothing on me."

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The evening was fun and a little terrifying. Garcia was holding Derek's arm so tight it was starting to feel numb. Rossi and Hotch had told a couple of stories that left the team completely frightened, to be fair. Especially Spencer. He had forgotten an essential part of his plan: nights in the woods are dark as pitch. And he was afraid of the dark. How would he successfully take (Y/N) to a nice spot, sit down and stare at the stars with her if he was too scared to move from the fire?

(Y/N) looked at Reid and sighed. Maybe he had regretted it. Of course, he hasn't forgotten his invitation, 'cos Spencer remembered everything. Still, he hadn't made any move or sign to go stargazing. Being alone with him in the dark was scary but in the right way. Maybe she could finally tell him how she felt. No, no way. That wasn't going to happen.

- "Ok, so... it's late, and we are out of wine"- Rossi stood up and looked at the team- "I am ready to go to my comfy bed"- the rest of the team groaned. They were going to spend the night in a tent, probably freezing, while Rossi was going to be in his warm camper.

- "I'm going to sleep too, we have trekking in the morning, and it's going to be a long walk. I suggest you all go to bed early."- Hotch stood up and waved at the team, to then walk to his tent."

- "Sweet chocolate thunder, is there room in your tent for me?"- Penelope asked, and he chuckled immediately

- "Are you still scared of the stories? they are just made up things people create to terrify us."

- "I know. But I'm also scared of bears, psycho killers, and slender man"- Morgan looked at her, raising an eyebrow. She wasn't joking.

- "Bring your sleeping bag."

- "You are my hero. I love you."

Prentiss and JJ went to bed soon after, leaving the two love birds alone.

- "Stargazing?"- Reid whispered, and (Y/N) nodded- "We should find a darker stop... or we can stay here by the fire if you like."

- "Are we going to get a nice view here?"- (Y/N) looked at the stars and tried to see anything.

- "No, it has to be darker,"- Spencer whispered, taking a look around- "There was a nice spot by the cliff, that way."

- "I don't think walking to a cliff in the middle of the night is a good idea"- (Y/N) smiled, and Reid shook his head

- "You are right..."

- "But we can walk carefully and carry a flashlight,"- she added and smiled, looking at him. His brown curls moved with the wind, and his chocolate eyes were brighter than the sparks of fire next to them.

- "That sounds good."

Spencer stood still for a second. He had a blanket in one hand and a bag of marshmallows in the other. (Y/N) put on her scarf and jacket and stared at him.

- "Are you ok?"

- "Yeah."

He wasn't. He was trying to calm himself down, thinking that walking in the middle of the dark was worthy because it meant spending time alone with (Y/N).

He kept telling himself he didn't have to worry because nothing was going to happen. He wished he had his gun with him in case of any danger, though. Maybe that could make him feel better.

- "You can't kill darkness, stupid"- he whispered to himself and sighed. (Y/N) walked a step closer and took the marshmallow bag. Then, she held his hand.

- "Let's go?"

That was all Spencer needed. He was ready.

- "Did you know astronomy is the oldest of the sciences?- Reid whispered as they walked hand in hand to a nice clear spot - "Ancient astronomers were able to differentiate between stars and planets, as stars remain relatively fixed over the centuries while planets will move an appreciable amount during a comparatively short time."

- "And when did you start learning about the stars?"- Spencer loved that. How each time he started rambling, she wouldn't get annoyed like the rest of the people he knew. Instead, she would always ask him something related to the subject. And it was usually something personal. She wanted to learn more about him and how he had ended up being such an amazing human being.

- "When I was four, mom started taking me regularly to the library. That was when I started to learn more about science. I could pick ten books each time we were there, and I decided I wanted to know everything I could about everything I loved."

Spencer confessed and smiled, looking at her. His heart was warm with their conversations. He was never comfortable talking about his personal life, especially about his childhood. But with (Y/N), it all came naturally.

- "How often did she take you?"

- "Every other day"- she chuckled and remembered the pictures Diana had shown her of Spencer when he was a little kid last time they visited her. He was adorable, with his glasses and his messy hair. It was impossible not to imagine having a family with him.

- "This is it... this is a good spot."- Spencer said and stopped walking. He moved a log and tapped on it, smiling at (Y/N). She sat with him, and he wrapped them together with the blanket.

- "So, what am I staring at?"- (Y/N) asked and kept her eyes on the starry sky. It seemed she had never seen so many stars. And they even looked closer. Spencer looked at her, and his heart skipped a beat. He was about to start a lecture on astronomy, but instead, he decided to do "his move." Or the move he could think of. He didn't really know if it was a move, but he was going to give it a shot anyway.

- "Most stargazers learn about constellations looking for different noticeable patterns across the sky"- he made a pause clearing his throat. That was it. He was going to do it.

- "That's how it all started,"- he continued- "Some of these noticeable patterns up there are still the same ones our ancestors noticed while sitting around a campfire telling stories like we did today."

- "Telling stories about the stars sounds a lot less creepy, though" - (Y/N) whispered, and the two of them smiled- "Wanna tell me a story about these stars?"

There was no way Spencer could say not to her puppy eyes.

- "Ok... let's see..."- Reid sighed and thought for a moment, looking at the constellations above them- "Do you see those stars over there that look like a cute bunny?"

- "Which ones?"- Spencer pointed at the sky, and (Y/N) nodded- "I see them"

- "Well, you'll see, there was a comet in love with the bunny, but it could only look at her from a safe distance."- Spencer finally confessed. (Y/N) held her breath for a second and tried not to get her hopes high.

- "Why?"

- "Well, the comet was afraid he wasn't good enough for the bunny"- Spencer was whispering, and his soft voice sent shivers to (Y/N)'s body- "So he stared at his favorite constellation every day and only imagined what it would feel like to hold her in his arms."

- "And the bunny never saw the comet?"- (Y/N) asked softly, while very, very slowly, she moved her hand and reached Spencer's.

- "The bunny thought the comet just wanted to be her friend because he was scared to tell her how he felt,"

(Y/N) kept thinking there was no way on earth Spencer was telling her how he felt about her with that adorable story. Was he? Really? 'cos it was too romantic, and if he wasn't and she was wrong... it would be heartbreaking. But, there was only one way to find out.

- "I think the bunny felt the same, but she thought she wasn't good enough for the comet"- Spencer's heart raced at those words, and he turned to look at (Y/N). She blushed and stared at him with a shy smile.

- "Why would the bunny ever think that?"

- "The comet is too brilliant and too amazing to settle for a simple constellation when he could have the sun."

(Y/N) was embarrassed to confess those feelings, but it was now or never.

- "But the bunny is the sun in the comet's life."- Spencer whispered and caressed her cheek with his thumb carefully.

- "Really?"- her voice was so soft, it melted Spencer completely. He couldn't answer. All he could do was to lean in slowly and kissed her as gently as he could, enjoying the sensation of her lips against his. He cupped her face with both hands and moved a little closer.

It was the sweetest kiss he had ever given. It wasn't just because (Y/N)'s lips tasted like marshmallow, but because it was filled with pure love. He could feel it, even when he still couldn't believe it. She loved him. She really did.

(Y/N) was sure that wasn't really happening. She had probably fallen down the cliff earlier and was now unconscious or dead, living a fantasy. There was no way Spencer Reid was kissing her.

When they slowly moved and looked at each other, neither of them knew what to say. So (Y/N) did what she always dreamed of doing and leaned in and kissed him again. Spencer didn't hesitate and wrapped his arms around her waist, moving her closer to him. Her hands played shyly with some of the curls of his hair, and they simply kissed for what seemed to be forever, even when it wasn't enough time for them. Spencer felt he could kiss her his whole life, and he still wouldn't get enough of her.

- "So..."- (Y/N) whispered after some minutes and looked at Spencer, blushing- "Do you think the comet and the bunny could... maybe try to be more than friends?"

He smiled and kissed her again, rubbing her lips carefully with his; (Y/N) sighed into the kiss.

- "The comet is willing to do anything the bunny asks him because he just wants to make her happy all day, every day."

(Y/N) couldn't speak. She could only kiss him again and again.

- "Bunny just wants her comet to be happy too."

- "Then would Bunny be the comet's girlfriend?"- she giggled and nodded- "Good, because I don't think I could ever live without your kisses ever again, Bunny."

- "Neither do I, Comet"

And after that, stargazing was forgotten. There were enough stars in their kisses to keep the two of them lost in their own new universe. 

[saintobio]

pov: he’s a racer and you’re the finish line. (2)

↳ oikawa tooru/reader (feat. miya atsumu)

summary. driven by the thrill of illegal street racing, an esteemed racer from Miyagi shows up and makes a tough bet against your abusive boyfriend in exchange for you.

genre. slight angst, smut, street racer au, 18+

cw. illegal street racing, explicit sexual content, alcohol, mentions of car accidents, profanity

notes. HERE IS UR SPICY CHAPTER YA NASTIES (ok but the street racing action will be back on the next chap)

previous <- masterlist –> next

2/3

Oikawa explained to you that the only reason he insisted on staying at a motel for the night was because he didn’t plan on driving until sunrise unless you wanted him to fall asleep in the middle of driving.

You understood his reason, but the situation was just inevitably awkward because you didn’t know him and you were still cynical about this whole thing. To make it worse, the only available room at the motel only had one double-sized bed. Congratulations! At least, the guy had the decency to offer taking the couch as soon you two entered the room. But then again, the couch was all dusty and there was no way you could let that guy sleep in it without feeling guilty.

“It’s fine,” he said, locking the door by the time you sat at the edge of the bed.

You bit the inner walls of your cheek before speaking, “No, you can, I mean.. We can share the same bed.”

“If you’re comfortable.” With a simple nod, he walked to peek at the bathroom, and then placed his car keys on the console table. Even from a distance, you could see the corner of his lips upturning but he was careful enough to conceal an actual smile.

“What?” you probed, watching him turn to you.

Oikawa gave a subtle shake of his head. “Nothing. Just can’t believe I won the hottest girl in the world as a prize.”

You fell silent at his answer and had chosen to avert your eyes away. Just when he was about to get in your good graces, you remembered that he merely saw you as a ‘prize’ and you realized that he could also treat you like a trophy the very same way Atsumu did.

“You’re objectifying me,” you muttered in disappointment.

He was quick to deny, however. “That’s not what I meant, but you do need to take a good look at yourself and see how blessed any guy would be to have you,” he explained as he placed his hands inside his pockets. “If I was objectifying you, then I’d be asking you to do other stuff right now.”

“But isn’t that what this is supposed to be?” you tried to rebut, “You wanted me for my physical self. I don’t know what else you’re planning to do, but just so you know, I’m not to be sold or to be wagered as some kind of object like you expected.”

You had no idea how many girls have slept with him or how many of them tried to sleep with him but you didn’t want to give in that easily even if it was part of his deal with Atsumu.

“Not too fast, not too furious,” he retorted, laughing at his own pun. You prepared yourself for Tooru’s complains, but he simply leaned his back on the wall—his arms crossed and a simper on display. “I only saved you from him. That’s all there is to it.”

You sighed. “Thanks, but that’s... Whatever Atsumu’s business with me is personal.”

“Doesn’t excuse his behavior,” he countered, “and don’t tell me you weren’t planning to leave him all this time. I saw it in your eyes the moment I met you.” You watched him cross his arms while cocking his head to the side. “You’re mine now. He can’t get anywhere near you or my crew will give him a taste of his own medicine.”

That certainly wasn’t for him to decide but you were thankful that he was doing this for your benefit because as much as you hated to admit, you didn’t wish to go back to the same toxic relationship that you had. Oikawa was a blessing in disguise and you hoped that this wasn’t going to turn out into something regretful because you were just beginning to grow fond of him. It wasn’t hard to, but also, his sincere actions made him a better person that you initially thought because he was actually a very sympathetic guy underneath all his sarcastic bravado.

“At least tell me about yourself,” you stubbornly insisted. “I literally know nothing about you except for your whole Grand King persona.”

“Then ask anything,” he casually offered.

He took small steps closer to you and eventually found his place on his side of the bed, keeping the distance you wanted, but also making himself comfortable next to you. Your eyes traveled to the dragon tattoo on his forearm and the outline of his abs that stuck on the white shirt under his red flannel. You also noticed his bulge that seemed to have been more prominent due to the tightness of his jeans.

You took a deep breath and tried to dismiss your lewd thoughts. “I-I don’t know. Like, where are your parents? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you live alone?”

Oikawa propped an elbow to look at you and, at the same time, he counted off with his fingers. “One, my mom remarried and has another family in Argentina. My dad, well, he’s gone.”

Oh.

“I’m sorry...” You felt awful for being insensitive enough to ask him. “I’m the same, actually. I lost my parents at a young age so I lived with the Miya’s until Atsumu and I moved out.”

“That explains,” he said, watching your face intently like he was very interested with you. However, you didn’t want to make this about you so you urged for him to continue with his speech, “Two, I don’t have a girlfriend, but I do think we should date some time.”

You suppressed a smile. “Depends. What’s the third?”

He blinked teasingly. “Three, no I don’t live alone. I got some of my crew to live in my house because it’s lonely up in there.”

You understood what he meant when he said it was lonely to live by himself in a house where his family used to be, you’ve been through that. But also, you wondered how big his house was for him to offer his crew to live with him at all.

“You’re gonna live in there, too,” he added as if to inform, “but we don’t have a spare room so you can just stay in mine.”

He was impish with his tone and it urged you to roll your eyes. “Yeah, right. You could be a cult leader or, I don’t know, a Yakuza,” You watched him chuckle adorably. “or this could be like human trafficking.”

“Whatever fills your fantasy, baby,” he teased, following a yawn as his exhaustion started to catch up to him. “Now, your turn.”

“Me?”

With a nod, he stared at your face as though he was fighting the drowsiness off by keeping his eyes glued on you.

“Tell me about you. Everything.”

You thought it was just a dream.

The race, the car chase, leaving Atsumu to be with Tooru—you almost believed that it was all just a figment of your imagination.

But when you woke up that afternoon after talking to Oikawa all night, you saw the flood of messages on your phone which were mostly from Suna and you realized that this was now a reality.

Suna: Yo where ya at?

Suna: The cops caught Atsumu last night. They impounded his car and he’s in jail right now but his dad’s gonna bail him out soon

Suna: You better be safe. Update me

Shit. You sat upright from the bed and typed in a haste reply.

You: Hey, Rin! Looks like I’m heading to Miyagi soon but I’m fine. I hope you guys are okay!

Not even a minute in and you already received a response from the guy.

Suna: Oh thank fuck!

Suna: Osamu told me to get your stuff out of the apartment while Atsumu’s in jail. I’ll bring them to you when you settle there so send me the address

Suna: And let me know if Oikawa isn’t treating you right. I’ll beat the shit out of him and take you home

You couldn’t help but to let a sad smile form your lips because of Suna’s concern and for just how sincere they all were. The only downside about leaving Hyogo was the fact that you would also leave great friends like them behind. You wished that you had the chance to part ways properly where you were more prepared, not spontaneously like this. It was hard to believe that last night would be the very last time you would ever see Atsumu, but you were only sad about being too far from the others.

Oikawa later stirred from his sleep, squinting his eyes as they fluttered open to look at you. “Everything okay?”

You gave a quick nod. “Yeah, it’s just Sunarin updating me about what happened.”

“So, what happened?” he asked in his raspy morning voice.

An exasperated sigh rolled off your lips. “Atsumu got jail time.”

Funny enough, Oikawa seemed to be delighted with the news. “He’s really fucking stupid. Can’t even escape those cops. You should be celebrating.”

You laughed at his reaction, but you felt bad for Atsumu even when you knew you shouldn’t. He didn’t feel sorry about hurting you, so you shouldn’t feel sorry about what he was going through. “I just hope he learns his lesson.”

“Trust me, he won’t.” Tooru sat up and rubbed his eyes before checking the clock. It was kind of adorable how messy his hair was in the morning. “Oh, shit. It’s two pm?”

Or afternoon, rather. You checked your phone to confirm. “Uh, yeah. We slept late. How far are we from Miyagi?”

“About six hours,” he answered, much to your surprise, “but I can turn it into four.”

You looked at him in curiosity. “How?”

As soon as he wiggled his eyebrows, you already figured what a typical street racer’s answer would be.

“Nitro boost, baby.”

He was right.

You did reach his place in just 4 hours.

Well... 3 hours, 59 minutes, and 2 seconds to be exact. You had recorded the time because you two had a deal that if he managed to beat the ETA, you were going to start trusting him more.

What he really meant was how you would have to be more casual around him because he was trying his best to make it comfortable for you. He was claiming throughout the car ride that he had no ill intentions towards you but, to be real, the situation wasn’t really ideal in the first place. The only thing that you were holding onto was how Tooru didn’t seem like a bad person at all. In fact, you could feel that he was actually genuine with his words and actions.

Also, he lived in a fucking mansion.

That was exaggerated, but he did have a three-storey modern house in a gated community.

Your jaw was basically on the floor by the time he pulled up in his spacious garage. Now you understood why he could easily wager his car on top of a hundred grand like it was nothing because he was rich as hell.

Although, you found it a little odd because he didn’t say what his parents did for a living before he was left alone in this world. Was he nouveau riche or was he always born with a silver spoon in his mouth?

You noticed that there were other cars neatly parked in his garage. You were able to see a dark green Subaru BRZ, a custom Nissan Skyline GTR R-34, and some other cars that you failed to recognize.

“These are all yours?” you gasped in awe as soon as you got out of the car. It felt like being in a car dealership.

He let out a small chuckle at your reaction. “The Skyline’s mine, the BRZ is Iwa-chan’s, and the rest are my crew’s. C’mon, I’ll have you meet them.”

You followed his footsteps when he walked towards a door that led inside his house and even from the outside, you could hear hiphop music blasting through the house. There was clearly a party going on and you looked incredibly hideous to even face another human being at this time.

“Hold my hand.” Oikawa offered a hand and for a moment, you hesitated. “I beat your ETA, baby.”

Please. He had to stop calling you ‘baby’ before you would fall for his charm. “Fine.”

His hand was warm when he held you tight and you were almost hiding behind him by the time you two got inside his house. You weren’t going to sugarcoat it—his house was indeed huge, but it was kind of messy. There were scattered bottles of beer, some boxes of pizza, some guys playing Need for Speed, some girls making out, and the song Shake Ya Tailfeather playing on the background. It was a like typical house party, but more chill and laid back per se. You had no idea if they threw parties often in this house and you were already conditioning your mind to it just in case they did.

Tooru stopped on his tracks when you reached the living room and that was when he cleared his throat, “So, there’s a party at my house and no one invited me?”

In an instant, about two guys and a girl grinned and jumped at Tooru when they realized his presence.

“Yo, he’s back!”

“Wassup, man!”

He released your hand to give the guys their personal handshake and the girl who had blue-black hair greeted you with much enthusiasm. You just loved the energy that was flowing out of her.

“Wassup, baby?” she casually greeted, pulling you for a quick friendly embrace. “Name’s Kim, and you are?”

You stuttered because you were a little overwhelmed. “Oh, I-I’m Y/N.”

“Well, you look beautiful,” she complimented, sending a genial smile your way.

“She’s gorgeous,” the guy with the strawberry blond hair added, earning a meek smile from you after he offered you a bottle of Corona beer.

“Thank you.”

Kim was amazingly comfortable at how she looped her arm around yours before introducing some of the guys. “Okay, you’re curious. That guy who gave you a beer is Makki, he’s our contact. That guy over there,” she pointed towards the kitchen where a guy with dark wavy hair was picking up a bag of chips. “That’s Mattsun, our mechanic. And this sexy guy over here, that’s Iwaizumi, but Oikawa calls him Iwa. He’s also a veteran racer and my resident boyfriend.”

The ‘boyfriend’ gave you a brief nod of acknowledgement. “You from Hyogo?”

“Yeah, I...” You glanced at Oikawa who was now talking to two other girls, “met him there.”

Before you knew it, Iwaizumi already stood next to Oikawa and grabbed his attention away from the girls. “So, you crossed out Hyogo on your list, picked up a chick, and how much did you win?”

Oikawa glanced at you while suppressing a grin. “None. Just her.”

Kim threw a balled tissue at his direction. “You fucking simp.”

One of the other two girls, specifically the blonde, looked at you from head and toe just before they turned to Oikawa. “She’s your new girl?”

You noted that there was a hint of envy on her tone but you didn’t let it get to you. You were far too accustomed in dealing with the skanks that Atsumu shamelessly slept with every week to even give a shit.

“Man, hold on. I forgot your name,” Tooru told the girl with an amused face. “Was it Mika? Nari? Suzy?”

“Asshole!”

The guys bursted of laughters. Even Iwaizumi was shaking his head at Oikawa’s playboy antics.

Meanwhile, the other brunette girl eyed you with a smirk. “She looks like Isabel.”

That was all it took for Oikawa’s playful stance to fade for a few seconds. “She doesn’t.”

Did they just forget you were literally in the freaking room and you could hear them?

“Oh gosh. Just go flirt with someone else, Keiko!” Kim shooed her away as the atmosphere turned serious. You didn’t know who ‘Isabel’ was but Oikawa didn’t seem pleased.

And when he turned to you, he tried to simply shake away whatever it was that was bothering him. “Come with me, I’ll show you something.”

You thought that the garage you’ve seen earlier was the only one he had in his house, but you were shocked when he took you to his ‘personal’ garage that housed a row of glass display cabinets full of medals and trophies, framed photos of him and his dad next to different cars, and in the middle of the room was his shiny luxury vehicle that almost blinded you from a distance.

“Holy shit!” you gushed, running up to the tiffany blue car. “Is this a McLaren P1 or what?”

“McLaren Senna,” he corrected as he followed behind with a grin that mirrored the excitement in yours.

You couldn’t believe your eyes because, goddamn, this car was more expensive than your life. It just didn’t make sense. How did Oikawa afford this through street racing alone? How was he so damn rich in the first place? Even if he saved up all of the money he earned, it was impossible to get a McLaren at his young age. It was insane.

He noticed your expression and decided to initiate the talking. “You’re thinking, ‘how the hell does he even have this car?’”

You didn’t hesitate to nod and he ended up sitting on the hood of his expensive car before pulling you onto his lap.

“This is my dad’s car,” he explained, caressing your thigh as he spoke. “Got it after he died in the Japan Grand Prix, you heard about it? He was a Formula 1 racer under the McLaren team, was one of their best, until from his final race. His car skidded to the side and I remember the tires screeching loud—he crashed into the barrier and it only took five seconds, five seconds, for the engine to blow off. Whole car was covered in flames and all that’s left was the chassis...”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, placing a comforting hand on his cheek as you relaxed on his lap. You could tell that it was hard for him to recall such a traumatic memory and you didn’t wish to make him feel like he had to do it for you.

He gave you a half-hearted smile. “It’s fine. It’s been years. There was a manufacturing fault and McLaren sent this car in honor of him that’s why I have it now. I also got enough cash from his insurance and I used a quarter of it to open up a garage business with my crew. I’m the only child so I’m my dad’s sole heir.”

You could only imagine how much he inherited from his dad and now you could finally see why he lived such a luxurious life. But even at that, his eyes looked genuinely sad and you recognized that look so well. It was the look of yearning and loneliness that you also went through on your own.

“We’re not that different, are we?” he asked, his hand moving to your waist. “Lost our parents in a car crash.”

“You still have your mom,” you pointed out, raking your fingers through his hair, “and some really good people around you from what I can see.”

He briefly looked down with a smile. “Yeah, they’re family to me.”

“Why don’t you try going pro and be an F1 racer, too? To honor your dad or something. I mean, I’ve seen you drive and it surely runs in the family.”

Oikawa faintly chuckled. “Not as easy as it looks. Besides, I don’t like the rules in F1. Dad knows I prefer NASCAR over anything and, well... I don’t even have the guts to drive a McLaren, you know?”

“You’ve never driven this?” You sounded more surprised than you thought.

His response was a shake of his head. “Only once. It scares me. I know this isn’t the kind of car they drive in F1 but it reminds me of my dad—”

“No, I get why.” You gave him an understanding smile. “It’s okay.”

Oikawa let out a sigh of relief. “Maybe I can give NASCAR a shot when I learn how to deal with my anxiety,” he stated, going back to his playful smile to lift the mood up, “but you’d have to be my number one fan.”

Honestly, you felt a little better when you saw the smile on his face again. Seeing him all morose just didn’t feel right. “Deal.”

You both stared at each other’s eyes and listened to your silent breathing. You could feel his hand moving back to your hip before he gazed at your face lovingly. It was strange how fast things could change—two nights ago, you were Atsumu’s girlfriend and now you barely even thought about the guy. He no longer lingered in your head whenever you were with Tooru and maybe that was a good thing. This change of atmosphere, this change of heart. You wanted it. You genuinely liked it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he softly whispered on your ear and you drew in a long breath, with your palms pressed flat against his chest and his hands traveling down to your hip.

Your thumb was on the corner of his lip, softly touching the small bruise that he obtained from when your ex-boyfriend punched him. “You have a bruise.”

“Maybe it’ll heal fast if you kiss it?” he suggested with his face just inches away from yours. The proximity between you and him was enough for you to smell his minty breath and ocean breeze scent.

You could feel the corner of your lips tugging itself upwards. “Maybe...”

Yes, maybe, because you weren’t that much surprised when he did lean in to press his soft pink lips against yours.

It was a soft kiss that deepened when you wrapped your arms around his neck and you could only think about kissing back because it felt good. He was breathing you in and you were allowing him to explore the depths of your mouth, simply, because it felt perfect. And you knew exactly where this kiss was heading to.

For the first time in a while, you weren’t getting hurt. In fact, you being treated with so much care and being desired with so much fervor that it all felt new again.

You could feel his tongue exploring your mouth with pleasuring movements that met your needs. His playful hand had then made its way to your inner thigh, caressing the skin with his thumb, before sneaking inwards. You let out a small moan from his mouth when his thumb came in contact to your core. At that moment, you thought he’d stop, but he only pressed harder and started rubbing circles on your sensitive bud. You continued kissing him, sucking his tongue, and biting his lower lip while he was palming you for your pleasure—almost equally, your hand touched his growing bulge that was desperate to spring out of his pants.

Oikawa suddenly pulled away, leaving you breathless and aching for more. “Do you want it?” he breathed on your ear, his eyes wantonly staring at you.

You told yourself earlier that you weren’t going to give in easily. Well, that was a big fat lie.

“S-Someone could see us,” you reasoned, taking a hard swallow.

He simply smirked, lifting your skirt enough to expose your underwear. “No one’s allowed to come down here, baby,” he said, hinting the double-meaning in it. “Just me.”

God. He was horny, so fucking horny, but so were you.

“Then do it,” you teased, pushing the flannel off his shoulders and leaving him with just his shirt. Both of you were smirking at each other like this was a competition on who was better in charge, but Oikawa naturally took his crown.

He held your wrist and got you to stand up between his legs while he leaned back to enjoy the show. “Strip for me.”

Tooru had a predatory gleam in his eyes when you obediently, and a little shyly, took off your tank top. He ordered you to keep eye contact when you unclasped your bra, breathing better as you threw the garment on the side. You knew he liked watching your strip show and each minute made him grow an inch harder because he was licking his lower lip and running his fingers through his hair with a smile that made him seem like he won the biggest jackpot—technically, he did win you. He was adoring his prize and gazing at every part of your body until you slipped your underwear down your legs. Instantly, you felt how wet you were and he wanted to confirm it for himself, too.

He pulled you by your arm, immediately orchestrating his long fingers to touch your clit and feel the wetness in your core. “T-Tooru,” you whined, gripping his shoulder while he trailed kisses on your chest. He didn’t stop. Instead, the hand that was on your sex was now cupping your tender breasts and giving your mounds the attention they deserved. You barely remembered being the receiver because you were always the one giving and pleasing—and yet this man—this man right here proved that you could be on the receiving end too.

“Babe, lay on the hood,” he instructed, getting up from his position before urging you to lay your back against the cold surface of his car’s hood. You never imagined that a time would come where you’d be laying completely naked on the hood of a freaking McLaren with an extremely attractive guy staring down at you in lust and passion.

He carefully spread your legs apart while your hands were on your sides, biting your lip to prevent a needy moan from coming out of you.

“Shit.” Tooru ogled at you before pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his toned body and more of the dragon tattoo on one side of his chest. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he added to your arousal and his. You couldn’t help but smile when he leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips and there was nothing to hear but the sound of your slurpy smooches. He later moved those kisses on your jaw, on the exact areas where Atsumu had left bruises, and Tooru replaced them with his love marks.

And he left more. He feathered kisses on your neck, kneading your boob on one hand and pressing his clothed cock on your naked pussy on the other, all of it until his tongue found your nipple. He suckled on the nub and you could only arch your back from the pleasure you were feeling. You were letting your body take over you as you stared at the grey ceiling of his garage while gripping the back of his hair when he moved to suck your other tit.

In a few minutes or so, you felt the lack of heat when he removed his body off you, realizing that he had knelt down to face your genital.

Fuck. It was kind of disrespectful how you were getting your pussy licked on top his dad’s car but you didn’t want him to stop, either. If you were going to hell for this, might as well experience his amazing tongue rubbing against your core.

“You taste so fucking sweet.”

“Mmh,” you moaned a little too loud. “T-Tooru.”

You could feel his lips forming a smirk against your clit. “You like that?” he purred, eating you out with much vigor.

You nodded. You nodded, desperately. You wanted to have more of him, you were feeling greedy and wanting for him to fill you in completely. “P-Please, please fuck me.”

Tooru realized his newfound ecstasy from hearing you beg in utter desperation. This made him get up to stand between your legs and grin as if he had just heard the best news of his life. “You want my dick inside you?”

Your chest was rising and falling when you gave him a nod. “Please...”

The sound of his belt buckle excited you but the man was cruel enough to ask you not to look, “No peeking, baby,” he commanded with a smile of mischief. “Just feel it first.”

You could hear shuffling from below and it sounded like he was rummaging through his wallet, later flinging it to the side, then got back on top of you with a packet of condom between his teeth.

“I can cum inside if I wore this,” he explained, sexily ripping the packet open with his teeth before he pulled away to wear it and position his tip on your core. You still had no idea how big he was but you were far too aroused to care. “You want this cock, baby?” A question he asked to which you pleaded eagerly to.

He opened your mouth, letting you suck two of his fingers that ultimately distracted you, and the next you knew, he was fully stretching you out.

“T-Tooru!” you shrieked, his body falling on top of you as you took in his full size in both pain and pleasure. “You’re—Y-You’re fuck...ing...big.”

He released his own guttural moan and started thrusting his shaft inside your tight walls. “F-Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”

There was absolutely no time wasted when he moved in and out of you in a sensual pace that gradually became faster and rougher. You weren’t a damn virgin but this man certainly made you feel like it was your first time. And, to add to the sounds of your skin slapping, you could feel your back grazing against the cold hard surface of his car.

You released a louder moan, almost a high-pitched squeal, when he hit your spot that soon erupted a gush of ecstasy throughout your body and his. He growled on your ear with your cold but sweaty bodies pressed against each other while he created better friction inside your cunt. You could hardly feel like you were on Earth because the way he was fucking you was truly out of this world.

“Shit, I wanna feel you without a condom,” he grunted, breathing against your cheek as his thrusts became faster and rougher. Your hands were pinned on either side now that he began reaching for his high. “Cum for me.”

Ironically, you were clenching underneath when he said that and your cries were loud enough to echo throughout his garage. Your legs were visibly shaking because he started pacing more rapidly—no, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You screamed out his name when you felt your tight walls squeezing out his throbbing manhood.

“Mmh, fuck.” He pulled away so he could get a better grip on your waist, fucking you from your overstimulation because he had to reach for his own orgasm.

You could never forget the beautiful sound of his moan when he nutted from the rubber that was inside of you and you were 100% sure that his seed would have gotten you pregnant if not for the condom he was wearing.

For now, you were both panting and catching your breaths—all while recovering from the divine sexual experience. You were weak, destroyed, and somehow contented.

He was sweet enough to carry you in his arms, kissing your lips as his ‘thank you’. How funny, but also cute of him.

“Let’s do it again in our room?” he requested, half-joking.

But you wanted him, too. “Okay.”

When morning came, you woke up in a king-sized bed trying to recall where you were and what happened the night prior.

The lack of clothes and the messy sheets reminded you all about it and your cheeks heated up from the vivid memory. It would have been nice to receive a morning kiss, but Tooru wasn’t next to you by the time you woke up. You did hear the sound of the shower from his bathroom and realized that he must have woken up before you.

You tried to sit up, clutching the sheets close to your chest, and felt the soreness all over your body after trying out different positions last night. You reached for your phone only to see a bunch of death threats from Atsumu that you didn’t even bother to read.

Atsumu: If you fucking think I’m gonna let you go that easily think again

So, the bastard’s out of jail.

You no longer gave a damn.

Stretching your arms, you ended up falling back on Oikawa’s soft bed as you daydreamed about last night. Should I follow him in the shower? you giggled at the thought.

Suddenly, the door to his room flew open and Kim casually barged inside which caused your panic. “Oikawa, we’re heading to the garage—Oh, shit. Sorry...”

“Kim,” you spoke, a little embarrassed. You covered your naked body but it was far too late.

She already had an impish grin on her face. “Someone had a great night, huh. Tell him Iwa and I will head to the garage before him.”

You replied with a meek nod. “Sure.”

“Okay,” she said, finding the situation funny like you did. “It’s so weird to see him with another girl after Isabel—”

It seemed that Kim realized she was about to say something she shouldn’t because she halted to a stop in the middle of her sentence. This same girl she was talking about had also been the reason to Oikawa’s sudden silence from the party and now it made you extremely curious.

“Kim.”

She looked at you, innocently. “Yes?”

“Who’s Isabel?”

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Can I have hugs and maybe noms I'm really touch starved- anxious anon

Same anon. I almost cried the other day because my cat cuddled with me. Anyway….here’s a unedited really soft touch starved fic for ya. I’m surprised I haven’t written something like this before.

Finally safe

(Warnings: safe vore, talk of past trauma)

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Ranboo sighed as he huddled up in his bed in the walls. The weather was getting cold again. And even with all the extra blankets he had now, it was still too cold. He shivered wrapping the blankets around himself.

Ranboo wanted to be warm. And he knew he could ask Tubbo for help. But he already asked for so much, he didn’t want to be a burden. He had always been a burden to others. The other borrowers he had been raised with had made that clear. He was born differently, with half black and half white hair. Along with odd black spots on his skin. He was different and that was bad.

He frowned remembering all the harsh words and nights spent alone as a kid. After his parents had their accident, he was left to fend for himself. Never getting the hugs or affection he wanted so bad. He had gone this long without any, he didn’t need them. Once he was claimed to be old enough he was kicked out of the colony. He found a good home, but was then found by a cat. He moved again and found Tubbo’s home.

He was injured from his run in with the cat and passed out in the middle of Tubbo’s floor. He was lucky Tubbo didn’t step on him. He was definitely surprised to wake up, let alone wake up to a young goat hybrid hovering over him looking worried. He was scared but soon learned to trust Tubbo. Even after Tubbo scared him really bad that one time Tubbo’s dad almost found him….. that had definitely not been fun.

Ranboo did his best to be well behaved and and always laugh and joke around with Tubbo. He didn’t want him to regret helping him if he realized how broken Ranboo was.

Ranboo gave up trying to get warm sitting in his bed. He wrapped a blanket around himself and walked down the chilly, dark and dusty path to Tubbo’s room. If anything he could distract himself from the cold by talking to Tubbo.

He stumbled out of the small exit he had carved out underneath the bed in Tubbo’s room. He could already feel it was warmer. He walked out from underneath the bed looking for Tubbo.

“Tubbo?” He called out to the hybrid.

Tubbo’s was working on home work at his desk when he heard his name be called. He smiled recognizing the voice. Ranboo. He turned around to look down at the ground to his his little friend wrapped in a blanket.

“Hey, what’s up?” He smiled happily. He wanted to scoop up the borrower, but ranboo had said he doesn’t like being touched. But Tubbo thought otherwise with how Ranboo leaned into him anytime he did pick up the borrower.

“Not a lot.” Ranboo said walking closer.

“I’m just doing homework if you want to sit on the desk while I work?” He asked.

“Yeah. That works.” Ranboo nodded.

“Want a ride?” Tubbo hesitantly offered his hand to Ranboo.

Ranboo was going to say no but, he could feel the warmth comes off his hand. Maybe he could get a ride just this once. “Ok.” He nodded stepping onto Tubbo’s hand.

Tubbo was pleasantly surprised when ranboo stepped into his hand. He couldn’t help but notice how chilly Ranboo was though. He picked up and set back in this chair. He didn’t want to set down Ranboo with how cold he was.

“Umm… Tubbo?” Ranboo asked when he wasn’t set down like he thought he would be.

“Why are you so cold?” Tubbo asked getting to the point.

“W-what?” Ranboo stuttered. He shook his head. “No, I’m not cold.” He tried to hide his shivers.

“I can feel how cold you are. And you’re shivering….” Tubbo frowned.

“I- I guess it’s a little chilly…” Ranboo shrugged trying to play it off. “You don’t have to worry about me though.” He smiled.

“But I am worried, why wouldn’t I be worried about you?” Tubbo questioned.

“Because…..” Ranboo trailed off. They where friends why shouldn’t Tubbo worry? Is that what friends where supposed to do?

Tubbo frowned softly. “You ok boss man?” He asked gently bringing him closer to be held.

“I- I don’t know…. You shouldn’t have to worry about me. I probably already take up to much for your time…”

“Take up my time?” Tubbo shook his head. “No, that’s-” he shook his head. Is that really how Ranboo feels? “You could never take up my time Boo, I love spending time with you.”

Ranboo paused looking up at Tubbo. “Really? I’m annoying and useless though…” He mumbled.

“What?! Who told you that?” Tubbo curled up his fingers at the idea of someone saying such hurtful and untrue things to his friend.

“My colony, the other borrowers I lived with. I was different and I couldn’t borrow the right way…. So I was useless.” He said like it was a fact.

“You are not useless Ranboo….” He said sadly gently using a finger to pet Ranboo’s head. “And whatever else those people said to you, it isn’t true.”

Ranboo crumbled as Tubbo put a finger on his head. The soft pressure and warmth made him melt. He looked down at his hands realizing Tubbo really and truly cared about him. That fact made him start sobbing. But for once, it was happy tears.

Tubbo panicked as Ranboo began to cry. Had he hurt him?! “Boo?” He softly asked holding him closer to his face. He jumped a little as Ranboo latched onto his face giving him a hug. He gladly cupped his hands over his back hugging him back. He used his thumb to rub Ranboo’s back as he sobbed.

“It’s ok, I got you now. Your ok.” He mumbled softly trying to comfort his smaller friend.

Ranboo hugged Tubbo tight. He had needed this so bad. A hug, someone to talk to, and a real friend. He slowly calmed down. He pulled away from Tubbo. “S-sorry…” He mumbled.

“You don’t have to apologize.” Tubbo said.

“Oh….” Ranboo blinked looking at Tubbo. He almost said sorry again.

“It’s ok.” He smiled still holding Ranboo close.

Ranboo sighed leaning back in Tubbo hand. He let himself curl up enjoying the warmth.

“You are still cold though.” He curled his fingers around Ranboo.

“Better then before.” He replied.

“I still need to get you warmer Boo.” He shook his head. He hummed thinking of a easy way to keep him warm.

Ranboo didn’t want to be alone right now. And he just wanted comfort and warmth from Tubbo. He frowned getting a idea. Would Tubbo even be ok with that?

“You got a idea?” Tubbo asked seeing the look on Ranboo’s face.

“Kinda? I don’t know if it’s a good one though.” He shrugged.

“Well, what is it?” Tubbo asked.

“Um… you remember how you hide me from your dad that one time?” He said hoping Tubbo would catch on.

Tubbo froze realizing what Ranboo was suggesting. “Are you sure about that? You where so scared before.”

“I was scared because you just ate me. But now I know it’s safe and I trust you.” He smiled softly.

“Aw, you trust me that much?” Tubbo grinned. He was glad Ranboo wasn’t scared of the idea anymore.

“I do.” He giggled. “Plus it’s warm and I’ll be able to rest while you work.”

“True…” Tubbo nodded. “So you really want to do this?”

“Yeah I do.” He said making his decision.

“Ok, just tell me if you want out at any point.” Tubbo said before carefully placing Ranboo in his mouth closing his teeth behind him with a click.

Being gentle placed in was definitely better then how he was shoved in before. He smiled feeling the warmth from Tubbo. He was so focused on the warmth he didn’t panic like he thought he would.

Tubbo gently licked over Ranboo feeling just how cold the little borrower had been. It was like sucking on a ice cube. He slowly tilted his head back and swallowed Ranboo.

Ranboo froze as gravity shifted and he slipped back into Tubbo’s throat. He struggled a little but forced himself to be still not wanting to hurt Tubbo. He soon slipped into Tubbo’s stomach. He went completely limp at the feeling. He was surrounded by soft muscle gently hugging him as he leaned back. It was a amazing feeling.

Tubbo sighed as he felt Ranboo slip into his stomach. He pressed a hand to where he was. “You ok?” He asked making sure Ranboo was alright.

“Yeah….I’m ok.” He replied. He was getting sleepy from being so cozy. He hadn’t been able to really feel what it was like in here before, he had passed out from his panic. But now he was calm and finally warm.

“Ok, just making sure. I’m going to keep working. Let me know when you want out.” He really hoped Ranboo would want to stay for a while. He liked having him so close and safe.

“Mmhmm…” He hummed snuggling against Tubbo more. He didn’t have to worry about anything in here. He could just sleep and not wake up worrying about bugs or the cold. He was safe. With that thought he finally was able to sleep.

Tubbo continued to do his homework and smiled softly feeling Ranboo get comfortable. His small weight got heavier as he fell asleep tucked away deep inside where he could keep his friend safe. Tubbo hoped they would do this more now.

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We Have A Pool?!

Summary: There’s a secret swimming pool at Hogwarts. Y/N discovered it purely on accident in her first year, and it has become her safe place, that is until a particular Weasley find it as well.

Warnings: SMUT! (fingering, vaginal, etc) SMUT WITH PLOT IN A POOL YALL (ok I heard pool sex can be not great for everyone, so maybe don’t try it unless your into that then go off) Swearing, no proof reading, an irrational amount of commas because the public school system failed me. The end

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: OK so IDK if there's canonically a pool at Hogwarts, I just heard it in a starkid play and was like “Hey, I like that” So I made it all up so if there is/isn’t actually a pool pls don’t come for me. Also HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you’re all happy and are making progress to becoming even happier.

Your elbows rested on the desk in front of you, your fingers rubbing circles into your temples as you tried to pay attention to the class in front of you. This past week had been stressful to say the least, you had three different essays, all needing to be at least four pages long, as well as a potions exam and a herbology quiz. To say you were excited for the weekend was an understatement.

And you knew just where you were going to spend it.

As soon as class was dismissed, you started packing your bag as quickly as possible, wanting to get to your room to finish your homework and change before going to your favorite spot for some much needed stress relief.

You practically ran out of the class, heading straight to the Gryffindor common room, but before you could get far, two tall bodies appeared at your left and right sides.

“Someone seems to be in a hurry” Fred said, looking to George who nodded in agreement.

“Indeed, where are we off to Y/N?” George asked.

“Oh, its a wonderful place, I don’t think you would have head of it. It’s called nun ya” You said, causing the boys to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Nun ya?” Fred asked

“Nun ya business” You joked, causing the older red to head to gasp in feign hurt, while George tried to stifle a laugh.

You and the twins had been friends since you were children, being next door neighbors and being the same age meant you spent a lot of time together, especially when your parents went on business trips and left you at the burrow. You had grown to become really close to them. However, over the past few years George and Angelina had started hanging out more, leaving you and Fred to get closer. 

This wouldn’t have been a problem if you didn’t have a giant crush on him. 

“Wow, were your best friends in the world and you wont even tell us where you’re going. I’m hurt!” Fred cried, making you laugh a bit. 

“I’m just going back to my room to do some homework. I’ll see you guys at dinner yeah?” You asked, turning to wave at the two boys, who stood in confused silence as they watched you walk away.

“Well, she’s hiding something” George said.

“Definitely” Fred agreed.

A few hours later, you had gotten dinner, finished your homework, and were currently laying in bed, waiting for Angelina and Katie to fall asleep. After a while, their breathing evened out, and you quietly got out of bed, putting your pillow under the covers to make it look like you were still sleeping there just in case one of them woke up.

You tip toed out of the room, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible before making your way down the steps, and out of the common room. Once you were a bit farther away, you cast lumos to navigate better through the hallway. You took a right, then a left, then another left, before finally finding your way to the empty arythmancy classroom.

You made your way to the bookcase on the far left side of the room, running your finger along the spines before landing on a familiar blue cover labeled The Geometry of Liquids. You pulled the book back until you heard a click, pushing the bookcase forward which easily swung open to reveal a hallway.

You couldn’t help but smile as the smell of salt water filled your nose, quickly stepping behind the book case before closing it behind you. As you walked further down the hallway, you began to see a blue light, finally turning the last corner, you found yourself in an abandoned dungeon, with a large pool in the middle of it. 

You had accidentally stumbled across this room in your fourth year. You were bored, all of your friends either at Hogsmeade or detention Fred and George, and had found the abandoned classroom. You started going through the books, and the rest is history. You had been coming here at least once a week ever since.

You muttered the spell to stop the light coming from your wand, the pool somehow giving off its own soft blue light, before removing your shirt and sleep shorts, exposing the green bikini you had put on earlier. 

Walking closer to the edge, you took a few running steps before plugging your nose and jumping off the pool wall, landing in the water below. 

You sat there for a moment, allowing the cool feeling to sink deeper into your body. You had gotten a lot better at holding your breath over the years, still eventually you had to come back to the surface for air, which you did. You wiped the water off your face, opening your eyes to find a pair of dark brown ones looking back.

“Fred!” You screamed, surprised by his sudden presence. He stood at the edge of the water in a pair of jersey shorts and a t-shirt, his jaw on the floor as he looked at you, then to the rest of the room. 

“What are you... who’d you get here?” You continued, his silence making you a bit nervous.

“We have a pool?” He asked looking back to you, causing you to nod.

“Yeah...” You said, feeling a bit guilty for not telling him before. 

You had planned on telling him, along with the rest of your friends, but you were worried that word would get around and it would become a new party spot, which meant it would only be a matter of time before a teacher found it and blocked it off. 

“How long have you known this was here?” Fred asked.

You sighed, swimming to the side wall and pulling yourself out, ringing out your hair before crossing your arms in front of you.

“A while” You mumbled, feeling a bit ashamed.

“And you didn’t tell us because...” He started, wanting an explanation.

“I didn’t want everyone to find out, because then the teachers would find out-”

“And then nobody would be able to use it” Fred finished, causing you to nod, still refusing to meet his eyes, your own question suddenly popping into your mind.

“Wait, how did you find it?” You asked, finally looking up to meet his gaze, your heart beating a bit faster at the eye contact.

Now it was Fred’s turn to look guilty. “I followed you”

“You fo- why!” You shouted

“I’m sorry! It’s just, you were upset earlier and you seemed really excited about something, and then I saw you walking around and I don’t know I just followed you.” Fred blurted out, looking at you with a nervous expression.

“Ok fine, I’m not mad at you if you’re not mad at me” You tried to reason, wanting a truce.

“Deal” He said smiling, holding out his hand for you to shake, which you did. Unfortunately this made it so you didn’t see his other hand quickly come around to connect with your shoulder, pushing you back into the pool.

You quickly got your bearings, kicking back to the surface to find Fred keeled over with laughter. 

“You dick!” You shouted, which only made him laugh harder. You began laughing as well, before ducking under the water to move your hair away from your face, popping back up to see Fred walking over to where your clothes and wand were laying.

“What are you doing?” You asked suspiciously, you eyes widening as his hands went to the hem of his shirt.

“Getting in, duh” Fred stated, before pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his toned chest, making your face heat up in the process. 

Before you could say anything, Fred was running towards the pool at full speed before jumping into a cannon ball and landing right next to you, sending buckets of water flying into your face.

Your mouth fell open in shock, watching as Fred came back up to the surface, laughing once he saw your expression.

“Oh nuh uh” You grumbled, shooting out your hands to send water flying back at Fred, abruptly cutting off his laughter.

“Oh really?” he asked mockingly, sending a wave of water back at you, only for you to return a wave as well.

Soon enough, water was flying in all directions as you each tried to splash each other as fast as you could, the sound of both of your laughs echoing off the walls. 

You were splashing as fast as you could, looking away to avoid getting hit in the face as you aimed blindly, only stopping when you suddenly felt arms wrap around your middle and spin you around.

“Got cha!” Fred yelled, your arms landing around his neck to stabilize yourself as you shouted in surprise.

Fred stopped spinning, allowing the both of you to calm down and catch your breath, which made your heartbeat pick up at the realization of the position you were in. Your bodies pressed together as his arms remained around your waist, and yours around his neck.

You pulled back a bit to look at him, meeting his gaze before his eyes wandered down to your mouth, yours doing the same before he finally pulled you closer, and connected his lips to yours.

You responded instantly, moving your lips with his as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His arms moved downwards to hold you by your ass as he walked you over to the side of the pool, pressing you up against the wall.

He tugged at your bottom lip, making you moan into the kiss and allow his tongue to explore your mouth. You moved a hand up to his hair, weaving your fingers through the wet, fiery strands, and deepening the kiss even further. His hard length pressed against you, and your hands began traveling down his chest.

He suddenly pulled away making you open your eyes to look at him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, a soft look in his eyes.

You nodded.

Fred moved his lips to just below your ear, hovering just over the skin. “I need to hear you princess”

“Please, I need you Freddie” You whined, gasping as his lips came in contact with your neck.

He continued his attack on your neck as his hand moved in between you, dipping into your bikini bottoms before sliding his fingers through your folds. Your breath hitched as he slid two fingers into you, slowly pumping them in an out as his thumb drew circled over your clit, the coil in your stomach tightening as he began to speed up.

“Fred, I need you inside of me” You sighed, whining as he removed his fingers. His hands moved to lower his shorts a bit letting his cock spring free, moving your bikini bottoms to the side before gliding through your folds.

"You ready?” He asked, causing you to nod. “With your words princess”

“Please Fred just fuck me” You practically begged, before moaning as he slowly filled you up, his size stretching you out slightly.

He waited a moment, allowing you to adjust before you finally nodded, allowing him to move. He slowly pulled out half way, before thrusting back into you, repeating the action and picking up speed with each thrust.

You bit your lip to try and suppress your moans, but Fred wasn’t having any of it.

“None of that princess” He said, stopping his movements and making you whine “I want to hear you screaming my name when you come, got it?” He asked, still refusing to move.

“Ok fine, please just move-ah!” You gasped loudly as he started thrusting into you, much faster than before.

Water sloshed around you as he pounded into you, your back scratching against to tile with each thrust but you didn’t care. His cock hit that one spot perfectly with each stroke, tightening the coil in your stomach more and more. 

“You’re so perfect, taking my cock so well” Fred breathed into your ear, causing you to let out a soft moan. “I can’t hear you princess”

His hand slipped in between your bodies, beginning to rub fast circles around your bungle of nerves, causing the coil in your stomach to finally snap, sending you over the edge, while screaming Fred's name over and over again.

Fred continued to thrust into you, riding you through your orgasm, his thrusts eventually becoming sloppy before he stilled inside of you, painting your walls as he came.

You sat like that for a moment, catching your breath as you came down from your high. Fred pressed his lips to yours as he slowly pulled out, causing you to sigh at the empty feeling before moving both of your bottoms to their original place.

A wave of insecurity suddenly washed over you. Was this a one time thing? Was he still mad that I hid this from him? Does he want to just be friends with benefits? does he-

“Hey, what’s happening” Fred asked, snapping you out of your thoughts, a curious expression on his face.

“Um...” You started, setting yourself up for the possibility of rejection. “Was this a one time thing? Because, if it is I don’t want to-”

Fred cut you off by gently grabbing your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours, silencing all the insecure thoughts running through your mind.

“Y/N, I’ve liked you since fourth year, I really hope this isn’t a one time thing” He said, making you smile.

“Since fourth year?” You asked, causing his face to blush a bit.

“Well, yeah” He replied sheepishly.

“Well, I’ve liked you since third year, so I guess I like you more” You joked, causing him to let out a gasp.

“Not possible, I like you way more than you like me” He argued, to which you shook your head.

“Nope, I win, hands down” You responded, folding your arms matter of factely.

“How about, we go shower off, and I show you how much I like you?” Fred asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Challenge accepted” You replied, all the while you couldn't hide the smile on your face.

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A/N: UMMMM ok??? Pool sex. With Fred Weasley??? Am I obsessed with this concept? Yes. Is it healthy, probably not but its not hurting anyone so I’m a keep doing it. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it, feel free to leave any suggestions or feedback. I love you all! ALSO IF YOU KNOW OF ANY FRED POOL SMUT PLEASE TAG ME OMG

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how about tim and marinette jokingly planning world domination and then accidentally carrying it out (to the annoyance of the batfam)??

this was so fun to write and I hope it makes sense! Marinette and Tim are extremely delirious so it was hard to share their thoughts while also having it make sense to the readers... I hope you like it!

“Dick, stop lying! There’s no way we could have done that. There’s no way we “accidentally took over the world.” Do you really think the two of us could have taken out all seven JLA members?” 

“What day is it, Marinette?” Dick asks instead of answering her question. 

“Tuesday,” Tim answers for her. 

“And the number?”

“Nineteenth,” Marinette crosses her arms and looks at Dick impatiently. 

“It’s Saturday the 23rd,” he declares hotly. “Haven’t you been wondering why you’re so hungry this morning? The two of you have been sleeping for 32 hours and had been awake before that for almost an entire week with maybe an hour of sleep a day. But it’s ok! Because before you fell asleep we got you on camera admitting to everything that you’ve done and we have your notes, which you will have to decipher by the way because for some reason you thought it was a good idea to code everything in your notes and you are in so much trouble right now!” 

“Show us,” Marinette was now understandably a little concerned because she totally did have the weirdest dream last night. And was it really the 23rd?

Five minutes later Marinette is standing side by side with Tim watching a video on the bat computer of the two of them in the interrogation room while Dick is questioning them. 

Marinette’s head is resting on the table, clearly sleeping when Dick slams his hand on the table forcing her to snap her head up in alarm. 

“You are NOT going to sleep right now. The last time this happened you couldn’t remember a thing! Tell me everything and I’ll let you go to sleep.”

Tim who has already been sitting up but was still very much asleep and didn’t seem to be affected by Dick’s outburst snaps his eyes open. 

“How dare you!” he bellows causing Dick and Marinette to look at him in surprise, Marinette’s much more exaggerated than Dick’s, “We will never agree to these terms!”

There are a few moments of silence in the video and Tim makes a noise of embarrassment from the back of his throat while Marinette holds back laughter. 

“I wouldn’t laugh quite yet, Marinette,” Dick admonishes. 

“Wait I’m really tired though… ,” Marinette complains to Tim.

“Great!” Dick claps his hands together and turns his attention to Marinette, “after you tell me everything you can go to sleep.”

Marinette nods very seriously then takes a deep breath and shakes her shoulders as if she’s hyping herself up to start a race or lift some heavy weights. She looks at a point on the wall a few feet to the right of Dick’s head and begins speaking as if she is a narrator of a science documentary. 

Marinette cringes, some of the memories coming back to her like how she had believed she had one more mission, and that was to let the audience know the “trials and tribulations of their story” as she had so eloquently thought about it in her head. She watches as Video Marinette recounts their story remembering that she had believed it was a serious story and that the imaginary audience (that she wholeheartedly believed were watching) must understand this.  Her hand goes to her mouth in horror as she watches herself on the screen go silent and stare at the point behind Dick’s shoulder for several awkward minutes, several times throughout the video. She remembers she had been trying to portray the scene that was passing before her mind’s eye for the “audience” to see as well. Clearly it didn’t work. 

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** italics indicate when Marinette is using her narrating voice and is staring into the “camera” 

** dashes indicate flashbacks

“It was an accident.” Marinette starts, “Really, truly an accident. You can’t blame two delirious teenagers with a combined two hours of sleep within 3 days and half a brain cell to share between them. Honestly you can’t judge them, it’s not their fault the Lustice Jeague- Justilea- Just- Justice. League. Fell for it. You just can’t. It’s not their fault the justice league-”

“Marinette.” Dick interrupts.

“Right. Did I already say that? Well, anyways, point is. Not their fault….” 

-------

Marinette pops her head suddenly and looks conspiratorially at Tim, “Hey.”

“Hmm,” not stopping his clacking away at his computer. 

“Did you know Superman’s biggest weakness is Lois Lane?”

Time grunts in response as if saying, “yeah, what about it?”

“Like, he would literally be incapable of doing anything if Lois Lane was in trouble, like if Lois Lane disappeared so would Superman.” 

“Yeah that’s crazy,” still clacking away at his computer. 

“And do you know what Batman’s biggest weakness is?” 

“Superman?” 

Marinette giggles, “that’s funny. No, his pants.” Tim’s finger’s still as he processes what Marinette just said. “Think about it. If batman has no pants then he would disappear as well. Do you really think Batman would show up anywhere if he had no pants?” A pause. “Batman must really love his pants,” Marinette adds thoughtfully.

Tim begins ferociously clacking away on his computer again. “This is amazing,” he whispers, “we can use this against them! Amazing,” he says, whispering the last word with, well, amazement. 

“I know, right? We could like… take over the world with this information or something.” 

Tim gasps, finally turning to Marinette sprawled on his bed, “we totally could!” Suddenly he looks around and lowers his voice as if sharing a secret, as if there was anyone else besides Marinette to hear anyway. Marinette sits up and leans in excitedly, “we totally could,” he repeats. 

Marinette nods her head enthusiastically, “and we can totally give it back afterwards. Like, it’s no big deal. Just to like, prove we could.” 

Tim’s eyes grow wide and he nods his head with child-like excitement, “let’s do it.” 

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“24 hours later, now with 7 hours of sleep between them in four days, Marinette and Tim had developed the most bestestest plan to ever grace the mise of anyone, it was-”

“Mise?” Dick interrupts again, trying to figure out what she was saying. 

Marinette scrunches her face up, “My- mizzzee- my- m- myyy-nnnd. Mind.” She finally corrects then turns her focus back to the imaginary camera, “of anyone who ever lived. It was spectacular.”

“This is horrific.”

“Exactly. So horrible that it worked miraculously. I say that totally seriously. Seriously. No, I am not a miraculous, ask Ladybug.” Marinette then switches demeanor shifts in her seat and asks: “Ladybug?” she shifts in her seat again to slightly face the opposite direction and answers herself, “Yes?” She shifts again. “Are you a miraculous?” Shifts. “No. I am not.” Marinette looks back into the imaginary camera, “See? She says Marinette is not Ladybug….” she trails off for a moment, her head slowly dropping indicating she was very close to falling asleep. 

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Marinette snaps her head back up.

“Oh but it has. Tim and Marinette had targeted every single weak point of every JMLA member, the Jumpstice League stood no chance against the duo. Tim crafted a device that tracked Lois Lane, gathering any and all data on her to mimic her, including her heartbeat and scent so that Superman would be properly duped. Setting the trap in his very own house-” she suddenly cuts herself off and looks between Tim and Dick, “by the way did you know? That man is like, super weak to Kryptonite. It would have been so much easier to know that in the beginning. And also that he has a cousin? She’s very pretty, right, Tim?” She turns to her boyfriend who is looking at her with a soft smile.

“Mmhm. You’re very pretty.” 

Marinette ignores him and continues, “So Tim and Marinette trapped him in a cage of kryptonite-”

“You did WHAT!?”

“-and he totally passed out, the two heroes are still a bit confused why he was making such a big deal about it.” Marinette pays no mind to Dick as he reaches out and shakes his hands like he wants to strangle her neck.  “Tim then crafted a signal miminicking a detest call-”

“Distress,” Dick corrects. 

“-distress call from Themyscira rendering Wonder Woman unavailable. Unfortunately for her and fortunately for us it was her birthday and since I’m good friends with Momma Wonder,” she abruptly turns to Dick and points a finger at him as if he was a five year old in trouble and adds: “that’s Queen Hipopotolia to you, Mister,” before turning back, “they threw her a total rager,” again changing her demeanor and rolls her eyes “which I’m missing right now by the way, so she’ll be gone for a few more days, those gals really know how to party…. 

“Then the Flash. He was easier than the two expected, they meanly- I mean merely, well, meanly too- slapped a speed force inhibitor around his wrists. He couldn’t tap into the speed force to vibrate through it, he couldn’t cut it off, he would definitely die including everyone else in a mile radius-” Marinette swivels her head to Dick and smacks the table,”-nuclear bombs are SUPER dangerous by the way, you really don’t want to mess with them. 

“He couldn't contact anyone, any electric device he came across was rendered useless due to Tim’s genius, once again. 

“You’re so smart, baby, they couldn't have done this without you,” she adds out of the blue looking at Tim with a proud smile 

“Mhmm. You’re so pretty,” he repeats while Dicks drops his head into his hands. 

“They knew the Flash had friends so they did what they had to and locked him in one of those big containers that you sometimes see on trains and sometimes see on big ships and is currently in the middle of the ocean. Also that inhibitor thingy works as a shock collar too so like screaming electrocutes him preeeetty bad.”

“If the JLA doesn’t kill the both of you, I will.”

“The Martian Manhunter, well, you know what they say, show, don’t tell…. Marinette looks deep into the “camera” willing it to see what she was seeing.

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“J’onn J'onzz.” The green alien turns around to find two young adults who looked uncharacteristically professional, hands clasped behind their straight backs and serious expressions.

“...Ladybug. Red Robin. What can I do for you?” J’onn places an alien piece of tech down to focus on the two of them. Unfortunately he could not read Ladybug’s mind when she was in the suit and Red Robin’s mind was a mess of noises and jumbled thoughts that made no sense whatsoever, except one that was a bit louder than the rest and was repeated like a mantra. 

Christmas eve, 1998. 

J’onn tensed, “What do you want,” he demanded more than asked, overly concerned about how and why that thought was in Red Robin’s mind. 

“Nothing. Exactly that. Nothing,” Ladybug responded. “We need you to leave, to go somewhere for a few days and to not resurface or interfere in any way, shape, or form. And in return we will delete anything and everything that ever existed on Christmas Eve of 1998. It’ll be like it never existed.” 

“I can’t do that.” 

Ladybug suddenly broke her composure and groaned. “Oh come oooon, We promise no one will get hurt!” she linked her hands together and gave the Martian a pout, “pleeaaseee?” 

“The last time you two were like this you “accidentally” created a multimillion dollar company solely based on cosplay.” Ladybug was not phased and Tim was still chanting Christmas Eve, 1998 in his head, the boy probably wasn’t even aware time had passed since he got there. J’onn sighed, whatever they were up to it probably wasn’t too big of a deal. “Fine. But I want proof everything is deleted.” 

“Yess, it’s a deal, big man. See you in a few days! C’mon Tim.” 

“Can I stop repeating that thing in my head now?”

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“Marinette.”

She breaks and looks at Dick impatiently, “I’m telling a story right now, what do you want?”

“You’ve been staring at the wall for 5 minutes straight, where is Martian Manhunter?”

“Oh I don’t know, he should be back on Tuesday though,” she shrugs and nods at the same time but like a switch has been flipped she is serious again. “As for Aquaman? Well, he has his own problems in the undersea. As you know the detective of Justice is Batman, Aquaman? Not much of a detective at all. But, having a mystery that needed to be solved in the undersea would have to be done with the bat’s assistance. However, Batman had his own problems to mace. 

“Face?”

“Yes. A problem that he will never be able to solve without asking for little help of his own. Unfortunately for him, his pride and dignity was on the verge of devolution- devil- devolve… ded- destru- destruction! Also all communication to Alfred was severed and he was sent to the Bahamas to relax since Tim and Marinette promised that since Batman would not be able to be fight he would be safe.”

“Ohhh is that where he went? No wonder there was no breakfast this morning.” Tim drops his hand supporting his face and looks at Marinette in wonder. 

“Babe we went over this like one time, you should know this.”

“Oh, right, yeah… I still haven’t eaten.” Tim lays his head down on his arm sadly and promptly falls asleep. 

“And last, and definitely least, Green Lantern. Marinette, miraculoused in her all-black ninja suit- wait no- no miraculous involved, it was just black clothes,” Marinette trailed off and snorted. “I really just stole the Green Lanterns ring… It was uhhh, it was actually kind of easy….

“Marinette had slipped the ring from Hal’s hand and put it on her own, quickly and quietly slipping out the way she came but not before taking the battery thing that powers the ring and stealing every single cup in the house. The ring had then proved useful as it assisted in Marinette’s journey.”

“Wait. How?” 

Marinette shrugs as if it weren’t such a big deal when it definitely was. “I don’t know, it actually gave me a little speech about going to Goodwill and then told me I was a lantern. Wait, do you think someone would have bought me if I posed as a lantern…? Oh yeah! I totally had a green suit and everything, it was crazy. Look! I still have it,” she stuck her hand out to show Dick, the thick green ring almost making contact with his face as she practically jumped over the table to show him. “I don’t want to give it back to Hal though it’s like… a really cool ring,” she says sadly as she sits back down, not giving Dick an actual chance to look at the ring. 

“Ok. Ok.” Dick drags a hand through his hair in frustration. “What about batman? Where is he?”

Marinette shoots both of her hands up and points at the one way mirror behind Dick’s head, “Boom! Right behind ya in that there mirror.” Then she again turns to the imaginary camera to continue her saga.

“Batman. The easiest, yet most difficult. The smartest, yet most helpless. And though Marinette and Tim wish they could have said they did it alone, they desperately needed the help of a certain… seductress.” 

---

Selena Kyle leans a hip into the counter of a kitchen, quietly making tea when a dark red and black tangle of something falls through an open window and crashes onto the floor, bumping into the family dining table and rattling the vase of wilting flowers. Selena curses loudly and goes to flee but realizes what, or rather who the pile of dark red and is. It’s Red Robin and Ladybug, otherwise known as Tim Drake and Marinette Dupain-Cheng. 

The two groan loudly and clumsily untangle themselves and flop on the ground next to each other apparently too lazy to stand up at the moment. 

“Hey,” Ladybug says, moving her head to the side to look at the standing woman. 

“Hey,” Selena takes a sip of her tea and almost laughs when she realizes that Red Robin had either been knocked out or  had simply fallen asleep. 

Ladybug’s words are slurred together when she says, “we need your help,” while slowly blinking. Either she was on something, very drunk, or very sleep deprived. Knowing the two of them and considering Red Robin was fast asleep on the floor it was probably the sleep deprivation. 

Selena acts as though she’s considering it even though she would help regardless, whatever it was these two were planning she wanted in. 

“Only if you agree to owe me a favor.” 

Ladybug (who had closed her eyes for a moment) snapped her eyes open and grinned, quite evilly, “what we’re planning will be favor enough.” Then, as if the conversation had ended, rolled her head around taking her surroundings in, “this isn’t your house.” 

Selena chuckles, “no it’s not, but you found me here anyways.”

“Ohhhhh, right I forgot about that, do you know the person who owns this house?” Selena shakes her head and Marinette hums in response, wandering her eyes over the kitchen. “So what do you say about the pant situation?” 

“The what?”

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“The mystery woman had easily fallen for the trap. With her help, Tim and Marinette had almost succeeded in world domination, all that was left was to carry out the plans….”

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Dick pauses the video and turns to the two heroes who were blushing furiously and fidgeting, waiting until they could bolt. 

“I thought you were going to sit there for a few more minutes then start talking again but you just kept sitting there until I realized you had fallen asleep with your eyes open.” He huffed and started to type into the computer again. “You’re lucky none of the JLA members got hurt or that this-” he clicks a file “video did not get out to the world.”

Ladybug and Red Robin stand in a professional stance with hands clasped behind their backs, they were standing slightly off-center of the screen with an empty JLA table behind them.  

“Good evening, world. I am Ladybug.”

“And I am Red Robin.”

“We have single handedly disposed of the JLA.”

“They will no longer terrorize our world-”

“Burn down our cities-”

“Trample us underfoot-”

“Wait-” Ladybug breaks character and turns to Red Robin, “are we describing Godzilla?”

Red Robin furrows his brow for a moment before bursting out in laughter, grabbing onto Ladybug and dragging her down into hysterics as well. They fall to the floor out of view of the camera but their guffaws are still spilling over the speakers very loudly. 

Several minutes later they stand up, wiping their tear-streaked cheeks.

“Anyways,” Red Robin continues, a chuckle still present in his voice, “We totally have taken over the world and you!” he points into the camera.

“Are!” Ladybug repeats his movement.

“Under our control!” they chorus together, pointing their thumbs at themselves as if this were some sort of disney channel ad, some sort of joke and that they hadn’t just literally threatened world domination, hadn’t just succeeded in world domination. 

They held the pose for a moment before Red Robin relaxed, Ladybug held her pose and continued to look into the camera while Red Robin reached up and paused the video.

“Luckily,” Dick begins, “You streamed the video straight to your own computer and not to the entire world, and luckily, you left your computer open on the dining tables for Duke to see it and for the rest of us, minus Jason,” he adds hotly, “to fix your mess.” 

“At least you caught the perpetrator?” Marinette adds helpfully, her voice going up like a question and her face scrunched up hoping that the comment would placate Dick.

It did not. 

Bonus:

Dick has both Marinette and Tim sitting side by side in an interrogation room, Tim is smiling and staring at Marinette with hearts in his eyes and sighing happily every once in a while Marinette is staring intently at the wall a few feet to the right of Dick’s head and talking as if she were the narrator of the documentary of her Tim’s “adventure” of literally taking over the world. 

“This is insane.” Bruce Wayne whispers behind the one way glass with a towel wrapped around his waist, every single pair of pants he owned was still missing. And would continue to be missing until he admitted he needed help, the rest of the batfam had collectively agreed to not help him until he asked for help, much to Bruce’s chagrin. 

Bonus Bonus: 

The video is shaky but clear, it’s facing a dingy empty stage with a lone mic stand in the middle at what seems to be Karaoke night in an even dingier bar. The crowd is mostly quiet save for the buzz of conversation until the start of “Fantasy” by Mariah Carey starts and everyone cheers. The camera violently shakes and Hal Jordan’s voice booms through the speakers,

“Let’s go babyyyyy!!” 

A few moments later and J’onn J’onzz, in his human form, hops onto the stage clearly hammered and most definitely not in control of his actions. He dances awkwardly around the stage until the first lyrics on the screen behind him light up. 

“Oh when you walk by every night, talkin sweet and lookin fine, I get kinda hectic inside,” along with the words he points to someone in the crowd then puts the back of his hand to his forehead to indicate “swooning”. 

“Oh baby, I’m so into you,” he clumsily hops off the stage and staggers over to someone at one of the front tables. The video zoomed in for a bit and focuses on the woman who briefly looks around her table with a laugh and she raises her strong arms, welcoming the drunk martian. 

“Darling, if you only knew,” J’onn’s smile was so wide and he laughed into the mic instead of singing the next few lyrics. He forced Wonder Woman’s chair from the table with his telekinesis, and with an excessive amount of exaggeration he circled the chair, dragging his hand over her face. The other women, more Amazons by the looks of their arms, pounded the table howling in laughter. 

“But it’s just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby, When I close my eyes, you come and take me,” he circles to her front and boops her nose as he sings “take me” before turning around and facing the stage. 

“On and on and on,” he looks back at Wonder Woman seductively and winks, “it’s so deep in my daydreams,” he hops back on the stage, “but it’s just a-” his foot gets tangled in the mic’s cords and his voice is cut off when he tries to save himself from smashing into the ground. 

He fails. 

Laughter erupts in the bar and the camera is slammed onto a table and Hal’s wheezing is heard above the others before the video cuts off.

phew *wipes brow* that was... actually a loooooottttt, but I hope it made you laugh and i really hope it wasn’t confusing to read! *smiles awkwardly and waves* byee....

[justkending]

The Number One Rule. Chapter 18.

Summary: Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left, but don’t worry the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Rogers (Steve’s little sister)

Word Count: 3100+

Chapter Eighteen:

“Good morning, Sunshine,” Steve chuckled, bringing his mug to his lips as his sister walked in with a sleep ridden face. She gave him the silent bird before moving to the coffee pot. “I see your morning self hasn’t changed.”

“What are you still doing here? I thought you would have left for work by now?” Y/N asked with a tired voice as she walked to the fridge for creamer. 

He had ended up staying the night and sleeping in his old room that had been transferred into the guest bed. Him and his sister had been up late talking and catching up. 

“Eh, I’m going in a few hours later since I’ve been doing overtime recently,” Steve shrugged, leaning back and watching her sit across from him. She was wearing a giant T-shirt and some old pajama pants that she tiredly tried to straighten from their disheveled state. “What’s your excuse for not being ready for work?”

“I don’t have to be there until 9 today,” she answered with her eyes closed. 

There was a comfortable silence as the two sipped on their coffee and Steve read the newspaper. Looking over he saw her practically falling back asleep in her seat. 

“I guess I need to talk to Bucky soon…” He spoke up. Her eyes opened at that and she turned to him. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean now that I know the case, and now that I know you’re both happy, I don’t have a right to be a jackass anymore I guess,” he shrugged with a smirk. 

“I’m glad you came to terms that you were a jackass,” she chuckled, punching his arm playfully. “We’ve been waiting a few years on that one.”

“Hey, I can call myself a jackass, but you watch yourself,” he warned in a light manner. 

“Sure thing… Jackass,” she mumbled with a smile. Before he could start an argument, she diverted the conversation. “So, should I warn him, or-?”

“I don’t care. We have different shifts today, so I’ll see him tonight probably and talk to him.”

“Ok, then I’ll let you do the talking. I would warn him yourself though. He’s been a nervous wreck around this topic with you. Anytime he thinks about how we’ve hurt you, he gets upset and really anxious,” she explained more seriously. 

“I mean, I don’t blame him. This was a shitty kind of situation to go through, but mom was right. Neither side of the problem was handled well,” Steve sighed. “I’ll text him before.”

“Good,” Y/N nodded. “Want me to come?”

“No, I think we need to talk ourselves,” Steve sighed. “If you know what I mean.”

“I get it,” she nodded standing and grabbing her mug. “Well, I’m going to get ready for work. Mind if I come over tonight though? You know, when the coast is clear? Maybe we can all have a movie night like back in the day! Becca and Sam are invited too,” she pointed to him. 

“Sounds like a plan. You’re paying for pizza though. Since you have an adult job now, it’s only fair,” Steve said with raised eyebrows. 

“Hey, I-”

“You owe me,” he cut her off. 

She glared at him for using the given past situation as a way to get free food. 

“That’s low, big bro,” she deadpanned. 

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same thing,” he scoffed with a smile, going back to the paper in front of him. 

“Touche,” she nodded with a pursed lip. “At least text me when I can head over, so I don’t interrupt you guys' bromance session.”

“Shut up,” he groaned as she left the room. 

________

Once Y/N got to work, a few hours into her shift, she got a call from Bucky.

“Hey, B,” she smiled through the phone as she went through the loads of papers in her hands. 

“Hey sweetheart,” Bucky replied just as sweetly. “Guess who texted me today?”

“Hmm, Barack Obama?” Y/N responded. “Wait, no! Michelle Obama.”

“Haha, very close, but no,” he chuckled. “You’re brother reached out.”

“Is that so?” Y/N faked surprise.

“I’m guessing you guys' conversation last night went well considering your chipper mood?” he questioned. “Or they went horribly wrong and you’re just a really good actress.”

“We all know I can’t act even if my life depended on it,” she laughed, changing the phone to her other ear as she wrote some notes on a paper. 

“It’s true. You’re a horrible liar,” Bucky confirmed.

“I’m not even going to argue it no matter how much I want to,” she shrugged. “But I would say things went well. I mean we may or may not have gotten into a wrestling match on the front lawn, and mom might as well have dragged us by the ears inside to have a civil conversation, but besides that…”

“Oh God, Y/N… What the hell happened?” 

She just knew he was pitching the bridge of his nose on the other end. 

“Nothing too crazy. It’s just sibling fighting,” she waved off. 

“At least tell me you gave him a chance. You didn’t beat his ass too much, hopefully. You know we’re trying to win him over, not push him further away, right?” Bucky had a smile in his voice, clearly just joking around. 

“You know? Kids’ gotten stronger since middle school,” she noted. 

“I would hope so. He fought in a war and chases bad guys for a living. Can’t have scrawny middle school Steve doing that kind of stuff. He’d get a nose bleed just looking at the wrong guy.”

The two laughed for a little reminiscing at little Steve before he bulked up in high school. But after some joking, Bucky brought the conversation back where he started. 

“But in all honesty, I shouldn’t be too worried about tonight?” he asked. The nerves in his voice were clear to Y/N. 

“No, Bumble Bee. We talked it out, screamed it out, and fought it out. And in doing so, we had a good conversation. Thank Sarah Rogers for keeping us on track and not letting us walk away until it was resolved,” she assured, putting his mind at rest. 

“Ok, good…” Bucky sighed on the other end. A moment of silence went by as if he was trying to process it. 

“Hey, I know you guys still need to talk, but I do want you to know that it’ll be all ok in the end. Don’t get too worked up about it,” Y/N said softly. “26 years of being best pals can’t be ruined by this little bump. You said it yourself.”

Bucky let out a breath and nodded. “You’re right. It… It’s just, I hate that he found out how he did, and…” he paused. “It just kinda sucked seeing him that upset.”

“I get it,” Y/N nodded on her end. “But hey,” she added. “We’ll all be ok. Truly.”

“I trust you, doll,” he grinned. There was some distant talking on the phone and Bucky humming. “Hey, I have to go. Boss needs me for something. Call you later?” 

“For sure. Have a good day, and let me know if you need anything!” 

“Right back at you. Love you, sweetheart,” he slipped out the last part unconsciously. 

There was a moment of silence as the two were stunned. Neither had said the “L” word yet… At least not to each other…

“Uh,” Bucky stuttered out. “I-I-...”

“Buck-,” Y/N started in just as much shock. 

Another round of someone shouting on the other line that wasn’t Bucky came through through the phone. 

“I have to go! Talk to you later,” Bucky shouted into the phone. 

Before she could say anything else, the line ended and she slowly pulled back the phone seeing her lock screen blank. No words came out after that. 

She just stared at the screen where a picture of her Bucky, Becca, and Steve all were embedded in a bear hug together. An old picture, but one that she always loved and cherished with a group of her favorite humans. 

She also loved it because even though it was before Bucky and her had become an item, they were squished against each other. Bucky was smiling wide and caught in a laugh as he looked down at her, catching her from stumbling to the ground, and she was laughing as she gripped his arm to find her balance. Steve and Becca laughing on the side at her clumsy self, and the fact someone was always having to help her stay on two feet. Bucky having always been one of those top people in her life. 

She smiled down at the memory and couldn’t help but feel those little flutters move from her stomach to her chest and eventually make her cheeks heat up. 

_________________

Now he had two things to freak out about. One being Steve and his talk tonight. Yes, he knew he didn’t really need to after Y/N’s reassurance that things would be fine, but still. It was a strange conversation to have with your best friend. 

“Sorry I fell in love with your sister and hid it from you. My best friend of over a quarter of a decade. Not to mention you found out from me coming out of her room half naked after you thought she was home alone...” 

Yeah, that was going to be weird no matter how ok they were now… 

Then you add in, he just casually told Y/N that he loved her before hanging up the phone. He didn’t mean to. It just felt so natural in the moment! 

He wanted to make the first time he said it special, not just by accident…

God, his heart was racing and now he had four hours left of his work day to let those things just stir around in his head. Great. Maybe that 3rd cup of coffee wasn’t that great of an idea.

_______________

“So, everything’s good with you guys?” Sam asked after Steve let him in on everything.

“Yeah. I mean Buck and I still need to talk it out, but… I don’t know. I can’t be mad if they’re both happy at the end of the day. Happiest I’ve seen either of them in a while, if I’m being honest,” Steve shrugged with a small smile. 

“See, I knew that’d be the case at the end of the day. I tried telling Bucky that,” Sam shook his head as he finished up the dishes. “And sorry man about not saying anything. I didn’t think it was my place to,” he apologized. 

“No, I get it. This was their own thing. You were just being a good friend to Bucky and letting him figure this out himself,” Steve waved. 

“He’ll be home in a little. You worried?” Sam asked, washing his hands off. 

“No, if anyone’s nervous it’ll be Bucky. Y/N and I had a really good talk last night. No matter how upset I was before, I now know where they were coming from,” Steve sighed. “Did I agree with it? No, but we all have different ways we would go about things.”

“True facts,” Sam smiled. “Well, I’ll hoard myself in my room for a while until the coast is clear. Let me know if you guys need anything, ok?” 

“Got it. Oh, and Y/N said she was going to come over after with pizza for a movie night, if you want to join,” Steve pointed out moving to the couch. 

“I’m here for it,” Sam nodded, going down the hall to his room. “Call me when all is resolved.”

Steve nodded and plopped down on the couch skimming through the channels as he waited for Bucky. About 15 minutes later, he heard the lock turn and quietly the brunette made his way in with caution. 

“Hey,” Steve said softly, turning from the end of the couch. 

“Hey,” Bucky said with a soft smile as he put his things by the door. 

These were the first words they had spoken in over 2 weeks. They hadn’t talked since the whole fight in the backyard.

“How was work?” Steve asked, making small talk. 

“Nothing too crazy today,” Bucky shrugged, walking to the back of the couch with his hands in his pockets. “Oh, Lillian asked about you again.” 

“From accounting?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Only Lillian I know that’s obsessed with you,” Bucky laughed lightly. 

“God, I’m not ready for that…” Steve returned the chuckle. 

It got quiet after that. Not awkward, but not comfortable either. 

“So…” 

“Listen, Bucky,” Steve sitting back in his chair running a hand across his face. “I’m sorry, I punched you after-”

“Don’t be. I deserved it,” Bucky waved him off, coming around the couch slowly to sit on the opposite end. 

“Ok, yeah. You’re right,” Steve nodded with another small laugh. Again another pregnant pause. “I gotta know. Why didn’t you just tell me, Buck?”

He took in a deep breath before answering. “I’m sure Y/N told you, but we didn’t want things to have a bad falling out and it be awkward for everyone else-.”

“No, not that. Why didn’t you tell me that you weren’t going to do it from the start?” Steve interrupted.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“Y/N said that you guys went back and forth on not going through with this because you didn’t want to hurt me. I mean, maybe that’s not that big of a deal, but it changes things on my end some,” Steve explained. Bucky just sent him a blank stare. “What I mean is, when I first figured everything out, I was hurt because I thought you didn’t even consider me in your decisions. I know, it sounds selfish, but-”

“No, it doesn’t. You’re a part of the equation to some extent. Just like Becca is. But surprisingly Becca was excited and not freaked out about her best friend dating her big brother. It’s a little different being the big brother in the situation though,” he said softly. “It’s not selfish though Steve. If the roles were reversed and say you and Becca dated, I would hope you considered my feelings in the matter too.”

Steve was glad that he understood what he was getting at. He was worried it wouldn’t make sense or make him look like he thought the whole thing revolved around him. 

“Yeah…” Steve paused. “But you didn’t say anything about that when we did get in that fight. Why?”

“I don’t know… I guess I just wanted you to understand my feelings for her more than anything. I needed you to know that she wasn’t just some girl I was hoping to hook up with at some point.”

“I know you would never do that Buck. No matter how upset I was, I still don’t think that low of you,” Steve sighed. “And about that… I’m sorry I said you don’t deserve her… That was an extremely hard hit to the gut.”

“You were looking out for her,” Bucky said with pursed lips, but the pain from the past comment was clear. It didn’t feel good having your best friend who's been through thick and thin with you tell you weren’t worth something. 

“Yes, but that was a low blow and I said it out of hurt feelings. I was hurt, so I wanted you to be just as hurt. That wasn’t fair,” Steve concluded. “If there is anyone in this world that I trust to take care of Y/N just as much as me, it’s you Buck. I was just blinded by anger.”

“Understandably,” Bucky nodded, looking back at his friend a little less troubled. 

“Understandably,” Steve agreed. They stared at each other silently communicating. “I’m sorry.”

“If anyone is sorry, it’s me Steve,” Bucky shook his head running a hand down his thigh still slightly anxious. 

“How about we both agree that we didn’t handle this situation the best way,” Steve smiled. “I should have seen how happy you two were and not second guess how it happened. I shouldn’t have made it about me when you both clearly are what the other needs.”

“Steve-”

“Truly. You guys have been glowing the last two months with complete and utter happiness and I was so oblivious to pick up on it. I feel like a shitty brother and best friend.”

“You’re not a shitty brother or best friend. Not in the least,” Bucky said scooting to the edge of the couch. “You know that.”

“Y/N tell you we got in a fight on the lawn yesterday?” Steve asked with a small smirk. 

Bucky chuckled. “Yes. Said your mom about beat your asses out there too.”

“All because I was too stubborn to talk it out,” Steve shook his head while he threw it back on the back of the couch. 

“Eh, you said it yourself. We all didn’t handle this situation well,” Bucky chuckled. “She kicked your ass, didn’t she?” he said after a second. 

“Wouldn’t say that, but she must have worked out over seas because I couldn’t pin her like I used to. She was giving me a pretty decent fight,” Steve laughed loudly. 

“God, I would pay money to have someone get that on tape,” Bucky laughed with him. 

The two soaking up the now comfortable atmosphere. 

“So we’re ok, right?” Steve asked. “Leave all out petty, stubborn, and stupid mistakes in the past?”

“I’m fine with that if you are,” Bucky nodded. 

“Good. I’ve missed having my best friend around. I was getting tired of ignoring you,” Steve sighed, patting Bucky’s back. 

“You gave me good practice with your stubbornness for Y/N. Not that I haven’t been practicing with you both my whole life, but damn you guys are too bull-headed monsters.”

“We feed off each other's energy,” Steve shrugged with a smirk. 

“I know, it’s exhausting, yet entertaining all at the same time,” Bucky smiled as he moved his head side to side. 

A knock sounded at the door and they both turned toward the wooden panel. 

“Speaking of the devil,” Steve smiled standing up.

Bucky froze. 

Shit. One anxiety had been cured now, but he had almost forgotten about his second one...

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11 - Van Halen...

Hi there one and all.

Can I first start by saying farewell to Cozy. I've known him for about fifteen years and would not say he was a close friend or anything, but whenever we caught up with each other there was always time for a beer and chat. He was an A1 guy and will be greatly missed as a person and as a brilliant drummer. When John Bonham died he left the crown for the best rock drummer to Cozy, and I can't think of anyone worthy enough to take over. When Bonzo died we were doing a show at Madison Square Gardens, and as they were going into Champions Fred said, "This one's for John Bonham." The place erupted. If that's Bonzo's song, then I think Cozy should inherit We Will Rock You, because he was THE best rock drummer.

My social life has been quite hectic again. Caught up with Status Quo when they played here recently, they're always good fun to chat with, and they still put on a decent show. Next Sunday I'm gonna see Matchbox 20. Have a listen to their album, it's really good. Last night was the all new Van Halen, and thanks to my mate Nick I had one of those wonderful VIP passes hanging round my neck. I, along with the rest of the world was curious to know what Gary Cherone was going to be like. Brilliant. This has to be the best VH line up yet. The show was being filmed by MTV, so if you see it and the camera pans around to the sound desk, just look for the best looking guy in the building and that'll be me, standing next to him.

Anyway, back to VH. They are still a great rock band, a great live act and great musicians, and I still hate drum solo's. But back to Mr Cherone. We all know what he did at the Tribute, and we all know he's a huge Queen fan, and he's the closest singer to Freddie I've ever seen. His outfit, black satin shirt and flared black satin pants. I seem to remember FM wearing that around 75/76. His mic stand is the FM 'wand', except it's a lot longer. His movements are very theatrical, and dare I say camp at times, with lots of twists and turns, very Freddie. Don't get me wrong here, I'm not knocking him at all, he is an amazing showman and doesn't stop all night, even jumping into the crowd and running up the steps to the top of the arena, and then tumbling down like a stuntman. It's good rock 'n roll, so try and check them out, I don't think you'll regret it. (I've become concert reviewer all of a sudden) At times he even sounds like another singer, but I won't keep on, I'll leave it to somebody else. On the rock station, Triple M, one of the jocks this afternoon said, "He's been watching to many videos of our dear departed friend Freddie Mercury. His movements were exactly like his."

The first time I ever saw Van Halen was at a place called the Circus Krona(!) in good old Munich. I went along to see them with the curly one, and when we got there I had to instantly phone the studio and try and get Rog to come along because it was the biggest PA system I had ever seen in a place that size. When they started the intro tape it was so loud I thought my chest was gonna cave in, the bass just pinned you to your seat. Needless to say Brian was like a pig in shit. Before I tell you my little Queen story, I have to tell you about what I consider to be the best onstage patter I think I've ever heard. David Lee Roth was talking to the crowd between numbers and somebody in the crowd chucked a paper cup or something at him, he stopped talking, looked round in the general direction and said, "Hey man, you can throw what you like at me. Because tonight I'm going to f**k your chick." 20,000 people loved it, and so did I cause I still remember him saying it.

OK. We were touring the States, probably around 81/82, and we were flying to Portland. The band entourage were traveling on a wonderful private plane, and as the crew would have been in the bus for about 24 hrs we took as many as we could with us. The date was Sept.1, I remember because thats my birthday, and when we boarded the plane there was a huge cake with 'Happy Birthday Crystal' on it, and even more booze than we normally had. (Somebody must have expected something) One of the nice things about private planes is that you can make detours and the pilot flew around Mt St Helens a few times so we could see right into the crater, and it was still steaming, an amazing sight. Back to my birthday and a few of us needed some privacy, so Jim 'Mary' Devenney, Jimmy ' Idiot Boy' Barnett, Peter 'Feebie' Freestone, Roger '*******' Taylor and myself stocked up with a couple of drinks and retired to the Master Bedroom for a discussion on world politics. When the plane landed we were still a few thousand feet up in the air, legless is the best way to describe us. Hey, it was my birthday after all. We fell into the limo's and headed to the hotel, and the crew went on to theirs.

On arrival I found out that Van Halen were staying there, and they were playing that night, so I secured a few million passes and went looking for somebody to go partying with. After all it was 4pm and if I went to sleep I'd wake up feeling awful so I had to continue. RT said he was gonna crash, but Feebie and Terry were ready to go, so we said we would go to the first bar we came to. As it turned out it was a topless joint, and needless to say I was shocked and stunned, but a deals a deal. We were drinking shots of peppermint schnapps with vodka and orange chasers, very intelligent. At about 8pm we all shot off to watch VH, and they were great. After the show both bands arrange to meet in the bar at the hotel, but the bar is one of those stupid ones in the middle of the lobby. So there we are, the four Queenies, Feebie, Wally, Tunbrige, Terry and me, and the four Van Halens, all sitting around having a slurp, and VH's minders running around like headless chickens in the CIA. Outside the main doors were hundreds of fans, with a VH gorilla keeping them out, even to the point of stopping Ratty coming in. I had to argue with this moron to let one of our crew in, and he said, "If he goes anywhere near David or Eddie I'll throw him out." I could only answer with that wonderful two worded phrase starting and ending in F. Because it was like being in a fish bowl we decided to leave the bar, and everyone wandered off to various rooms to continue, the biggest bash being in Rogers suite.

At some unknown hour whilst I'm having a very pleasant conversation with a charming lady who called herself 'Naughty Nancy,' Jobby says to me, "I've been looking for you, Tunbridge wants you to call him now, it's urgent, Brians had an accident." Jobby was very drunk and I didn't know if he was serious or joking, so I phoned Tunbridges room and there was no reply. What do I do now? If Brians asleep and I wake him I'm in trouble, and if he has hurt himself and I don't call I'm still in trouble. What do I care? I'm drunk and fearless, so I phone and Tunbridge asks me to get there asap.

When I go in, Brians lying on the bed on his side, with the waste paper bin close at hand, and Tunbrige is grinning and mopping his brow with a damp cloth. Brian was mumbling stuff like "Don't let me die." (I'm sure most of us have been there at sometime or another) I probably shouldn't say this, but I had to grin, I thought it highly amusing. I got an explanation and told Tunbridge not to let him sleep on his back, and call me if there were anymore problems. I then returned to NN.

It turned out that when we all left the bar, Brian had gone to Eddie's room where they consumed huge quantities of Jack Daniels, and Brian not being a bourbon drinker, went to the toilet to worship the porcelain god, and threw up with such gusto he hit his head on the cistern, split his head open and nearly knocked himself out. The following night we played the same place VH did, and Mr May with band aid on head, played a blinder. A couple of years later, in the Rainbow in LA, I met Alex Van Halens estranged wife, and that, as they say, is another story all together.

Crystal

[baepsaesbae]

Domestic Bliss: Min Yoongi

Pairing— Min Yoongi x reader  

Genre— Fluff, domestic au

Warnings— mentions of blood (it’s period blood)

Word Count— 954

Summary— Yoongi’s tough guy façade always melts away when he’s with you. This is especially true whenever you’re ill as Yoongi tenderly takes care of you.

A/N—  Hello! May I offer you some soft domestic Yoongi in these trying times? Hope you enjoy! 

Yoongi is very much the embodiment of ‘looks like he can kill you but is an actual cinnamon roll’.

Despite his hardworking nature, he’d drop everything in a heartbeat if you were in trouble.

For example, one day you both went out for a museum date and ice cream. The date was delightful and nothing was out of the ordinary. However, you came down with a sudden fever as soon as you both returned home.

Your fever worsened drastically, creeping its way up to 104 degrees Fahrenheit (40 degrees Celsius). Yoongi was distraught.

Despite wrapping you up in multiple blankets, you couldn’t stop shivering. Yoongi checked up on you as you retreated under the covers only to see steam rise as soon as he uncovered you.

Yoongi gave you medicine and made sure you were hydrating yourself; he refused to leave your side. He managed to curb your fever and watched over you until you dozed off.

That night you had planned to cook soup together, but the idea was thrown out the window for obvious reasons. After making sure your fever was under control, Yoongi scurried off to the kitchen. 

Yoongi woke you up after he finished making the soup with a bowl in hand. He sat you up in bed and attempted to spoon feed you.

“I’m not hungry,” You denied.

“You need to eat. How will your body defend itself? On an empty stomach? I think not,” Yoongi replied, waving a spoonful of food in front of you, “C’mon, say ahhhh.”

“Ahhhhh,” You caved in. How could you refuse such a sweet gesture?

He slowly spoon fed you the rest of the bowl. Tucking you back into a comfortable position, he played with your hair until you fell back asleep.

You woke up completely fine the next morning, minus a small lingering headache. Yoongi was ecstatic with your speedy recovery but was extra gentle with you for the remainder of the day.

That was just one of the many examples of Yoongi’s soft side that he reserves just for you.

Yoongi’s kindhearted nature truly shone after a particularly horrifying incident.

You were spending the night at Yoongi’s place while you were on your period. An abrupt warm gushing feeling jolted you awake and immediately that made your heart sink. You were so startled that you actually fell out of the bed in an attempt to prevent bleeding on Yoongi’s bed.

Your attempt to dodge disaster was futile and actually made it worse. Along with the huge puddle of blood in the middle of the bed, a smeared streak of red traced your every move as you toppled off the side. 

“Mmm...” Yoongi groggily groaned at the commotion.

“Don’t get up! I-I’ll clean everything up! I’m so sorry!” You said in a panic before running into the bathroom.

‘This is so embarrassing, how could I ever face him again?’ you thought. Tears streamed down your face as you cleaned yourself up in the bathroom.

You returned to the bed to assess the mess. It looked like a brutal murder had just occurred with the way blood was splattered across the bed and the floor (from where you landed hard on your ass earlier).

Yoongi was now sitting upright with a shocked look on his face as he too surveyed the crime scene.

“Baby are you okay?!” He asked when he saw your tear stained face.

“I’m fine. God, I’m so sorry Yoongi. I need to wash these sheets ASAP,” You tugged off the sheets from the bed.

“Do you need help?” He got off the bed to help you.

“No, this is my fault. You go back to sleep,” You sniffled as you dragged the sheets into the bathroom.

Yoongi tried to follow you in, but you locked the door.

“I can hear you crying. It’s okay, let me help you,” he pleaded on the other side of the door.

“No, that’s just the tub running,” You lied as you frantically scrubbed off as much blood as you could.

“Ok yes, I hear the tub running. But I also hear you crying. It’s truly okay sweetheart, I’m not mad,” he tried to calm you down.

You finally unlocked the door with the sheets in your arms.

“We need to put these in the washer now,” You said quietly as you cradled the sheets.

You both sat on his bed in silence as the sheets were being washed.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi broke the silence.

“Physically? Yeah. Emotionally? No, I’m so embarrassed,” You hid your face from Yoongi.

“Hey c’mere,” Yoongi pulled you into a tight embrace, “It’s really okay, ___. I promise. Accidents happen. I still love you silly,” he kissed your forehead.

“You don’t think I’m gross?” your question was muffled since your face was still smushed into Yoongi’s chest.

“Of course not,” he laughed, “Either you get your period or we have a child. I’d rather not have a kid right now, and I know you don’t want one either.”

“Excellent point,” you started to cheer up,

“I’ve never bled so badly onto a bed like that before. I’m so sorry,” you apologized again

“This’ll be a funny story to tell someday,” Yoongi rubbed your back.

“Who are we gonna tell? What are we gonna say? ‘Haha funny story, one day ___ accidentally bled all over my bed so much that I thought she died.’” You mocked.

“You left out the part where you fell off the bed,” Yoongi smiled.

“Shut up, my butt still hurts,” you pouted.

“Okay you big baby, let’s go eat something. I don’t think I can go back to sleep even if I wanted to,” Yoongi took you by the hand and kissed your forehead.

Published March 8, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2021 Baepsaesbae.

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David’s girl want to see his goofy side so she keeps hitting him with her pillow and stuffed animals- can go anyway you want💖 Also if you are up could you do this as head cannon for all the boys (?)

this is the cutest!! ok so i’m gonna do kinda like a blurb for each boy if that makes sense?? you’ll see what i mean haha,, i hope you like it!! :) - 🧚🏻

David

It had only been a few months since the boys moved you into the cave. You had nowhere else to go and the boys didn’t need to be told twice about your predicament before they were already offering you a spot to stay with them. David had taken it upon himself to move all of your belongings from your old house to your nest at the cage before your parents - who had kicked you out after you dropped out of school - could get the chance to throw it all away.

The boys did their best to make sure you were as comfortable as possible at the cave, getting Max to find a way to hook up running water in the cave and even buying a never-ending supply of batteries to run a mini fridge on so you could keep drinks and snacks in your nest. Over the first few weeks of spending every waking moment together, you and David began to become significantly closer than you were with the others. A few innocent kisses were shared here and there before you all went to sleep or when the group split up to do different things at the boardwalk.

You began to like him quite a lot and you couldn’t help but stay up into the early mornings after they fell asleep thinking about if he actually felt the same for you, or if he was just playing around with your feelings. One night you had woken up with a horrible cramp taking over your entire abdomen. You chose to stay back at the cave for the night and hopefully stuff yourself till you couldn’t feel it anymore or sleep off all the pain. The boys understand, Star having already explained to them why some nights a month she didn’t feel like running after Laddie on the boardwalk. They didn’t pester you much about it and left soon after you broke the news to them.

Not even two hours later, David came back early without the boys in tow. There was a plastic bag of goodies from the convenience store down the block from the beach in his hand and he placed it gently by your side without a word. You tried to read any emotion on his face but failed miserably as his expression stayed completely neutral.

“What’s all this?” You mumbled with a large smile pulling at your lips as you sat up slightly to look through the contents of the bag.

He shrugged halfheartedly, moving to push some of your blankets aside so he could sit at the edge of your nest and watch your reaction to what he had gotten. “Just some stuff Star said would help. Thought maybe you needed something to cheer you up.”

You glanced up at him with the biggest smile on your face and for a moment, you could have sworn that you saw his eyes soften as they gazed into yours. The bag was filled with different kinds of candies, and even some small pieces of jewelry like a couple of rings and a necklace he must have slipped from one of the small stands. “Thank you so much, this means a lot.” You giggled, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. His lip quirked up the tiniest bit and you moved back to sit up completely with two or three pillows supporting your back.

“You know... there is one more thing that could make me feel better.” You grinned sneakily at the blond vampire.

He quirked an eyebrow at you and rolled his eyes. “What, the candy and jewelry wasn’t enough?”

You laughed at him before teasingly holding your arms out at him. “A cuddle?” That made him still for a moment as his eyes slowly raised back up from his lap to meet your own.

He scoffed as he moved to stand up and make his way towards the opening in the fabric curtains. “I don’t cuddle kitten, sorry.” You rolled your eyes dramatically, moving to place the bag of goods on the old bedstand next to your bed. You moved to grab one of the many stuffed animals stacked in the corner of the bed and in an instant you had thrown it at him. It hit him dead center in the middle of the back and he froze halfway out the exit.

He turned and looked at you, before his eyes travelled down to the floor where the stuffed horse lay. You giggled at his reaction before standing up quickly and running over to him, ignoring the pain pulsing in your abdomen. You grabbed his wrist gently and pulled him along with you, pulling him down on the bed. He scoffed before grabbing the closest stuffy - a giraffe - and whacking you across the back of the head with you.

You gasped, staring at him with mock surprise as you laughed, struggling to get out your next words. “You didn’t!”

“Oh but baby, I did.” He chuckled, blocking your next attack and tossing you over him, making you land softly in the entire pile of plushies. You kicked weakly, trying to regain your upper hand in the battle and trying to grab some kind of stuffed toy to hit him back with.

You both were laughing so hard, you didn’t even realize most of the plushies had already been accidently kicked off the mattress and onto the floor. “Okay! Okay, you win!” You cried weakly, giving up in surrender as you grabbed onto his shoulders to try and steady yourself and catch your breath.

His laughter died down slowly with yours and he just smirked down at you with a cocky triumph. You thought he was going to say something to rub in his victory, but he chose not to. “That was the most ab exercise I think I’ve done in six decades.”

You threw your head back in a loud barking laugh, pulling him down next to you to cuddle yourself into his chest. “You hang from the ceiling every night to sleep, I think that’s enough core engagement for an entire lifetime.”

“I guess you’re right.” He chuckled, chest still heaving along with yours as your heartbeat slowly calmed after the little wrestling match. “Go to sleep,” He whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple shortly. “You’ll feel much better when you wake up kitten.”

Dwayne

You and Dwayne weren’t dating - not by any means. It was common knowledge among you both that you were completely head over heels for each other, but neither of you were confident enough in that knowledge to try and make the relationship official. So, for the mean time, you both settled for what you had now. You were his, and he was yours - even if it wasn’t totally sealed into place with labels.

So, that brought you to where you were now. Movie nights were common for the both of you, but it was usually at your place since Marko and Paul couldn’t sit still long enough to watch a whole movie so every movie night at the cave usually turned into a horribly chaotic failure. However, this time it was different. Max had suggested taking Marko and Paul to a shop right out of town to snatch a few things for him. David took it upon himself to spend the night cruising around town on his bike to give you and Dwayne some alone time. He had been the one to personally suggest that you guys finally attempt to have a successful movie night at the cave.

So, the plans were set. That night you only wore some pajamas, not really finding a point in dressing up any better. You packed a few blankets and stuffed animals in your bag and ran outside to meet up with Dwayne who had taken it upon himself wait in your driveway for you to finish getting ready. “Whatcha bringing doll?” He grinned at you as you strapped your bag to the department of his bike.

“Just some extras.” You giggled shortly, climbing on behind him and wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. You arrived at the cave in no time and within the hour the couches were stacked with pillows and blankets for a makeshift fort you both had thrown together as quickly as possible. You couldn’t for the life of you remember the name of the movie you were watching, you were too busy staring at Dwayne from the other side of the couch to listen to what he was explaining about it.

He had been awkward the entire night so far. Stiffening when you wrapped your arms around him on his bike, almost tripping down the stairs when you grabbed his hand to help steady yourself while entering the cave, and even going as far as to sit on the other side of the fort when he pressed play. You glared at the side of his head, hoping he would pick up on your mood and explain himself to you - but either he didn’t notice your staring or didn’t care.

Had you said something? Was he mad at you? Annoyed that he had to stay in with you all night instead of causing trouble with his friends? You couldn’t figure it out, and instead resulted to plan B. Looking around as unsuspiciously as possible, you located the closest plushie to you and grasped it in your hand - deciding your next moves very carefully. You could either play a guilt trip - act all sad and pouty until he comes over to your side of the sofa and gives you the loving that you want - or you could chuck it at the side of his head to show him that you were angry about the distance he’s putting between the both of you. 

You decided on the latter, calculating the distance between him and you and analyzing how hard you would have to throw it to hit him where you wanted it to. Finally, you threw it as hard as you could and it whacked against his shoulder before falling to the ground below. He turned and locked eyes with you, eyebrow quirking upwards as his gaze flicked between you and the toy on the ground. There was an underlying question in his eyes as confusion filled his face. Why had you..?

“Pay attention to me asshole.” You mumbled, crossing your arms with a pout on your face.

That only made his confusion worse as his jaw dropped in exasperation. “Pay- pay attention to you? We’re watching a movie?”

You shook your head stubbornly and frowned at him. “We can watch a movie with you over here. Why’d you sit so far away?”

That made him roll his eyes as a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. “You dork!” He teased, picking up the plushie from the ground and chucking it back at you. It thumped against your forehead before landing in your lap. “All you had to do was ask me to come over.” He stood from his side of the couch and made his way over to you, moving some of the blankets and pillows to the side to make room for him to sit. You kept up with your act, crossing your arms impossibly tighter and turning your head to look away from him.

He softly laughed and with a roll of his eyes, reached out to cup your cheek and move your head to face him once more. “You wanted me over here, baby.” He teased, eyes flicking between your own and your lips.

You didn’t wait to hear what he had to say next, just leaned in to capture his lips in your own in a soft sensual kiss. You reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to you in a way you had been dreaming about for months now. When you finally pulled away for some much-needed air you giggled and nuzzled yourself into his chest. “I’m glad we finally got that situated.”

He sighed, letting a smile tug at his lips as he guided your chin back up to look you in the eyes once more. “You’re telling me.” 

Paul

The boys had skipped the boardwalk that night, going straight to the less crowded part of the beach to look for an early meal. They couldn’t quite pin-point why they had woken up that night feeling so much hungrier than usual, but it couldn’t hurt to just feed earlier than usual.

Wrong, very wrong. The beach-goers in the early night are much more sober and alert than they are later on, meaning the second the boys exposed themselves to them, they were already defending themselves much more than the vampires were used to dealing with. At one point, one of the surf nazis pulled a gun from his sleeping pack while they were drinking from the others, and the bullet lodged itself in Paul’s shoulder.

They disarmed him and killed him quickly before cleaning up the area of attack and making sure that there was no remaining evidence to point towards what had happened. Dwayne sat Paul down on one of the logs and managed to get the bullet out of the wound fairly quickly. “It hurts man.” Paul whined out, thumping his foot on the ground to a random rhythm to try and distract himself from the injury.

“Your body will heal itself in not even three hours. If it hurts to bad to chill at the boardwalk, go on over to Y/N’s, get it patched up and get some ice for it to numb it.” David explained shortly, mounting his bike as the other three followed after him.

“Yeah, I think I’ll do that. Meet you guys at the cave later?” The tall blond decided, starting his bike up and glancing at his brothers. Once they all gave him a nod, he turned his bike and drove in the opposite direction of the boardwalk. Your house wasn’t too far away from the boardwalk, you could make the walk in ten minutes tops.

You had been working on making a new comforter blanket for your bed when you heard the rhythmic knocks on your door. Three short ones and two long ones, Paul’s signature knock whenever him and the boys invited themselves over. However, you hadn’t been expecting them tonight - you guys had made plans for Friday, so it was confusing why he’d show up two nights before the designated plans.

You stood, making your way over to the door and opening it, the first thing you noticed being the glittery blood leaking down his shoulder. “Oh my god, Paul!” You cried pulling him into the house and shutting the door after him. “Do you need me to clean it or wrap it up?”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you in dismissal. “Nah doll, my body will heal it completely by tomorrow afternoon. I was just hoping to get some ice and hang out.”

Twenty minutes later, you were both sprawled across your couch. The living room was completely silent with the exception of the occasional quiet breathing. He was laid back, head against the back of the couch and holding the icepack against his wound to try and numb the pain as much as possible. You knew that he was in pain, and obviously quite upset that he let his guard down and ended up getting injured by the prey.

You didn’t like this version of Paul, and you wanted to cheer him up. What better way to do so then have a plushie war? You grabbed the one nearest you and threw it gently at him, watching as it hit his thigh. His eyes cracked open and he looked down at the offended stuffed animal with a large smile. “It’s on babydoll.” He declared, grabbing as many toys as he could to load up on amo.

“Hey!” You cried, quickly sitting up to grab the remaining ones as quickly as possible, pulling one of your couch cushions out from its spot to sit in front of you to serve as a sort of barrier between you and the vampire.

He made the first throw, throwing the two largest at your cushion and successfully knocking it off the couch. You were wheezing with laughter as you lazily threw a few at him to distract him, while also trying to pull the cushion back up to block you from any plushies. While you were distracted, he lunged at you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, lifting you into the air and spinning you both around the living room.

“Oh my god!” You cried out in between loud barks of laughter, trying to pull at his wrists to get him to drop you. “Stop I’m going to puke!”

He laughed along with you before twirling you around so your chest was pressed to his. “I win?” He teased, nuzzling his nose against your cheek with a sly giggle laced into his words.

“Yeah- yeah, you win.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his waist in shy hug and burying your face into the shoulder that wasn’t injured.

“I’m glad I came here instead of going with the guys. It’s been so long since we spent time alone, just the two of us.” He mumbled, pressing a flurry of kisses to your neck and jaw.

“Well, let’s start making it something that happens way more often.” You offered, swaying side to side with him as you both just basked in the relief of having someone you both could always trust and love.

“Yeah. That sounds nice.”

Marko

You and the blond vampire had been dating for a good four months now. The feelings had been apparent ever since you both first met at the beginning of summer. Still, you hadn’t ever really seen him let go and relax. Either he was putting up a tough front for all the people on the boardwalk, or he was pretending like he wasn’t absolutely whipped for you in front of the boys.

You didn’t want to push him to open up, though. Maybe he was just the type of person that found it difficult to even let the closest people to them inside their walls. He would fully relax around you when he knew it was time, you weren’t going to force him into it.

It was a Sunday night when he showed up at your window with some snacks and a move from Max’s shop asking if you were up to staying in for a movie night with him. Now you both laid on top of your bed covers, curled into each other as the comedy he picked out played on your tiny television. He had been tense the entire time, which confused you because he was always comfortable around you. Did he see your underwear on the floor or something? You didn’t think so, you could’ve sworn that you had put away all of your laundry.

You wanted him to have a good time with you, not feel like he had to constantly keep up some kind of persona. So, you did what only seemed reasonable. You reached out to his sides and began tickling him. Immediately a loud laugh left his lips as he tried and failed to squirm away from your fingers.

“S-Stop! What are y-you doing?” He wheezed pushing you away from him. When that didn’t work he resulted to tickling you right back. You immediately stopped your attack on him, moving backwards towards the wall your bed was pushed up against to put space between you both.

He just laughed, scooting closer to you and continuing his devious plan. You reached out for something to grab onto and your hand met one of the stuffed toys on your bed. You picked it up by the leg and started whacking him with it in an attempt to get him to forfeit. “Stop it, you psycho!” You laughed as he finally moved his hands away from your sides, instead using them to cover his head from the blows of the plushie in your hands.

“I have to stop? You started it!” He grinned back at you, grabbing your waist and pulling you over him until you were looking down at him. He smiled slyly letting his eyes flick between your eyes and your lips. You gazed back into his eyes, letting your guard down momentarily. It was enough for him however, and he quickly snatched the plushie from you and used his legs to flip you around until you were lying on your back again.

“Hey! You distracted me, that’s cheating!”  You pouted, hands against his chest so that you were ready to deflect any attacks he was getting ready to throw your way.

He chuckled, twirling your hair around his pointer finger - opting to not attack you with the plushie any further. “I was just doing what I had to do to win babe.”

“Yeah well you’re just mean.” You frowned up at him and watched as he just playfully rolled his eyes at you. 

“Yeah, whatever loser.” He mumbled before lowering himself down so you both were once again curled into each other, in the perfect spot to hold each other comfortably and see the television at the right angle.

[pixieungerstories]

Quarantine -3

It would have been nice to have something other than the word of a shadow to go on.  I stared at the ceiling.  I wished I had a cat or a dog or - hell - a pet hamster.  Some other living thing in the house.  I had no idea what Nick was but I wasn’t entirely sure he counted as a living thing.

“Humans who don’t sleep start to hallucinate,”  I muttered to myself.  Maybe if I actually got some shut eye, I would wake up and this would all be a dream.  “Fuck it.”  I got undressed and crawled under the covers.  I settled under the covers, then realized I was facing the closet, so I rolled over.  Having the door in my blind spot wasn’t necessarily better.

“Nick?”  I wasn’t really expecting an answer.  “Can you move the bed to another room?”

“I can.  I don’t want to.  I like having you where I can see you.”

I nodded.  “I’ll go sit in the kitchen until dawn.”

“Go! To! Sleep!”

I jumped then started to shake.  “Yelling at me isn’t going to help me sleep,” I muttered.

The bedroom door slammed shut.  Rattling the door knob and pulling as hard as I could didn’t make it budge.  “Please don’t do this,” I whimpered, then I screamed as something brushed my face.

The door opened suddenly enough that I unbalanced and fell on my ass, but a moment later I was running down the stairs and out the front door.  I was at the gate before I knew what I was doing.

The cops were still right there.

“You need to go back inside ma’am!” the closest one called.  After that they were all looking at me.  

I paced for a moment, uncomfortably aware how odd I was behaving.  I needed to get out of here.  I needed a smoke.  I needed to stop acting weird before they decided I had killed my neighbours.

Oh god.  I was trapped in a house with a creature that probably killed the looters.

I didn’t want to face the idea that Nick was a killer.

“Ma’am!  Go inside!”

“I saw what happened on the news,” I explained.  “It’s giving me nightmares and I’ve been stuck in that house for more than a month.  I wasn’t expecting to be quarantined in a construction site.”

“Be that as it may, you need to go back inside,” the patrolman called.

“I’m more than six feet away from you.  Can’t I just stay out here near some other people and the street lights? Please?”

“You aren’t exactly dressed for the weather,” he pointed out.  

I crossed my arms over my chest as I realized I was standing on my lawn in my night dress.  I should go in and at least get my robe.  It was in the room with Nick’s closet.

I thought about just confessing to something so that I could go with them.  Prison wouldn’t have Nick.  Maybe I just needed a hospital.  No.  That was a death sentence these days.

He was driving me off.  He had flat out told me that he was good at that.

“Are you alright, ma’am?”

“No!” I snapped.  “I’m scared.”

He gave me a pitying look but still insisted, “You need to go inside now.  You will be safe in your house.”

I snorted, and swatted at the bugs that had found me.

“Go inside,” he said gently.  “The last thing you need is to catch something from the mosquitos.”

I nodded slowly and headed back in to sit in the kitchen.  Maybe he would let me make a pot of coffee.  When I got inside the lights in the kitchen was on and the bed was set up on the main floor.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“You’re welcome.  This is temporary.  You will sleep upstairs when the walls are repaired.

The next morning I got a phone call ordering me out into the garden as a forklift delivered a load of drywall.  It was left in the middle of the floor next to my bed.  I looked at it.   Nick’s voice was too close to my ear, “Someone will come hang in tomorrow.”

“How did you pay for this?”

“You have an excellent credit rating and you aren’t spending much of your money.”

“Great.  Did they say how long it would take?”

There was no answer to that.

“I guess drywallers wear masks all the time anyway,”  I mused.   “At least there will be some other people around.”

“Yes.”

I didn’t have walls the next day.  In fact things were worse as the last of the lath and plaster was taken down.  They found hundreds of razor blades in the wall in the bathroom.  The construction guys assured me that it was normal to find all kinds of weird things in the walls of old houses, but they still looked uncomfortable that it was razor blades and that some of them were more bloody than you would expect from a mere shaving accident.  I spent the night picking them up with tweezers and dropping them into a jar for safe disposal.  Nick didn’t say a word and the lights stayed on that night.

One half the team turned up the next day.  No one commented on why that was.

I ordered a hammock and a grill for the backyard.  I got the hammock but someone had changed the grill to a chiminea when I wasn’t looking.  It was nice, but I couldn’t cook on it.  My order had also been edited to include a bunch of bug repellant candles and some sunscreen.  I tried to figure out if that was something a shadow creature would actually do or was this another sign that I was losing my mind.

Either way, I worked on the concrete table out back at the very limit of the wifi during the day and concentrated on fixing up the yard after official work hours.

One of the drywallers sold me a patio umbrella.

I also got the lecture that just because the walls were up didn’t mean that it was safe to use the shower.  

“You still have to get a membrane installed and your tiles up and sealed,” the guy explained.

I nodded, “You don’t happen to know a tile guy that is still working?”

He frowned, “I’ll ask around.  Do you have tiles yet?”

“No,” I admitted.

“That might be the hard part.  You can still find a few guys willing to come out, but all the factories are shut down.”

“Shit.”

He gave me a look of sympathy.  “Yeah.  There are stories of people doing penny walls or using their grandma’s china to tile just so they have a working bathroom.”

“I don’t have either of those things,” I said sadly.

He nodded, “I’ll ask around.  It isn’t a big project and people might have some leftovers.”

Given how protective Nick was of the house I should have expected his warning.    I was still unimpressed to see “no ugly tile” written on the drywall in the morning.  Still, he could have used the last of my lipstick and instead had found a pencil somewhere.  I tried to ignore it as I brushed my teeth.  I didn’t even have a mirror over the sink.  Grumbling around the toothbrush I realized, “Fuck.  I’m the only person who could buy a haunted house where the ghost had been watching too much HGTV.”

That earned me a creepy house shaking laugh and proof that he hadn’t just left.

“It’s your fault,” he purred in my ear.  “You are the one who fell asleep all those nights with decorating shows playing on repeat on your computer.”

I sighed. “Yeah, it was,” I agreed sadly.  “If I hadn’t would you be haunting me right now?”

“If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have seen the value in what you are doing and I wouldn’t have spent a week keeping you alive when you got sick.  Perhaps you would have been haunting me.”

I frowned, “I wasn’t sick for a week!  It was only a couple of days!”

“You should check your calendar.  It was a couple of days of you being sick and a week of me forcing you to breathe.”

“There is no way I lost a week without noticing!”

He didn’t say anything.  When I checked my calendar there were nearly two weeks missing.  I told myself it didn’t mean anything.  Nick used my computer, he could have just deleted the information.  I could just call work or Penny or someone and ask how long I was away for.

I kind of didn’t want to.  What if he was telling the truth?

I took my coffee and toast and ate breakfast outside, once again wishing for a cigarette.  Nick had never left the house, as far as I knew, and I didn’t want to talk to him just then.  This was ridiculous!  Shadow monsters didn’t … do that!  They didn’t … exist.  I was just …  this wasn’t happening!

I was out of coffee and the coldness of the concrete bench was soaking through my night shirt and into my ass.  I had left the folded towel I used as a cushion inside overnight so it wouldn’t get damp.  Now I was cold and damp instead.  Fuck.

When I made it back to the kitchen, my laptop was open and had apparently been searching for bathroom tiles.  ‘Fine.  Whatever.  Pick something nice that I can afford.”

I don’t know what I was expecting him to do, but contacting a local stained glass artist wasn’t it.  I really wasn’t expecting her to check if it was OK if my boyfriend picked out the design since it was my credit card that was paying for it.

I was afraid to ask, but I had to know, “What did he pick?”

Nancy cleared her throat, “Well, originally he wanted a reproduction of a stained glass window from Maison Schott in France.  But when we talked about how complicated it would be for a tiler to install that, he settled on a simpler rose on trellis pattern.”

  I set down the phone to close my eyes and scrub my face.  “Do you like what he picked out?”  She seemed a little taken aback by the question.  “Yes?  It’s a little modern for your age of house, but it’s a nice piece and will be easy to install.  It mostly uses different textured white glass, so it would be in keeping with a white bathroom. I can have it ready next week.  I’m not exactly over run with work right now.”  She paused before she added, “I’ll send you some sketches and if there is anything you need changed, just let me know.  I could really use the income, to be honest.”

“Yeah.  I understand that.  I guess I’m just doing my part to keep the economy running.”

“I really appreciate that.   The whole ‘buy local’ movement ended when we weren’t allowed to leave our houses,”  Nancy pointed out.

“Ok.  Send me the sketches and the quote and I’ll get back to you in the next couple of days.”

I lay in bed that night and looked at the newly drywalled dining room ceiling.  “What are you doing, Nick?”

“Making a home for you,” he whispered.

“Can I even afford this?  You don’t have a secret money vault hidden in the walls with the razor blades, do you?”

There was a long moment of silence, then he whispered, “You could sell the wine instead of drinking it.”

I froze.  “Just because it’s old doesn’t mean that it’s valuable,” I pointed out.

Something caressed my calf as he purred his reply, “But it is.”

I closed my eyes and let my body melt into the mattress.   My breath caught in my throat as the touch moved up my leg.  As soon as I made the noise, the contact vanished.  I groaned.

“What are you doing?”

“Breaking the rules,” he grumbled from across the room.

I needed to know, “Why were there razor blades in the walls?”

“There was a slot in the back of the medicine cabinet for used razor blades to be dropped between the wall boards so that they were safe and wouldn’t hurt anyone in the trash.  That was perfectly normal at one point in history,” he explained.

I considered this, “Why were there bloody razor blades in the walls?”

He didn’t answer that one.  “Why haven’t you used your little toy since I cleaned it for you?”

Now it was my turn to be silent.

“You liked that toy,” he prompted.  “I liked watching you enjoy yourself.  Good for everyone.”

“That’s really creepy.  Can’t you just watch porn like a normal person?”

“Porn isn’t as satisfying,” he replied.  Then he added, “For either of us.  And I am not a normal person.”

“I noticed.”

“Would we have fucked by now if I was?”  he just sounded curious.  The vocal leer from a moment ago was gone.

“I would have had you arrested by now if you were.”

The low chuckle rumbled through the house at that.  I closed my eyes and he stroked my face.  “Let me watch,” he purred.  “I can feel how badly you want.”

That made my eyes snap open.  “What?”

“I can taste your fear, but also your pleasure.  I enjoyed watching you cum in a way that humans can not understand.  And I am very aware of your frustration.”

“What happens to my soul if a shadow … creature watches me play with myself?”

“It gets to live in a house with a happier guardian?” he suggested.

“A guardian?  Is that what you are?”

“Guardian sounds better than monster or eldritch god but that’s just semantics.”

“I’m pretty sure there is a difference,” I pointed out.

“Perhaps the difference is what I’m doing at the time.  And right now, I am guarding this house, taking care of you and hoping you will take care of yourself.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” I joked.   “I’m too damn tired!”  I thought for a moment, “I need more rules, Nick.”

“Like what?” he asked in a breathy hissing rasp that sounded pretty much like how I imagined a death rattle would sound.

“Well, there’s that,” I pointed out.  “Now I’m scared and I can’t see you so this is going to be another night of sitting up until I fall down.”

“You need to rest,” he murmured in a more normal voice for him.   It wasn’t human sounding, but it wasn’t deliberately scary.

I had already set up and was fumbling for a light switch. I shrieked when he caught my hand.  “Ugh! Look, either I get to sleep or you get to scare me, but you have to pick one.  And I can’t see when you are going to touch me, so it’s scary every time.  That’s why I asked you not to.  But if you can’t do that, can you at least tell me when it’s coming?”

“Would that really make it better if you knew I was going to lick my way up your back?”

“It would if I knew you would listen when I tell you not to.  This is about trust, Nick.  I don’t trust you.  I am already very aware of how vulnerable I am here.  You could easily lock me in the basement and wait for me to starve to death.  You could smother me with my pillow.  Hell, you could slice open an artery and hide the razor blade in the walls.”  I stopped abruptly, wondering if I was just giving him ideas.  “I can’t stop you and I can’t leave and I can’t trust you not to lock me in the bedroom because you think that will help me sleep.”  He let go of my hand.  I turned on the light and looked around the empty house.  “My head hurts and I don’t want to be afraid any more.”

“I have never done anything to hurt you, but I can see how I have done things that are frightening.”  It sounded like a whisper on the very edge of hearing.  “Turn out the light, lay down and I will rub your back until you can sleep.  I will do my very best not to be scary.”

I turned on my laptop as a source of light and sound before I turned off the light switch.  “I can’t believe I am saying this, but if you want this to be less scary for me, find me a nightlight.  I haven’t needed one since I was ten, but, congratulations, I do now.”

I felt the bed dip.  It didn’t always do that.  “I’m going to rub your back now,” he whispered. “You can tell me to stop.”

“Ok,” I acknowledge.

It wasn’t a massage; it was more like a person petting a cat.  He started at the top of my head and stroked back to my waist, then stopped and started again.  It was vaguely soothing and I was really exhausted by then.  At some point in the night I woke to see a huge black shape hunched over my keyboard.

In the morning I had emails confirming my order of six cartoon animal night lights from IKEA and one from an auction house saying they would be happy to broker the sale of my wine and that they would send an expert to confirm its authenticity.  

I wondered how you forge wine.

[klaus-is-the-real-number-1]

If your taking requests for hc or so I would love a five x reader thing where the reader has the power to control people's dreams/cause hallucinations. And five has been getting a lot of apocolyps nightmares and either he goes to the reader for help or they offer it to him. And I'd imagine it being kinda fluffy and angsty at the same time and just ughhh!!! I've had this idea for so long but I can't do the writing thing and I recuire this to be a thing in my life

omg this is such an interesting idea i really rate it,, ive uh kinda got a bit carried away and changed like a few minor things but i hope this is ok and similar to what you had in mind!

I’m not sure how but we’re gonna read it as the reader and Five being the same age, either she’s from an AU or dabbled in time travel also idk-

I got a bit carried away:

The reader has the power for mental/visual manipulation

but the consiquences of dream ‘stealing’ means that the reader has to live out these dreams but it means the person who is having the original dream doesn’t have to go through it

because of this you tend to be more of a night owl because when you sleep you accidentally fall into others dreams (or nightmares)

one night you’re up late in the academy, nothing unusual but you accidentally drift off after a long day and fall into Fives nightmare of the apocalypse

and as a result has to witness seeing the siblings dead and feel what Five went through, unable to leave until Fives nightmare ends

The next morning Five comes downstairs all cheerful and is like “I had the best sleep last night”

when you see how happy five is you start to do it more often and slowly see Five mentally get better but you get mentally worse

eg more jumpy, cautious around certain buildings that always appear in the nightmare, tired and snappy

then Five catches on

and he’s angry

he’s angry that you’d do this and angry at himself for not noticing sooner

“you didn’t even ask, it’s not okay.”

“the first time was an accident but then i saw how happy you were the next day...”

“How much did you see?”

“...Everything”

sadness would fill his eyes as he takes a seat opposite you and you’d just sit in silence, before bursting into a rant of thanking you while telling you that you can’t do it anymore

but then he’d just launch at you and hug you

just like his life depended on it

you’d insist that you don’t mind

and that it helps you develop your powers

so you come up with a middle ground that you’ll help each other, he’ll help develop your powers while you help with his trauma

you both think it’d be better if you slept in his room

you’d sleep on a chair or a spare mattress you moved into his room on the floor

but he wouldn’t have nightmares on the first night

or the night after and the night after that

after a full week he hadnt had a single nightmare

after a week or two you were sat on his bed with him one night but fell asleep and rather than wake you up he’d fall asleep next to you

then it hits him

having someone to fall asleep with after 50+ years alone helped with his sleep

but he wouldn’t say anything, he didn’t want to admit how much he actually enjoyed falling asleep with someone else

after that night you just started sleeping on his bed with him

queue lots of cuddling, not that you’d admit it to his siblings

and it helped him get better but not in the way you thought you would

but it didn’t matter because he was happy and sleeping better

you were both happy

[unnuevosoltransformalarealidad]

Concerned

Title: Concerned Summary: Your dad got scared when you collapsed in his arms. As a concerned father, he took you to the Emergency to be sure you were alright. Pairing: Andy Barber x Daughter Reader Prompts: #12 “It’s 4 in the morning, what do you want?” // #14 “You’re scaring me. Please, just calm down.” // Gif #7 > Concerned Andy Warnings: Sick reader, pneumonia (symptoms information are from Google), Fluff Word Count: 1142 This was written for the @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​ ‘s 500 Followers Challenge. A/N: I’m not an expert on medicine, all the information used regardless of the illness was gathered from Google. This is my first time writing an Andy Barber fic. I haven’t had the chance to watch the show yet. So please, excuse me if this doesn’t match the character of the show.

^

You got back from school and found your house empty like always. Since your mom and brother’s accident, it’s been you and your dad, Andy.  This past month has been really stressful, between helping your dad to cope with everything he’s been through, school, finals, keeping your grades up, it was a lot to deal with. You started to feel bad,  your body was aching and you had a throat sore, but you never mentioned it. You couldn’t burden your dad with this, besides it wasn't that serious. You ended up with a cold, you ignored it and kept with your busy schedule; that according to it,  you must sit for at least two final exams by the end of the month, and still, you weren't able to finish your flashcards. Last night, you gave yourself a hot bath because your body was too exhausted and achy. You were finishing getting your stuff ready to work in bed, you just wanted to lay in there forever. Your dad knocked on the door once and opened it

-Sorry, sweetheart — he mumbled — dinner is ready -I’m not hungry, but thanks — you said -You have an exam, now? -Nah, I’ve got an assignment to finish, it’s due soon -Good. I’ll bring you dinner instead — your dad insisted

He got back with a tray with the food and left it at the end of the bed. You decided to finish the assignment first before eating dinner. Once everything was done and the dinner was eaten, you went back to bed to get some well-deserved sleep. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to rest enough because you had to rush to your bathroom to empty your stomach. The stress was taking all out of you. Once you were sure your stomach was empty, you stayed on the bathroom floor, the cold tiles were calming in a way the strong headache you had and brought some relief to your hot skin as well. You noticed that it was hard to breathe while laying on the floor, so you got up and went back to bed to try to get some sleep.

A coughing fit woke you up in the middle of the night, you tried to call your dad but it was really difficult. You weren’t able to breathe properly, your chest was tight and you were in pain every time you tried to take a deep breath. Your body was really hot, you were hot. The clothes you were wearing were stuck to your body, you were drenched in sweat. You needed a shower. You tried to get up but your legs gave out and you landed on your knees. You got scared when you heard the wheezing coming from your lungs. You needed your dad. With all the strength you had left, you stood up from the floor and went to your dad’s bedroom forgetting the shower you planned to take. You didn’t check what time it was, he was probably fast asleep; you knocked on his door a few times and waited. You were lightheaded, everything was spinning and still, you weren’t able to take a deep breath since you've thrown up early that night. You didn’t notice when your dad opened his door -Sweetheart, it’s 4 in the morning, what do you want? You collapsed right in front of him. The wheezing in your lungs was harder, it was so much easier to hear it, you couldn’t breathe, everything was blurry and you were burning up. -Honey, what is it? Talk to me — he told you moving the hair that was stuck in your forehead You couldn’t say anything, you were struggling to catch your breath. He noticed your lips were changing the color and we're getting purple -You’re scaring me. Please, just calm down — he told you scared Your dad noticed that you were burning up, he had to do something. He grabbed a fuzzy blanket, he put it around your shoulders. Grabbing his cellphone and the keys, he took you to the ER, your lips were turning blue by this point. The trip to the hospital was stressful for your dad, he didn’t know what was going on, the last time he checked on you, you were fine. -Why you didn’t say anything, hun? — he murmured to you

Fifteen minutes later, your dad was parking the car in the ER’s parking lot. They admitted you immediately, and half an hour later, you were resting in your room with your dad next to you. After too many tests and oxygen treatments, the doctor came and informed your dad that you had pneumonia. The doctor explained that they were going to administer you antibiotics and that you needed the oxygen mask for now. As well, the doctor stated that if your body had a good reaction to the antibiotics, you were going to be able to go back home in a few hours and make a full recovery, but right now there was a slight chance that you could get worse because your fever was still high.

The sun was entering through the window when you woke up, your dad was sitting next to you with his hand on top of yours. You didn’t remember much of what happened. You squeezed your dad’s hand to get his attention.

-Hey — your dad greeted you — how are you feeling? -I’m tired and I want to go back home — you admitted -I know, sweetheart, but we have to stay here for a little while — he told you and a tear fell down your cheek You hated being sick, it made you too emotional. Your dad sat on the bed next to you. -Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling ok? -I thought it was a cold, but I guess I was wrong — you said -Well, don’t worry sweetie, you’re going to be fine. Doctor said you’re going to make a full recovery. — he said and kissed your forehead -I’m sorry, dad — you said -There’s no need to apologize, sweety — he told you and hugged you

A few hours later, the doctor decided it was ok to send you back home because your fever got low and your oxygen levels were fine. Your dad stayed with you all the time in case your fever or another symptom showed up again. He made sure you were relaxed and rested as much as you can. He called your school notifying that you were going to be absent and he called to his studio as well saying that his little girl needed his dad. 

Sometimes you hated your dad because you almost didn’t see him, but he was with you when you needed the most. He made sure to be with his little girl.

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Part 4 of The Mountain Giants AU

It had been a few days and Tommy still didn’t like this deal. But it was better then freezing outside. They all kept to the blanket to scare to move around the house. Even though Phil had said they had free roam of the house. They only talked when one of the giants wasn’t in the room.

Tubbo wished they could talk with the giants. But Tommy was being stubborn as always. He said it was for the best. And he was getting board with having to stay in the nest all the time. So that’s how he got here. He snuck out while Ranboo and Tommy were sleeping. He crept down the large hallway looking up at the tall doors. He had never seen something like this before. It was really cool without the giants making things scary. He was going to head back when a door opened. He looked and saw Teckno walked out of his room. He froze not knowing what to do.

Techno woke up to get something to drink. He walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He was about to put his foot down when he heard a tiny yell. He froze not moving. He looked down moving his foot away seeing one of the humans on the floor. He sighed bending down to see them. They where trembling looking up at him fearfully. “Um.. I didn’t see you there.”

Tubbo looked up at Techno shaking. Was he going to be upset with him for being out? Was he going to be hurt? He was almost stepped on! Phil said it was ok to look around. But what if Techno was upset with him?

Techno frowned seeing how scared Tubbo was. “It ok. You’re fine. Right? Are you hurt?” He asked. He didn’t want to hurt one of the little things. Even accidentally. He was glad he didn’t put his foot down the rest of the way.

Tubbo shook his head. “N-no I’m ok.” He didn’t sound upset so that was good. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself down.

“You shouldn’t be walking around like this. Accidents could happen.” He was surprised to see him up and about. He hadn’t seen any of them out of the blanket. He hadn’t even gotten them to talk to him.

“Yeah... I know.” He nodded. He had finally gotten his breathing under control. He hoped Tommy wouldn’t find out about this he would flip.

Techno still needed to get his water. But didn’t want to have to keep an eye on Turbbo the whole time. He set down his hand next to Tubbo. “I’ll take you back to the others.” He said softly.

He flinched away as he saw a giant hand coming near him. He looked up at Techno then back at his hand. He didn’t really want to be on the floor anymore. Not after being nearly stepped on. But he wasn’t sure about being held. He took a deep breath cautiously stepped on to Techno’s hand. To set down in the middle on the giant hand. It was nerve wracking to sit in a giant hand.

Once Turbbo was situated he slowly lifted his hand up. He gently cupped his hand around Tubbo. He smiled softly as Turbbo grabbed on to his finger as he stood up. “I gotcha.” He said as he walked to the kitchen.

Tubbo was surprised by how comfortable this was. He wasn’t grabbed in a fist like he was though he was going to be. He was just cupped carefully to Techno’s chest. And it was warm. He couldn’t get over how warm Techno was. He sighed softly leaning back. He sudden warmth was making him sleepy.

Techno was glad Tubbo seemed comfortable in his hand. He had never held a human before. It was strange to be able to hold a whole life in his hands. He adjusted his hands so he could get his water. He now had Tubbo curled up in one hand against his chest.

Tubbo happily snuggling into Techno’s hold. He was being so gentle with him. He wasn’t scared at all. He closed his eyes sleepily. It wouldn’t hurt to just close them for a minute. Right? Soon he fell asleep content to cuddle with Techno’s hand.

He froze as he felt Tubbo fall more limp in his hand. He looked down and saw he was asleep. He smiled softly surprised he was comfortable enough to fall asleep with him. He got his water and walked back to his room. He didn’t want to wake the human up now.

He set down in his bed keeping the small human close. What was he supposed to do with him now? He hadn’t expected him to fall asleep? He sighed softly not wanting to wake him. He must have been exhausted to fall asleep with him. He sighed leaning back in bed. He watched Tubbo as he slept and soon fell asleep himself.

The next morning Phil went to go wake Techno for breakfast only to see him curled up with Tubbo in his hands. He smiled softly seeing how peaceful they both looked. The moment was ruined though by Tommy screaming at Willbur in the other room to give Tuboo back.

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That’s all for this one! I accidentally deleted this so I had to rewrite it so hopefully this is as good as the first one. To clear up a little thing- Tommy doesn’t trust any of the giants at all. Tubbo doesn’t trust them completely but doesn’t think they are going to harm any of them. Ranboo think the giants see them as pets something fun to look after during the winter he just hopes Phil will keep his end of the deal. The next few chapters are going to be the humans and the giants leaning more about each other bonding and learning to trust each other.