#rogers waters fanfiction

[rogeriswater]

Don't Leave Me Now

xxxii

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: just a sad chapter, some special guest appearances ;)

February, 1969

~m.r~

I was all packed up for our family trip to Scotland. We have a farm there that was handed down to us from our grandparents on our father's side. He grew up on that farm so it was very dear to us. "Billy, are you all packed and ready to go? Lee will be here to pick us up any moment" I said.

"I've got everything, my love" Billy said. The honk coming from outside, indicating Lee was here to pick us up. "Seems your brother is here for us"

"You go out to the car. I have a call to make" I said. Billy nodded and gave me a quick kiss before he made his way outside with both of our bags. I needed to give Roger a call before we left. I picked up the phone and dialed his number. It only rang once before there was an answer.

"Hello?" He spoke.

"Rog!"

"Sunshine! I thought you were leaving for Scotland" He asked.

"I wanted to call you before I left"

"So, three weeks huh? Don't know how I'm gonna go that long without seeing you, darling"

"I'll be home before you know it, my love" I promised him. "And I'll make sure to call you every night, okay?"

"I'm gonna be holding you up to that promise" I could hear Roger's smirk.

"Maybe I'll take you to the farm one day. My dad grew up there, so it's a very special place for me"

"I would love that"

"I wish I could stay on the phone with you, but I have to go"

"I love you, Maggie"

"I love you too, Roger" I had to force myself to hang up the phone. Three weeks without seeing Roger was gonna drive me mad, but I remembered exactly why we were going up to the farm.

It was dad's birth month. He was born on the 25th of February. We had always went out to the farm to celebrate his life, but we had neglected to do that the past two years. I finally made my way out to the car. Lee had rented out a van that we would be taking out there. We always travelled by ferry when we did this trip. I got in the van. "Hello, magpie" Lee greeted me.

"Mum didn't want to come again?" I asked, noting her absence. We always invited her to join us but she never came. We had Steve to thank for that.

Ronnie sighed. "You know what she always says. Steve doesn't want her gone for long"

"Guys, these next three weeks are about Victor" Ginny chimed in. "Think about him, alright? He wouldn't want you sulking over Steve" Ginny was right. This was the time to be thinking about our actual father.

~

It had been a long and tiring trip but we finally arrived on the farm. There was a neighboring farm not that far from ours. It had been empty for a while but apparently it had been bought within the last two years. "I wonder who bought that farm" Ronnie thought out loud. "Poor place has been empty for years. It'll be nice to have some new neighbors"

We pulled up to the farm. Our grandparents had been sitting outside on their porch. They lived here all year long. The two of them were quite young for grandparents. It's a long story that involved Gran getting pregnant with my father when she was only fourteen. Gran and Pops met when they were both 18 and got married only three months later. They've been together ever since.

"Gran! Pops!" Bobby bounced with excitement when he saw them.

"Go on, I'm sure they're excited to see you too" Ginny urged Bobby. The boy ran fast to his great-grandparents who greeted him with hugs and kisses. Lee and Billy got all the bags out of the car while the rest of us approached the farm house.

"Our girls!" Gran greeted us. Her eyes went to Sandy. "And you must be Sandy! Ronnie has told us all about you! I tell you, it's about time that girl settled down with someone" Sandy seemed surprised that Gran was being so nice to her. She was probably expecting homophobic behavior from them, but Gran and Pops loved everybody. Well, except for Steve.

"Ginny! Is Lee still treating you well?" Pops asked her. Bobby was currently seated on his lap.

"I wouldn't still be married to him if he wasn't Pops" Ginny laughed.

"And now for the famous musician of our family" Gran looked my way. "We've listened to the records you sent us! You have a lovely voice, dearie. And we've seen you on tv! Those boys are quite handsome too! Especially the long faced one!"

"That would be Roger"

"Maggie, there's something different about you" Pops noted. He rubbed his fingers against his chin. "There's a certain glow about you" Oh yeah. I haven't exactly told my family about the pregnancy yet. I was gonna tell them during the trip. Pops waved his hand. "Ah, it'll come to me! And here are the boys!"  Lee and Billy joined us, setting the bags down. "Lee! Billy! Good to see you both!"

"Hi, Pops!" Lee waved.

"Oh, Lee, you look so much like your father!" Gran cried. "He would've loved you so much!" She looked between me and Ronnie. "And he loved you two so much. You were his whole world!" Gran got out of her chair. "Anyways, come in! I have lunch ready! You all must be starved!" We followed Gran and Pops into the house.

"Gran, is it alright if I use the phone to make a quick call?" I asked.

Gran's face fell. "Oh, I'm sorry, dearie! We don't know what happened but the phones are down and we won't be able to get that fixed until next month unfortunately"

My heart dropped into my stomach. How was I supposed to call Roger? I promised him I would call every night! "Who are you supposed to call if there's an emergency?" Lee asked.

"We have the truck, and both of us are perfectly capable of driving into town" Pops insisted.

"And besides, there's the new couple that bought the farm next to ours. They come and see us every day while they're here" Gran said.

"Who's the new couple?" Ronnie asked.

"Well one of them is a musician, like you Maggie! He's in a band! Though now it's slipping my mind which one it is"

"Come and eat!" Pops beckoned us. "Your Gran worked very hard on this meal!" Well, we weren't about to say no to one of Gran's home cooked meals.

~

After lunch, I went to go sit outside for a bit. It was fairly cool so I had a blanket wrapped around me. I know Roger was going to be upset with me when I got back. He was probably sitting by the phone waiting to hear from me right now. I couldn't help but notice the car that was coming up the drive way. It was one of those cars where you could roll the top down. A pretty blonde woman was driving it and she had a little girl with her. The woman got out of the car and she had a large bowl with her. The woman saw me and her eyes lit up. "Oh, hello! Do you know Midge and Jerry?" She asked me.

"They're my Gran and Pops" I answered.

"Oh! So then which one are you? Maggie or Ronnie?"

"I'm Maggie" I introduced myself.

"Pleasure to meet you, Maggie! My name is Linda" The woman introduced back. The little girl that was with her was hugging her legs. "And this is Heather!"

I smiled at Heather. "What a pretty girl you are, Heather! You look just like your momma!"

Heather grinned at me. "You're pretty too, Miss Maggie!"

Linda lifted up the bowl. "I have a vegetable stew for Midge and Jerry"

"Of course! Come inside, Linda" I beckoned her. Her and Heather followed me into the house. "Gran! Pops! There's a Linda here to see you!"

"Linda!" Gran came to greet her. She kissed Linda on the cheek. "Is this the vegetable stew you were telling me about?" Gran took the bowl from Linda. "Jerry and I have been so excited to try it!"

"I hope you like it!"

"Kids! Come and meet Linda!" Gran called out for her grandchildren. Everyone came into the living room. "I want you all to meet Linda! She and her fiancé own the farmland next to ours"

"You're getting married?" Ronnie's eyes lit up. "When's the wedding?"

"We're looking at hopefully next month" Linda smiled. You could tell she was in love with her fiancé. Linda looked at Ronnie's hands. "Are you a photographer by any chance?"

"Yeah! How did you know?"

"You just have those hands. I'm a photographer too" Linda shook her head as she laughed. "It occurred to me I don't know your names yet"

"Well this is my husband, Billy" I started introducing everyone. "That's my sister Ronnie and her girlfriend, Sandy. And then this is my brother Lee and his wife Ginny, and their little boy, Bobby"

Linda looked at Lee with an amusing smile. "You have the same name as my father"

Lee chuckled. "Well, whataya know! Lee is short for Leopold"

"Like my father" Linda looked down as Heather tugged on her skirt. "Oh, how could I forget? This is my daughter, Heather"

"We're all pleased to meet you Linda" Ginny said.

"Why don't you all come on over for dinner tonight?

"That would be lovely, Linda!" I agreed. We all said our goodbyes to Linda and Heather. She did seem very sweet but I can't help but feel like I've seen her somewhere before. "Is it just me or does she look familiar?"

"It's probably just you, magpie" Lee shrugged.

Ginny picked up Bobby. "Let's get you in the bath! Have to look all nice for dinner with Linda tonight" She took him to the bathroom for a bath.

"Pops, did you figure out the name of that musician yet?" Lee asked.

Pops shook his head. "No, but I'm sure it'll come to me. We tend to see only Linda. I don't think we've ever met her fiancé"

~

We all drove down the road to Linda's farm. While we were there, I was gonna have to ask to use their phone. It's the least I could do to let Roger know about the phone situation. We pulled up in front of the house. We walked to the front door. I knocked. I opened the door, expecting Linda to answer, but it wasn't.

It was Paul fucking McCartney!

"You're Paul McCartney!" I gasped, pointing at him.

Paul chuckled. "Yes I am! You must be the Fox family! Come on in!" He invited us inside.

"Ah, yes, now I remember!" Pops spoke. "He's one of those Beatle fellas!"

Lee shook his head. "We can see that, Pops"

"Are they here?" We heard Linda. She came out to greet us. "I'm glad you guys could make it!"

"Paul, did you know Maggie is a musician as well?" Gran spoke.

Paul's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Ronnie smirked. "Yeah, have you ever heard of Pink Floyd?"

"So that was your voice on A Saucerful of Secrets?" That surprised me. Paul McCartney of The Beatles has listened to our album. He has listened to me. "You've got a splendid voice!"

I blushed at the compliment. "Why thank you!"

"Are you recording anything new?"

"We just finished a soundtrack for an upcoming film"

"You two can talk all about it over dinner!" Linda laughed.

~

We were having an enjoyable dinner with Paul and Linda. They made a lovely couple and you could tell they really loved each other. They reminded me of Roger and I. "So, Billy, you and Maggie are married, yeah?" Paul asked us.

"We're coming up on eight years in June" Billy smiled.

Linda smiled. "Any children?"

Well, if there was anytime you break the news to my family, now would be the time. "Well, I actually have some news to share" I said. "I'm pregnant"

"You hear that, Jerry?" Gran said to Pops. "We're gonna be grandparents again!"

Pops laughed with pride. "This is wonderful news!"

My siblings all broke out into cheer. Linda put her hand on my shoulder. "Congratulations! How far along are you?"

"About a month"

Linda put her hands on her stomach. "I'm about three"

"You hear that, Bobby?" Ginny cooed to her son. "You're going to be a cousin!" The young boy smiled and clapped.

Paul chuckled and pat Billy on the back. "You must be very excited!"

Billy smiled at me lovingly and he grabbed my hand. "I am!" He rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand.

"Oi, when are you two gonna have kids?" Lee asked Ronnie and Sandy.

The two girls looked at each other and shrugged. "Who said we were?" Ronnie said.

"We don't need kids to feel complete" Sandy added. "Vee and I are happy the way things are"

"Though we have talked about the possibility of adopting"

"But that's way down the road"

We had a fun night with Paul and Linda. After dinner, we listened to music and played some games with them. I was having so much fun, that it completely slipped my mind to ask to use the phone so I could call Roger.

~

When it was the 25th, we took a drive up to the hill where we had a memorial in place for our father. We would always take a bunch of flowers and set them down at the memorial, and then we would talk to father like he was still there with us. "We miss you, son" Gran spoke. She wiped a tear that was threatening to fall down her face. "You have such wonderful children. You'd be proud of all of them"

"You kids have any words you'd like to say to your father?" Pops asked us.

Ronnie and Lee both took their turns saying what they wanted to say to dad. Ronnie always went first because she was the oldest. Then I always let Lee go before me because I always broke down really bad when I tried talking to dad. I think it was easier for Lee to talk to him, since he never even met dad in the first place. Dad did die the day Lee was born after all. Finally, it came to be my turn.

I turned to my family. "Can you give me and dad some privacy?" I asked. I never usually asked but there were some things I wanted to say that I didn't want them to know. They left me in peace with dad. "Hey, dad. It's been awhile. Almost two years. I'm in a band now. Pink Floyd. I quit law school so I could join. If you were here, you'd call me crazy for doing that but you'd be so proud of me at the same time. I'm pregnant, but I'm not quite sure who the father is. You see, there's this guy named Roger. He plays bass in the band. You've met his dad actually. Eric. Anyways, I love Roger so much dad. I know you would've loved him, and I really hope it's his baby"

I said the last of what I wanted to say to dad before I went to my family. My face had become wet with tears. Billy noticed, and he pulled me into a hug, letting me cry into his shoulders. It might have been because of my emotional vulnerability right now, but that safe feeling of being in Billy's arms came over me. Once I had cried it all out, it was a quiet drive back to the farmhouse.

~

It was late, and Billy and I were getting ready for bed. I was sitting on the bed, brushing my hair. The bed dipped behind me and I felt Billy's arms wrap around my waist and his lips touching my bare shoulder. "I know it was a hard day for you, my love but you got through it" Billy softly said to me.

"I'm sorry" I suddenly squeaked out.

"What are you sorry for?"

I started crying again. I don't know if this was due to the already emotional day or my pregnancy hormones. "For being a terrible wife to you lately"

"Hey, hey" Billy moved off the bed so he could kneel in front of me. He grabbed my hands and kissed them both. "You're not a terrible wife. If anything I've been a terrible husband. We'll get through this, okay? You'll see. When this baby comes, things will get better between us, just you wait and see"

I leaned down to touch his forehead to mine. "I love you"

"I love you, too" Billy repeated. I gave into my urge to kiss him. And for once, a kiss with my husband felt right. It was just my emotional vulnerability right now. That's what I told myself as I pulled Billy back onto the bed and we proceeded to make love that night. Making love to my husband finally felt right again. But again, it was just my emotional vulnerability right now. Right?

~

At the end of the week, me made our return home to London. I was dying to see Roger again. It had been the longest three weeks ever without him. I tried not to think about the fact that Billy and I made love that one night, and the fact I actually enjoyed it. But it didn't matter. I would be asking him for a divorce soon anyways. Probably not the wisest decision for a woman to make while she's pregnant, but I would have Roger.

Lee dropped Billy and I off at our flat. When we got in, Billy immediately took a shower. I decided that I would give Roger a ring. I hope he wasn't too mad that I didn't call. Though I'm sure if I explained the reason, he would understand. I gave him a rang but there was no answer. I decided to try calling again but no answer. Perhaps he was busy with something at home and couldn't get to the phone at the moment. Nothing a little surprise visit couldn't fix.

I opened the bathroom door to let Billy know I was going out. "Honey, I'm going out for a bit!"

"Alright!" He acknowledged. With that, I grabbed my coat and my bag, and made my way to Roger's flat.

I had got there and knocked on the door waiting for an answer. But there was nothing. So I tried knocking again. No answer. I was about to knock again when one of the neighbours spotted me. "I'm afraid you'll get no answer, miss" He said.

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Roger and Judy are out on their honeymoon" Honeymoon!? What the fuck did he mean honeymoon?

"I'm sorry, honeymoon?"

The elderly man nodded. "They got married just last week. It was a small, private ceremony from what I understand"

Roger and Judy got married? I felt my heart shattering into a million pieces. "Do you know when they'll be back?"

"Next week, they said"

I couldn't really say anything else. I just walked away from the flat. When I got in the car, I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. I began to cry. I needed some answers. And the first place I thought to go was to see Nick and Lindy. I'm sure they would know about Roger and Judy getting married.

~

"I'm sorry for just dropping by like this" I apologized as I followed Lindy to the living room.

"Don't worry about it! You can come over whenever you like, hun" Lindy assured me. Her and I sat down on the couch. "Sorry you missed Nick. He's out with David and Roger"

"It's alright"

"How was the trip?"

"It was actually really good. We met Paul McCartney"

Lindy's mouth gaped open. "No way!"

"Turns out he and his fiancé own the farmland next to ours. Lin, I have to ask something"

"What is it?"

"Is it true that Roger and Judy got married?"

"Yeah. It was a spontaneous decision on Roger's part. It was just a registry wedding. Nick and I were there as witnesses"

"I see" I said.

"Roger was really mopey before the wedding, though. Like, more pissed than he usually is" Lindy mentioned. Yeah, that was probably my fault for not calling him when I promised I would. But it's not my fault that phone was down. Then I realized I forgot to call when we were at Paul and Linda's. Fuck, I probably drove him to marrying her and he was doing it just to spite me.

"Did he seem happy at the wedding?" I asked. I needed to know. Was it a genuine marriage or was he doing it to get back at me?

Lindy smiled. "He did. I don't even know if I ever saw him so happy" Well, there's my answer. Maybe this was a sign from the universe that maybe Roger and I weren't meant to be together after all.

"Well, then I'm happy for him and Judy. I feel like they're gonna be together for a long time" I said. I guess now I really had no choice but to make things work with Billy. Perhaps it was for the best. Now I could devote trying to make things right with Billy.

~

Billy had surprised me the next week by buying a house for us. So we had spent that next week moving into it. It was in a richer neighbourhood so the house was a bit bigger than I was expecting. David, Nick, and Rick were helping us move in. They didn't need to but it was sweet of them to offer.

David and I were carrying in some boxes together. "Did you hear that Roger and Judy are supposed coming home today?" He asked me.

"I did" I nodded. I really wasn't ready to face Roger yet.

"You seem upset about it" David noticed.

"It's just a shame I didn't get to be at the wedding" I said.

"Well they're going to have a party to celebrate their marriage. I'm sure he would appreciate it if you offered to host it here" Are you crazy David? I don't want to host that reminder in my new house! God, that made me sound so selfish.

"Y'know what, that's not a bad idea" I can't believe I was agreeing to that. But Roger was still my friend, and Judy was too. I needed to support them.

"I still can't imagine you living in a place like this"

"It's not so bad" I shrugged. "Though we have more bedrooms than necessary. Billy is insisting it's for our live-in nanny"

"You don't sound too thrilled at the idea of a nanny" David raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not" I said. I sighed as I set down the box. "He's already put an ad in the paper"

"Any responses to it yet?"

"Not yet, thankfully" The doorbell rang. Was that an applicant? I sure hope she wasn't young at least. I wasn't going to trust a girl fresh out of high school to watch my baby when he or she gets here. I answered the door and was surprised to see Roger. "Roger, how did you know where my new house was?"

"I went to your old flat but I was told you moved out" Roger explained. He rubbed at his nose and that's when I noticed the wedding ring on his finger. It made my heart hurt. "So I called Clea and she gave me your new address"

"Well, would you like to come in then? Everyone else is here helping Billy and I move in" I offered. Roger nodded. I stepped aside so he could enter the house.

"This seems bigger than you would like" Roger noted.

"Yeah, well, Billy insisted that we needed the space"

"Can we speak somewhere in private?" He asked. I nodded and I led him to one of the still empty rooms. We stood on opposite sides of the room, both of us leaning against the wall.

We were quiet for a good minute or two, until I decided to be the first one to speak. "So, you and Judy got married"

Roger's jaw clenched. "I can explain"

"Is it because I didn't call you while I was gone?" There was no arguing between us. We both stayed calm.

Roger looked down. "It made me think you didn't love me anymore. That you were spending all your time with Billy and it made you forget about me"

I sighed and hand down my face. "The phones were down. I wanted to call you but—"

Roger put his face in his hands. "God, I'm such a fucking idiot!"

"Roger—"

"I can't believe I thought you didn't love me anymore! And that I actually went through with marrying her"

"Were you happy on your wedding day?" I suddenly asked.

Roger looked at me with confusion. "What?"

"Were you happy when you married her?" Roger seemed hesitant to answer. "It's okay if you were"

"I'm sorry" I'm not sure if he was apologizing for the fact that he did in fact marry Judy or that he might have actually been happy that he did. "During our honeymoon, those old feelings I had for her, they came back and..."

"Do you love her?" Roger couldn't look me in the eye as he muttered out a quiet yes. "Then maybe you should devote yourself to her instead of me"

Roger looked up at me with sad eyes. "What? No!" He finally came over to my side of the room and stood in front of me. I grabbed my hands and squeezed them tight. "I don't want this to end between us! Please, I love you too much!"

"And I love you too, which is why I think it's best that we end this" I had to keep myself from crying as I said it. "And just...try to go back to being friends. Judy needs all your love and affection now, yeah? Be good to your wife. And meanwhile, I need to really work on trying to make things right with Billy. We have a baby on the way and things need to be better between us before the baby comes"

"That's my baby!" I could that Roger's eyes were glossy with tears. "And you know it is!"

"You think I don't believe that, Roger?" No I was the one who started to cry. "But I think it's best that we pretend it isn't. That we just go back to being friends. That means no sneaking around, no kissing, and no sex. Do you think you can do that? For me?"

"Maggie, you know that I can't help myself around you. I need you"

"And if we are truly meant to be together, fate will somehow make it clear to us, okay?" I gently cupped his face in my hands. His eyes closed as he sighed at my touch. "I will always love you, Roger. Even if we can't be together the way we want to anymore"

"I'll always love you too, sunshine"

"So, what say you? Friends?"

Roger smiled at me. "We're best friends"

~

I made the boys some sandwiches for lunch. They were such a big help for me today. I could hear my bandmates chatting away on the porch outside in the backyard. As I was making up the sandwiches, I get a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I held onto Billy's arms and leaned against him. "I never asked you, my love. Is the house suitable to your liking?" He asked me.

"It's perfect, my love" I told him. "Perfect place to raise our baby"

Billy chuckled as his palm stretched over my stomach. "I think you mean babies"

"You think we'll be having more than one, huh?"

"Of course we will" He let go of me so he could turn me around. He stroked my face with his fingertips. "You're still just as beautiful as the day we met"

"I'm ready to renew our vows whenever you are. But we treat it like an actual wedding because we never got one"

"Whatever you want, Maggie. I want to do whatever will make you happy" Billy grabbed my hands. He brought them up to his lips and started kissing them. "I love you so much"

"I love you too" I said before leaning in to kiss Billy. Ever since we came back from the trip, I could feel the sparks coming back whenever Billy and I kissed. After we kissed, the two of us just held each other. When I opened my eyes, I saw Roger standing there. Even from this distance, I could see the heartache in his eyes but even so, he smiled at me.

It was painful but this really was the best for both Roger and I. We were both married now, and it was time for us to devote our time and affection to our spouses. And I really had to make things work again with Billy before this baby came. Maybe now that so much of my time wouldn't be spent sneaking around with Roger now, that we could make that happen.

 And as for Roger and Judy, I hope their marriage works out. I know Judy really loves him. She must be in bliss now that they're married. And Roger, I know deep down he still loves her that way he once did before he met me. And who knows, maybe they'll have their own kids soon.

However, with all that being said, I still really loved Roger and I knew he loved me. But maybe with time, those feelings will fade. Perhaps what was between us was just a short lived affair and now that it's run it's course, we can both be with the one's we are meant to be with. Or if Roger and I did truly belong together, the universe will find a way of bringing us back together again. Only time will tell.

[babyjakes]

clear blue water.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | watersports

pairing | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader

warnings | dark ddlg dynamic (soft!dark!daddies of captive!little!reader.) dub/non-con. shower scene. crying kink. moment of nipple play. thigh riding. clit focus <33 + fingering. forced orgasm. watersports (unexpected wetting.) mocking/humiliation. praise and encouragement. aftercare (cleaning off.)

word count | 1,205

an | they have one of those big fancy walk-in showers with the bench in the back, the ones made of marble?? i didn't know how to describe it in-fic so i'm just dropping that info here lol. i don't usually write shower stuff so i hope this turned out okay :')

edit | this is written in the same au as you all over me, with captive!reader and her soft!dark!daddies.

There was no use in squirming or struggling. Any resistance you showed would only make things harder for yourself. And yet as hard as you tried, you couldn't keep your trembling body still. Perched up on Steve's broad thigh, your shoulder blades pressed back against his bare front side, you felt like a cornered animal as Ari crouched down in front of you on the sleek shower floor. A look of mock concern drew across the brunette's face as he reached out to brush dripping strands of hair out of your face.

Steve's arm was steady around your waist holding you in place, but there was little harshness to his grasp. Neither of the men were particularly rough or violent with you, but there were times when you honestly found yourself wishing they would be. There was just something about the way they treated you, with such love and patience- it felt so wrong, given the circumstances. It was maddening.

"P-please, don't make me..." Your begging seemed pathetic even to you as Ari shook his head regretfully, his large hand trailing down to begin toying with one of your tits. His fingertips teased lightly over your already-stiffened nipple, tweaking and tugging at the poor knot of flesh as he shared a steady look with Steve.

"C'mon doll, you're alright. Be a big girl and let your daddies help you," the man holding you encouraged softly. He brought up a hand of his own to begin occupying your other breast as his counterpart shifted his focus lower.

"Gonna take good care of you, sweetheart," Ari promised as he leaned his face down a little, settling his unwanted gaze on your puffy pussy lips as they sat helplessly atop Steve's muscular thigh. Letting out a thoughtful hum, the crouching man mused, "Now, let's see here..."

Steve shifted you up slightly along the length of his leg, placing a hand on either side of your waist to keep you balanced and upright. "Good, that's better," Ari murmured appreciatively as he brought his own prying hands down to gently spread your pussy lips over the surface you were perched on. A feeble whine rose in your throat as your dripping hole and clit came in contact with Steve's damp skin. "There," Ari smiled approvingly, "right up against Daddy's leg. Are you gonna be a good girl and ride Stevie's thigh, baby? Or are we gonna have to help you?"

Big, warm tears of humiliation sprang from your eyes as you tried to glare at the brown-haired man before you. To your dismay, Ari simply seemed to find your little act of defiance endearing. "Poor little girl, what a pretty pout," he crooned as he leaned in to press a kiss against your forehead.

"That's okay, sweetheart," Steve's voice was low and rumbly from behind you, "little babies need their daddies' help. That's what we're here for." Tightening his grip on your waist, he drew a faltering cry from your trembling lips as he began bouncing his leg beneath you, grinding your hips down with his hands at a steady, punishing rhythm.

Ari's expression was full of sympathy as he reached in again to aid in your torment. With just the tips of his fingers, he spread your labia back further, watching as your poor little bundle of nerves was dragged repeatedly over the slippery surface below. "I know, baby. I know," he frowned gently. "Bet your poor little button burns, doesn't it?"

"Poor thing," Steve played right along with his partner's cruel game of faux pity. "How long d'you think she'll last, Ari? Look at her, she's getting worked up already," he pointed out as your shaking legs kicked helplessly beneath you.

"That's our perfect girl," Ari hummed as he and Steve kept up their steady movements. "Shouldn't take long," he stated knowingly, "poor baby's so sensitive, doesn't take much to make her come."

Heat was rising up through your neck and face as your torture dragged on. As always, you were doing everything you could to fight off the inevitable, but very quickly you were finding it all to just be too much. The way they spoke about you as if you weren't even there, the mortifying detail they were discussing your circumstances in. The way forcing you to orgasm seemed to be their favorite pastime, the way they knew the quickest and most efficient ways to bring you right to the edge of those unwanted climaxes they loved so much...

"Getting so wet, doll. You getting close?" Steve murmured against the back of your neck as your broken whimpers and sobs grew louder and more desperate.

Ari could see that familiar look growing on your face, prompting him to bring the pads of his fingers down to rub quickly and harshly against your throbbing button. "C'mon, baby. Give it to us," he commanded, his voice now stronger with an heir of authority.

"Don't fight it, little one," Steve crooned, his voice vibrating against your ear as the horrible feelings swelled up inside of you. As you were sent reeling towards your high, the man behind you brought a firm arm around your lurching body to steady you. Just as your orgasm began tearing through you, the pressure applied to your lower belly proved too much to bear; in a humiliating moment of complete and total helplessness, a surge of warmth shot out from your spasming cunt as you gushed and came simultaneously.

Feeling the forceful spray hit his thigh, Steve couldn't help but beam at the sight of your forfeited control. Ari caught on to what was happening only fractions of a moment later, immediately sharing in his friend's delight. "There, let it all out, sweetheart," he chuckled softly as the unbearable waves of pleasure and relief continued.

"Poor baby, just couldn't hold it, huh?" Steve joined in as your overwhelming climax finally began to wind down. As soon as you left its grips, your poor body slumped uselessly against your captors' holds. Ari removed his fingers from your twitching button as Steve eased you back to lean against his broad chest, gently planting a kiss to your temple as you sat there helplessly, too weak to do anything but struggle for air through your tears.

"Shhh," Ari brought his hands to rub soothingly over the tops of your thighs. As the humiliation of the situation settled in, your cries only worsened, earning concerned yet understanding looks from both of the men as they sat there with you in the humid air. Steve rubbed your tummy gently as Ari stepped away momentarily, retrieving a rag and the bottle of body soap from the front of the shower before returning. You were too weak and exhausted to fight as the man began washing you off, continuing to offer you soft words of praise and reassurance along with Steve.

"You're okay, sweetheart. Just let your daddies take care of you," the blonde told you softly as the warm, soothing cloth was dragged over your ruined body.

"Our little baby. So good for her daddies," Ari kissed your nose, his loving acts and words only feeling like salt in the gaping wound they had once again torn open in you.

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[heavywoolcoat]

[buckymorelikefuckme]

i’ve been watching those videos on youtube where those guys mow and clean up overgrown lawns and stuff (bc it’s calming and satisfying and my brain needs that so bad rn)

but it’s got me thinking…

you’ve just bought an adorable fixer-upper cottage, and the front yard and backyard are becoming miniature forests, so you call a few local lawn care services to see if anyone would be willing to take it on. you’re disappointed but not surprised when they all say no bc of how much work it’ll be. but then, the last place you call says sure, they’ll do it, and you’re so relieved and say thank you a million times. and then the guys show up to do the work, and…

i’m picturing ari, and steve, and maybe throw in my baby jake, and hell, might as well include curtis.

so you’re obviously like holy shit i’ve hit the jackpot??? and you’re quickly finding any and every excuse to be outside while they work. you offer to help, even though you don’t actually want to, and you’re half relieved half bummed when they politely decline. and then you bring out some ice cold water since they’re working in the blazing sun for hours on end. you ask them if they brought lunch, you could make something for them, it wouldn’t be a bother at all, please let me!

and tbh i don’t really know where i wanted this to go but just…. IMAGINE with me 😍🤤😵‍💫

[delicatesoundofthunderr]

Roger Waters x Reader

i wrote this because there is a lack of pf fanfics, especially roger x reader 😞

ALSO FOR MY CHARLES LECLERC GIRLIES I DID NOT FORGET YALL!!! life’s been busy but i genuinely want to continue the series. so sorry for the wait! ❤️

ps it gets a bit heated but no smut! *injuries mentioned*

•••

It was the end of another successful gig, and the spirit in the pub couldn’t be more agitated. Drinks were drunk and dances were danced, and you found yourself near the stage with some friends.

“Loved your performance, Y/N! Although,

I couldn’t fail to notice someone had a keen eye on you for the whole show...” your friend recalled, raising her brows.

“What? Who?” you question with excitement.

“Roger! He was eyeing you every second he had the chance!” your other friend beamed.

You didn’t believe a word of it. You guys had grown slightly closer over the past weeks, but his on-stage persona was something totally different.

“You’re joking… I’ll probably get a lecture soon then, he was probably annoyed by something I did.” you grunted.

“I swear I saw him smiling at you though.” your friend mumbled.

Your cheeks flushed ever so slightly.

“Right, well I’m gonna go get some fresh air.” you declared. The constant buzzing of chatter and music gave you a slight headache.

You snake through the mass of tipsy people, and see a familiar face just before reaching the exit.

Roger is interacting and laughing with a girl who doesn’t seem to fit in the friendly category. You only catch his eye when you cross the door.

You stay outside for some time, breathing in the crisp air. A recurring thought kept disturbing your calm. What could you have possibly done so wrong in your performance for Roger to look at you all night long?

Or… was it something else?

You shake your head and head back for the pub after a few minutes.

When you push the door to get back in, a newfound tension has submerged the pub.

Two men were fighting, one stubby blonde, and another tall brunette which you realized- to your great surprise- was Roger.

The moment didn’t feel real. Roger, always one to use his words and wits, now with a split lip and balled fists.

“Roger!” you yell through the crowd.

He doesn’t seem to register your voice at all with the commotion. Roger was about to throw a final punch in the man’s direction when you took him by the back of his shirt.

“Roger! You can stop now, he’s done.” you yell in anger. Roger’s eyes locked with yours, and he slowly let go of the poor lad in his hands.

Roger’s face was intact but for a split brow bone and lip. Something pulled at you to help him, and with a frustrated sigh you take his wrist and lead him through the buzzing crowd and out the pub.

“I never thought…” you fume. “We’ll go to the studio okay? It’s the nearest place.” you order with little space for arguing.

Roger simply nods, a faraway look in his eyes. You didn’t notice how tight you were holding his wrist and let go. You look back to make sure he’s still following, and much to your dismay he’s clutching his stomach.

“What is it now?” you complain.

“My ribs… They really fucking hurt.” he groans, eyes filled with fear.

You immediately walk over to him with a newfound concern, but he stops you.

“I’m fine, I don’t need help.” he states, no trace of malice in his voice.

Your heart aches more and more at his disheveled form, and as you get to the studio, you make sure to open every door for him.

He crashes down on the couch, chest rising up and down at a fast pace.

You go get the small aid kit in the bathroom alongside warm towels full of water.

Roger has one hand over his eyes and he’s muttering something under his breath.

“Remove your shirt. We’re gonna check for broken ribs first.” you command.

Roger removes his hand from his face and looks directly at you with those piercing eyes of his. He slowly rises to remove his shirt, and you can’t do anything else than look up at him from your seat, admiring his lean, sun-kissed abs. He stifles a groan as he passes his shirt over his head and throws it in the corner of the room.

You sit there for a bit, struck by his appearance. He falls back down to the couch and you follow after him.

“I’ll- I have to- I’m gonna touch your ribs.” you blurt out.

He nods through half-lidded eyes and leans back.

There’s a prominent bruise that paints his chest a purple colour, and you gently brush your fingers on it. His whole body tenses up and he sucks in a breath.

“What the hell were you thinking?” you whisper, searching for an answer in his eyes.

He looks away and ignores your question.

“Are you drunk?” you tempt, laying a cold towel on his bruise.

“No. I’ve had like half a beer.” he sighs.

You hold your hands up in confusion.

“Then I don’t get it! You never fight Roger, you never have!” you complain, shaking your head.

“I know… He just…” he trails off, playing with the hot towel on his chest.

“He just what, Roger? He made fun of the band? You? Your reputation, maybe?” you furiously dig for bandages in the kit.

Before putting the bandages on his face, you decide it’s best to clean it. You bring the towel to his brow and dab away, eyes narrowing out of concentration.

“He said something about you.” Roger mutters out, looking up at you.

Your hand drops.

“And what exactly did he say?” you ask, feeling very small all of a sudden.

“Doesn’t matter.” he mumbles, holding himself up with his hand and settling back down into a more comfortable position. He was using his elbows to prop himself up to not completely lie down on his back.

His new position forces you to almost straddle him to reach his face and dab the cloth on his bottom lip.

“I have the right to know.” you mutter, voice filled with insecurity. He gazes up at you and sighs through parted lips.

“He- Christ…” he sighs and rubs his eyes. “He called you an attention-seeking whore.” Roger mumbles, looking away from your pained expression guiltily.

You have a feeling the man might’ve said more and Roger was protecting your self-esteem, but you can’t say this is exactly new to you. Something that was new though, was someone sticking up for you.

“Still… You shouldn’t have. You don’t deserve this.” you whisper after a moment, dabbing the cloth on his bottom lip.

And you truly believed that. You didn’t think Roger should go through all that trouble just for you.

“You don’t deserve this either, and I don’t regret it. You’re worth every punch I received.” his head turns back to face you, eyes sparkling with determination.

How could he say something like this and not expect you to crumble under his gaze?

“No, you don’t mean that.” you state, eyes pleading him to tell you the truth.

Roger shuffles under you, and his eyes darken.

“I do, and I’d do it again! That prick is lucky he wasn’t-“ but you cut his words off by taking his face with your hands and kissing him.

Roger’s mouth goes slack, and it takes him a second to register everything. Then, his lips are responsive.

He uses one elbow to prop himself up, whilst his other hand has found your face. Your position was already favourable, half straddling him already.

He pulls on the back of your thigh to get you completely pressed against him, and your hands are now exploring the muscles of his arms, gripping on them tighter as Roger’s fingers find the surface of your back.

He carelessly draws patterns with his slim fingers, earning shivers from you. His thumb is carefully caressing your cheek in a soothing way.

The kiss is intense, a downpour of all past tension condensed.

His tongue is firm but doesn’t let you get overwhelmed. He lets you set the pace, which is a slow and needy one.

Your hands hesitate towards his chest, laying them gently on his bruised abs. You earn a stifled moan from his part and arch your back as you continue to gently caress his chest up and down.

Both his hands take possession of your hips, squeezing them gently. You feel him move his hips almost involuntarily under you, his member pressing up against you.

You stifle a noise at the contact and press yourself harder against him.

You finally break the kiss. You look down at his star struck grin and slightly swollen lips with a shy smile.

“You’re slightly drunk aren’t you?” Roger asks doubtfully.

“I only had a shot.” you answer truthfully.

He chuckles and lays you down, hovering over you. His eyes travel along your face, taking you all in.

“You’re so pretty,” he blurts out with a stroke of your cheek.

You look away shyly, but he makes sure to bring your face back to him with the tip of your chin.

He smiles at you like an idiot in love and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

Images of him and that girl flash through your mind and you stop him.

“Who was that girl at the pub?” you question, brows furrowing in worry.

Roger’s eyes narrow as he seems to recall his night. His brows go up at the memory.

“Who, my cousin? I don’t have any interest in her, no.” he chuckles.

You bite your lip and smile, feeling rather stupid.

“Besides, someone’s already caught my eye.” he murmured.

You grin and hold the back of his neck to bring his face down and kiss him hard.

You softly bite into his split lower lip, gaining a low groan from him. You wrap your legs around his torso and his bare chest presses softly against yours, the barrier of clothes infuriating.

The kiss is slow and passionate, but gets broken by Roger.

“My head hurts.” he mutters over your lips with closed eyes.

You immediately sit up and lay him back down on the couch. You kiss his forehead only to realize he’s a bit too warm.

You rush to the bathroom to get a cold towel and come back to Roger breathing low with closed eyes.

“Roger, he hit your head repeatedly… You might have a concussion,” you realize, brushing away the hair from his forehead to place the towel on it.

Your fingers leave his face but he’s quick to take them back in his hands.

“Can you… stay here for a bit?” he asks, the question leaving his lips like a plea.

Your eyes soften and you nod quickly.

“I think it’s best we sleep here. I don’t think walking is a good idea for you.” you ponder.

You go get him pills and a glass of water, and he drinks it slowly before placing it back down on the ground.

“I’ll just- use the couch in the other room.” you smile and make your way to it.

“Y/n.” Roger speaks.

You already know what he’s implying, but refuse to succumb to such request.

“Roger. Your ribs are bruised and your head hurts. I don’t want to bother you, so if you need me, I’ll be right there.” you state, pointing to the door.

You turn on your heels but he stops you with his words.

“I don’t think I can sleep without you in my arms after knowing how you feel against me.” he declares behind your back.

You slowly turn around, lips parted in surprise. You crack a smile, walking over to Roger and obliging to his request, settling down beside him.

He scoots over so you have space, and you lay your head on his shoulder, careful not to touch his chest.

“I’m sorry for getting mad at you.” you confess, cringing at your reaction from earlier.

He moves a lone piece of hair from your forehead and tucks it behind your ear.

“S’okay. I’m sorry for beating the shit out of that guy.” he says in return.

You fail to keep your straight face and smile.

“You should get some sleep now, if you don’t feel well just wake me up or push me off the couch, I don’t mind.” you tell him.

He smiles and shakes his head, leaning in to catch your lips in one last lingering kiss.

He wakes you up only once in the whole night, though it is involuntarily.

His arm finds your chest and he snakes it around, pulling you closer while he mutters something tired.

You sleepily smile and trace the edges of his face with gentle hands. Your fingers brush over his nose, his cheekbones, and all the way down to his soft lips.

Roger sighs and the tension in his face relaxes, whilst his breathing slows down.

You nuzzle your face in his neck and fall back asleep tight in his arms.

~

“Did anyone stay after the gig?” whispers David, looking down at you and Roger entwined and sleeping on the couch.

“I didn’t. I heard Roger fought someone though.” Rick murmurs, walking over to David. David’s eyebrows go up in a shocked expression.

“Roger… Really?” he questions.

“Jesus christ did Y/N beat up Roger and then sleep with him afterwards cause she felt bad?” adds Nick, just now entering the studio.

They all have a laugh and head over to their instruments.

•••

hope this fed you guys a little 😊

ps. the only reason he didnt take her right then and there is because in my head it was supposed to be a mini series and i made another one where they actually do it. will prolly post the rest not in chronological order but oh well.

[switchedandbewitched]

Switched and Bewitched

Chapter 1: Scoob, like, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore

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“Uh, like, fuck.”

“Well put, Shaggy, thank you,” Velma said. She rubbed the back of her neck and adjusted her dirt-smattered glasses. She was missing her right sock and shoe. 

Somewhere off to the side they both heard Fred groan. “Have either of you seen Daphne?”

“I’m up here, Freddie.”

The gang looked up to see Daphne haphazardly dangling from over them from a tree limb. A cut on her cheek dripped blood onto Shaggy’s green tee. 

“Like, how you doin’ up there, Daph?” Shaggy asked. 

Daphne rolled her eyes. “Can you just help get me down?” 

As Fred and Velma helped Daphne down from the tree Shaggy began to call out Scooby’s name. “Scooby-Doo, where are you?” 

“Ri’m rover here.” Scooby was several yards away in a bush but thankfully uninjured. The Gang reconvened under the tree and looked around. “Ruys, rhere rare re?” 

There was an initial pause until finally Fred said, “I... I’m not sure.”

“We need to figure out what is going on. Immediately,” Velma said. She smoothed her skirt, took a deep breath, and looked up, her mouth set in a hard line. “This is completely abnormal. We have never experienced anything like this before while solving a mystery. That witch must have drugged us and staged this to scare us off.”

“Velma, that doesn’t feel right. I don’t feel like I’ve been drugged. Remember that one time I was roofied at Red Herring’s party?”

“You mean that one time Red Herring roofied you,” Fred stated. 

“I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again, Fred, Red Herring did not --”

“Well, what would you propose as an explanation, Daphne?” Velma asked. 

“Arguing isn’t going to help anything. If the witch did move us, we need to figure out where we are so we can go home,” Fred said. “We seem to be in some kind of park so there has to be a road nearby.” 

“Like, Scoob and I are starving. It feels like we haven’t eaten in decades.” 

It was near evening already and it took The Gang another two hours to hike through the park, eventually locating an access road that led them to a paved street. When they reached the street, there were few clues as to where they were. Thick trees blocked out any light there might have been from a town and the street lights flickered on and off at random. 

“Now what?” Daphne asked. 

“I guess we just wait until someone drives by,” Fred responded. 

“Someone who is willing to pick up all four of us in this state and a 70  pound dog? Doubtful. We should pick a direction and walk until we get our bearings. We can’t possibly be that far away from home. The North Star is there.” Velma pointed. “The swamp we were in was to the east of Coolsville so we should travel west to get home but that would take hours.” 

“Right,” Scooby said. 

The Gang started off, silently. It was clear none of them were in as good of shape as they thought. Once their adrenaline wore off, they noticed hidden sore spots and bloody patches. Daphne’s face clearly needed stitches, much to her chagrin, and she could feel her stomach bruising from where she landed on the tree branch. Velma decided she must be missing a sock and shoe because they were ripped off when she twisted her ankle somehow. Shaggy was under the impression he and Scooby were fine until he reached down to pet his faithful companion and not only realized his arm was nearly immobile but Scooby’s ear was ripped and his face full of thorns. Fred kept it to himself so as not to worry the rest of the group but the longer they walked, the more painful breathing became. 

After about forty-five minutes of walking along the road, they saw headlights behind them. The Gang waved their arms in the air and shouted for the car to stop. The car slowed to a stop and The Gang squinted into the bright lights. The large pick-up rolled down its window to reveal an older woman with a kind face. 

“What are you kids doing all the way out here so late at night?”

The four hesitated before Daphne said, “Thank you for stopping, ma’am. We got lost during a hike and seem to have injured ourselves.”

“You couldn’t use a cellphone to call someone?” She asked. The Gang looked at one another, confused. “I s’pose service is spotty around here. Why don’t ya get in?” Shaggy, Velma, and Daphne got into the back seat and hauled Scooby over their laps. Fred slammed the back door and got in the passenger’s seat. “So, where can I take you guys? I’m driving through the center of town on my way home.”

“Uh, like, I think the hospital might be best, ma’am,” Shaggy said in a sheepish tone. 

“Coolsville Memorial is about fifteen minutes from here. I don’t mind dropping you kids off there. You can call your families, right?” 

“Uh, yes, ma’am,” Fred said. “Thank you so much.” 

The woman reached forward and turned the volume up on the radio. Country music started playing. The Gang fell silent and laser focused on the radio. It was not the country music that caught their attention, but instead the way the radio lit up, the number of buttons, and that the dashboard had little diagrams of people and high-low settings. They each stiffened up and looked at once another, but did not say anything in front of the kind woman who had picked them up. 

“So, my name’s Greta. What are all y’all’s names?” 

“I’m - I’m Fred.”

“My name is Velma.”

“Like, my name’s Shaggy and this is Scooby-Doo.”

“And I’m Daphne.”

“Well, I am pleased to meet’cha.”

The rest of the ride went quietly, just country music, Greta’s humming, and a growing tension among The Gang. 

Shaggy, in true Shaggy fashion, was already convinced something spooky was going on here. Many may confuse his over-indulgence in a certain herb and severe panic disorder with stupidity, but Norville Rogers was no idiot. He considered that monsters had been real in prior instances and saw no reason why the case they were working on couldn’t have led to an honest-to-god witch who could cast real magic. Whether the rest of The Gang could be convinced remained undecided. 

Velma, on the other hand, was entirely against a supernatural explanation. The Gang had not been in Coolsville at the time they located the so-called “witch”, but about two hours away in a neighboring town. If the masked individual drugged the entire Gang, loaded them into a vehicle, and transported them back to Coolsville with paid actors like this Greta woman it would have taken several hours. According to the clock on the truck’s lighted dashboard it was 8:27pm, approximately three and a half hours from when they arrived at the witch’s cabin. Velma ruminated on the situation for a few moments more. 

Jinkies, she thought to herself. We’re on a movie set! That explains everything! 

Fred was nearly unable to think through the unbearable pain in his chest. He believed The Gang to have been kidnapped somehow and transported back to their hometown. On the other hand, it did not make sense for the witch to have known where they lived. Despite his effort, the Scooby-Doo Detective Agency had not yet become a household name. 

Daphne felt incredibly off-put by the entire situation, not just due to the pain or strange circumstances. Every now and again a memory that didn’t truly belong to her appeared in her mind’s eye. She tried to shake the feeling that the witch had done something sinister to her but fragments of people, places, and cases she previously had no knowledge of bobbed to the surface. Daphne had already determined she was not drugged, regardless of what Velma had to say. The more she considered their predicament the more she thought about being hypnotized by the Ghost Clown. 

“Here we are,” Greta said, spooking the whole Gang. “Y'all get home safe now, ya hear? Toodaloo!”

The Gang unloaded themselves from Greta’s strange truck with much groaning and grunting. Fred stumbled and dropped to his knees. 

“Freddie!” Daphne cried. “Are you alright?” 

Fred stood, shaking and out of breath, and waved Daphne off. “Fine. I’m just a bit light headed. Who knows when we ate last.”

The Gang stopped and stared up at the glowing Coolsville Memorial Hospital sign. Shaggy’s mouth hung open in disbelief. “Um, like, guys this doesn’t look like the same hospital where they took my appendix out.”

“I have come up with a theory,” Velma declared. “The witch was clearly using advanced special effects, like the kind you would see in a movie, and makeup to stage her cabin in the swamp. I hypothesize that she did not transport us back to Coolsville but rather dropped us on to some kind of movie set, albeit a very large movie set. The doctors and nurses there are probably paid actors. We aren’t going to get any medical attention.”

“Velma, that is absurd,” Daphne responded. “We drove 15 minutes in that woman’s truck, down a mountain, and into town. There is no movie set in the world that big. You must have hit your head.”

Velma glared at Daphne, and her rationality. She was right, of course, but so far that was the only non-supernatural possibility that fit the equation. 

A hospital staff had seen The Gang standing in front of the ER entrance, clearly injured, and came outside. “Are you kids looking for the emergency room?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Fred huffed. 

“Okay, you should come on in, but the dog has to remain outside,” The nurse said. 

“Rog? Rhere?” Scooby whispered. 

“Understood, thank you. Scooby, you’ll have to wait outside.” Velma pointed to some thick flower bushes and hedges and whispered to Scooby. “Hide over there, we don’t know what is going on.”

The Gang followed the woman to the hospital desk and checked each of them in. Flatscreen TVs played the 9 o’clock news and only increased the Gang’s confusion. The weather reports listed today’s date as August 21st, 2022 even though it was December 6th, 1969 when they woke up this morning. 

Daphne and Shaggy felt panic set in. Fifty-two years? This didn’t make any sense. Velma felt an increasing anxiety as she continued to lack a rational explanation for this. Fred could no longer process anything beyond the pain he was in and collapsed to the floor. 

“Triage, STAT,” played over the loudspeaker. “Triage, STAT.”

Suddenly there were nurses swarming over Fred and they whisked him away on a stretcher. 

“Where are you taking him?!” Daphne cried.

“Ma’am we need you to stand back, a doctor will update you shortly.” 

Defeated, The Gang slumped into waiting room chairs. Each one was taken back one by one, in order of severity of injury. Shaggy was taken back next and found to have a dislocated shoulder and some cuts and scrapes. Daphne was taken for x-rays and an ultrasound to check for internal bleeding, which were clear. Eventually a plastic surgeon came and stitched up her face. Velma, in the best shape out of everyone, was taken for x-rays of her ankle and found to have a severe sprain but no fractures. 

A doctor came out to the freshly patched-up Gang and informed them Fred would be taken into surgery as he had two broken ribs, one of which had lacerated his liver. 

“When can we take him home?” Daphne asked. 

“He needs to stay in the hospital for a few days but you can take him then. He will need serious rest. He must have fallen very hard from a great height to get the breaks he did.” The doctor’s tone told them he didn’t believe the injuries were caused by a fall while hiking but The Gang kept their mouths shut.

The Gang shuffled outside and found Scooby still hidden in the bushes. Shaggy pulled out some tweezers and gauze he stole from the hospital and began pulling thorns out of Scooby’s face.”

“Rouch, Raggy.”

“Like, sorry, ol’ buddy.” 

“August 21st, 2022,” Velma said. “This is quite the elaborate plot.”

“Velma, I think this is August 21st, 2022. Look around. This isn’t fake,” Daphne insisted. 

“Then offer me a rational explanation for how this happened,” Velma countered. 

Daphne kicked a rock down the sidewalk in frustration. “There isn’t one.”

“Like, let’s start walking home. I’m sure everything will be fine once we see our parents and eat a triple decker salami, peanut butter, and anchovy sandwich. I’ve been meaning to visit my parents for, like, two months,” Shaggy said. Shaggy had spent the last several months partying his way through his freshman semester at Wetherby University before eventually dropping out. He’d been too embarrassed to visit his parents since. 

With no better option, The Gang limped off towards home. New buildings they had never seen lined roads they had never been on. People wandered in and out of restaurants and bars in strange clothing with their noses practically glued to lighted screens. The Gang got lost more than once when they turned down a new side street. There was far more trash in the streets and graffiti than they remembered. But then again, by all accounts this version of Coolsville was a true city. 

After at least an hour and a half of missteps and wrong turns, they reached the Rogers’ residence. The house was the same except it had been painted and a new fence was erected. Scooby’s doghouse no longer sat in the yard. 

“Like, here goes nothing,” Shaggy said and, with more confidence than he had had all night, he marched up the stone walkway and knocked on the door. 

A light flicked on inside and a disgruntled man in his PJs opened the door. “Can I help you? Do you know what time it is?”

“Um... like, I’m looking for my parents, Colton and Paula Rogers.”

“You’re joking.”

“Like, no, sir, I’m not joking. They live here.”

“I’m sorry, but we bought the house from Colton ah... well, I’d say going on 25 years now,” The man responded and pushed his glasses on his face. “You do look awfully familiar though.” 

“I’m their oldest kid. Norville, Norville Rogers. Did they leave a forwarding address?” A lump was growing in Shaggy’s throat, getting heavier by the second. 

“Well, I have to say again: you’re joking. And I don’t have any patience for pranks at this time of night.”

“Like, wait, I’m not joking!”

“Son, Norville Rogers, his friends, and his dog went missing on December 6th, 1969. It was one of the biggest missing person’s cases in the history of California. Norville Rogers would be nearly 70 years old by now and you look barely 20. Have a good night.” The door slammed in his face. 

Shaggy’s face blanched and he turned around to face The Gang. “Like, I’m with you, Daph. We’re actually in 2022.”

“There has to be another explanation. Let’s try Blake Manor.” 

Seeking out Daphne’s parents was an even worse result. Where the beautiful mansion Daphne grew up in once stood was an expansive parking lot and massive shopping center. 

Velma gritted her teeth, “Fine. My house, then.” 

They trekked all the way to the Dinkley residence where new people were living with their kids, based on the look of the front yard. They didn’t even bother knocking. It was clear from the exterior of the home that the Dinkley’s were no longer at the residence. The tree where The Gang’s treehouse was  had been cut down and in its place was a large, flat stump. 

“Wait a minute,” Velma muttered. She stood up and hobbled in her aircast over to some shrubs lining the home and disappeared behind them. 

“Velma! You’re trespassing!” Daphne hissed. “Come back -” CLANG!

“Let’s go,” Velma said and disappeared into the earth. 

Shaggy, Daphne, and Scooby followed Velma down a short ladder into a hole in the ground. The hole opened up into a small room, no more than 6x6x4 feet and supported by an impeccably designed wooden framework. There were dusty trinkets on shelves mounted to the walls, molded books on the ground, and some miscellaneous documents on the floor. 

“Like, what is this place? It looks like no one’s been down here in 100 years.”

“Fifty-five years to be precise. The last time I was down here was three years before we visited the witch’s swamp. No one knew about this but me.” Velma picked up a dusty beaker and then set it back down immediately. “Fine. You’re right. We actually experienced time travel somehow. Now we need to figure out how to get back.” 

“I think we have more basic concerns than that, Velma. Food, water, clothes, somewhere to sleep. Clearly none of our family is still here. We could try the Jones’,” Daphne said with a gentleness in her voice that hadn’t previously been there. She must have realized Velma was an inch from a breakdown. 

“Tomorrow,” Velma responded. She laid her sweater on the cool earth, laid down, and curled into a ball. “It’s after midnight. We need to sleep.” 

“Rown here?” Scooby protested. 

“Like, sorry, Scoob. It’s all we got.” 

In the morning, the reality of their situation set in a little bit more. The light of day made the differences all the more noticeable. Coolsville might as well have been a completely new city The Gang had never lived in. 

“Okay, we need a plan,” Velma stated flatly after they crawled out of their hole. “Money, a place to stay, IDs, food --”

“Like, yeah, food,” Shaggy sighed wistfully.

“Any ideas?” Velma finished. 

“I could try my bank account, though it’s probably closed by now,” Daphne offered.

“We should all try our bank accounts,” Velma agreed. “And anyone who might be alive still.”

“Red Herring?” 

“Red Herring.” 

The first order of business, money, required The Gang to travel to the Coolsville Savings Bank on the east side of town. They walked through business with strange names, selling products they’d never heard of before. 

“What is ‘bubble tea’ and why is it $8?” Daphne asked. 

“Like, man, some of the food in this era seems fantastic,” Shaggy said. 

“I have no intention of getting used to this whatsoever,” Velma said. “We are getting home one way or another.”

Just as Daphne had thought, her bank account was long since closed. The bank teller informed her the Blakes had made a sudden move to the Cayman Islands some decades ago and hadn’t been seen or heard from since. 

Shaggy, knowing he had about $5 in his bank account at the time of their disappearance, was not feeling particularly hopeful. 

“Like, hello, ma’am, I’d like to make a withdrawal.”

“Do you have the account number,” the teller responded. 

“No, but it would be under Norville Rogers.”

The teller coughed and straightened up. “Excuse me, could you repeat that, please.”

“Norville Rogers, please.”

“Do you have an ID, sir?”

Shaggy pulled out his wallet and presented the teller with a 1967 California state driver’s license and smiled sheepishly. “I know this may not make a lot of sense, but --”

“Wait right there,” the teller said briskly. 

Shaggy widened his eyes at Daphne and Velma and tried to telepathically communicate something along the lines of Oh, shit, man! They’re gonna get the cops! Let’s make a run for it! But neither Daphne nor Velma moved an inch. 

Maybe 20 minutes later the teller returned with every higher-up in the bank on her tail, no police in sight. Several men in suits passed Shaggy’s ID around and glanced back and forth from the scrawny teenager and the card. 

The man in the fanciest suit handed the license back to Shaggy. “Can you please confirm the names of your parents.”

“Um, like, Paula and Colton Norville.”

“Can you please confirm the name of your dog?”

“Scoo...Scooby-Doo?”

“Prior to residing in Coolsville, California, where did you reside?”

“Plymouth, Massachusetts... Like, man, if my account is closed, just tell me and we’ll be on our way.”

“Can you please...” the man looked at a paper in his hand and cleared his throat. “Confirm the name of your coolest and most handsome uncle?”

“Uh, well, that’s a tough one... I have a lot of uncles... I guess I would have to say my uncle Albert. Shaggleford. Albert Shaggleford.”

“That is correct,'' the man responded. “You do not have an open bank account here at the moment but we are fully prepared to assist you with all your financial needs after you review this letter, Mr. Rogers.” The man in a suit handed Shaggy a trifold letter, sealed with a red wax stamp marked with a filigree ‘S’. The group of men collectively nodded and dispersed back into the bank. 

“I thought that old man was crazy,” remarked one man, just loud enough for Shaggy to overhear. 

Shaggy turned the letter over but there was no marking on it other than the wax seal. He handed the letter to Daphne and she immediately handed it back. “A creepy letter waiting for you fifty-two years after we went missing? Uh-uh. You open it.” 

The four walked outside and held their breath as Shaggy popped open the letter to reveal distinctive handwriting. 

May 19th, 1996

Shaggy, my boy!

If you’re reading this then I suppose you’ve found yourself in a bit of a predicament. When they told me you and Scooby and your friends went missing, I couldn’t believe it. Savvy, crime-solving sleuths such as yourselves, missing or kidnapped? Hogwash. I suspected something a tad more complex happened. More, shall we say, scientific? Supernatural? Same thing. 

Regardless, I do not believe we will be seeing one another again. I write this on my deathbed. Giant lobster man mortally wounded me, I'm afraid. 

I have made arrangements for you should you return after my demise. Please find your way to the address listed below. All arrangements have been made, including access to the Shaggleford trust. I do wish I could answer more of your questions but like you, I truly do not know what happened on December 6th, 1969. 

I wish you luck navigating a new decade (possibly a new millennia!). 

With love, 

Dr. Albert Shaggleford

2010 Crystal Cove Ln

Coolsville, CA 95401

Gate passcode: 12061969

Ring (555) 427-1932

Shaggy handed the letter to Daphne wordlessly and she read it to herself, her eyes widening at the particularly strange parts. 

Velma handed the letter back to Shaggy. "I don't know where that address is but we need to check on Fred and speak to Red Herring before we do anything else. This is becoming stranger by the minute."

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[thef1nalcut]

God... I just wrote a sydger fanfic. But it's in Portuguese because I'm brazilian 😭👍

[luna9343-blog]

E.T. | Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers x OC

Marine veteran Steve Rogers is given a second chance on a new world, what will he do with that second chance?

Tsahiri the beautiful princess of the Na'vi clan, Omaticaya. She is said to be the clan’s next tsahìk, she must abide by the ways of her clan, but will the arrival of this bullheaded stranger change her fate? 

( This will be very similar to the Avatar movie, but with some changes and additions)

Steve Rogers in the place of Jake Sully

Tsahiri in the place of Neyriti

Tony Stark in the place of Parker Selfridge

Bruce Banner in the place of Norm

Natasha Romanoff in the place of Trudy

Thor as Tsu’tey

(All other characters are the same)

COMING SOON………

[cassiana-on-dark-side]

I happened to write, for a project in my own language, a mock diary of Ginger during PF's tour of Japan in '72. Would you be interested in reading it if I translated it?

[bygoneafternoons]

Your latest fic was so adorable🥺🥺 Roger and David are so cute together and imagining them doing soft slice of life things together, be it getting up together or buying underwear is really cute! But I wonder, what exactly does Roger keep with the socks in the fifth drawer that he's so embarassed about? 👀 Some fun things for him and David?

hey, thanks for reading! aren’t they the cutest? i really think it’s their differences that make them so unique as a pairing. and to be frank, i have plenty of visions of them doing “soft, slice of life” things together (especially the bits of life that are routine, like grocery shopping or going to the carwash, but it isn’t dull if you’re doing it with the love of the life by your side, right?). really, it’s about mustering the motivation and even courage to actually make those ideas come alive rather than keeping them in the abstract lol. little by little though.

and yes, about the mysterious contents in roger’s sock drawer… oh, y’know, just a few naughty playthings when they’re feeling a bit bold, a bit spicy. maybe a glass or two (or three) of wine might have something to do with it. that usually makes our beloved bassist pretty fiery and pink in the face. i like to think that david was stunned upon finding those dirty secrets for the first time underneath the socks. and amused when confronting the other about it! i also like to think that roger throws his timidity about those kinds of things out the window once the liquid courage starts warming him up. but anyway, i’ll leave the rest to your imagination :) again, thanks for reading!

[rogeriswater]

Chapter 39 reblog

Don't Leave Me Now

xxxix

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, more infidelity

~m.r~

I woke up quite early the next morning. The sun was just starting to rise up. The rays peeked through the slits in the curtains and they shined on Roger's face, highlighting his gorgeous features. He was still sleeping, slumped in the chair, arms crossed over his chest. I couldn't bring myself to wake him up. He looked so peaceful and cute when he was sleeping. The door to my room open and in walked a nurse with my breakfast. "Morning, Maggie!" She greeted me.

"Morning" I said back to her, sitting up on the bed. The nurse placed the tray of food in front of me. I was quite surprised. This actually looked like an appealing breakfast. "I have some good news for you, Maggie. Everything seems to be perfectly fine with Victoria, so we'll be bringing her into the room with you"

My eyes lit up. "Really?" Finally, I was going to be able to be with my baby.

"I'll let you eat, and I'll be back later with Victoria, and I'll go over breastfeeding with you" The nurse said. The minute she left the room, Roger woke from his slumber.

I smiled at him as I took a bite out of my toast. "Morning, lover"

Roger smiled at me. "Morning, sunshine" He reached over and took my hand in his. "How did you sleep?"

"Only reason I was able to sleep at all was because you were with me" I tell him. I let go of his hand and sat up in my bed. I reached for the other piece of toast on my food tray.

"Let me get it for you, darling" Roger insisted. He grabbed my toast and started spreading marmalade on it for me. "You need to rest up as much as possible"

"What about the rest of the tour?" I asked.

"We don't have very many shows left. I think you can handle sitting them out"

"But Roger--"

He clicked his tongue at me. "No buts. You have a baby to take care of now"

I pouted and crossed my arms like a bratty child. "Do you expect me to just not perform at all anymore?"

"Of course not, love" Roger said. "But you just had a baby. That's a tiring process for a woman. You need to rest and bond with the baby. Besides, next tour, Olivia will be here to look after Victoria when we can't"

"You need to bond with Victoria too"

"Not before you have a chance to bond with her first. The bond between a mother and a child is always more important than the one between a father and a child" Roger smiled sadly. "Believe me, I would know"

"You never got a chance to bond with your father" I said, putting my hand on his arm as a way to comfort him. "That's why it's important to me you get to be there for Victoria"

Roger's sad smile turned into a more genuine one. "Thanks, sunshine" He put the toast back on my plate. "Now, eat your breakfast. You need all the energy for Victoria"

"Don't you want to eat anything?" I asked him, pointing at my plate.

"That's your food" Roger got up from his chair. "I'll get my breakfast from the cafeteria"

"Please don't leave me" I begged him, reaching to grab his hand.

"I won't be more than ten minutes, I promise" Roger kissed my forehead and let go of my hand before leaving the room to go to the cafeteria.

...

Thankfully, after Roger left, I wasn't alone for much longer. The nurse from before had brought Victoria into the room with me. Finally, I was with my baby. The nurse gave me my baby girl to hold. Her eyes were even open. "Hi, little angel" I cooed to my daughter. She grinned a toothless grin at me and looked right into my eyes. Her eyes, there was a familiarity about them. A familiarity about Roger. Those were his eyes. I knew right then and there that Victoria was definitely his little girl.

The nurse said she'd return to teach me all about breastfeeding. Just as the nurse left, I had another visit. It was my sister. "Ronnie, isn't she the most precious thing you've ever seen?" I gush to my sister about my daughter.

Ronnie smiled as she sits in the chair that was previously occupied by Roger. "She's beautiful, pup. Just like her mum"

"Her eyes, Ronnie" I said. "They're Roger's eyes. Victoria is definitely his baby, and I don't need a DNA test to tell me that"

"Let's just hope Billy is dumb enough to not notice" Ronnie huffed. "You should know I brought him with me. He's on his way to the room"

"You brought him!?" I wanted to yell but I didn't want to scare Victoria. "Why would you do that?"

"You're still his wife and he should have been here for you last night" Ronnie said. "And whether you like it or not, he's going to have to play father to Victoria, at least until you divorce him"

At that very moment, the door opened and Billy walked in. "Hi" He greeted quietly, almost as if he was afraid to strike a nerve with me. Though, he was already way past that. His eyes fell to the baby in my arms. "Is that her?" He asked as a smile grew on his face.

"This is Victoria" I told him, pushing my anger at Billy aside. "Your daughter" It almost hurt to say that, but this was a charade that I was going to have to play for quite sometime. "Would you like to hold her?"

"Really?" Billy's eyes lit up. "You mean that?" Honestly, it kind of warmed my heart to see how excited he was about Victoria. Maybe Billy wasn't going to be such a bad father after all. I held her out to him and he gently took her from me. He smiled down at Victoria as he held her. "Look at you! Aren't you a precious jewel?" He cooed to her. I heard Victoria giggling at him. "You look just like mummy!"

Ronnie gave me an amused smirk. "He's even dumber than I thought" She whispered to me. I had to stifle in my laughter.

The door opened again. Roger returned with a tray of food. "Sorry it took so long, sunshine, but the queue in the cafeteria was longer than I thought it was going to be" Roger took notice of Billy. I could see the anger flashing in his eyes, but he held back his tongue. For my sake, and for Victoria's. "Billy"

"Roger" Billy nodded at him, remaining civil with him. "I want to thank you for staying with Maggie last night"

"It was nothing, really" Roger shrugged.

"No, no, I mean it" Billy said. "I was an idiot for getting drunk last night and in turn I miss the birth of my daughter" Roger's jaw ticked when Billy called Victoria "his" daughter, but luckily, Billy didn't notice that. "Just, thanks for being here with her so she wasn't alone." He turned to look at me. "Hey Maggie, why don't we make Roger the godfather?"

My eyebrows raised in surprise. Roger looked stunned. "I'm surprised you didn't suggest anyone from your family" I said to Billy.

"Well, you and I both know they won't be very interested in Victoria" Billy said.

"Well what about me?" Ronnie spoke up. "Or Lee and Ginny?"

"Well you're already aunts and uncle to Victoria" Billy explained. "Look, I'm shocked I suggested Roger too, considering we never quite got along, but he proved himself last night. If something ever happened, at least I know Roger will be there" He turned to Roger again. "So, what do you say, Roger? Will you be the godfather to Victoria, and Judy the godmother?"

Roger looked to me, as if he waited to see what I wanted. I just nodded at him. "Well, I would have to discuss it with Jude but I'm sure she'd love to, so yeah, I'll be the godfather to Victoria"

...

The nurse eventually returned to get me started on breastfeeding Victoria. Ronnie and Roger left the room to give us privacy. Victoria latched onto me pretty easily and quickly. This felt nice, feeding her like this. I could see why Ginny gushed about it when she breastfed Bobby. "Maggie, there's something I gotta say to you" Billy said.

"Please don't start arguing with me, Billy" I told him. "Not now"

"No, no. I just want to say that I'm really going to start to be a better man. For you, for Victoria" Billy began to promise me. I was on the fence of whether or not to believe him. I had heard this spiel before and nothing. "I've hurt you...badly, and I take full responsibility for that"

"Wow, Billy" I was honestly really shocked to hear him say that. I really didn't know how else to respond to him "I really don't know what to say right now"

"I don't expect you to say anything" Billy stood up from his chair and he walked over to me. He put his hand to my cheek. "I love you, Maggie, more than anything else in this world. I hope even after everything I put you through, you still love me too"

And like a mouse looking for cheese, I get a little too close to the trap and it snaps shut. "Oh, Billy" I said like a lovesick teenager. "Of course I still love you"

Billy smiled, now grabbing my hand and bringing it up to his lips so he could kiss it. "Will you still renew our vows with me?"

"Yes, I will" I say, squeezing his hand affectionately. "We'll start planning it when I return home from tour"

"About that" Billy starts to say, and I could already tell I would not like where this is going. "Maybe you should come home early"

I give him a look. "Why would I do that?"

"Well because you just had our daughter and you need to rest"

"Billy, come on, there's only one more date"

"So then you won't be missing much" I knew it wouldn't be long before I started feeling anger at Billy again. "I'll be talking to Steve when I get back to the hotel today"

"You know, any decision about me, has to be run by Roger first" Even Rourkie knew that, and I knew Roger wouldn't stand for it.

Billy sighed. "I never understood that. It's like Roger has control over you" I had to stop myself from scoffing. Billy was sure one to talk.

"Roger doesn't control me" I spoke up. "No one does, especially not you" Just then, Victoria started making little noises, indicating that she was done feeding.  I put my breast away and bring Victoria closer to my face. I give her soft forehead a gentle kiss, and then touch it with mine. "My little angel" I coo to her. I was going to be a much better mum to her than mine ever was to me. "Mummy loves you so much"

"And daddy does too" Billy said.

At that moment, the nurse walked into the room. "You guys make such a lovely family!" She gushes. "And I have some good news, Maggie. You'll be leaving with Victoria today"

Hearing the nurse say that sent so much joy through me. "You hear that, little angel?" I coo to Victoria. "You get to meet your aunts and uncles today!"

...

I walked through the front doors of the hotel, carrying Victoria in the bassinet the hospital gave to me. I could immediately spot Lindy and Juliette waiting anxiously in the lobby. Ronnie must have told them I was coming back after I phoned her just before I left the hospital. "Lin! Julie!" I called to them.

"Mags!" Juliette called back to me as both girls walked over to me. Her eyes are immediately drawn to the bassinet. "Is this the little one?"

"I would like you girls to meet Victoria Francesca Wa--" I caught myself when I realized I was about to say Roger's last name. Thankfully, I don't think either Lindy or Juliette noticed. "Robinson"

"She's so precious!" Lindy cooed. She looked at me, silently asking for permission if she could touch Victoria. I nodded. Lindy gently ran her finger along Victoria's tiny little arm. "Hi Victoria, I'm your Aunt Lindy!"

"And I'm your Aunt Juliette!" Victoria glanced between both of them and grinned. "Oh, she's so cute!" Juliette couldn't help but gush. "You better be careful when you introduce her to Judy"

"Why's that?" I asked. It made me panic for a moment. Could they see that she looked like Roger?

"Judy loves babies and children" Lindy explained. "You ever let Judy hold Victoria, you might just not ever get her back"

"Where are the boys?" I asked. "I want them to meet Victoria"

"They're all up in mine and Nick's room" Lindy explained. And with that, the three of of us began making our way up to the room, of course, with my little Victoria in tow.

...

As soon as we got to the room, Lindy knocked on the door before opening it. "Knock, knock!" She announced, catching everyone's attention. "Guess who's back from the hospital? And she brought someone for you all to meet!"

"Everyone, this is Victoria" I said, holding up her bassinet. "The newest member of our family"

"Congratulations Maggie!" Rick was the first to say. "How does it feel knowing that you're now a mum?"

"I'm still trying to wrap my head around it honestly" I said. "Every time I look at Victoria, I swear I feel like I'm in a dream"

"You're going to be a wonderful mum, Maggie" David assured me. "We all know it"

I placed the bassinet on the bed. "Don't be shy. Come and introduce yourselves to her. She's been dying to meet her uncles" I step away from Victoria so I can let the boys come up and meet her.

After Nick is finished meeting her, he walks over to me. "So be honest with me. She's Roger's, isn't she?"

"And how did the great Sherlock Holmes figure that one out?" I asked him.

"She looks just like him" Nick says with a smile. "Only not as ugly"

I lightly smack Nick on the arm. "Roger isn't ugly!"

He begins to laugh. "I'm just teasing, Mags"

"I'm just glad Billy thinks she looks like me" I said. "But I don't know I'm gonna do when Victoria gets older and more of Roger's features start to show"

"One word, Maggie" Nick says, slinging his arm over my shoulder. "Divorce"

...

Billy was off doing something so I took the opportunity to invite Roger my room. Victoria slept in her bassinet beside my side of the bed. Roger and I were cuddled together on the bed. My head rested on his chest and I listened to the gentle sound of his heart beating. He had his arms wrapped around me while he petted my hair. "We made a beautiful baby, Roger" I said quietly.

"She gets all the beauty from you, sunshine" Roger said.

"I think she gets it from you, my love" I tell him. "She looks just like you, after all"

Roger sighs and lets go of me. He gets off the bed and walks over to the mirror. "I don't think we're talking about the same person. Look at me." He pointed at himself in the mirror. "I'm the furthest thing from beautiful"

I get off of the bed, carefully being mindful of Victoria. I walk over to Roger. I gaze at him in the mirror. Sure, Roger didn't look like the average man. He was better. He looked like an angel. My arms wrap him and I rest my head against his arm. "If only you saw what I see, Roger" I say softly. "You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my entire life"

Roger smiles at me. He puts his hands over mine. "You know, every time you say that to me, I start believing it just a little more" He says.

I smile back at him. "Then maybe I should tell it to you every day"

He chuckles, showing off that grin I loved so much. "I wouldn't mind hearing it every day" He turned around so he was facing me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. "I love you, darling"

I reach up to caress his face. "I love you too, my sweet" The both of us start leaning in, ready to kiss each other, but we have to break away when we hear the door opening. Both Billy and Rourkie walk in the room.

"Roger, good you're here as well" Billy says, not seeming angry about the fact that he was alone in the room with me. "Maggie, I was having a talk with Steve and we both came to a mutual agreement"

I crossed my arms as I looked at Billy. "And what agreement was that?"

Rourkie spoke up. "We both think it's best if you go home early."

"What? No!" I protested. I turned to Roger. I knew he would stick up for me. "Roger, tell them that I don't need to do that."

Roger rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I actually agree with them."

"What!?"

"Sunshine, you need plenty of rest, and time with the baby. Besides, we only have one show left anyways."

Rourkie clapped his hands together. "Great! We all agree then. Maggie, you'll be leaving first thing tomorrow to return home with Billy and Victoria"

"This is for the best" Billy added. Then, he left the room with Rourkie as they further discussed things.

Once they were gone, I turned to Roger and smacked him on the arm, though I didn't do it too hard. "Ow!" He yelped, touching the spot where I smacked him. "What was that for!?"

"Why didn't you argue with them into letting me stay?" I asked him.

"Because you need your rest." Roger says. "And Victoria needs your full attention"

"She needs you too" I told him. "You are her father after all"

Roger gave me a sad smile. "I know, but Billy has to be the father for now, as much as it pains me to say that. And it does seem like he has Victoria's best interests at heart"

"But I can't leave you"

"I know, darling" Roger put his hand to my face. "I won't be gone for long. I'll be back home by the end of the month. Do you think you can go that long without seeing me?"

I sighed and nodded. "I'm going to have to"

He leaned in and gently kissed my lips. "I'll be back before you know it"

...

Billy, Victoria, and I made it back home. I was already missing Roger but the end of the month was nearing so I would see him soon. As soon as we pulled up outside our house, Judy came running out from hers and Roger's. "Maggie!" She called out to me. "You're back!"

I turned to face her. "Hi Jude"

"Roger called me earlier and told me the good news" She said. I saw her trying to peek in the bassinet. "Is it true?"

I nodded. "Why don't you come inside so you can meet her?" Judy agreed and so she followed me into the house.

Billy was already inside talking with Olivia. As soon as Olivia saw me, she spoke. "It's really true? You and Billy had the baby!?" She came up to me. "Oh let me see her! Let me see her!"

I giggled. "Okay, okay!" I put Victoria's bassinet down and picked her up out of it. "Olivia, Judy, I'd like you both to meet Victoria"

"Oh, isn't she just the most precious thing!" Olivia gushed over her.

When Judy looked at Victoria, she had an expression on her face that I couldn't quite read. "She's beautiful, Maggie. You must be proud" She said.

"I am. Would you like to hold her?" I asked Judy.

"Maybe some other time" She said. "I have things at home I need to do. Do you mind if I borrow Billy for a bit to help me?"

"Yeah, that's fine" I said. I turned to my husband. "You're fine with helping Judy, yeah?"

"Oh, uh," Billy paused as he looked over at Judy. "Yeah, I don't see why not" The two of them left together to go do whatever they were going to do next door. My mind left to wander about what Billy and Judy were going to do being alone together. Why did it make me nervous?

"Can I hold her?" Olivia spoke up, knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, of course" I said, passing Victoria over to Olivia.

~j.t~

I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity when Maggie showed off Victoria. Don't get me wrong, she was a beautiful baby and I was happy for Maggie and Billy. She was as sweet as babies could get. It's just that when I saw Victoria, it felt like I was looking at one of Roger's baby pictures for some reason. I was probably imagining things though.

"So, what did you need help with?" Billy asked me suddenly.

"Oh, just need some help packing up some of my pottery" I told him. Really, it was something I could've done on my own, but I just wanted to be near Billy again.

I brought Billy into the shed which I used as a pottery studio. The two of us got to packing away all the pottery. "You're looking good" Billy told me, and I couldn't help but blush.

"Thanks. So are you"

"How's everything going with Roger?"

Should I really tell him how miserable I've been feeling in this marriage? I love Roger, don't get me wrong, but the intimacy we had before is all gone. He won't even touch me anymore let alone have any sort of sex with me. "I shouldn't really talk behind his back" I said.

"Whatever you tell me, stays between us" Billy assured me. "From one married person to another"

"Well, we haven't made love in ages" I spilled. "And the last time we tried, Roger just gave up. It's like I couldn't satisfy him anymore"

"You know, the last time I made love to Maggie, she seemed bored with me, and that was well over seven months ago before her pregnancy really started to show" I explained.

I had no idea that Billy and I were in the same situation. Both of us were in sexless marriages, doubting if our spouse even loved us anymore. "Do you doubt if Maggie still loves you anymore?" I had to ask him.

The frown on Billy's face told me everything I needed to know. "I tell myself that she does love me, but sometimes, I really don't know. And it's hard because I love her so much, and I don't want to lose her"

"That's how I feel with Roger" I tell him. "I honestly do love him, but it's like I can't even talk to him much because he's so engrossed with his music"

"Did you and Roger ever discuss having children?"

I scoffed at that. "I don't think Roger even wants any children, and even if he did, I can't ever seem to get pregnant"

"I'm hoping Victoria makes things better between Maggie and I" Billy sighs. "That sounds selfish, doesn't it? Hoping a baby will fix things between me and my wife?"

I shake my head. "Not at all. I'm sure a lot of troubled couples that have kids feel that way" There was one question I was dying to ask Billy, but I wasn't sure if I should ask it or not. Mostly because I was sure I wouldn't like his answer. But, I decided to ask him anyways. "Billy, do you ever think that Maggie and Roger are having an affair together?"

"No" Billy tried to deny, shaking his head. "They can't be"

"Don't lie to yourself, Billy" I said. "Have you seen the way they look at each other? Roger doesn't even look at me like that anymore"

"Judy, they are not!" Billy raised his voice slightly. "Maggie wouldn't do that to me" I decided to drop it as I could tell it was making him agitated hearing that. But that was fine, as I had something else on my mind now, and I was hoping that Billy would indulge me. I walked over to him and stood behind him, wrapping my arms around him. "Judy, no" He spoke quietly, but made no attempts to push me away.

"We need each other" I try to tell him. "We can satisfy each other's needs, because Roger and Maggie definitely aren't"

I could almost hear the cogs in Billy's brain turning. He was considering my words. "I've never had an affair before" He told me.

"Neither have I" I said. "But there's a first for everything"

"And it's just sex, right?"

"If that's what you want it to be"

"Okay then" He finally caved in.

I smiled and turned him around so that he was facing me. He made the first move and kissed me. It was so passionate. I hadn't been kissed like this in ages. When our lips parted, I took his hand in mine. "Come on, let's go to the bedroom" I enticed him.

"Lead the way" He encouraged with a smile. That was all I needed to take him to mine and Roger's bedroom. I had no guilt about being in the bed with another man. The bed that I shared with my husband. But I needed this. God, I needed this. And Billy made me feel so good, so wanted, and so loved.

~m.r~

I ended up falling asleep on the couch waiting up for Billy. I don't know what was taking him so long but whatever it was, it gave me enough time to have a decent nap. I woke up when I heard the front door open. I sat up and looked at my husband. "There you are" I said. "What took you so long?"

"I was helping Judy, remember?" Billy told me.

"Yeah, I know that. I thought you'd only be gone for an hour at most. Not four"

"Was I really gone for four hours?"

"Yes, you were" I got up from the couch and walked over to him. "I was thinking, it's been a while since we went out. Maybe we could to dinner?"

"But what about Victoria?" Billy asked me.

"That's why Olivia is the nanny" I reached for Billy's hand and squeezed it. "Please?"

He retracted his hand. "I'm too tired for dinner. You can go out though, treat yourself to something nice. You deserve it"

"But Billy—"

"I'm sorry Maggie. Maybe some other night, okay?" He said.

I sighed. "Okay" I at least tried to kiss him but he moved away from me. He didn't say another word to me as he went up to our bedroom. I left the house but I didn't leave for dinner. I made my way next door to talk to Judy.

...

I knocked on the door and waited for an answer. Judy opened the door and she smiled when she saw me. "Hi Maggie. Would you like to come in?" I accepted her invitation and stepped inside the house. "Would you like tea or anything?"

"No, Jude, that's fine" I said. "I actually wanted to know what you and Billy were doing. He was over here for four hours"

"He was helping me put away some of my pottery" Judy explained. "Roger was supposed to help me with it, but he obviously never got around to it"

I crossed my arms. "And that takes four hours?"

"Turns out I had some other things I needed help with too" Judy sat down at the dining room table. "How is Roger doing anyways?"

"He's fine. He misses you" I lied to her. Roger didn't miss her at all.

Judy faintly smiled. "I should've gone, shouldn't I? He probably thinks I'm a terrible wife"

I sat at the table with her and reached over to touch her hand. "He doesn't think that at all, Jude"

"But it's true" She retracted her hand. "I haven't been the most supportive wife lately and I should be"

"There's always the next tour"

Judy smiles at me. "Thank you, Mags. You're a really good friend" When she said that, my stomach sank with guilt. Here she was, calling me a good friend while I was hopelessly in love with her husband. "I gotta say, I was surprised when Roger called me and told me you'd be coming home early. I thought for sure he'd try to keep you longer"

I started panicking again. "Why do you say that?"

"You're his best friend, Maggie"

"He just wanted me to rest and relax. It's tiring giving birth to a baby"

"I hope I get to experience that joy someday" Judy said sadly.

"You will" I assured her. "If it makes you feel any better, you can watch Victoria any time you want"

Judy's eyes just lit up at that. "Oh, I would love to!"

"So, I was going to go out for dinner, but I don't want to dine by myself. Care to join me?" I asked her.

"Anything that gets me out of cooking" She said, to which the both of us started to laugh. Judy went to grab her coat and her purse, and then the two of us made our way out to have dinner.

...

When I got home from having dinner with Judy, Olivia was waiting up for me like a mother ready to scold her child for being out so late. "Olivia, what's wrong?" I asked her. "Is Victoria okay?"

"She's fine" Olivia told me. "Where were you?"

"Judy and I went out for dinner" I said.

"Why would you go to dinner with her?"

"What's wrong with me going out to dinner with a girlfriend?"

"Nothing at all. I'm just looking out for your marriage"

"Looking out for my marriage?"

Olivia sighed and started twiddling her fingers. "You may not see it, but I do. Judy is clearly in love with Billy, and I'm just saying, keep an eye on her otherwise you may end up losing your husband"

I stepped closer to Olivia and cupped her chin. "Olivia, you know I appreciate you and everything you do, but you let me worry about my marriage"

"I'm sorry, Miss Maggie. I just don't want what happened to my parents to happen to you. It was heartbreaking"

Oh Olivia, if only you knew what was truly going on. If only you knew what Billy had done to me. As much as there was that stupid part of me that wanted to hold on to my marriage with Billy, a bigger part of me was also hoping that he would find a reason to finally leave me. I can't be the one to leave him. God knows what he would do if I even tried. I truly did both love and hate my husband at the same time.

[romandaandromeda]

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[switchedandbewitched]

Switched and Bewitched

Chapter 3: Gosh That Takes Me Back... Or Forward

Read Chapters 1-7 on AO3!

“What -- and I cannot stress this enough - the fuck.” Daphne was staring at The Malt Shop with

utter disbelief. What had once been a cozy, cool place to hang out and kick back with the jukebox on had been clearly turned into a novelty restaurant. 

“Like, it’s okay, Daph. We can go somewhere else, we don’t have to go in there,” Shaggy said, taking Daphne by the shoulders and steering her away. 

Daphne pulled out of his grip. “No! It’s the only... the only place... we’re going to go in there and we’re going to like it.”

Velma, Shaggy, and Scooby exchanged a threeway nervous glance and Velma gestured towards the door. “After you.” 

“I’m sorry, but we don’t allow dogs in here,'' the host said. He raised his eyebrow at the state of The Gang. While Shaggy had a chance to change at the Shaggleford estate, Daphne and Velma still donned their filthy and somewhat torn clothing plus Shaggy’s arm was in a sling, Velma’s missing shoe had been replaced with an aircast for her sprain, and Daphne’s face had a large bandage covering something in the realm of 15 stitches. “But... we could seat you outside...”

The Gang agreed, despite the fact that Daphne looked as though she may burst into tears at any moment. 

“$18 for a burger?!” Velma cried. A few other patrons turned to look at her and she lowered her voice. “This is highway robbery.”

“Like, it doesn’t matter. I have money my uncle left us,” Shaggy said. “The real problem is this menu! No sardines anywhere.”

The server came over, a skinny teenager in a cheesy 50’s uniform. “Hiya folks, welcome to The Malt Shop, the most authentic nifty fifties experience in California. What can I get for you?”

“We'll take four cheeseburgers. Strawberry shakes, and fries," Velma said, handing all the menus back to the server. 

"Oh, and could you, like, throw some green olives on top of my shake?" Shaggy asked. 

"Um..." the kid stuttered and reached for the menus. "I'll ask the kitchen."

Velma wasted no time throwing the files from Red Herring down on the table and cracking them open. The contents ranged from articles posted immediately following the disappearance all the way to true crime pieces published in the last few years. Apparently the Coolsville 4 had their own History Channel documentary. She started by pulling out the photos of the crime scene and The Gang poured over them, studying every inch with French fries in hand and exceptionally terrible milkshakes. Everything was exactly how Red Herring described it: nothing beyond a bit of evidence from each of them was found in the swamp, and it wasn’t particularly helpful evidence, either. 

"Jinkies! I think it's a clue!" Velma exclaimed. 

"What is it?" Daphne asked. 

Velma pointed to the photo of Shaggy's ripped shirt piece. "Look there. It looks like Shaggy's shirt is caught on some sticks but if you look a little closer..." Velma grabbed the pen that was clipped to the folder and outlined a shape. "It's covered in mud and hardly noticeable but it looks like --" 

"Rold!"

"That's right. Scooby, it looks like Shaggy's shirt is caught on a gold... I can't tell...?" Velma responded. “Cna you?”

"Not me. So what does that mean?" Daphne asked. 

"I'm not sure yet."

"Like, maybe we could ask... my great great nephew or whatever. I know my uncle and I bet he has files just like these somewhere," Shaggy suggested. He tossed an olive into his mouth with gusto. "Like, we should probably head back soon anyway and see if they're done setting everything up.” 

Velma turned back to cast a longing glance at The Malt Shop and instead was met by a dirty look from the server. “I don’t know what his problem is,” Velma said. “We tipped ten percent!”

“Like, don’t worry about it,” Shaggy said. “Half the stuff here doesn’t make sense.”

“It sure would be nice to have the Mystery Machine,” Daphne lamented. “This whole walking all over town thing is making my feet hurt. I didn't exactly pack sensible shoes.”

The rest of the trek back to Shaggleford Estate passed in heavy silence. As time passed in 2022, The Gang grew increasingly uneasy about the likelihood of returning to 1969. Plus, with Fred in the hospital, morale was even lower. 

Upon return to the Estate, there were at least four cars in the driveway and the front door was ajar. Daphne pushed the door open with her fingertips and it swung back, nearly whacking what appeared to be an even ganglier, scruffier version of Shaggy (if that was possible) in business casual wear. 

“Oh!” Daphne cried. “Sorry!”

“No problem, ma’am,” the man said sheepishly. “It’s quite alright.” 

The Gang filed into the foyer.

“I’m T-Timothy Shagburg, Shaggy’s g-great-nephew,” the man informed them. “B-but please, call me T-Tim. You must b-be Shaggy, of course.” Tim turned to face Shaggy who was reeling at the uncanny resemblance. Tim did appear to be older than Shaggy but they shared a near identical build. Tim proceeded to hand Shaggy a manilla file folder. “And... you must be D-daphne, Velma, and Scooby.” Each one received their own folders. “I d-do b-believe I’m missing Fred Jones?” 

“Freddie’s in the hospital,” Daphne said. “He got hurt when... when we... left.”

“No, no, that won’t d-do. I will send a car to fetch him. He can stay here with round the clock care, if needed,” Timothy said. “Uncle Shaggleford provided strict instructions to start working on this project as soon as possible. Please review each of your folders.”

The Gang cracked open the folders and revealed IDs, debit cards, copies of the police report from their initial disappearance, instructions from Uncle Shaggleford, cover stories, and other miscellaneous documents. 

“Hey! They all have driver’s licenses and I have a “California State ID card’,” Velma protested. 

“Hmm.” Tim scrolled to Velma’s file on his tablet. “Ah, I see. It states here that you never received your d-driver’s license.”

“That was 52 years ago!”

“Well, like, Velma... that was also yesterday...” Shaggy said. 

“Regardless,” Time interrupted. “We will be taking you all for a d-driving lesson. The rules of the road are a little d-different than they were in 1969.”

“Like, what’s with the names? Casey Kasem? Sounds fake, man,” Shaggy said and held up his ID which read: Casey Kasem, DOB 03/04/2003, HGT  6’0, WGT 160 lbs, HAIR BRN, EYES BLK. 

“Stefanianna Christopherson is a bit of a mouthful. Am I supposed to remember that?” Daphne asked. Daphne’s new identity listed her 21st century birthdate as 09/30/2003, height as 5’7”, and weight as 130 lbs. “And I’m barely 125 pounds, thank you.”

“Please, Ms. Blake, Ms. Dinkley. We understand this is a very d-difficult time for you. We have set everything up as b-best as we can but there will be incon... incon... inconveniences.”

Daphne sighed and slid her license into her pocket. She missed home. 

“Now if you would all please follow me,” Tim said and began walking towards the basement door. “We have put together a presentation to assist with acclimation.” Tim opened the door and gestured to the well-lit staircase with a flourish. 

Velma sat back on her overstuffed leather office chair. “Nine eleven.”

“Yes,” Timothy said. He picked up a remote off the table and clicked a button. The projector screen began to roll back up into the ceiling. 

“I really did not see that coming with Nixon,” Daphne said. 

“Hey, like, at least gay marriage is legal now...” Shaggy’s attempt to lighten the mood was unsuccessful. It was possible The Gang had just witnessed the most depressing series of powerpoints, videos, and documentary clips in history. 

“Perhaps this will cheer you up,” Tim said and called someone into the room over his earpiece. A woman in a business suit appeared and nodded at The Gang. Her appearance, though professional, was somewhat diminished by messy hair clipped back away from her face and uneven bangs. 

The woman pushed her glasses up her nose. “Sir.” 

“This is Marcie Fleach, our head of IT and Cyber Security. Marcie, d-do g-give them their cellphones, please.” Tim wrung his hands together nervously.

Marcie set a black briefcase on the table and popped it open. Inside were brand new smartphones, which The Gang only recognized as the rectangles everyone seemed to have their noses glued to. 

“Rike, ro I ret one, roo??” Scooby asked. 

“I’m afraid not, Scooby. B-but I’m sure Shaggy will b-be happy to share. Please consult the calendar in your phones for all important meetings and appointments. The g-goal is to minimize your conspicuousness as much as possible.”

Velma hesitantly unlocked the phone at the instruction of Marcie and navigated to the calendar app. It was filled with all sorts of stuff: Thursday weekly debrief, Scooby Vet Appt, 9am 21st Century Lessons (daily), Driving Lessons, Trap Engineering and Design (Fred), Smart Technology Skills (Velma), and the list went on. 

“Um, I would love to learn about modern computers but this is a little...” Velma trailed off. 

“A little structured, don’t you think?” Daphne asked. 

“Like, we usually just go with the flow, man,” Shaggy finished. 

“Rith re row,” Scooby agreed, nodding. 

“Yes, of course, b-but in order to maintain the integrity of the project, or mystery as you all would say, we need to keep on t-track,” Tim argued, but retained an anxious tone. 

“What exactly is the ‘project’?” Velma asked. 

“To figure out time travel, of course,” Tim said. 

“While we do have a mystery on our hands, Mr. Shagburg, the mystery for us is not how we got here -- It’s how we get home. If we find out how we got here incidentally, that is a phenomenal scientific feat but really we just want to go home to 1969,” Velma said. 

“Velma, I’m not sure you fully understand the scientific ramifications of this event!” Tim urged. “Nothing like this has ever b-been recorded in history! We could solve some of the b-biggest questions in the universe!” Tim’s voice became more forceful as he went on and The Gang shifted uneasily at the change in demeanor. 

The Gang looked at each other. What would happen if they said no? As it stood, everything was being provided for them by the Shaggleford trust. 

Velma smiled, uncomfortable. “You’re correct, Mr. Shagburg. The scientific implications of us traveling through time are massive. Which is why we are going to request our schedule open up just a bit in order to support us looking for clues and solving this mystery. Plus, it wouldn’t feel right to continue without Freddie.”

“Quite right, Velma. Fred should be here any moment. His room has b-been set up on the first floor with a nurse. Shaggy, you have b-been moved upstairs. I hope you d-don’t mind.”

“Anything for Freddie. Like, he’s one of my best buds,” Shaggy said.

“Tomorrow we will handle the next order of b-business... finding out what really happened to you out in the swamp. However, I'm sure you're all quite t-tired and could use some rest."

The Gang made no arguments there, they were exhausted. They made their wait up to their bedrooms in a slow trickle. Each room was more or less the same: a dresser filled with their regular clothes, an empty closet, a desk, a bookshelf with some of the best reads from the last fifty years, and, most importantly, huge king beds with fluffy pillows and a stack of blankets.

Around midnight Velma heard someone knock gently on her door. Click. It began to creep open and Velma tensed in her bed, pulling the covers to her chin. Intruders don’t typically knock first, you scaredy cat, she told herself sternly.

“Like, Velma?” 

She relaxed into her pillow. “Shaggy, you scared me half to death!” In the moonlight Velma could see Scooby charge towards the bed. He licked her face a few times and then settled in next to her. Shaggy closed the door quietly and sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

He sighed. “Like, I don’t... I don’t know. I think there’s something wrong with me. Man, I think this whole time travel thing really messed me up.” He sniffled quietly. 

Velma rubbed her eyes and sat up, sliding her glasses on her face. “What do you mean? Do you feel sick? Are you injured?’

“No, no, I feel... I feel fine. Like, my shoulder still hurts but... It’s... something else. You’ll think I’m crazy,” Shaggy replied. There were tears now, steadily streaming down his face. 

Velma slid her hand over his shoulder. “Shaggy, I believe that ‘crazy’ has left the building. This whole thing has shown me that anything is scientifically possible, even if we can’t even conceptualize it yet. Hit me with it.”

“I’m seeing things... Well, like, not seeing things. More like I’m remembering things, but they never happened. Sometimes it’s monsters I’ve never seen and sometimes it’s people or places I’ve never met or been to. Like, I don’t understand. It feels so real. And you’re there too... and Scooby, and Fred, and Daphne, and sometimes others and they, like, seem like our friends. But, again, I’ve never met them.” Shaggy finished his confession with another sigh and jumped off the bed to pace around the room. 

“Jinkies,” Velma said. “It’s happening to me, too. Tell me what you’re seeing.” Velma gingerly picked up her phone and opened the notes app Marcy had shown her. Pen and paper would have been preferred, of course, but Timothy had not yet provided The Gang with much other than their folders and cellphones.

Shaggy closed his eyes and described the images that floated through his brain with as much detail as he could. First, The Gang was running from a giant Yeti but that melted away to Chinatown on New Year’s Eve. A face Shaggy didn’t recognize flashed before him and he mentally clawed at it, trying to hold onto it for another moment. It was a little boy in a yellow sweatshirt, but Shaggy still had no idea who it was. For a moment, he didn’t even know who he was, as he watched himself, dressed in a red shirt and blue pants, turn into a horrifying monster. The image shattered as a high pitched voice yelled “Scrappy Dappy Doo!” in his brain. A town sign drifted into view: Crystal Cove. 

Shaggy shook his head. “Zoinks, like Velma I can’t do this anymore. I ... I can’t.. I want to go home.” 

“It’s alright, Shaggy. I have a theory. I’m seeing similar... visions... but also different ones. I can remember us in Hawai’i, chasing a witch doctor, for example and a woman turning into a vampire.”

“That, like, doesn’t ring a bell.” 

“Crystal Cove, though, I remember that, too. I see Crystal Cove High School. We’re all there, you, me, Fred, Daphne. We’re, um, we’re dating --”

“Dating? But like --”

“-- Yeah, I know. As I said, I have a theory. We need to talk to Fred and Daphne before I can form a complete hypothesis, and -- Hey, what about you, Scooby-Doo?” 

“Rike, rat rabout re?” Scooby mumbled, mostly asleep in bed. 

“Do you remember anything weird or wrong?” Shaggy asked. “Something that hasn’t really happened yet?”

“Ri remember rappy. rand ra raveman! I ron't remember ranything relse.” 

“A caveman?” Shaggy asked. 

“That can’t be right,” Velma said, brow furrowed. 

“Like, crazy left the building, right Velma?” 

Velma shook her head. “It’s late. Fred needs rest and Daphne is worried sick. I’m not going to wake them up unless you are.”

“Me either, but, like, Velma?”

Velma laid back down and pulled the covers up. Scooby snuggled up to her back, nearly as long as she was tall. “Yes?”

“Can I sleep in here tonight?”

“If you hog the covers then I’m pushing you out of this bed.”

“Like, understood.”

Read Chapters 1-7 on AO3!

[simply-calidreamer]

Fan fiction got me through this year. Went through so so many highs and lows. Thank you to all the tumblr writers you guys brighten up my days. 💖

Have a safe holidays y’all

Thank you

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[buckysxgal]

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[malertop]

Steve Rogers x TonyStarkSon!Male Reader

THE WHINY ACCIDENT

Gif is not mine!

Genre: Smut

Warnings?: bad bad bad writing,since english aint my first language and this is like my fourth or fifth fanfiction the writing may or just isn't the best..or great!,please forgive me if it's just BAD.

1 PM: MONDAY

"Are you sure you're ready for this Y/N?" Tony Stark asked.Tony Stark was and is known as the one and only Iron Man but also as a highly intelligent playboy who is also a billionaire man."Yes dad,can you calm down now and just trust me!" Y/N said.Y/N Stark is the son of Tony Stark and the big brother of their second child named Morgan Stark.Y/N Stark is a smart guy just like his father,but one thing that made him special is that he was gifted with powerful magic,and because he was ready to do anything to save people.Y/N magic was something powerful,so of course he had to join the Avengers but what happened is that he got a super big crush on the leader of the Avengers who is also known as the one and only Captain America a.k.a Steve Rogers."Oh c'mon,this is dangerous and you're just a kid,MY KID.I am sorry that I am worried for my son's safety!" Tony said dramatically again,scared and worried for his son's first actual dangerous mission "Dad oh my god don't worry I am going to be just fine!" Y/N insisted,he tried telling his dad for the 50x time probably already that he is going to be okay "Okay no,I am done!" Tony said as he put his hands in the air "What do you mean now?" Y/N said as he rolled his eyes as he sighted "I am sending Steve with you so he can watch you." Tony said with a serious voice and face "...I AM NOT A KID!" Y/N said as he yelled "ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Y/N yelled in his mind "GOD PLEASE TELL ME HE IS JOKING!PLEASE PLEASE DAD TELL ME YOUR JOKING,I CAN'T BE WITH HIM ALONE" "Oh you are a kid kiddo,you're my kid and i don't want anything bad to happen to you." Tony said as he pointed at me as I just gave up.As I looked up I saw him starting to walk towards the door "Where are you going?" Y/N asked him as Tony turned to face the kid "Where else do you think?,You know what just stay here and wait." Tony said as he opened the door and then left.After 20 minutes Tony came back but with someone Y/N didn't exactly expected to see right at the moment "Okay Steve are you sure your fine with going with him?" Tony said before entering the door,with Steve next to him "I got no problem with that,and we can get along kind of more" Steve said with a smile "Are you saying you want to be friends with my son?" Tony asked as he pointed at Steve "what wait n-" as Steve started to panic Tony interrupted him "just kidding,I don't care" Tony said as he opened the door and let himself and Captain America enter where they saw Y/N already sleeping on his chair since as a hero he didn't had much time to sleep.

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7 PM: MONDAY

"Okay I am going to take a shower..." Steve said quietly as he put you in a bed "this kid is really heavy,I am really swea-" but as Steve was staying he noticed something that caught his eyes immediately,his eyes winded as he saw Y/N's bulge through his pants,he started to slowly move his hands towards Y/N's bulge as you were sleeping,just wanting to feel it but stopped himself and instantly backed away "okay Steve...just go to the shower." he said quietly as blush appeared on his face,he instantly rushed towards the bathroom leaving Y/N's unconscious body on the bed.

7:15 PM: MONDAY

"ugh" Y/N mumbled as he started to open his eyes.Seeing the light hurted his eyes for a bit but then his eyes got used to the lights,he got up and started looking at the room wondering where he is "where am I?..." Y/N said confused as he started walking but then bumped into a person "Oh your awake kid?" Steve said as he stood In front of Y/N,his perfect body still being wet and dripping some water,his big pecs which are better than any tits,his abs,his muscular arms,and the towel that was the problem right now because it was the only thing he was wearing."Oh-I-" "oh my god oh my god,please please stop i am going to get hard" Y/N stood there with blush on his face,frozen and not being able to say anything while standing in front of the muscular adult "M/N?...are you okay?" Steve asked as he put his hand on Y/N's shoulder,Y/N turned his head looking down and seeing he is starting to get turned on,Steve noticed Y/N looking down and he decided to see what he was looking at,he slowly turned his head down just to see Y/N's cock jumping and twitching through his pants,he instantly turned his head up and saw Y/N looking at him "...Did I make this?" Steve asked as he touched the bulge which made Y/N flinch for a second.

Steve looked at the shorter young boy who was blushing and all shy,Y/N couldn't move or do anything,and Steve couldn't risk what he desired,to get dumb fucked by the boy.Steve started to stroke the cock through the boy pants as he kept looking at him "tell me Y/N..do you want to have some fun,since some people think i am boring..but i can make real fun~" Steve said with a seductive voice as he kneeled down to the floor,seeing the boy face clearly made him even more turned on by the situation that he and the boy was in right now."W-What kind of fun?.." Y/N said stuttering while watching the older men that was on the floor stroking his dick through the pants,"oh you will see~" Steve said and instantly took down the pants revealing Y/N's big cock,the guy didn't even wait a second and took the dick inside his mouth,making himself already gag on it.Y/N moaned from the unexpected move Steve made as Steve started to give the shorter guy a blowjob.A gag after another fag followed from the older guy and moan and moan from the younger guy,Y/N couldn't help it but grab Steve's hair and push himself deep inside of his throat making the older men choke,Steve rolled his eyes as saliva was all around Y/N's cock.Y/N throw Steve to the ground as Steve began breathing for air,Y/N grabbed him by the hair and threw him on the bed as the towel fell."So Captain was a little bitch huh..then let me handle you like one~" Y/N said as he grabbed Steve's legs and pulled them towards him,splitting them apart wide open and looking at the breathing shaved white soft hole "W-Wait M/N it may not fit without prep-" "Don't worry Steve..your saliva made my cock wet enough to be used as a lube~" as Y/N said that he spit in his hand and brought it towards Steve's hole,he felt the soft skin of the older male turning him on even more as he couldn't wait anymore.

*slap* a slap was heard,Y/N slapped his hole teasing the older men with his dick as he watched the expression "Please M/N..just put inside of me already!~" Steve begged as he couldn't wait anymore,Steve was needy and that was well known for anyone now."What if it doesn't fit,Captain?" Y/N teased "then either we or I will make it fit" Steve teased back as he made Y/N blush,after hearing those words Y/N instantly put his whole cock inside of Steve's hole which made his eyes go wide open as he moaned by the unexpected move.Steve became a mess as Y/N thrusted more and more "Oh yeeeessss!" Steve said as he moaned "Destroy my hole M/!N,~~" Steve moaned as his hole was getting destroyed "Fuckkking god!~~~" Steve cursed out of enjoyment "What happened Captain,i thought we should watch our language and not curse?" Y/N teased as he continued to thrust every second,his balls hitting Steve's ass,his cock being buried inside of his whore hole "T-The language doesn't matter n-now~~" Steve said with cracks in his voice,Y/N started thrusting faster as Steve act like himself anymore "you like that Captain,making you my little bitch?" Y/N teased with a smirk as the slaps could be heard from miles away "yeeeeeesss~~" Steve said as his eyes rolled back which suprised Y/N making him stop for a second "wait why...why did you stop?" Steve asked as his eyes we're making eye contact with Y/N "i-" "Please M/N don't stop,look what you did to me already~" Steve cut Y/N off,as he finishes his sentence Y/N looked down at his hole and for a second pulled out revealing the wrecked hole of the older man "see..so-so don't stop!~" Steve said with smile and the next second his eyes rolled "Fuck yeah that pussy!" Y/N said as he shove his whole cock inside of Steve's hole and began thrusting again but faster than ever,slaps could be heard miles away as they were made every 1 second "FUCK M/N DESTROY MY LITTLE PUSSY~!!" Steve loudly moaned as he put his hands on Y/N's back "DESTROY MY PUSSY M/N,OWN IT,MAKE ME NOTHING BUT A MESS!" Steve continued as Y/N started to feel himself getting close "PLEASE M/N JUST MAKE ME YOUR BITCH AND OWN ME ALREADY,JUST DESTROY MY LITTLE CUNT AND O-OH-OHH FUCKK~!" Steve finished his sentence with eye rolling again as Y/N hit his spot "RIGHT THERE!,RIGHT THERE M/N! GAPE MY PROSTATE AND MAKE ME YOUR TOY~!" Steve moaned "fuck S-Steve..I..I am feeling really close~" "CUM INSIDE ME M/N!,PLEASE FILL THE INSIDES OF MY PUSSY~!" as Steve finished his begging that made Y/N completely out of control "fuck you pussy is sucking my dick S-So bad!~" Y/N said as he did his final thrust,cum started filling up Steve's soft wrecked hole.

1 PM: WEDNESDAY

"I am so proud of you son" Tony said as he hugged Y/N who of course hugged back,after like 1 minute Tony finally pulled back and looked at Y/N "you grow up so fast,just like how fast you were able to defeat them" Tony smiled "Dad c'mon!,I ain't a baby" "well in my heart you will always be a baby" Tony said as Y/N chuckled "Now you can go,I have to take a call" Tony said as he started walking towards his desk,while Y/N out of the door,he came to his room and as Y/N opened the door and entered,closing it and as he turned around he was stunned "Hello Y/N" Steve said as he came closer to younger guy,Steve was wearing nothing but a towel,he dropped the towel as he revealed himself wearing Captain America jockstrap "you dealt so good with the villains that I think you deserve an award" Steve said with a smirk on his as Y/N looked at him.