#this one dude scared me so bad like in front of us shot this fake gun to the dude ringing us up and made a corny joke about minecraft

[tachimichishrine]

Please I am begging, I can’t get over just how perfect Tachihara would be with the whole ghost face trend. Please please please

<what. what if I told you I wholeheartedly agree. throws my headcanons and love at you>

"scream for me"

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tachihara michizou x fem! reader {ghostface trend} hcs

warnings: nsfw ; kitchen sex ; knife play ; intended lowercase ; cursing; unedited so unedited i wrote this half asleep thinking abt being pussy drunk on tachi pls forgive me

manz is a SPY. he's done undercover work and wears a disguise 24/7 (his disguise is a goddamn bandaid but he's hot so we let it slide) he adores getting dressed up

I think he'd be really bad at taking it serious though

100% he gets very childish about things like birthdays, holidays, halloween bc he didn't get that kind of experience with his family when he was younger (womp womp :/)

the hunting dogs obviously don't have anything to do with halloween so imagine his surprise when he caught the port mafia hq covered in spider webs and blood.

the blood was likely real

elise was the one who insisted on it, and if she insists, everyone is wearing cat ears and fake vampire fangs.

chuuya was a vampire the dude definitely had practice

he was definitely in the spooky scary spirit when he had his head on your lap, one hand sliding under and up between your thighs like a pillow and watching scream

i KNOW he felt just the teeny tiniest insecurity when you started calling certain scenes really hot but he tried, really hard, to ignore it.

got a little too comfortable and sleepy when you starting running your fingers through his hair and found himself letting out a yelp at the stupidest jumpscares

you teased him for it all night

"do you think I'd survive in one of those horror movies?" you asked later that night, curled up in bed.

"your dumbass would probably trip and kill yourself on a kitchen knife while making breakfast."

"well, fuck you."

"only if you insist" said with his trademark grin.

you got him back by playing into his jumpiness and hiding around every corner, even when you're on missions

you sprung out with a dramatic ghost-like scream (holding back laughter) on one important mission and the man almost shot you

like he pulled the trigger and everything and had to use his ability to keep the bullet from drilling a hole in your stupid skull.

you toned down the pranks after that.

however, it did give him an idea.

he started using his ability to set up the mood for payback by making metal doors creak or scraping chair legs on the ground slowly

a chill physically ran up your spine when you were walking hand in hand and the front door of an empty "for sale" store slammed open, then shut.

maybe he liked it a little how you squeezed his hand when he did that

maybe he liked it a little when you punched him on the shoulder as you realized it was just his antics

but he sure as hell liked it when you roughly smacked his naked ass and shoved his face into the sheets later that night to teach him a lesson

you liked his screams more like that anyways

tachihara was nowhere to be found after you disappeared into the shower trying to wash off all the smeared cum he'd left on your body. you already thought it was strange that he didn't join you even when you offered, but it was even weirder when you came out in nothing but a towel, and the bed was empty.

"michi, I know you're tryin' to be cute or whatever and scare me, but you're not very subtle about it," you giggled, ditching the underwear to just put on some shorts and one of his shirts. your body bounced onto the mattress that was still warm from your bodies, still smelling like sex and gunpowder. the covers were thrown over you and snuggled into and you waited patiently.

it was amusing, at first.

it was annoying after 10 minutes.

you'd gone on your phone, scrolling listlessly to pass the time while you waited for him to finish up whatever stupid prank he was planning so you could get back to sleep, but a whole half hour had passed and it was beginning to feel a little wrong. you weren't worried (he kicked your ass in training too many times for you not to know how strong he was), but sure as hell curious as to what was going on. it was the spooky season, after all, and there was no harm in indulging a little bit; you dialed his number and heard it ring from somewhere in the apartment.

he was really trying to set it up for you, huh? cute. you figured you'd play along.

the phone was vibrating from the kitchen counter, and you picked it cautiously, glancing around you to find out from where your boyfriend was inevitably going to try to jump at you. you heard a chair move, and your eyes darted to look over in that direction out of instinct.

of course a hand clasped around your mouth and another pulled your waist backwards. you bit his gloved hand playfully to get him to let you go and just giggled, shoving your hips back onto him teasingly and trying to flip around to get a look at him.

your entire body got slammed onto the kitchen counter, hair pulled back in one harsh movement

oh fuck.

you didn't think you'd be bent over so fast, his hips already grinding into your ass while the thin, cheap plastic of his mask rubbed against your cheek, his husky voice laying out every lewd thing you both knew you were thinking. from the way his body was leaning onto you, you guessed that he was shirtless and wearing just about the tightest, low-cut pants known to man being held up by a belt (there was definitely a thick belt; you felt the buckle poke into your lower back every time he'd grind too hard)

"michzou..." you didn't have any problems with what he was doing, but loose fingers were touching your body all over and the thin shorts you'd thrown on previously without a second thought were soaking with every word he'd rasp out. "michi, stop playin' around, I-"

it seems your simple ask got you manhandled again, and both gloved hands were now on your thighs, lifting you up to sit you down on the counter so he could rub against you from the front. it was hard to take it seriously and you let out a giggle when you watched him loom over you with the ghostface mask on, trying to be serious. your fingers went to dig into his shoulders as your hips rolled, back arched trying to feel him better.

he sighed, groaning and trying to slip off the mask when he realized it wasn't having the effect he wanted, but you flicked it back on.

"just because I'm laughing doesn't mean I don't think this is fuckin' hot," you reassured him, ironically chuckling again, and this spurred him to grab your hands and pin them above your head on the cabinets above.

"can't believe you liked gettin' fucked by a masked man this much." his voice was deeper than it usually was but god did it get you throbbing. your legs wrapped around his hips, trying to regain control without your hands.

you quipped back with a sly grin. "would be better if you actually fucked me."

shit, you knew just what to say to get him riled up. he let your hands go to pull off your useless shorts which already had splotches of your arousal, and you seized the opportunity to unbuckle his belt, slide your fist into his pants and pull him out.

getting fucked senseless by your masked boyfriend on the kitchen counter at 3 in the morning was not on your schedule for halloween.

"you know," you mused, your pace slowing once the build up had passed but still rocking yourself on him, "usually the victims try to fight back."

"the fuck does that me-"

the cold metal of a knife poked and teased the exposed skin on his neck, and you felt a little irritated you couldn't see his shock through the mask. "c'mon, you've had your fun, baby, it's my turn."

he wanted to play the part, he really did, but before he could try to resist you had him gently sliced into streaks of red, teeth marks coating his body and his tongue gagging on blood-stained fingers from under the mask. your legs were still secured around his hips, fucking into him slowly and deeply, and every guttural groan that echoed out in the hollow apartment was good enough to keep you going while his body tensed up with rigid muscles and heavy breaths.

he couldn't take it anymore once the searing sting of you smearing his blood on his skin mixed in with the pleasure of dragging against your tightly clenched walls, and he murmured a curse before discarding the mask, messily kissing you with groaning lips buried into your neck once he finally got enough air to pant your name.

ah, the dumbass. he really tried to get you to play along but it was hard when you had him under your thumb. maybe next year, he'd try again.

#AAAAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAHAHA I LOVE ASKS TY FOR BEING MY FIRST #tbh i didn't get on the ghostface trend but you could slap tachi into an elmo costume and i'd still wanna fuck him into next week #dude your ask is so appreciated i'd let YOU fuck me in an elmo costume into next week #(sorry it's kinda short I may do a sequel if my brain allows me) #more people need to beg in my askbox ngl 🗣️🗣️🗣️ #opinion on the ghostface thing I think tachi would fuck it up in a silly way because how the hell does this absolute sub stay in character #tachihara michizou #bsd tachihara #tachihara x reader #bungo stray dogs tachihara #tachihara smut #tachihara michizou x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #tachihara x reader smut #bsd ghostface #tachihara ghostface #down bad tm #tachi fics #im unwell for them

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Love Through the Pages | Chapter 5

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Synopsis: Bob Floyd isn’t the man you typically find in a love story. His awkward mannerism and unusual ways don’t make him the typical heart throb, but Bob certainly has his charms. He finds love in an unexpected place when he finds a hidden message in a book that changes his life for ever. He meets the girl of his dreams but true love is not always an easy road and can they survive the ups and downs that life throws at them.

Warnings: 18+, potential slow burn, mentions of injuries and hospitals, language, smut, 18+, swearing. Nothing too specific for this chapter.

“Jesus, Bob you look like shit. What happened?” Bob groaned, shuffling across the room to the coffee machine and pouring himself a large mug full. Jake was bright and breezy, sprawled in one of the kitchen chairs with a large refreshing smile on his face. Bob was still in his pajamas and looked like something from the Addams family, dark crescents under his eye, pale skin but a large grin on his face. Bob shuffled over to the table and took a seat, Jake watching his every move. “Umm, Bob you're scaring me a little bit, dude, what’s going on?”

“I’ve done it,” Bob said triumphantly, meeting Jake's eyes.

Jake raised his eyebrows, “You're going to need to elaborate on that.” Bob reached into his dressing gown pocket, pulling out the red book and some paper.

“I've been working on it all night. I've solved it, Jake, I’ve solved the code.” Jake's face lit up and he dashed around to Bob’s side of the table, spreading the paper out to see.

“Let me see. Let me see.” Jake pushed in, demonstrating he had the patience of a 5 year old. “How did you figure it out.”

Bob showed Jake the code, explaining how you needed to move one letter back along the alapahbet to fine the original letter. “Damn, why did she have to make it so complicated?”

Bob looked up, “How do you know it's a girl?” Jake squirmed under Bob’s harsh gaze until he finally broke.

“Well, the guy who owns the shop, Bradley, may have let on that it was his friend who wrote it and that you needed to solve the code to get the key.”

Bob shot up from his seat, waving his arms. “WHAT KEY? You mean to tell me that you knew the whole time and you didn’t say anything.” Bob was furious and Jake tried to smooth the situation down.

“I didn’t know what the code said, I swear. I thought you’d like figuring it out anyway. It’s like in those romance films you love, you’ve had to solve a problem to meet the girl of your dreams.”

Bob scoffed, “I thought you were on my side, Jake. I thought we were friends.”

“Bob we are friends, Bob, please,” Jake pleaded, but Bob had already slammed his bedroom door.

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Bob glared at the clock by his desk, willing the hours to pass by, but they just seemed to mock him. The incessant ticking was driving him crazy. He couldn’t concentrate on his work and just kept gazing out of the window, waiting for 05:00 pm so he could leave. He was planning to stop by the bookshop on his way home, hoping to talk to Bradley about the code. He was sure Jake would have already told him, even though they weren’t on speaking terms, but he still needed to talk to Bradley. Bob was just tidying up his desk when Beau Simpson appeared in the doorway, a smirk on his face. “And here’s little old Bob still stuck behind his desk. Still no promotion then, Buddy.” Beau was one of Mr Cain’s best journalists, writing pieces for big sports companies and he liked to belittle Bob every chance he got. He was always smart, dressed in a suit with his hair imaculate and that stupid smile.

“Hello, Mr Simpson. What can I help you with?” Bob clasped his hands in front of him, resting them on the desk and offering his best fake smile.

“Oh, now come on Bobby, don’t be like that. I understand you're intimidated by my good looks and endless charm, but you're not so bad. Cain’s kept you around longer than any of us thought he would. You must be good at something.” Beau sneered, plucking a paper clip from Bob’s desk and twirling into between his thumb and index finger.

Bob sighed, he wasn’t about to deal with Beau’s shit today, he’d about had enough of being treated like a kid. Bob stood up, resting his palms against the desk. “You know what, Beau, I’ve…”

“SIMPSON! MY OFFICE, NOW!”

Beau grinned at Bob, “sorry sweet cheeks, I gotta run, the Big Man wants his best worker.” With that Beau walked away, whistling as his expensive shoes clicked along the ceramic floor. Bob sunk back into his chair cursing. The clock still only read 04:30, but Bob knew that any meeting between Beau and Mr Cain would last over an hour, so they wouldn’t notice if he was here anyway. Stuffing his laptop and charger into his satchel and pulling on his coat, Bob made his way through the office. The other workers looked at him bewildered, Bob never left early. But Bob didn’t care, he kept just walking. ——————————————————————————

The bell above the door chimed as he pushed it open, accompanied by Bradley’s voice calling out, “I’ll be there in a minute.” Bob made his way towards the counter, placing the copy of Narnia down with a thud.

“Hey, how can I… oh, it’s you.” Bradley gave Bob a bemused look and Bob raised his eyebrow.

“Umm, yeah, it’s… me. I just… well I figured out the code and it told me to come here for the ‘Key’. I’m not sure what it means but…”

“I can’t believe you did it.” Bradley chimed in, looking impressed. Bob watched as Bradley bent down, rummaging in the draws under the counter and retrieving something in a small cardboard box. He slid it across the counter and looked at Bob knowingly. Bob took the box cautiously, sliding off the lid to reveal a key. It was a brass old style key with a decorative handle, it weighed heavy in his palm. He looked back up, “what am I meant to do with it?” Thinking back that sounded like a stupid question, but in all fairness nothing like this had ever happened to Bob before.

“Well, there is an old post box set into the wall of the shop by the front door. It’s out of use now but the keys for it came with the shop.”

Bob looked back down at the key again. “But what am I supposed to do with a postbox?”

Bradley sighed, evidently becoming frustrated by all the questions. “Well you’ve figured out the code, so you're a smart man. You could write something, a letter maybe and post it. Then once the other person has read it they will reply so you’ll need to keep checking the box.” Bob looked utterly confused, scrunching his eyebrows and pushing his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose he sighed. “Ok, umm… thanks.”

“Anytime, Bob.” Bradley picked up the book but Bob stopped him. “I haven’t actually read it yet.” He looked sheepishly down at his shoes but Bradley just laughed, passing the book back over the counter before swiftly disappearing before Bob could ask anything else. Twiddling the key around his fingers, Bob left the shop, swiftly walking up the street. If you thought Bob wasn’t much of a reader, he certainly wasn’t a writer either.

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“Yo, Bradshaw. Where are you?” You slammed the shop door behind you with a bang and stomped towards the desk, nothing graceful about your entrance. Bradley appeared from behind the shelf he was stacking, smiling at you.

“Hey, you got here quickly.”

“You told me it was an emergency, I thought you’d fell off the ladder or cut yourself.” You sighed, looking at your friend, unamused.

“Why when I tell you it’s an emergency do you always assume it’s medical. I’m pretty sure if I was dying I’d have called an ambulance.” He laughed, carelessly staking the rest of the books before coming over to you. “No, the emergency is; he’s done it!”

You stared at him blankly, contemplating whether to hit that stupid smile off his face. It was far too early for this kind of enthusiasm.

“Who’s done what?”

“Your code breaking man. He’s done it. He figured it out and came to see me yesterday afternoon. I gave him the key like you told me to.” Realization dawned on you and you could feel the growing knot building in your stomach. You should be excited, this was what you’d put into motion, and yet all you could feel was doubt and dread. What happens if he never wrote back to you. The nervous feeling followed you home and through the whole week. You checked the post box everyday, but came away empty handed. Bradley could see you were starting to lose hope and tried to give you a positive outlook on the situation, but even that didn’t help. You busied yourself with work and listening to Bradley’s social life. He’d been on 3 dates with Jake and so far things were going really well. You were pleased for him, obviously, he was your best friend but you could help the jealous feeling that built up inside you every time he spoke about Jake. How he was so wonderful, perfect and charming and yet you were alone. You stopped checking the letter box after a week went by and then another. You’d lost all hope and had begun to forget about it until Bradley brought it up on one of your movie nights.

“Hey, have you checked the letter box recently?” He asked with a bemused smirk gracing his lips.

“No. Why…?”

“Oh no reason, just thought I saw your mystery man lurking by it the other day, I just assumed he’d finally written his letter.” You didn’t even let Bradley finish his sentence before leaping from your chair and running down the stairs to the shop. You yanked the counter draw out, tipping the contents out and scattering it to find the key. Grabbing it hastily, you shoved it into the lock. You waited in anticipation for the click and the door swung open. Inside was a small, neatly handwritten white envelope addressed to ‘The Girl from the Bookshop.’ You ran your hand over the letter, it was cold, probably from being in the post box for a few days. There was no return address or stamp. You wrapped it open to reveal a neat, handwritten letter that was signed ‘the Code Breaker’. You laughed at the thought that someone out there had the same sense of humor as you. Bradley’s footsteps sounded hard against the wooden floor as he came down the stairs and appeared behind you. “So was there anything?” “He wrote back.”

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[pies-writes-and-more]

ex-boyfriends are a pain

Warnings: ex boyfriend being a dick, referred to as Asshole, some swearing

Pairings: Sugawara Kōshi, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Bokuto Kōtarō all with a Fem!Reader

A/N: this was originally written for @thisnoodlewritesao3 because ex-boyfriends can suck shit but how much do you wanna bet that the Haikyuu boys would have your back no matter what? Kinda threw this together so I hope you guys enjoy!

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Sugawara knew you could fight like the rest of them. Hell, it was the first time you fought with Tanaka that made him go wow okay I need to hang out with Y/N more.

You could be so feisty when you wanted, so sweet other times. It all depended on your mood. So when he saw your ex-boyfriend walking your way, Sugawara watched your body language first. Did you seem like you wanted to deal with this on your own? Or did you want some help? He never wanted you to feel like he wouldn’t let you fight your own battles, though this was a little harder knowing that this Asshole had hurt you for so long.

Sugawara wanted nothing more than to make the guy hurt like he had hurt you... but no, he restrained himself for a moment, Daichi also watching as if ready to back up his best friend if he got himself into a scuffle.

Maybe if Asshole hadn’t caught you off guard and in the middle of your thoughts, you would’ve been fine, but instead he had grabbed you and dragged you off to some secluded hallway.

“The hell are you doing?” You glared at him, trying to wiggle your arm from him. Your eyes frantically searching for anyone or anything to help get you out of this situation as he pulled you away.

“We need to talk,” Asshole huffed, standing a little too close for comfort. “You’ve been ignoring my calls and my texts and now what? You’ve blocked me?”

Your insides turned uncomfortably, shifting your weight as you tried to find a way to at least step away from him a bit, “We’re not together anymore, there’s nothing that needs to be said-”

“Y/N! Daichi’s looking for you!” Sugawara’s voice was a welcome surprise. Your eyes shot over to where he was standing, his hands on his hips and a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He knew. You could tell he knew how uneasy you were just because his eyes met yours and his head tilted slightly as if to ask want me to kill him?

“She’s busy,” Asshole grumbled, not even bothering to look up from your eyes at him.

Sugawara didn’t move. For a moment he just stood there with his fake smile on before walking closer and pushing the guy away from you gently, “Hey! You look real familiar,” Sugawara beamed up at him, holding his chin as if in thought. “Have we met before?”

“No?” Asshole just glared at him and then his glare turned to you, “Who the fuck is this? Your new boyfriend?”

“Aha! Boyfriend! You kinda look like that crazy EX-boyfriend that Y/N used to have. Now that was one weird dude. Imagine leaving your girlfriend at some restaurant cause you got caught up with your friends and forgot about your anniversary,” Sugawara’s forced a laugh, flopping his arm around your shoulders playfully. “Thank god you got rid of that guy right?”

Even you had to question whether or not Sugawara was being funny or serious. He definitely knew this guy was that ex-boyfriend... didn’t he?

Asshole just huffed, standing up straighter and puffing out his chest slightly just to exaggerate that he was, in fact, taller than Suga.

“It’s funny. It was after that breakup that the Karasuno High School Volleyball team vowed to never let Y/N get hurt ever again.” Suga’s eyes drifted over to where Asahi was just slightly in view, standing tall as ever.

It would only work since Asshole had no clue who Asahi was, and couldn’t see that the muscle-y third year was almost in a panic attack over the upcoming game. All Asshole saw when he followed Sugawara’s gaze was the scary tall third year that everyone seemed to gossip about at every game. Your ex turned back to Suga, as if thinking that would be any better.

From the half of Suga’s face that you could see, it was really not something you’d want to be in front of. Suga could get really scary if he wanted and you imagined that right now, Asshole was experiencing just that.

Your ex grumbled something about “not being worth it” and turned on his heel, rushing away from you two.

You felt a breath leave your chest almost immediately, your heart pounding against your ribcage, “God Suga, thank you so much,” you smiled weakly up at him, quickly wrapping your arms around him and giving him a tight squeeze.

“Anytime love,” he smiled, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “You know, I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I’d say you upgraded big time,” he smirked, tapping your nose lovingly.

You laughed and smiled up at him, touching his cheek gently and stroking your thumb along his skin as you admired his expression, “Absolutely. 100% upgrade. Would never even dream of going back.”

“Good,” Suga grinned, holding your hand against his face for just a moment longer, “cause I’m not letting you leave me that easily.”

Ushijima remembered your ex boyfriend, but not in any physical way. He couldn’t remember what the guy looked like - how tall he was, or what colour his hair was. But what he did remember is how you looked after every argument you had with the guy. 

More often than not, you’d come over to Ushijima’s place or Tendō’s after yet another argument, tears streaking down your face and your whole body just crumbling into one of their hugs.

Ushijima had hated seeing you like that and he would hold you for as long as you wanted.

It was after one really bad fight with that guy that Ushijima told himself that he would confess to you eventually. He knew you deserved all the love in the world, and the only way to guarantee you’d be getting it is if he took it into his own hands.

You were far too good for him, but he knew he loved you enough to try.

Maybe he should’ve gone back and looked into what this guy looked like. That probably would’ve helped him in this situation.

“-you think I don’t know that you were trying to steal my girl this whole time?” a guy was yelling, up in Ushijima’s face (as much as you can be in a guy’s face who’s a few inches taller than you). “I should’ve known you two would get together after the way she was constantly talking about you.”

Maybe it should’ve clicked in Ushijima’s head that the guy who was angrily attacking him in the almost empty gym was your ex-boyfriend, but instead, Ushijima kept glancing around him to see if there was someone else that the guy was yelling at.

“What the hell are you looking for? She’s not gonna come save you or anything. I thought you were supposed to be some big man - ace of the volleyball team. What are you scared or something?” your ex cackled, hands on his hips all proud-like.

Ushijima finally caught on that this guy was talking to him, a frown on his face, “I’m sorry but do I know you?”

It hadn’t meant to be a question with any sort of malice to it, but the guy seemed so dejected hearing it. Here he had come all this way, built up all this courage to confront Ushijima Wakatoshi for stealing his girlfriend... and the guy didn’t even know who he was.

“I’m Y/N’s ex boyfriend,” the guy glared up at him, getting angrier.

“Oh.” Ushijima nodded to himself slightly, now remembering the guy’s face and starting to walk past him.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

“What’s there to talk about?” Ushijima asked, still walking ahead. “Maybe if you hadn’t been such a self-absorbed egotistical idiot you would still have her. But you don’t. Someone was bound to come and show her what she actually deserves.”

You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but had just been about to come into the gym to make sure Ushijima was ready to walk home. Your fingers trembled a little hearing your ex’s voice and just how angry he sounded. You were annoyed, you were angry. you wanted to go in there and punch the guy in the face. How dare he act like you were some item to be stolen - you chose Ushijima. You loved Ushijima. There wasn’t anything to steal - you were his and he was yours and there was nothing about your ex in it at all.

But you couldn’t deny that you loved hearing Ushijima’s flat and blunt tone cut through all of your ex’s defenses. He stood there a stuttering mess, coming up with excuses after excuses as to why he hadn’t been a better boyfriend (news flash man, you were just an ass), even while Ushijima started to exit the gym.

“Oh. Y/N. You’re here,” Ushijima’s stoic face broke into a smile as he found you, immediately leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead and taking your hand.

“Have an unexpected visitor?” You point out, glancing into the gym to see your ex getting all riled up some more.

“Nothing worth our time. Come on, let me walk you home,” he said, taking your bag from you like he always did and leading you home.

You knew Ushijijma could’ve cut your ex down to pieces if he needed to, the ace of Shiratorizawa could be very scary when he was angry. But evidently, your ex didn’t seem to be worth the time and the thought of that made you very happy. Ushijima was right after all, that Asshole was not worth either of your free times and he certainly wasn’t worth getting into a fight with.

Still, Ushijima seemed to watch you carefully to make sure you weren’t upset that your ex had come by. He bought you extra snacks at the shop the two of you stopped at on your way home and listened intently to all the things you wanted to talk about while the two of you ventured onwards.

“Thank you, Ushijima,” you smiled at him as you got to your door.

He nodded, “I like walking you home, no thanks needed.”

“No, thank you for... saying what you did to that Asshole back at the gym,” you weren’t really sure what you were thanking him for, but just felt like it needed thanking.

The boy just smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek as he handed you your bag, “You are worth 10 of him, Y/N. I won’t waste my chance with you like he did.”

You beamed hearing this, wrapping him into a hug before disappearing into your house and waving to him from the window. 

Later Tendō would point out that he would’ve kicked held the guy up while Ushijima beat the shit out of him, if Ushijima ever wanted that but the ace just shrugged, “The greatest defeat I can do to him is make Y/N happier than he ever could. And I plan on doing that every day for the rest of my life.”

Bokuto loathed your ex boyfriend. He always proclaimed that if he so ever laid eyes on him, he would spike a volleyball into the guy’s face.

Now was his opportunity.

You had been working with the managers of the volleyball team to help set everything up before one of the tournament games, just filling up water bottles and bringing them to the court. You weren’t sure how or why your ex had followed you onto the court but he did.

“Y/N,” he called you from behind you, grabbing onto your wrist to keep you from rushing off.

Your eyes widened as you realized who it was, frowning and pulling your arm away from him almost immediately, “What the hell are you doing here?” You asked with a glare.

“We need to talk - I don’t like this new guy you’re dating. He’s an idiot.” Asshole huffed, shooting a thumb in the direction of Bokuto who was currently getting ready to practice spiking.

“Who I date is none of your business. You should get out of here before he realizes you’re here-” you tried to warn him. Really you did.

There was always a deafening sound whenever one of Bokuto’s blocks hit the floor - the kind that sent shivers down your spine. But hearing it land so close to you, right behind where your ex was standing, made you actually jump, your eyes watching as the ball bounced off and rolled further away down the gym. You and your ex both froze, staring as you watched the ball disappear, a ringing left in the air from the powerful spike.

Both of you turned to see who had almost attacked Asshole, finding Bokuto standing there with his arms crossed against his chest. Even Akaashi was glaring at your ex, chin tilted up in a defiant sort of way.

“Next one,” Bokuto pointed straight at your ex, a firm look in his eyes, “I aim for that ugly mug of yours.”

You could feel your ex tense up, fists balling up angrily at his sides. He opened his mouth to say something, but Akaashi quickly cut him off, “You should leave. Our ace doesn’t get angry often, but when he does, he doesn’t hold back on spiking power. Besides, if you want to talk to our Y/N when she doesn’t want to talk to you, you’ll have to go through all of us.” He motioned to the rest of the team, all of whom were glaring in Asshole’s direction.

You couldn’t help but smile. How lucky were you to have found a family like this - one who were so willing to stop their practice before a game just to make sure you were comfortable. 

Asshole soon stormed off and you sent a smirk over to Bokuto who just sent you a grin, “Did you see that crazy spike?” He asked excitedly as you came over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I did. If that had hit me, I would’ve died,” you teased, poking his chest.

“I would never hit you! I am an expert with aiming!”

“Didn’t you hit her like last week with a stray receive, Bokuto?” 

“AKAASHI NOT NOW!”

You laughed, watching as Bokuto frantically waved his arms to his best friend, insisting that that was an accident and he really was very good at aiming. 

“Thanks for getting him out of here,” you smiled up at your boyfriend, giving him a tight squeeze before glancing at the ref who was setting up for the game. “I should head up to the stands. You better get all fired up for me okay?”

“Anything for you, babe. I figured actually hitting him would’ve just made him angrier.” He laughed, pecking your lips. “Cheer extra loud for me!” He called after you, jumping up and down to warm up his calves.

“You ready, Bokuto?” Akaashi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bokuto nodded, grinning to himself as he thought about how perfect that spike was, “I’m all fired up thanks to the prettiest girl in the world. Let’s do this!”

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[babygirl-diaz]

You're Cute Enough to Fuck With Me Tonight (AU)

Going to a club when you’re in your late 30s is not the best way to spend your Saturday nights, but Steve and Natasha insisted, so Sam ended up giving in to the peer pressure. Natasha got them to bypass the queue outside because she apparently knew the owner. The nightclub turned out different from what Sam was expecting. It was an elite club with its own fancy VIP lounge. Natasha got them a VIP booth and the three of them did whiskey shots to celebrate the successful first season of their tv show.

They were talking and laughing and well into their third beer when Natasha said, “Sam, don’t look now, but cokehead over there is eating you up with his eyes.”

“Huh?” Sam asked, and turned around to see who she was talking about when he found a white dude with short dark hair and a face full of facial hair, looking at Sam like he was starving and Sam was a buffet. There was a line of cocaine in front of the guy and he leaned down to snort it before coming up to wave at Sam. Sam ignored him.

“I tell him not to look and what does he do… he looks,” Natasha said sarcastically. “The guy’s hot, though. I think you should go for it.” She leaned back against Steve, who absently stroked her arm.

“The guy looks like trouble to me,” Steve pointed out. “I think you should stay away.”

“Wow, thanks, Dad,” Sam huffed.

“I love this song!” Natasha announced when the strings of a familiar song played. Before Sam could say anything, he was being pulled onto the dance floor by his friends despite his protests. “Call Me By Your Name, really?” Sam asks

“What? It’s a nice song!” Steve said, almost offended.

“You’re so whipped!” Sam laughed and slapped him on the back.

He moved his hips and ass along with the music and let out a frustrated groan when Natasha and Steve started grinding up against each other and got lost in one another. Sam knew this would happen. He’d end up as the third wheel and that’s why he wasn’t keen on coming tonight.

Sam lets out a surprised sound when he felt hands on his waist. Whoever had their hands on him spun him around, and Sam immediately came face to face with a pair of bright blue eyes, rimmed red. It was that cokehead from earlier. Sam wanted to pull away but got hypnotized by the look the guy was giving him.

The guy leaned in close to Sam’s ear and sang completely out of tune. “Romantic talkin'? You don't even have to try. You're cute enough to fuck with me tonight.” His voice was rough and despite the bad singing, it ran a shiver down Sam’s spine.

“I’m Bucky,” the guy introduced himself and pulled Sam even closer to move their hips together. “And you’re hot.” His voice was slightly slurred.

“Well, lucky for me, my name is Sam and not Hot.” Sam wrapped his arms around the guy’s neck and pressed their chests together.

“Sam…” Bucky said as if testing out his name. “Beautiful name for a beautiful guy.”

“You’re just saying that to get into my pants,” Sam smirked.

“Is it working?” Bucky pouted

“Nah, you gotta try harder.”

“God, you’re so hot,” Bucky said into Sam’s ear and took his earlobe between his teeth and pulled on it, making Sam moan. “I want you so bad,” he continued to say and squeezed Sam’s ass. Maybe the alcohol made him do it, but Sam surged forward and kissed him. He darted out his tongue and licked Bucky’s upper lip before taking it between his own lips. He then tilted his head to the side and kissed the edge of Bucky’s lips. Bucky opened his mouth and Sam’s tongue slid inside and he let himself explore Bucky’s mouth. The kiss got intense and heated. Sam felt Bucky’s cock press against his and he moaned into Bucky’s mouth, and Bucky swallowed up the sound. The song ended and they pull apart but stay close. “Let’s get out of here,” Sam said over the next song.

“Okay,” said Bucky and took Sam’s hand, leading him out of the club. But when they got outside, a small group gathered around them and asked Sam for autographs and photos. Sam felt himself strain in his jeans and he hoped no one noticed it as he took photos and signed autographs. Once the crowd dispersed, Sam found Bucky giving him a curious look. “You some kinda big shot?” He asked.

“I’m an actor,” Sam replied. “Ever heard of the show Captain America and the Winter Soldier? I’m the Captain America part of it. My friend Steve is the Winter Soldier.”

“I don’t watch tv. Don’t get the time,” Bucky shrugged. “But I get to fuck someone famous. That’s one thing off my bucket list.”

“So that’s why you wanna fuck me?” Sam asked faking offense. “And hey, who said you get to fuck me?”

Bucky got closer to Sam and kissed him again. “Oh, you’re so gonna let me fuck you, doll.” The way Bucky says doll makes Sam shiver and bite his lips.

“You wanna come back to my place?” Sam asked.

“Nah, I can’t wait that long but I know just the place.”

Bucky took Sam’s hand and led him towards the parking garage. Sam raised an eyebrow when they got to Bucky’s vehicle. “You some kinda soccer mom?” He asked looking at the Jeep SUV.

“It’s nondescript. Works well for my line of work,” Bucky shrugged. “Besides, you’re gonna thank me in a bit.”

“Your line of work? Fuck, you’re not a stay-at-home dad, are you? I don’t do married men.”

Bucky threw his head back and laughed as he got into the SUV. Sam followed him. “I am not a stay-at-home dad or married,” Bucky replied.

Bucky was on him, kissing him, the second they got in.

Sam pulled away briefly to ask, “What do you do then?”

Bucky looked him right in the eyes. The red rim around his eyes was gone and his eyes turned dark as he replied. “I’m an assassin. I was at the club to kill one of my targets.”

Sam blinked at him before he burst out laughing. “Wow, I’m the actor, but you’re the one with the vivid imagination.”

A smirked twitched along Bucky’s lips. “What can I say? I have a boring ass job. So I’m just trying to make myself sound interesting.”

“So what do you actually do?” Sam asked. “No. Wait. Lemme guess.”

“Be my guest.”

Sam’s eyes trailed down Bucky’s body. “You’re an investment banker.”

Bucky’s eyebrow shot up at that. “So damn close… I’m a stockbroker. How did you--”

“I’m just that good.” Sam winked at him. But then a smile broke across his face and he shook his head. “I saw you with those Wall Street folks earlier. Wasn’t that hard to figure out what you did for a living.”

Bucky leaned in close and kissed Sam once again. “So smart,” he said in between the kisses. “Just the way I like ‘em. Get in the backseat.”

Sam didn’t need to be told twice. He made his way onto the backseat and took off his clothes. He tossed them onto the front seat and felt his cheeks heat when he noticed the way Bucky was looking at him. Bucky’s blue eyes dilated, and he licked his lips while once again staring at Sam like he was a buffet. Bucky pulled out a condom and single-use lube from his wallet and Sam raised an eyebrow at him. “You were waiting to get lucky tonight, weren’t you?”

“I just like being prepared,” Bucky replied as he got into the backseat as well. He took off his own clothes and threw them onto the driver’s seat and pulled Sam closer to ravish his lips.

Bucky was right. Sam was thankful for the fact that the vehicle was an SUV. They had enough space to fuck in the back.

When they finished, it left Sam breathless and sore, but in a good way. Bucky drove him home, and the two cuddled up naked on Sam’s bed.

“Didn’t think you’d be a cuddler…” Sam commented.

“Oh, I love to cuddle,” Bucky replied, and tightened his grip around Sam’s middle.

Sam made his head more comfortable on Bucky’s chest and kissed his pecs. “You’re gorgeous, you know that.”

“So I’ve been told,” Bucky chuckled.

Sam frowned at that. “How many guys do you pick up at the club?”

“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?” Bucky teased and kissed the top of Sam’s head. “If it’s any consolation, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“You’re just saying that cause I let you fuck me,” Sam huffed.

Bucky got on top of Sam and pressed their lips together again. “Nope, I’m only saying that so that you’d let me fuck you again.” His hand moved down on the sheets and groped Sam’s ass, making him gasp.

“You asshole,” Sam said, with no heat behind his words. “Lube and condoms are in the side drawer.”

“How many guys do you bring around here?” Bucky asked, narrowing his eyes.

Sam smirked at that. “If it’s any consolation, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

***

Sam woke up the next morning to a cold and lonely bed. Bucky had snuck out during the night without even saying goodbye. That made Sam hurt a little. Just a little. Huffing, Sam threw the sheets over himself and fell back asleep. He didn’t know how long he slept, but the ringing of his doorbell woke him up. Sam wanted to ignore it and go back to sleep, but the person on the other end of the door was relentless.

Groaning, Sam got out of the bed and put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt before making his way to the door. He threw it open and found Natasha and Steve standing there, looking equally worried.

“Oh thank god,” Steve pushed past Natasha and hugged Sam tightly.

The guy was built like a tank, and Sam struggled in his embrace. “Let me go! You’re crushing me!” Sam complained and pulled away from his friend to catch a breath. “What is wrong with you, man?”

“You disappeared last night! And then this morning there was news that someone at the club died and you wouldn’t answer your phone… we were scared!”

“What?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, your leering cokehead friend, one of his friends OD’d at the club last night.”

“Shit,” Sam hissed.

I’m an assassin. I was at the club to kill one of my targets. Bucky’s words rang in his ears and for a moment, Sam entertained the thought that maybe Bucky wasn’t joking after all. But he shook his head and got rid of the thought as soon as it entered his mind. There was no way Bucky was responsible for some guy overdosing. Sam was being ridiculous.

“Where did you go last night?” Natasha asked, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“The leering cokehead… I brought him home,” Sam replied.

“What?!” Steve screeched. “Why would you do that?”

Both Natasha and Sam gave him an exasperated look, and he threw his hands up.

“So how was he?” Natasha asked.

“The best I’ve ever had,” Sam replied.

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[tenswrld]

told you so

yangyang x reader, fluff

summary: you like yangyang and ten tries to convince you that he likes you back.

a/n: soooo sorry that it’s been so long LOLLL but hopefully i’ll get back into writing now that it’s summer ^^

“give me one reason why i should believe you.”

ten frowned at you. “what? you don’t trust me?”

“of course i trust you, but how do you know for sure? i don’t want to risk it.” you slapped ten gently on the shoulder when he continued to frown at you. “don’t look at me like that, it’s not going to help your case.”

ten erased the frown from his face and rolled his eyes, flipping onto his back with a loud groan. “my two babies like each other and are too stupid to realize it. you guys drive me nuts.”

you laughed and threw a pillow at him. “shut up. and we’re not your babies. i’m not your cat, weirdo.”

***

both you and yangyang were busy college students, but even then you two always made time for each other. whether that was rushed lunches in the quad, or childhood movies at each others dorms at 2 am. you considered him your closest friend, and he considered you his own. you basically already acted like a couple, the only thing that was missing was the label (and kisses, of course). 

ten wasn’t sure if the two of you were scared, oblivious, or stupid, so he settled with assuming that you were all three. even mark could see that you two liked each other, and he was slow to pick up on things. 

when ten decided that convincing you wasn’t going to work, he turned his attention back to yangyang. yangyang held a bit more confidence than you did, but ten knew it would diminish the moment he found out there was the slightest chance that you liked him back.

it made ten want to slam his head into a wall.

“yangyang, why would i lie to you? do you think i want to see you humiliate yourself?” ten sighed, clearly very frustrated.

yangyang shrugged. “i mean, i wouldn’t be surprised.” at this, ten rolled his eyes. “but seriously there’s, like, no way y/n likes me back. she probably likes mark, or something, and you’re trying to fool me.”

ten took hold of yangyang’s shoulders and stared him dead in the eyes. “if i’m wrong about this i’ll buy you food for a week.”

yangyang drew back from ten and raised a brow, saying, “either you’re serious or way too into a prank, dude.”

ten hung his head in exhaustion, sighing. “oh my god, i can’t stand this anymore. forget my deal, you’re stupid.”

yangyang pouted as ten walked away, slightly offended by his comment. “rude,” he grumbled under his breath.

***

yangyang bounced his knee up and down, his gaze continuously flickering back and forth between the clock on the wall and his paper. the two of you had planned to have lunch together since you hadn’t been able to hangout for the past few days, and yangyang was insistent on being on time. he wasn’t sure why, but his hands seemed to be sweatier than usual and his heart couldn’t help but skip a beat at the thought of seeing you again.

he shook his head as if to get himself to stop thinking about you, mumbling to himself, “god, what is wrong with me?”

he nearly jumped out of his skin when a mutual friend of his, jaemin, tapped on his shoulder. jaemin stared at him in amusement and took a small step back. “my bad, didn’t mean to scare you. you okay?”

yangyang chuckled awkwardly and said, “yeah, sorry, i just spaced out. what’s up?”

jaemin leaned on the desk in front of yangyang casually. “you’re friends with y/n, right?”

yangyang tensed at his question, fearing where this conversation was going. “uh, yeah, why?”

“do you think you could get me her number?”

yangyang blinked at him before quickly clearing his throat, realizing he had been staring like an idiot. “...can’t you, like, get it from her yourself?”

the corners of jaemin’s lips curled up into a small smile. he shrugged, saying, “i could, but asking you saves me the trouble.”

yangyang sat there stumbling over his own words before directing his attention to his classmates leaving the classroom. using this as his chance to escape, yangyang stood abruptly.

“i’ll get back to you on that...eventually. i got to go, so...bye!” yangyang said to jaemin, flashing him a fake smile before dashing out of the room.

yangyang couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the thought of jaemin having a crush on you, but he tried his best to convince himself that wasn’t the case. whether it was because he was nervous or because he didn’t want to be late, yangyang picked up his pace and sent you a text telling you that he was on his way.

you sat patiently on the grass under a tree that you and yangyang had unofficially called your “spot”, jumping when yangyang fell into the spot next to you. he was panting slightly, but still had a bright smile on his face.

“did you run? why are you out of breath?” you asked while laughing at how he tried fixing his hair.

“didn’t want to keep you waiting, i guess,” yangyang huffed out. your cheeks warmed up at the comment, making you look down in embarrassment. to distract yangyang from seeing your flushed expression, you turned to grab the food from your bag. 

just like any other time that you two would have lunch together, you cracked jokes and took stupid pictures, enjoying each other’s company for as long as you could. moments like these made you forget that you and yangyang were just friends, which meant that the reality check at the end of the day hurt a lot more.

“hey, do you know jaemin?” yangyang asked suddenly.

“na jaemin?” you nodded at yangyang and said, “yeah, he might be in a class or two of mine. why?”

“just curious. what do you think of him? is he, like, cool or anything?” yangyang asked nervously. he turned away and mentally slapped himself. you sound so stupid right now.

to his relief, you replied, “i don’t know him very well, so i wouldn’t know. he seems quiet.”

yangyang hummed in reply. you chuckled and nudged his shoulder. “what? you got a crush on him?”

yangyang rolled his eyes playfully and scoffed. “oh, shut up.”

you laughed before checking your phone and sighing. “shit, i gotta get going. sorry to cut it short, yang.”

yangyang waved you off and stood up, offering you a hand to pull you up which you gratefully took. “no worries, i’m glad we got to do this today.” he almost melted when you shot him a smile.

“me too. see you later, okay?” you waved him goodbye as you walked away.

yangyang sighed and shook his head as soon as you left, the thought of you and jaemin refusing to leave his mind. he grumbled to himself, “grow a pair and confess, yangyang, come on.”

***

“well, now i’m sure he doesn’t like me, ten,” you said into your phone as you laid on your bed, facing your ceiling.

“what? why?” ten’s voice rang throughout your small dorm room.

“he kept asking me about na jaemin, i think he’s trying to set me up with him, or something.” you frowned at the thought.

“no! he is definitely not trying to do that.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “how would you know?”

“because i told jaemin to ask him for your number. i thought that yangyang would stop being a pussy and confess but i can tell that didn’t go as planned,” ten said. you could almost hear his sheepish smile.

had ten been here, you would’ve strangled him. “why are you so invested in my love life?”

“y/n, without me you don’t have a love life. be grateful that i’m even trying to help you out here.”

you couldn’t help but laugh.  “well you’re not doing a very good job.”

“and you are? excuse me, but you’re just as much of a pussy as yang,” ten laughed through the phone. “quit pissing me off and tell him you like him already before he comes crying to me about how he thinks you and jaemin are going to start dating. i gotta go, louis turned on my stove and might burn down the place.”

you laughed lightly. “alright, talk you later. and keep your nose out of my business!”

after you hung up you sat on your bed and stared blankly at the wall of your dorm. typically you tried not to listen to ten as it only ever got you in trouble, but you decided that maybe this time he was right. if he was going through all this trouble, he couldn’t have been lying, right?

right?

***

much to ten’s dismay, he seems to have been right about yangyang and his whining.

“no, like, you don’t understand. he totally likes her. and he’s na jaemin. there’s like no way she wouldn’t like him back! i would have a crush on him too, bro.” ten shook his head at the way yangyang sat glumly on his bed, combing his bangs over his eyes.

“do you ever listen to what i tell you? i have been telling you for several weeks that she likes you. you and your idiotic self,” ten said while shoving his shoulder to get his attention. “and if you don’t listen to me this time, i will make sure that her and jaemin start dating just so that i can see you writhe in pain.”

“that’s so low, dude,” yangyang mumbled into his pillow which he had shoved his face into.

“low like your game with girls. now go get her flowers and confess!”

***

“she liked tulips right? come on yangyang, you should know this,” yangyang mumbled to himself. in his hands was a bouquet of followers which he has just bought you as well as a bag full of a few of your favorite things.

he was tripping over himself as he walked over to your dorm, his palms sweaty and his throat dry from anxiety. before he could open the door to your dorm complex, he stopped and stood at the base of the stairs.

“does she even like tulips? should i go back? oh my god, can i shut up and go?” yangyang argued with himself.

before he even had the chance to turn around and bail, your voice had called out to him, making him freeze.

“yangyang? what are you doing here?” you asked.

he turned around to see you with a large stuffed animal in your arms and a small bag that was similar to the one he was holding.

“y/n! oh my god!” yangyang wasn’t sure of what to say or do but he could see your gaze flickering from the flowers in his hands back to his nervous gaze. he saw the corner of your lips curl up into a small smile and felt his worries slowly ease away.

“i’m guessing ten talked to you too?” you chuckled, making your way towards him.

yangyang laughed nervously. “um, yes, quite aggressively too.” he held the tulips in his hands out to you. “i got these for you. you do like tulips, right?”

you smiled and nodded. “of course i do. you know me so well,” you teased. you handed over the stuffed animal to which yangyang gladly took into his arms. “i remember you talking about how badly you wanted this one from the store so i went and bought it for you.”

“thank you, i love it.”

the two of you looked at it each other for a moment before breaking out into bright smiles that you seemed to be unable to control. yangyang hesitantly took your hand into his own before brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“i really like you,” he said softly.

“i know,” you laughed when he frowned and rolled his eyes. placing a kiss on his cheek you said, “i really like you too.”

“is it okay if i kiss you?” yangyang mumbled. you nodded excitedly, but before you could share your first kiss, yangyang’s phone buzzed.

0/10

have you confessed or not i have jaemin with me right now

yangyang scoffed at the text making you furrow your brows in confusion. “who is it?”

“just ten. come here, i need to send him a picture of us.”

“for...what?”

“for proof!”

“proof? proof for wh-“

“i’ll explain later, just come here.” yangyang wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your cheek, catching you by surprise. “and....sent! now back to that kiss...”

you shoved him at the sight of him wiggling his eyebrows making him laugh. “just shut up already.”

“if you say so,” yangyang sang.

you both smiled into the kiss, knowing that the both of you had been waiting for this moment forever, giggling when you finally pulled away. yangyang caressed your cheek gently before pulling out his phone to check ten’s reply.

0/10

told you so!!!!!

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[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter nine rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

You were quiet in the cab ride home. Peter was talking a mile a minute and all you gave him were small smiles and fake laughs every now and then so he wouldn’t suspect anything was wrong. He was too happy about how well the evening had gone to notice.

“Do you want to come back to my apartment? You can sleep over if you want.” Peter asked with a shy smile when you got to your floor. You didn’t want to lie in bed all night with Peter when you were literally lying to Peter, so you faked a yawn and stretched a little.

“Not tonight, babe. I’m a little tired.” You lied. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay Pete?”

Peter looked a little disappointed but you knew he understood.

“Okay, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He went to kiss your lips but you turned so he only got your cheek. You pretended not to see the confusion and hurt in Peters eyes at your actions. You went into your apartment and went out the window immediately, needing to blow off some steam as Venom.

It didn’t take long to find crime, or for crime to find you. You soon heard the shrill cries of a panicked woman.

“Someone help me! He’s got my son!” She screamed. You immediately morphed into Venom and followed the sound of her voice. You climbed to the top of a tall building and scanned the city. Your eyes landed on a man running away with a small child struggling in his grasp. You jumped from the building and ran after the man at full speed. You caught up to him easily and blocked his path. You shot a web at the child and yanked him out of the mans grasp. At that moment, Spider-Man jumped down from the sky and landed between you and the man.

“Hold this.” You demanded and handed the child to Spider-Man. Spider-Man took the child and looked at you, the eyes on his mask squinting in confusion.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked as he bounced the child on his hip.

“Eat.” Venom said simply before bolting after the kidnapper who had took off running.

“Find the mom and get him to safety.” Venom called back to Spider-Man.

When you tracked the man down, you snatched the man up and suspended him in the air. Venom quickly swallowed him whole and fled the scene.

You found the mother just in time to see Spider-Man reuniting her with her child.

“Here you go ma’am.” He said kindly. The mother took her child and smiled at him gratefully.

“Thank you Spider-Man. I don’t know how you do it. You’re a hero.” The mom praised. Spider-Man laughed softly.

“I do my best. Stay safe.” Spider-Man waved kindly. The mother thanked him again and left with her son. Spider-Man turned to walk away as well but you stopped him.

“What the hell was that?” You roared. “You just took all the credit for saving that kid. You didn’t even do anything. We saved the kid, we killed the man, you were just the delivery boy. Why didn’t you tell the mom that we helped?” Spider-Man looked as taken aback as a man in a mask could look. Granted, your Y/n was showing. You were speaking in your Venom voice but it was really you talking, and Spider-Man seemed to notice the difference.

“Oh. I’m-I’m sorry. It’s just, you’re kinda scary and the kid was already super freaked out. I didn’t want to make it worse by him seeing you.” Spider-Man answered. He didn’t mean to offend you but his words hurt.

“We’re not scary. We saved that boy.” You said in defense.

“Yeah but, you’re honestly terrifying man.” Spider man laughed awkwardly. “Even I’m scared. A little kid wouldn’t want to see a hideous monster right after nearly being kidnapped. No offense.”

It almost seemed like he was trying to compliment you. Venom was much more hurt by his words than you were. At the end of the day, you could look like a regular person while Venom was stuck looking like a “hideous monster.”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” You shouted in your own voice. Spider-Man looked around for who the new voice came from. 

“Did that come from you?” He asked.

“It came from us.” You said, back to the low Venom growl.

“See it’s things like that that make you terrifying.” Spiderman continued. “That kid would’ve wet his pants if he saw you. I’m a nice, friendly face that people can trust. Really, no offense dude, but no one wants to see your face.”

You took a menacing step towards him and roared. He backed up instantly and held up his arms in defense.

“Woah woah woah please don’t put your eggs in me!” He shrieked. “I’m just stating the facts. You will never be a hero, if that what’s you’re going for. New York isn’t going to feel safe with a monster like you on the streets. If I told that mom that you were the one to save her kid, she would’ve ran straight to the cops. It might be better if you just went back to the planet you came from.”

He was trying something new. He knew he couldn’t physically beat Venom in a fight, so he tried using his words instead. His girlfriend was so good with words and he wanted to make her proud. All he knew was, he needed Venom out of the city.

“You’re wrong. We’re not a monster.” Venom growled. You just stayed silent.

“Fine. Monster. Alien. Whatever you want to be called, it doesn’t matter.” Spiderman waved his hand. “Because all anyone will call you is dangerous, scary, and a threat. You’re better off leaving earth and never coming back.”

“We’re not leaving.” Venom snarled.

“What’s with the we? Who else is in there?” Spider-Man asked. He reached out to touch you and you threw him against a building.

“Don’t touch us. Our host is in here.” Venom growled. Spider-Man tilted his head.

“Host? So you’re like a parasite?” He asked innocently. Innocent or not, it was the wrong question to ask. Venom picked Spider-Man up by his neck again and dangled him in the air. Spider-Man kicked his legs and tried to break free but couldn’t.

“First, you take credit for our work, then you insult us, and now you call us a parasite? We are not a parasite. We are Venom. And you are dead.” Venom sneered. Venom was too angry to listen to what Mr. Stark said about not eating Spider-Man. He had pushed you too far.

Venom ripped Spider-Mans mask off, wanting to see his identity before you killed him. To your devastating surprise, your terrified boyfriends face stared back at you. He had a bloody nose from being thrown against the wall and his face was red from lack of oxygen. He whispered pleas for mercy as his eyes begged you to let him go. You gasped and immediately dropped Peter onto the ground, looking around frantically for what to do next. He coughed and sputtered for a while while he rubbed his aching neck.

When he looked up, Venom was handing him his mask back with an apologetic look on your big white eyes. Peter shakily took the mask and nodded in thanks. You nodded back and ran as fast as you could back to your apartment. You climbed into your window, transformed back into yourself, and went to throw up in the bathroom.

Peter was Spider-Man. Peter was Spider-Man. And you were Venom. How could it be? How could fate be so cruel? And yet, it made perfect sense. He fit the description. College student from New York who traveled to Washington D.C. at the time of the elevator incident. It explained everything, from the first aid kit on Peters desk, to the constant phone calls, to Ned asking if you knew about Peter, and of course, Mr. Stark. The Stark Internship was being Spider-Man. You should’ve known. The signs were all there. But a part of you just wanted something good for once. Something that the rest of the world couldn’t touch. That something had been Peter. And now, you had to give him up.

You ignored Peters calls and texts for the next six days. You gave him a lame excuse about needed to stay focused on your Cletus Kasady article and so you couldn’t be on your phone. You had a week to tell him you were Venom, according to Mr. Stark. That week was almost up and you had spent it successfully avoiding Peter. You stayed in your apartment as often as you could and only left out the window when you had to go somewhere. Peters texts increasingly got harder and harder to ignore. You didn’t want to ignore his sweet good morning and goodnight texts or science puns, but you couldn’t face him. You just wanted to shake him and ask him why he kept something so big a secret from you. But alas, you said nothing.

On the sixth day of avoiding Peter, you knew you had to go out. You didn’t want to use the front door but you desperately needed to check your mail and it was pouring rain outside. You peered out your peephole and saw no signs of Peter. You quickly opened your door and didn’t even make it two steps before you heard the sound of Peters door opening. Running would be a bad option, right? You slowly turned around and gave Peter and awkward smile. He didn’t smile back.

“You’re avoiding me.” He stated. His voice wasn’t it’s usually happy tone. He sounded hurt and confused. You knew he had every reason to be, but you were hurt and confused too.

“I’m not. I told you I had to write my article.” You lied through your teeth. He didn’t buy it.

“Bullshit.” He scoffed. “I know you haven’t had your final interview with him. It’s in two days, right? How could you be finishing your article when you’re not even done with the interviews?”

You gulped. He saw right through your lies.

“Are you mad at me?” His tone changed as his voice weakened. “Did I do something wrong?”

Your heart broke. You wanted to hug him and tell him he didn’t do anything wrong, but you couldn’t. He’d been lying to you as long as you knew him. You couldn’t just forgive him and pretend you didn’t know he was Spider-Man.

“No.” You said quietly, suddenly taking extreme interest in your shoes. “No, Petey, I’m not mad.”

“Then why won’t you talk to me?” His voice cracked and your heart cracked with it. You looked down and shook your head, wishing you had an answer to give him. You looked around before stepping forward and pulling him into a tearful kiss. You let in longer in case it was the last kiss you ever shared with him He kissed you back but you felt his hesitation. His guard was up and you knew why.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed once you pulled away. “I can’t explain. I have to go, Peter. I’m sorry.”

You hated yourself for saying it, he deserved so much better. Peter looked like he was about to cry, confusion clouding his brown eyes. You turned away from him, unable to watch his heart breaking in front of you.

“Is this it?” His voice was quiet. “Are we over?”

“I think we are.” You said without turning around.

“Why the hell did you say that?” You thought. It’s not what you meant. You looked at Peter over your shoulder in time to see a tear run down his cheek. You went to turn back around but Peter grabbed your hand suddenly and pulled you towards the stairs. You didn’t resist and let him tug you, feeling like you owed him as much. You find it slightly ironic know that you knew why he was so strong.

Peter pulled you all the way to the roof, back to the very spot you once referred to as “ours.” He let go of your hand and pointed to the ledge, looking at you with weary eyes.

“Tell me it was all fake. Tell me it was all in my head and we weren’t happy together on that ledge. Tell me I made it all up and you were never as into me as I was into you. Tell me our first kiss, our first time, our first conversation meant nothing to you. Tell me you hate me and feel nothing for me.” He shouted before quieting down. “Because unless you tell me that, I won’t let you end this without giving me a reason. I won’t let you just walk away. Please, don’t end what we have just because you’re scared. You don’t have to be afraid. Not of me.”

“I know.” You whispered. “But you should be afraid of me. In fact, you already are.”

“What?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “Afraid—what?”

“I’m not afraid of you, Peter. Or of this. Of us. That’s not it.” You told him truthfully. “I’m afraid of what will happen when you find out I’m not who you think I am. I’m far worse.”

“What are you talking about? I do know you.” He insisted.

“You don’t.” You shook your head as tears fell from your eyes. “You do but you don’t.”

“Then who are you?”

“I’m a monster. We-“ you were cut off by the sounds of people screaming from the street below. Peter looked at you before running to the edge to peer down.

“Something’s attacking the city.” He called back to you. “It looks like a red version of Venom.”

“A red symbiote?” ,you thought, “how can that be?”

Peter turned and looked at you, not wanting to pull out his Spider-Man suit in front of you. Of course, he didn’t know that you were already well aware of his secret.

With the city under attack, your fight with Peter was going to wait. You wiped the tears from your face and walked past Peter, your shoulders brushing as you moved past him. You stared over the edge at the commotion, knowing you were the only one who could give the symbiote a fair fight. Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked over your shoulder at Peter, giving him a silent apology.

“I love you, Peter.” You said suddenly, never breaking eye contact. “I love you.”

With that, you jumped off the roof and turned into Venom in mid air. You landed on the ground below and roared at the red symbiote. You knew you had to focus on the fight, but your mind was goign a million miles an hour.

It was the first time you’d ever said those words to Peter, despite feeling them from the moment you met. He was the second boy you ever said those words to, but the first boy where you actually meant it.

You shook your head to free yourself from your thoughts and let out another roar.

“Venom!” The red symbiote smiled. “So glad you could make it! Where’s your friend huh? Is she too scared to come out and say hello to Carnage?”

“Carnage?” You wondered. Since when was there another symbiote on earth and more importantly, how did it know who you were?

You wasted no time in launching yourself at Carnage and attacking. You two wrestled for dominance for a while until Carnage ultimately won. He began to pull Venom off your body and you felt your face became uncovered. Carnage raised his razor sharp fingernails and prepared to slit your throat with his long nails.

“Heads up!” Spider-Man came swinging down and kicked Carnage off of you before he could harm you. You quickly bonded back with Venom and stood up, just in time to see Carnage throwing Peter across the street. You ran to him and helped him up.

“Shoot your web at the same time we do, okay?” You said and held out your wrist. Peter did the same and you both shot a web at the fast approaching Carnage. The combination of your webs was enough to capture Carnage and send him crashing to the floor. He soon broke out of his webbing and began running towards you again.

“Karen! Web grenade!” Peter yelled. He threw a web ball at Carnage and it blew up in the red symbiotes face. While he was distracted, you pulled the symbiote from its host by the ankles. Enough skin of the host was showing for you to take a bite. Carnage yelled in pain and turned to his closest attacker, which happened to be Peter. He picked Peter up and repeatedly slammed him into the pavement. To stop this, you tackled Carnage and spit acid spit in his eyes. Carnage howled and began to run away.

“I’ll be back, Venom.” He snarled. “And when I return, there’s gonna be Carnage.”

You ignored his threat and quickly ran to your unconscious boyfriend, kneeling down beside him. After checking to see that no one was around, you took off his mask and accessed his injuries. His face was beaten pretty badly and his pulse was weak. You transformed back into yourself and took off your hoodie and shirt, leaving you in a sports bra and leggings. You ran your hands over Peters body until you found a way to take the suit off, it was by pressing the spider on the chest. You tore up your shirt and pressed it to the large wound on Peters chest to stop the bleeding. You suddenly got an idea and pressed a hand to his chest, letting Venom go inside him and move around. Venoms healing abilities made the cuts on Peters chest disappear, but he was still knocked out. You pulled your hand away and slipped the hoodie around his body before picking him up with ease. He was adorably light. You quickly ran into the apartment building and went to his room before anyone could see you.

Peter came to about a half hour later just as you were finishing up healing his cuts. You had managed to bathe him and get him into a fresh pair of comfy clothes while his body healed.

Peter slowly woke up and noticed you were straddling his lap. After nearly a week of no contact with you, it felt nice. He missed the way your skin felt on his. He almost jumped out of his seat when he saw his Spider-Man suit hanging up in the closet where you could easily see it.

“Relax. I already know you’re Spider-Man.” You cooed as you put some Neosporin on his busted eyebrow. Peter relaxed under you for a moment as he took in his situation.

“And you’re not mad?” He asked quietly. You were surprisingly calm considering the circumstances.

“I’m not mad.” You smiled softly at him. “Venom is a little offended that you called her ugly though.”

“You’re Venom.” Peter said as he remembered seeing you jump off the building and transforming into the alien before his eyes. It made sense. The “We” was in reference to you. And you had saved his life the first night you met when Venom wanted to eat him. He just couldn’t believe his girlfriend was his arch nemesis this whole time.

“I am. Well, we are. Venom, say hi.” You turned to your left and watched as Venom shyly came out in her snake-like form to greet

“Hi.” Venom hissed.

“Hey.” Peter said back with a tiny bit a fear. He looked at you for reassurance and you nodded.

“You’re no panty dropper yourself, by the way.” Venom grumbled.

“Hey! Be nice or go back inside.” You scolded. Venom chose the later and went back inside.

“Are you mad?” You asked timidly, making him think about it.

“Not mad. Just confused.” He decided. “Is this why you were avoiding me? Because you saw my identity the night we ate dinner with Mr. Stark?”

“Yeah.” You admitted with guilt. “He told me I had a week to tell you. Today’s only day six so he’s gonna be thrilled.”

“He knows?” Peters eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes.” You confessed. “But he knew I was Venom before he knew I was your girlfriend.”

“That’s great news. Then I don’t have to explain anything to him.” Peter looked on the bright side. “Plus, he loves you. Speaking of love…”

Peter put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you into a passionate, tear filled kiss. You wrapped your hand around his wrist and kissed him deeply, one last time. You slowly pulled apart and you bit your quivering lip.

“We have to break up.” You whispered before pulling your hands away from him.

“What? Why?” Peter asked in shock.

“Look at us Peter. Look what’s become of us.” Your voice wavered. “How can we ever be together when you’re Spider-Man and I’m Venom? We didn’t tell each other these huge things about our lives and we hurt each other because of it. Tell me, do you honestly think I’d ever lay a hand on you?”

“No.” Peter answered. He knew you didn’t have a malicious bone in your body.

“Exactly. I wouldn’t. And yet, I beat you to the point where you couldn’t even stand.” You began to cry from shame. “I should be protecting you, not hurting you.”

“But you didn’t know it was me.” Peter pointed out.

“Exactly Peter! I didn’t know it was you because you didn’t tell me!” You exclaimed. “Do you not trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. But in my defense, I’ve never told anyone I was Spider-Man. May, Ned, Mr. Stark, they all found out on their own. You were the first person I was actually going to tell willingly. I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.” He sighed, and you believed him. “And what about you? You didn’t tell me you were Venom.” .

“It’s different, Peter.” You shook your head. “Venom isn’t a friendly neighborhood superhero. People see you and the run to you for help. But Peter, I’m what they’re running from. You said it yourself. I’m a hideous monster. I had a reason to hide who I was.”

Peter looked hurt at his own words. He cringed at the memory of insulting you so many times. He couldn’t imagine how it felt to hear that from your own boyfriend.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I said that about Venom, not you. I never would’ve said it if I had known.” Peter said softly, while reaching up to stroke your cheek. You wanted nothing more than to lean into his touch and forget the whole thing.

“That’s the point.” You moved his hand away. “We both would’ve done things differently if we had known. But we didn’t. And that’s why we need to breakup. Before we hurt each other any more.”

“Y/n, please.” Peter’s lips began to tremble. You couldn’t even look at him, not when you knew how much you were hurting him. You knew you’d take one took at his tear filled eyes and run right back into his arms. You had to be strong. You got up off his lap and headed towards the door before you lost your nerve.

“I’m sorry, Peter.” You said with your back to him. “We’re just on different paths. I’m so sorry.”

“Well what if I give up being Spider-Man?” Peter bartered. You looked at him over your shoulder in bewilderment.

“You’d give that up for me?”

“Anything for you.” He said confidently.

“I can’t ask you to do that. And what about Mr. Stark? You’re just gonna give up your mentor to be with me?” You asked him, hoping to knock some sense into him.

“Nothing means anything if I don’t have you.” Peter shot back. He was making it so difficult. You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at him for how he was acting.

“You’re not throwing your life away for me.” You shook your head sternly. “I won’t allow it.”

“Well what if you give up Venom?” He suggested.

Venom jumped out and growled at Peter. He stumbled back and you held Venom back like a dog on a leash.

“She would never choose you over us, Spider-Man.” Venom snarled. “We’ve been with Y/n much longer than you have. We’ve dried her tears. We’ve kept her safe. What have you done? Y/n and I are inseparable by choice. I’m inside her. She’s mine.”

“Yea, well, I’ve been inside her too.” Peter shot back with faltering confidence. Your eyes widened at the two of them.

“Both of you, stop it.” You commanded. “This argument is over. I’m sorry, Peter. I’ll never be sorry enough. But I have to go.”

“Where are you going?” He panicked as you went for the door again.

“Home.” you answered, avoiding his gaze. 

“This is your home.” He protested. “Here, with me.”

“Not anymore.” You finally looked at him. “I’m going back to San Francisco. I booked the flight while you were knocked out and it leaves in the morning. I can’t be here anymore, Peter. I can’t see you everyday and not want to be with you.”

“Then be with me.” Peter practically yelled.

“We can’t be together. I knew it from the start.” You wiped your face when you remembered your breakdown in your car that one day.

“Y/n, please.” Peter gently took your arm, making you look at him. “Don’t go. I need you. You never even gave me a chance to say it back.”

In the midst of all the chaos and drama, you’d forgotten that you told Peter you loved him. A part of you was glad you finally got to say it, but the bigger part of you ached knowing you’d never hear it back.

“Don’t say it.” You put a half over his mouth for a moment. “Please, just, don’t say it. It’ll be too painful for the both of us. Just let me go. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. You and I not being together will never be okay.” Peter cried, leaving his sweet brown eyes a miserable red.

“Peter…” you breathed, hardly able to take it.

“Please don’t leave me. Everyone else has left me. And you’ve never been like everyone else.” Peter gave one last attempt to make you stay. You looked at him in his entirety. You took him all in. His wavy hair, his doe eyes, his slightly crooked nose and his eyebrow that stood all the way up. All the things you first fell in love with that day you knocked on his door to give him his mail. That seemed that a million years back but it was really only a few months. Your heart broke at the sight of Peter, as beautiful as ever, standing before with a broken heart. And even worse, you were the one that broke it.

“Stay.” His voice was barely above a whisper but he could see you beginning to weaken. He took his opportunity to beg to reconsider. A little gleam of hope bubbled in Peters chest. You stood up straighter, cleared your throat, and tore your eyes away from your ex-boyfriend.

“Peter Parker, I will love you until my lungs are empty. But I cannot stay.” You said firmly. Just like that, his hope was gone. Before he could say anything else, you ran out his bedroom door, through his kitchen, and out the front door. You locked your door behind you and climbed into bed, crying at the loss of your teenage love. You knew Peter could hear every tear that fell with his heightened hearing, so you whispered heartfelt apologies and hoped he’d find a way to forgive you.

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A/N: If I had to give this part a title, I would title it “(Y/N) and their human friends” Also I lied. This part was too long so it might be another part (or two) before we get to the Bella Arc.

* “You know you would be pretty good looking without the glasses.” Lauren says twirling a strand of hair and ignoring the algebra worksheet in front of her.

* Yeah that’s kind of the whole point

* “Contacts kind of freak me out.”

* You’re expecting a snarky response but instead she nods.

* “It’s the whole sticking your finger in your eye thing right, I totally get that.” She’s watching you with such inquisitive eyes, it almost you uncomfortable.

* It’s been a few months since you started school, you’re almost at thanksgiving break. So far you feel like you’ve assimilated well, and you have a good balance between school and caring for your animals, but it’s situations like this that totally throw you off.

* “Hey (Y/N/N), what did you get for number 5?” Jessica asks, you’re thankful for the distraction.

* “I got X = 8” Jessica confirms she got that too, and moves onto the next one

* You three are in the worlds most unlikely group. You didn’t even know Lauren was in this class you usually just pair up with Jessica.

* “Hey, me and a some people from the volleyball team are going to Port Angeles, you should come with, we could give you a makeover.”

*You wonder what the other angle here is

* It didn’t take long for you to realise that somehow, even with the ugly-duckling routine, the Cullen’s were at the top of the social hierarchy.

* Part of their popularity was probably because they didn’t really seem to interact with anyone outside of their own social circle. Which just made them all the more desirable.

* “I don’t know Lauren, I would have to ask Esme if it’s okay.” Though you can already bet Rosalie isn’t going to like this.

* “Oh cool, just let me know!” Lauren smiles, it turns out the act of considering her invitation was enough to placate her.

* For once you’re actually glad Edward’s waiting for you outside of your class when the bell rings.

* “Edward read that girls mind.”

* “It’s always straight to business isn’t it. No, ‘hi Edward how’s it going?’ Or ‘How was your class, how has your morning been treating you?’ It wouldn’t hurt you to make some small talk” You give him a look, and he returns it with an expectant expression. You sigh.

* “Hi, Edward how was your class?” You plaster on a smile, and he returns with a smile of his own.

* “It was fine. A little repetitive, we’re reading “to kill a mocking bird” in English.” You nod, offering a consoling pat on the shoulder

* “That sounds super boring,” the books great and all, but you’re guessing he’s already read it like 30 times by now. “Hey Edward,”

* “Yes (Y/N),” He nods, hiding his grin behind his hand.

* “Would you mind doing me a favor?”

* “Of course, anything for you.” He grins openly now.

* “Would you mind telling me what that girl Lauren Mallory is thinking so I can know why she invited me,” and not Jessica her good friend. “to hang out?”

* Edward loses his smile.

* “The varsity members on the volleyball team suggested it, they think it’s a shame they couldn’t have got you on the team since you just moved here.”

* Unexpected but not the worst. You’ve really been half assing it in PE so you’re surprised they even want you.

* “Lauren-she thinks you could be-“ a lopsided smirk twitches onto his face. “in her words- ‘two super good looking best friends’ “

*oh. So she just wants a pretty b*tch squad?

* “Maybe I’ll go with them then” you were scared they were going to force you to show them the Cullen’s house and introduce you to everyone, or leave you stranded in port A as some kind of prank or something.

* Edward stops you

*“you can’t be serious” he has his eyebrows scrunched together

* “Why not?” Nothing more natural to fitting in then hanging out with your classmates. Unless- “if you’re worried about any accidents don’t, I know they all look healthy but they eat a lot of carbs. Way too starchy for my palette.”

* “It’s not that-“ he gets that brooding-existence is suffering look. “You shouldn’t trust humans too much, they’ll let you down.”

* Well what’s that supposed to mean, but before you can ask he’s already walking to his class.

* Well whatever, at least Emmett will tell you a good joke to take your mind off of Mr. Eternal Damnations ominous words.

* Too bad when you get inside he’s not here, instead Mike Newton perks up when you walk into the room.

* “Hey Eleazar, how’s it going?” You still have a hard time adjusting to use Eleazar’s name as your own. Apparently they came from a time when last names were only for nobles, so he offered you his first name instead.

* “Hey Newton, any plans for this weekend?” You take Edward’s advice and start with small talk. Mike Newton smiles, you guess he’s kinda cute, all soft cheeks and baby blue eyes

* “No I’m completely free!” Weird how he’s so enthusiastic about being alone, he must be one of those “relish time alone” types. Good for him.

* “Everyone needs some time alone sometimes.” He deflates, oh man you guess that’s the wrong thing to say.

* He looks like he wants to say something to you, but then Emmett sits beside you.

* “Can I have a swig from your water bottle?” You hand it over

* “Making out with Rosalie make you thirsty?” Emmett cracks a grin

* “It’s that whole bookworm-soccer mom get up, it gets to me yknow?” That’s actually pretty funny

* “So what she’s the Velma to your Freddy?” When the reference doesn’t sink in you rephrase “the nerd to your jock.” He grins again.

* “I think I might join the swim team just so I can see her wear my letterman” that’s actually pretty cute

* “You should do that, I’ll cheer you on at your swim meets” Emmett grins.

*”I’ll hold you to that”

* School life goes on like it always has.

* Weeks pass, marked by tests, homework assignments and projects.

* You actually kind of become friends with Angela, Lauren, Jessica, Connor and Mike.

* “So like, are you and Cullen close?” Mike asks. You and the group are over at Tyler’s house using his fire pit to roast marshmallows. The others are invested in another conversation but you can tell by Lauren’s subtle head tilt that she’s eavesdropping.

* “Which one?” Mike gets flustered at that

* “The one in our grade.”

* “Hmm, well I’d say Alice and I are kinda close, but-“

* “N-no not her,” he clears his throat. “The other one-Edward”

* “Oh, Edward’s my best friend.” The answer slips out automatically.

* “I-Is that why you’re staying with the Cullen’s?” Jessica asks. Everyone’s blatantly listening now, the only one who seems uncomfortable is Angela.

* You sigh. You know everyone at school is probably wondering about the weird relationship. Jessica’s just the only one brave enough to ask you.

* “I mean, it might be.” You’re sure, Edward’s friendship with you is the reason everyone was so quick to accept the living arrangement. “But I actually met Car-I mean Dr. Cullen before I met the others.”

* “How does that work?” It’s Connor who pipes in this time.

* “Well-“ you sigh you really don’t want to do this but at least your sob story will make you seem less suspicious. “So Eleazer and Carmen, they’re my parents, but they’re not my birth parents.”

* You tell them how your parents passed away in an accident many years ago, and how Carlisle had been your Doctor at the time while you recovered. He worked with you for a long time, and you’re pretty sure he wanted to adopt you, but the agency liked Carmen and Eleazer better, probably because Carlisle already had so many adopted kids.

* “Still, Carlisle stayed in my life as my doctor and a family friend. Then I met Edward and the rest of the Cullen’s and... the rest is history...I guess.” You’ve found it’s best to mix a little bit of truth into the lie, though really all of that was mostly what happened.

* Everyone looks testy eyed, Angela is holding back tears, and Lauren hastily wipes her away so no one can see. You wonder if maybe your powers leaked out a bit while you were telling your story.

* “Dude... you’re so strong.” Tyler claps a hand on your shoulder and pulls you into a hug.

* “Ah, it all happened a long time ago, I’m mostly over it now” You tell them all about your Coven in Denali, and how you have two families now, how you don’t regret anything. Well, the only thing you regret, is not staying human, but you can’t mention that so you fake a smile instead.

* Connor breaks out a bottle of vodka he stole from his mom, and pours a shot for everyone

* “To (Y/N)” everyone raises their glass, and not for the first time you feel the urge to cry but no tears escape you.

* You’re a lot closer to everyone after that. You even start sitting at their lunch table every so often.

* In fact the others follow your lead and assimilate with their classmates with ease. Rosalie joins the school book club, and very loudly debates Jane Austen’s to whoever will listen.

* Emmett follows through and joins the swim team. Jasper starts hanging out with some wood shop kids, you’ve caught him arguing about the superior wood in between classes with his new friends. Even Alice joins the art club.

* You try out for the dance/cheer team, it’s the only thing you don’t have to hold back in. Also you’re a great base, you could hold everyone on the team up single handedly during stunts. But you won’t know if you made it until summer vacation

* Everyone seems to be assimilating well, everyone except for Edward

* “You can’t expect me to trust these people (Y/N), not when I know everything they’re really thinking.” You roll your eyes

* “I’m not saying you have to be their best friend Eddie, I’m just saying it looks super suspicious that all the Cullen’s only hang out with each other and refuse to get to know anyone else.” You shove a text book into his chest, and he scoffs

* “It wouldn’t hurt to make some small talk.”

* And so Edward joins your group of human friends, much to the joy of your female companions and dismay of your male ones.

* Life is still strange. But it’s good.

* When you’re surrounded by your new friends, it makes you feel - almost like you’re human again

* And then everything falls apart.

* It’s almost summer vacation. You’re excited, maybe you can go to the beach again soon, and you wonder if it will be alright to take a trip to Denali to see your Coven. You’re pretty confident you made the spirit squad so you’ll have to pencil in camp somewhere. You held back, but just enough by your own parameters to make the bottom end of Varsity.

* You’re at your locker, when Rosalie, and Edward show up. Quickly followed by Emmett, Jasper and Alice.

* “Oh hey guys, you wanna go on a hike tomorrow it’s supposed-“

* “You have to leave.” You’re surprised when it’s Emmett that says this. Kind, jovial Emmett holds a grave expression.

* “What, why-“ for a second you wonder if the Volturi has finally come to get you. It’s been at least seven years since your transformation, it’s about time they started thinking about you.

* But then you notice everyone staring, the quiet buzz of phones vibrating only detected by your super hearing. People are always staring, especially when you’re all together. but this time you notice they’re not staring at the six super models gathered in front of the lockers.

* They’re staring at you.

* “There’s a video of you going around,” Jasper says, and Rosalie placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I think it’s better if you see for yourself.”

* He hands you his blackberry, and the grainy image of you come into focus.

* It’s a YouTube video

* You’re in the locker room, your (Your Color Skin) in full view under the fluorescent lights. You’re wearing your underwear, and your abs are on full display. You’re Grey PE uniform shirt is limp in your hands, you remember this, you got extra laps as a penalty and as a result, you were running late for class, you were alone in the locker room

*well you thought you were alone.

* Your body is literally perfect, the way you’ve always dreamed, but you feel white hot shame rise in your throat like acid.

* Your hands shake as you scroll down to see the comments

* ‘Damn who knew they had a body like that under those dorky sweaters’

* ‘(Y/N) Eleazar: Best body Forks HS 10/10 would f*ck’

* ‘Hot body, if only they ditched the glasses, and started wearing some tighter shirts’

* And the comments go on, there’s at least a hundred. You hold your cardigan a little closer to your body. You don’t have the courage to turn around. You can already imagine them staring at you, picturing what they saw in the video transposed onto your body

* “I’m sorry, I didn’t see this coming until it was already happening-“ Alice touches your shoulder and continues her apology but you don’t hear anything.

* You want to cry, you want to be angry. But all you feel is shame. And the worst part is, you didn’t even do anything wrong. So why do you feel so ashamed?

* “Hey, look at me.” Edward grabs your face in his hands, your amber eyes meet his.

*”Snap out of it.”

* Oh, your powers are leaking through.

*Your gaze turns to your foster family, all of whom sport equally uncomfortable expressions.

* You take a deep breath, and imagine reeling in your emotions, imagining them receding back into a locked box, just like Eleazer taught you.

* You need a calm mind right now.

* “Are you fine now?” Edward asks, his hands still on your face. You nod, resting your hand on top of his

* “I’m good.”

* “Good, because we have to get you out of here.” He’s moved his hand to your arm, about to tug you back home when you pull back and shake your head.

* “We can’t do that.”

* “What do you mean?” Rosalie hisses, her hand curls around your wrist “we have to leave NOW.”

* “No think about it, they’re right.” Jasper says, his eyes meeting yours. At least someone’s on the same oage

* “Think about it Rose, if I leave now with all of you it’s going to look weird.” Normal 15-17 year olds wouldn’t think to handle the situation on their own, especially not entitled rich kids like the Cullen’s.

*She seems to have gotten it because her hand retreats to her side.

* “Well what should we do then, I’m not letting you walk around here with everyone-“ she cuts herself off, a deep frown creasing onto her face as her teeth dig into her bottoms lip.

* “We need to call Carlisle or Esme, they’ll pretend they saw the video from someone else and file a complaint with the school.” You take a deep breath, and imagine the locked box in your mind. Your emotions held carefully within.

* “Until then we all need to pretend like it’s not a big deal.”

* “No way in hell am I doing that!” Emmett growls. “I’m going to rip that fucking peeping Tom piece by piece.”

* “Not all of us need to pretend,” Alice says, her gaze somewhere far away, flicking between futures. “Only Edward, Rosalie and I do.” Her gaze lands on you.

* “You need to go to your class like normal,” a hint of a smile curls onto her mouth. “Everything’s going to work out fine.” Edward’s focusing on Alice, reliving her vision.

* “Do you think you can manage being alone?” Edward asks, you don’t have the next class with any of the Cullen’s. You’ll be on your own.

* You catch Jasper and Alice whispering to each other, but pay it no mind. Flirting even in the middle of your entire world crumbling down.

* You take a deep breath, picturing the locked box over and over, making it a visual mantra.

* “I can get through a period.” Everyone disperses, and Jasper walks you to your next class. Edward wanted to, but Jasper insisted.

*”You’re always hogging them, give someone else a few minutes Edward.”

* You’re almost near your class when Jasper talks to you.

* “Hey, I don’t know if I should tell you this”

*You wonder if he’s going to offer to beat up the person who took the video, or if he’s going to offer you a comforting word.

* “Alice told me you’re going to raise some hell on a misogynist in there” he gives you a wicked grin, his incisors sparkling.

* How is it that every vampire seems to say what you least expect to hear and yet, it’s exactly what you need in the moment.

* He holds out his fist, and you bump it with your own. A grin curling onto your face.

* “Hell yeah I am.”

* You take your usual seat in Spanish like normal. You sit in the front row in this class, diagonally from Jessica. Mike and Angela sit somewhere in the back.

* You just need to focus and keep your emotions in check for 45 minutes. You visualize the box, calming yourself separating the mind and body.

* How did the saying go... a calm soul resides in a calm body?

* “-Zar, Miss. Eleazar!” Your eyes pop up to the teacher, the locked box falling out of grasp.

* “Yes, sorry?” The teacher sighs, you look to the white board to see you’re going over the answers to the worksheet. You’re about to provide the answer for the number you’re on when the teacher cuts you off.

* “I know you might be focused on body building, but in my class you need to focus on the material.” There’s a scattered laugh that fills the room, but your blood runs cold

* “Excuse me?”

* And that’s when your teacher knew he fucked up. He stutters over himself, the sentences overlapping

* “-really you should take it as a compliment-“

* “Oh you think I should take it as a compliment that someone recorded me without my consent while I was changing?”

* The rooms pin drop silent. Your teacher is sweating.

* “Hold on now- I think you’re being a little dramatic don’t you think” A smirk curls onto his lips. “You were in your underwear, it was really no different than wearing a swimsuit” he’s got this smug smile, like he’s right.

*Honestly you were ready to put everything behind you and move on if he just apologized. It’s gross that a teacher is watching videos of a student changing, but what would you have done in his situation if a co-worker showed you.

* “It’s all about perspective, a positive per-“

* But not anymore, you’re not in a forgiving mood, especially not for an idiot like this.

* “No it’s all about consent.” All the anger and despair you’ve been holding back comes flooding out. “When someone wears a swimsuit they’re consenting to show skin and be seen, but I wasn’t contesting to being seen when I was changing in the privacy of the locker room.” You don’t stop for air, your voice trembling

* “And another thing, I wonder how the school administration will feel knowing the same faculty that’s supposed to make students feel safe and enrich their lives is watching creepy videos-“ you stop when you meet your teachers eyes, tears streaming down his face.

* Oh f*ck

* You look to your right, finding your classmates in a similar state, holding back tears.

*So this is what happens to humans when they come in contact with your power.

* You try to visualize the box, but it’s too far now. And all the crying people around you don’t help.

*You need to get out of here.

* “Pathetic, not even an apology for your gas lighting.” She shake your head as confidently as you can, grabbing your bag with trembling hands.

* You walk quickly, maybe there’s a mountain you can climb and wait it out on. You’ll text Carlisle and let him now what happened. It shouldn’t be too-

*” Hey wait!”

* You’re already in the hallway when someone call out to you. You turn, expecting it to be Angela or Mike. Never in a million years would you expect her to be standing there in the middle of the hall, her hand hastily wiping away a stray tear.

* “Mr. Peterson’s a f*cking jerk.” Jessica sniffles, walking quickly to catch up with you. You don’t miss the fact that her bags not slung across her back.

* She must have left a minute after you did. You haven’t thought about her as a friend. Not a real one at least. She’s kind of like hot sauce, it’s fun when it’s around, but if it’s not then that’s not a big deal.

* So to see her here, the first to follow you out, rambling about wether you want to get frozen yogurt or pizza, it warms your unbeating heart.

* “Hey Jessica?” She stops mid-sentence, her eyes swinging up to you.

* You haven’t been fair to her. But you’re going to change that.

* “Thanks for being my friend.” And she smiles at you, her arms wrapped around her tight. It’s not the fake ones you see often the ones she throws to Lauren when she’s asking for Jessica’s opinion on an outfit, or when Connor tries to copy her homework’s. it’s a genuine smile.

* Before she can open her mouth, you hear two more shouts from the hallway.

*Angela and Mike are jogging down the hallway to catch up with you. The latter carrying a bright pink backpack in his hand.

* “Geez Jess, the least you could do is take your bag before you go bolting out of there” Mike’s panting as he holds out her bag. You don’t miss the blush ghosting her face.

*Looks like she still has a crush on him.

* “Hey, are you okay?” Angela asks, and you wish you could cry as you nod.

* “Is it weird that I’m kind of happy right now?” And the three of them smile, before wrapping you into a group hug.

*They all smell terrible. Jessica smells like boiled broccoli, Mike is like the overwhelming stench of fat mixed with sugar, and Angela.. Angela’s probably the worst. She’s sickeningly sweet mixed with a healthy dose of starch.

*it’s disgusting. You have a hard time believing any of the Cullen’s would lose their minds when they’re this close to any of them.

*still, even with the repulsive stench, it’s nice. You haven’t felt the body gets of another human in a long time, or heard the quiet thump of their beating heart. Even the odor is nice, it reminds you that they’re human.

*And for a second it’s easier to pretend you’re human too, just like them.

* “Dude why are you so cold?” Jessica groans, breaking the moment. She taps your arm but doesn’t pull away.

* “While we’re asking questions, Mike how much axe do you use?” Angela’s eyes are watering as you both laugh.

* “Like you’re one to talk, I can smell your strawberry shampoo two hallways over!”

* You watch the three of them untangle and start walking to the back exit from the gym.

* “So where do we go now? We can’t stay here.” Angela says

* “I was thinking maybe a coffee shop, if we take out books we might pass for having a free period” Jessica pipes in

* “Oh, how about the Arcade? A buddy of mine works there since he’s already on break from college, I don’t think he’ll minds us hanging out there.”

* So this is what Alice meant when she said everything was going to be okay.

*Your Human Friends were going to save you

*You haven’t forgotten Edward’s warning, someone did break your trust and let you down.

* But that’s what it means to build friendships, you open yourself to being hurt, and so do they.

* “Hey (Y/N/N), what do you think?” Mike asks, and they all turn around to notice you’re not walking with them.

*You try not to smile to wide. You don’t want to scare them off now.

* “I think there’s something fun about an arcade during the day, no lines.” You say, walking a little bit faster to catch up with your friends.

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[jadelynlace]

ink drinker / modern vikings au, Ivar x F!Reader

author’s note: long story short, I wrote this series but used an OFC that I use for most of my longer series. many thanks to @victoria-styles for her suggestion of making it a reader / Y/N story. major plot tweaks as well.

synopsis: Ivar was only meant to be a friend with benefits, but he caught feelings for his older brother’s best friend: you.

pairing: Ivar x Reader

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“Not into the million dollar bullshit?” You heard a voice beckon from behind you, stepping forwards with a light to start the cigarette that hung between your Oxford red stained lips.

“Crawling through the depths of hell sounds more pleasant than being here,” You grumbled back through the cloud of grey smoke slipping past your lips. You watched the figure next to you light up his own cigarette, taking note at how his fingers curled around the stick as he laughed with your words. “I’m only here to calm Hvitserk,”

“And he’s not even here,” He said back with a laugh, blue eyes peeking to grab at yours.

“Structure fire across town,” You tell him. “Told him that if he’s so inclined he can bring the truck over here and spray the party with the water,” Ivar laughed at that.

“Fuck, you clean up nice. And I love a woman in uniform,” He teases, smirking as you do too. It went silent for a second between you two, sticks of chemicals on your lips as his eyes did not miss the way your dress hugged at your body, how your stilettos were secured around your ankles. He couldn’t pull his mind back quickly enough before he was imagining them over his shoulders, your lips that curled around the filter and how they might look around his cock. How you were the first person who gave him complete reign over the ink he was going to forever mark your body with.

“Let’s just say I’d rather slice my own tongue off and choke on it than admit to that, actually wearing something other than the blues, and enjoying it,” You groan as the man next to you laughs, a sick snicker coming from his lips and you find yourself smiling too. “But you don’t clean up half bad yourself, Ivar,” You tease back as your eyes catch sight of the roll of his sleeves, how he maneuvers the buttons and pulls the white fabric back to show the first indications of sleeved out arms.

“Where do you want to go?” Ivar asks, taking the cigarette from his mouth to stub.

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t think I fucking stuttered,” He started in challenge. “You said you didn’t want to be here, so where would you like to go?” He asks a quick swipe of his tongue over his lips as he cocks his head to the side awaiting your answer.

“Alright, Ragnarsson, you’re fucking on,” You laugh back, crushing your own stick with the spike of your heel as you follow him.

*

Hvitserk was a man who took most things with a grain of salt, others came with a few shots of whiskey. He had seen the darker side of humanity, and you were right there with him when he did. Your interest in becoming certified for emergency medicine had followed you since your high school graduation, and you were right on the top of the sign up sheet when class enrolled. And you stayed on top when your graduated. Company firings and how it lead to short staffing, moving of some onto better things lead to an opening you leapt on and found yourself paired with a paramedic with blonde hair and a smile that could cause most of the human population to smile back. It did not take long for a friendship to strike up, even outside of the station and the blazing sirens. His humor, his companionship kept you sane, kept the darkness of the horrid calls at bay, you two grew close, quickly.

Even if company policy allowed the romantic attachments between co-workers, you still couldn’t find yourself catching some sort of feeling to Hvitserk. He was a friend, your best, and it was left at that. You trusted him with your life, you’d gladly lay on the stretcher and head into the emergency room as long as he was the paramedic who was treating you.

Sigurd came next in the line of his brothers, an obsession with music, and nothing but the best that world could offer. He had an artistic hand, Hvitserk drove you towards his place of employment for permanent artwork to your liking and that was how you met Ivar. He watched you tip toe through his portfolio, but if Sigurd had talent, then Ivar was a God. You had never seen such movement on skin where he would trace his ink. You didn’t want to pull a design off of the internet and ask Ivar to put in on you, it seemed almost rude, instead you told him where you wanted it, and told him to go crazy. He looked at you in such a way, thinking you were joking. Perhaps too un-educated in the world of tattoos, but you held your ground and he was proud of such a feat.

Work was all too consuming, trying to leave space for time other than the blood pressure cuffs and patient history. You’d spend time out on town with Hvitserk, his brothers soon in tow, a party of their own that they could become. You were shocked Hvitserk hadn’t caught on, that none of them had, how long you had been spreading your legs for Ivar in secret. Petty bantering between the two of you, the others making bets to see whom would kill whom first, but that chatter went towards the foreplay that would follow you two into the bedroom. The most shock you came to realize was how Ivar was always there in the morning—it took a lot of you to convince him to leave, but he always mumbled something about five more minutes just for holding you.

Perhaps it was how your days were spent doused in testosterone, one of the three women of the entire station, entire company, leaving you to be able to handle yourself around men with egos far bigger than the dicks they would carry. That was how you were so seamlessly integrated into the Ragnarsson brother’s, struck up like the sister they never got. That was how Ivar found himself thinking about you far more than a friend with or without benefits would, how tightly you snug around his cock, how you look and sounded when you came for him, how you had pulled more from him than any other woman he had slept with. How you made him feel appreciated and not like a man who needed to navigate himself with his dick to get what women he wanted. How you didn’t toss him to the side after the first fuck. You drove him crazy and he didn’t have the words to admit to it.

“If I hear a grumble from you one more time Ivar, I am going to kick you out of the shop,” Sigurd spoke from his spot at the front desk, thumbing through a magazine of industry products as Ivar hissed a curse at him in reply. “What the fuck is you problem?”

“Y/N,” Ivar answered all too quickly.

“What? She hurt your ego too bad last time we were out? Didn’t stroke it enough to your liking?” Sigurd teased.

“No,” Ivar said. “She didn’t stroke me enough to my liking,” But Ivar said the words far too quickly before he could catch them.

“Are you fucking her?” Sigurd said, sitting up in his chair. “You two are fucking?” He laughed.

“Shut up,” Ivar grumbled, a toss of his pencil flying to grace the space Sigurd was at.

“She cut your dick off? That the issue?” He teased. “Hvitserk’s going to go ape-shit, dude,”

“That’s why we’re not telling him yet, right Sigurd?” Ivar said “Right, Sigurd?” He repeated with an extended finger at his brother.

“How long have you two been fucking—I need to know that, for science, and because I am still in shock. How did you—her? She’s too good for you Ivar, you have to be careful there,”

“Two years,” Ivar remarked and Sigurd nearly fell out of his chair.

“Fuck! You ask her out yet?”

“We’re not talking about this—or telling anyone else, right?” Ivar said again.

“Yes, sir,” Sigurd nodded, a fake salute from his hand as his mind was still scrambled.

“Don’t call me sir,” Ivar snapped.

“Yes ma’am,”

*

You’d never forget the call that came through dispatch a month after you and Ivar had started to screw around more often than fuck buddies would. The address sounded familiar, but Hvitserk was the one who made the connection it was the shop. Ink Drinker was a parlor bathed in black; walls and dark floors that made the rooms look like they never ended. The art displayed belonged to that of Ivar, of Sigurd, of the few others who came and went for their tattoo work. The owner had wooden sculptures of his own to line the spaces, but you had only ever seen the man through his social media.

You feared suddenly something happening to Ivar, or Sigurd, readying yourself for the sight that may hold them there, but it wasn’t them. A patron had passed out to the sight of the needles, sending Ivar to sour his entire mood at the weakness for something he found so simple. His flash of anger changed suddenly when you and his brother showed up, jumping from the rig in full expectance to see either sibling in a bloody mess after fighting to their death.

“I called and specifically asked for Hvitserk Ragnarsson and his partner,” Sigurd teased as the teenager came too, apologizing and still paying Ivar for the appointment he was too scared to cancel.

“I was hoping it would be a trauma call, you finally snapping and kicking Ivar’s ass,” You answered back, smirking at Ivar as he rolled his eyes in distaste. Ivar’s eyes climbed your whole body as you worked, the uniform marking your hierarchy and importance as you took the patient to the hospital. His text message not ten minutes later almost made you head back just to smack him.

“You’re keeping the uniform on next time we fuck.”

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Hello I'm light anon and i bring you the first chapter of an au i started awhile ago with the help of Ender anon (hi love you/p) , the supernatural au named Abnormalities and its very long

Abnormalities

Chapter One - Phasmophobia 2.5k words

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“Prove it then.” 

Of course, Sap and Dream’s arguments always lead to some sort of challenge. Ever since you met them in middle school, it’s been like that. Sap would say something, Dream would fire back because Sap was clearly wrong in his eyes, and it would spiral from there. Today’s topic of debate: The existence of the paranormal. Specifically, ghosts.

What sparked it? A cheesy horror film you picked out for the monthly movie night. Your stereotypical ghost film with lazy jump scares with bad effects and acting.you only bought it so you four could laugh at it. You Guys laud sprawled on the couch while Sap took up the floor. All was well, Until Sap proclaimed that real ghosts wouldn’t be that shitty. Dream, heavily disagreed that ghosts even existed. George didn’t take a side but you backed Sap up. The world is to weird not to have ghosts in it.

”Oh absolutely.” Sap nodded, agreeing with your assessment.

Dream rolled his eyes “Sure, sure, just how are you going to prove me wrong? There isn’t a ‘haunted building’ anywhere in town.”

 At that moment George decided to speak up “What about the old willbeck farm?, the one a couple miles out of town. I always heard it was haunted by a kid or something.”

“That stupid place?  Those were just stories are parents told us to keep us from trespassing.”

You shrugged. “It’s a start.”

Next thing you know, you and sap blew your paychecks on ghost hunting equipment. You ordered the basics, an EMF meter, a good camera, a thermometer, you even bought a ‘Spirit box’ and some smudge sticks, all too spite Dream who complained that you were being scammed. 

You both ended up begging George to use his car to load up your equipment as he was the only one to have a large enough car for your equipment. He relented after a day of relentless begging. 

The Willbeck farm was a 40 minute drive from your home, which left a lot of room for discussion.

“You three are idiots.” 

You leaned forward to poke your head over the passenger seat. “You didn’t have to come, you know. You could have stayed back and do boring things like dressing up patches or something.”

He turned his head with narrowed eyes. “And make sure you guys didn’t fake your ‘proof?’ Not a chance.”

You laugh. “You’ll be the first one we feed to the ghosts.”

You bickered back and forth until George announced that they had finally made it. Not even seconds after he pulled into the clearing in front of the property, you and Sap practically kept out of the car and rushed to the trunk to get your gear. After distributing equipment amounts your group you took your first look at the house

The Farmhouse was much larger than you remembered reading about. It was a huge two story red building with a faded white trim. The word around it looked like it had been rotting for years and it definitely smelt like rot. AMany of the windows were broken in, and the glass was a gross brown color. The roof had some holes in it and the gutters had been ripped from the roof and laid scattered around the outside. A large barn was off to the side and had the same kind of wear to it. The entire property was surrounded by a torn up wire fencing, which had a lot of crows perched, eyeing you intensely. The Erie feeling the house gave off was intensified by the soft sound of the wind and the loud crow caws. 

If houses had a criteria to be haunted, this one checked off all the boxes

Sap let out a low whistle before lightly nudging your arm “Dude, this place makes your home look tiny!”

You scoffed at that. Sure your rented home was small, but was cheap enough to pay for while you worked your way through community college. A one bedroom, one bath, a combined kitchen/living space, all on top of a double garage was all you needed. 

It was a slow walk to the porch, all of you hesitant to actually set foot in the run down building. The steps creaked under you, and the wooden boards sunk slightly. You were at the head of the group, so you were the first one inside, taking a couple steps in the large foyer. It was full of outdated furniture, something you’d see out of the early 90’s. A large staircase sat to the left, hugging the wall as it pushed into the upstairs.  There was a door to your right, leading into what you believe was the kitchen.

You held the camera up and you got a good shot of the room, if there were no ghosts you’d at least have some cool photos.

The four of you spread out into  the room observing every corner of it. Sapnap was the one armed with the EMF reader. He waved the hand held device trying to get something, anything to read. He did manage to get one, honing onto a stuffed cow that was nestled into the couch.

It was dusty, like everything else in the room. Otherwise it was in semi good condition. It was... cute. Too cute to just be sitting in this old farmhouse for the rest of time. Dream had other opinions.

“That means nothing. It’s just a cow.” 

To be fair, it was the first time either of you had used this kind of equipment. You decided to put it in your bag, hoping to study it later. It could be a fluke, but you guys couldn’t bow down now!  The hunt has only just begun.

Every room on the first floor was subject to an EMF and Temperature checks. Dream and George fucked around while you and Sap scanned for anything that could be more than a fluke, the only thing that could be found was in the kitchen. A small carved statue of a crow.

It gave off the same readings as the cow plush, so perhaps it wasn’t a fluke. You found it sitting on the open windowsill, it was so life-like you almost mistake it for a living crow. Something was telling you that it was probably the oldest thing in the house. You gently placed it in your bag with the cow, another piece to your growing collection.

You took a moment to glance out the window. There were way too many crows sitting on the wire fence to be normal. It was the beginning of summer, so crows even migrate?

With the first floor cleared, you lead the charge upstairs. The floor boards only got louder with every step. You quietly asked whatever prime deity was watching that neither of your group would fall through the floor. The whole house felt unstable.

The top of the stairs lead you to a Hallway. It was small and only had two doors and at the end of it stood a large magnificent bookshelf.

You took the first door on the left accompanied by George while Sap and Dream opted to poke around in the hallway, formally splitting the group for the first time.

The room wasn’t very Large, nor could you tell what it was supposed to be used for as pretty much everything was covered with sheets of some kind. There were a couple of uncovered boxes laying on top of things, so it wasn’t completely boring. A couple of minutes of scavenging later, George called for your attention.

“Look at this” George presented you a beautiful lute from one of the few uncovered boxes. It was crafted out of a dark wood and had what you thought was engravings of fish along the sides. How old was this thing? Was it even usable?

“Let me see!” You asked, setting down the camera before making a grabby motion towards the lute, which was met with a questioning look from the Brit. “I want to see if it’s in tune.” 

He decided that it was a good enough answer before handing over the old thing. You strummed the strings, and it sounded surprisingly good, despite the cloud of dust that came off it. You paused for a brief moment before playing a quick melody, just a song you played back in middle school for a recital. You hummed along until yelps from outside and many thumps. 

You quickly set the Lute down and follow George out the door, fearing that something had gotten your two friends. However, instead of a gory mess, you saw Dream standing holding a book, while a whole pile of them at his feet, a few inches away from the bookshelf. 

“The shelves just collapsed on themselves.” He quietly said. The look on his face was puzzled, like he was still trying to figure out what had happened. 

“Or maybe,” Sap started. “The ghost doesn’t like you touching his stuff.”

“I’m keeping it then, the ghost doesn’t need it.” 

“What’s the title of it?” You asked as you fake over to view the damage. Dream opened the book and flipped through it. 

“It’s old, There isn’t a title nor is it in English, old English I think.”

What was such an old book doing in a relatively modern house? You shake the thought away and motioned for Dream to give it to you. “I’ll hold onto it, I want to see if I can get it translated.” Another treasure for your growing collection.

You turned back to check on George, he wasn’t next to you, instead he was messing with the final door, seeming to unjam the lock and push into the room. You decided to grab the lute and take it as a keepsake.

Picking it up again made your head feel... loud. You couldn’t tell which thoughts were yours and which were intruding. A pair of eyes were watching you somehow but the room was empty. Panic rose in your chest, your heart was beating so so loud. A cold hand touched your shoulders, yet you couldn’t tell if it meant you harm or not.

“Hey... are you okay?”

And it stopped. Everything was clear again. You turned your head to look back seeing Sap poke his head through the door. “You’ve been standing here for a while.”

You nod, “Yeah yeah... we should- we should stop splitting up.”

You’d only find out later that the Lute has the same effects that the other two objects did.

The house search was a bit of a bust. The only ‘Supernatural’ experience you had was the EMF meter going off and the strange experience with the lute which you opted not to tell your friends about, writing off as the Erie nature of the house getting to you.

Finding nothing else interesting, you took one last look at the entrance room before stepping out. You feel a weird sense of longing, something pulling at you not to go. You tried to shake off the feeling and you walked back to the car, just to put all your goodies away in the trunk. 

All that was left on your to-do list was to check the outside area and the barn. Being the person that you are, you went straight to the barn. They boys could handle the rest of the property alone. alone  The building had no doors you waltzed right though the entryway. Despite never actually being in a barn, it looked right to you.

It was devoid of any livestock, but there was Hay everywhere. Light shined through the holes in the ceiling, making the room clear enough. The soft blue liquid that was spread across the hay-

Wait. What?

Doing a second take revealed that the whole barn has some weird blue goo smeared everywhere. It looked too Fresh to be painted, it looked wet. There didn’t seem to be a set trail, just pools of it. You found most of it by a ladder that led up to a new section of the barn.

The blue substance was dripping from the loft of the barn. 

It had to be.

And you were right! Sort of. Finally dragging yourself up the old latter not really minding the blue that now stained your clothes, you found the source.

He was standing- floating?- there, as if waiting for someone. The man was tall, taller than you or any of their friends, absolutely towering over you. His entire pallet was muted, his skin was fucking Grey. His attire was strange too. Something out of a renaissance fair. What was the strangest was that he was translucent and bleeding? Out of a cut on his chest. That blue substance oozing out of his stomach onto the floor boards.

He smiled.

“You found me, little songbird.”

The temperature drop had you shivering, but that also could have been from the absolute terror of seeing a real ghost.

That loud feeling returned in full force, directing your attention onto him.. You had to go. But it was like you were frozen place. He moved to cup your face, cooing as he looked you over.

“It’s not polite to touch things that aren’t yours, yet you handle them with so much care... I don’t mind.”

He wasn’t acting out of malice, thank prime, but It didn’t make it any less uncomfortable. He was too close.

“.... pretty songbird. My pretty songbird.”

A beat past before you could hear your friends calling for you. Your head cleared for a moment so you took it and ran. Practically flying down the ladder and hurting yourself in the fall. Ignoring the pain you booked it to the car right past Dream and Sap, who were standing by the entrance to the barn.

“We- We have to go. Now. Please we need to... to...” you couldn’t really tell what you were saying, everything was moving too fast. Great Prime, that was a real ghost. You- You were talking to a ghost. A Ghost called you a Song bird. 

A Ghost.

That ended your hunt right there and then. You weren’t in a fit state to keep going. Especially not when you’re covered in... whatever this blue stuff is. You’d come to find later that you had a blue hand print on your face, right where the man had cradled your face.

You’re so out of it, you don’t realize when your friends are guiding you up the stairs to your home. One of them says something about leaving the loot in your garage, but you don’t really care. This is a future problem. You give a small thank you and a swift goodbye before passing out the second you feel your pillow under you.

So deep in sleep you don’t realize that your tiny home has a few new residents wandering about. 

Or the fact that one of them watched over you as you slept

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I AM SIMPLY ASHAMED OF HOW LONG IVE BEEN PUTTING THIS OFF IT WAS A CRINE TO NOT LET Y'ALL SEE THIS EARLIER. LIGHT YOU'VE DONE A FANTASTIC JOB AAUAUGGG

#submission #tw. yandere #c: dream #c: george #c: sapnap #c: wilbur #💡 anon

[redhoodssweetheart]

Things That Go Bump In the Night

Genre: Paranormal/Supernatural AU

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes @im--multi--fandom--trash​ (This is apart of my 1.5K follower celebration, requests are now closed)

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Swearing

Description:  You, Jason, Dick, and Kori got to what’s supposed to be one of those stereotypical Halloween haunted houses, but you all have bit off more than you could chew.

A/N: I’m not gonna lie I kinda got the idea of an actual haunted house from Scooby Doo: The Goblin King.  Scooby and Shaggy find out monsters are real and the character of Mystic in this is based off the dude who runs that shop Scooby and Shaggy go to (except Mystic is more of a dick).  Anyway, enjoy!

Halloween was Jason’s favorite time of year.  Given that you lived in Gotham that was surprising to you.  “Don’t you get enough of the costumes and scary things as it is?”  You had asked him once.

His response, “Okay, but that’s work, this is fun.”

This year you, Jason, Kori, and Dick had all decided to go to one of those fake haunted houses and be scared by the likes of Freddie Krueger, Jason, Mike Myers, and all the other horror movie legends.  You had researched and found a house on the outskirts of Gotham that looked like a good place to go and the four of you had hopped in the car and headed to the location.

Kori had never gone to a haunted house before and was excited to experience it for the first time.  “Just remember not to blast anyone,” Dick was telling her, a teasing look on his face.

She rolled her eyes at him, “I am not that bad.”

“Kori, I watched you almost fry the toaster one time because you weren’t ready for the toast to come out,” Jason said with a smirk.  “Try to remember these aren’t bad guys that need to be shot down.”

“All right everyone, place your bets now on who you think is going to crack first and be the most scared,” you said as you placed a cup on the center console.  “Last person to crack or get scared takes everything.”

Money was dumped into the cup and you hid it from sight so no one who passed your car would notice it and try to break in.  Even though you weren’t in Gotham proper you were still in Gotham.

The four of you climbed out of the car and toward the ticket counter.  The older gentleman behind the counter smiled at you and said, “Welcome to Mystic’s Halloween Mayhem, just the four of you?” 

Dick nodded, “Yep!”  And handed over the money for the tickets.

“Have a good evening and enjoy the thrills and chills of my haunted house!”  The man said with a flourish letting them walk up the little dirt path toward the house.  He watched them a chuckle escaping him, “They’re in for the scare of their lives.”  Then he and the ticket counter disappeared.

The house was your stereotypical haunted house.  You were pretty sure you’d seen it on an episode of Scooby Doo once.  “It’s like someone built this place specifically to be used as a haunted house,” you said as you began to step up onto the rickety old porch.

“Yes, I agree with Y/N,” Kori said.  “But something does not feel right,” as if on queue a gust of wind blew past time and caused each of them to shiver.

“Well that wasn’t odd at all,” Jason remarked.

The front door opened of its own accord and Dick hid behind Kori and said, “This place is really pulling out all the stops.”

“Come on,” you tugged them inside and just as you all made it through the door slammed shut behind you causing you to jump.  You had known it was gonna happen, but it still got you anyway.

Candles lit by some unseen force and showed you the path you were supposed to follow.  The four of you shared a look, but moved forward.  At first everything was fine and then a shadow slithered up the wall causing Jason to jump since he was the closest one to it.  “What that fuck?!”  He looked at the three of you, “Did you see that?!”

Dick and Kori shook their heads, but you were eyeing the wall.  “You okay there, Jaybird?”

He turned back to where he had seen the shadow and said a bit absentmindedly, “Yeah… yeah I’m all right.  Let��s go.”

You all started to move again, but a new sound had you freezing again.

“AARRWOOO!”  

You felt the hairs on your body stand at attention and Jason’s hand tightened around yours.  Kori stiffened, “What was that?”

“It sounded like a… like a--”

“Werewolf,” Jason finished for you.

A low growl came from behind and when the four of you turned you saw somewhere wearing the best werewolf costume you had ever seen.  It was on two legs and there was saliva dripping from its mouth.  “Run,” you said, your voice shaking as your adrenaline and fear spiked.

They didn’t need to be told twice and you all bolted down the hall, you heard the werewolf chasing you, but when you made it through a doorway the door slammed shut and the body of the werewolf hit it.  “That felt too real,” Dick said as he bent over to try and catch his breath and calm down.

“Did you hear the way it slammed into the door?”  Jason shivered.  “I’ve got a bad feeling about this place.”

“We need to look for an exit,” you chimed in.  “I don’t like this either.”

“Do you think it’s fear toxin?”  Kori asked.  “Could this be a trick, someone altering our minds?”

Dick and Jason shared a look, “This doesn’t feel like Scarecrow’s fear toxin.  We would be seeing things with each other as well.”  

Something glowing caught your attention and you saw a corporeal form of a woman watching you from around the corner.  You patted Jason on the arm and pointed toward her.  He jumped slightly, a hand covering his heart when he realized that it wasn’t another werewolf hellbent on eating them.  “Do you think she can lead us out of here?”  You asked him as the four of you huddled together.

“What if the innocent façade is just an act?”  Dick asked as he glanced over toward you.  “She could turn into some hideous monster and chase us.”

“She is currently blocking our only path of escape,” Kori chimed in.  “Unless you want to risk it with the werewolf.”

“Forward it is,” you said, and you cautiously took a few steps toward the glowing girl.  “Um excuse me?  Could you possibly show us the way out?”

She let out a terrifying wail at your words and leapt back just as Jason let out a terrified scream.  “Man fuck this place!”

You walked over to the lone window in the room and tried to pry it open.  When it wouldn’t budge you turned to Jason and asked, “Jay sweetie do you have your gun on you?

“You told me no weapons!”

“The one time we need your trigger happy ass to have a gun and you don’t have one,” Dick sighed.

“Y/N said that we wouldn’t need it!  It was supposed to be a normal date night, not trapped in the house from Hell!”

“I may be of some assistance,” Kori stepped up and used her powers to try and burst through the window, but it bounced off the glass and hit the wall.

It was then that you all realized you would have to make your way through the rest of the house to get out.  If you could get out…

There were a few more jump scares and you were chased by some sort of demon.  Jason was practically dragging you through that house and when you reached a door that led back to where you had come in at.  Dick was the one that tried it and when it swung open without any problems the four of you bolted out of there quicker than the Flash, the door slamming shut behind you.

All four of you were bent over trying to catch your breath and thank whoever was watching out for you that you had managed to get out of there in one piece.  When you turned back to look at the house it was gone.  “Uh guys, look.”  Everyone turned.  “It’s gone.”

“Next year,” Jason said as he stood up straight.  “We’re staying home and passing out candy.”

“Deal,” you all agreed.

“What do you guys say we go buy some candy and go back to the manor to watch some comedies for the rest of the evening?  I could use something happy.”  A round of agreements once again rang through your small group as you made your way back to the car.

In the shadows of the night Mystic watched the group leave and laughed to himself.  “Another year, another successful scare.”  He patted the werewolf on the back, “Come on buddy, we’ve got a whole year to prep before our next opening.”  The werewolf growled in response and the two of them disappeared into the astral plane.

#Jason Todd x Reader #Jason Todd x Fem!Reader #Jason Todd x Reader fluff #Dick Grayson x Koriand'r #Jason Todd #Jason Todd fanfic #Jason Todd fanfiction #Jason Todd fluff #Requested

[literallythebiggestfuckingsimp]

Our Little Secret

description: you and rudy have been sneaking around for a while now, what happens when you get caught in front of thousands of fans?😳😳

warnings: making out?? ooo and swearing oops (as a british person i can’t just NOT swear)

            Rudy’s lips smashed against yours, moving hungrily as his arms snaked around your waist. You gasped, arms moving to hook around his neck as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You had to be on set in five, and you were just passing the time with your good friend Rudy in his trailer.

Between the two of you, neither of you were quite sure what you were. So far, all you guys had done was purely physical. Of course, there had been lingering touches, longing stares, stolen smiles. But you hadn’t talked about it. 

It had started with flirty jokes, and then, boom! It just kinda happened, if you were being honest.

Not breaking the kiss, the two of you stumbled backwards until you bumped into the table. You jumped up and he took his pace between your legs, detaching his lips from yours and turning his attention to the skin on your neck. You moaned, heading rolling back to give him more access.

“Hey, Rudy? You in there?” Your eyes widen at the voice outside the trailer door, freezing both yours and Rudy’s movements.

“Uh, yeah?” Rudy says, clearing his throat.

���Why’s the door locked, toot?” You could practically see the suggestive smirk on Chase’s face.

“Cause I’m about to take a shit and I didn’t want anyone to come in here and smell that,” Rudy replies, looking at you with a grin on his face. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, pressing your face up to it to suppress your laughter.

Chase laughs. “Alright, then, but have you seen Y/N? I’ve been looking for her everywhere.”

“Nah, sorry bro,” Rudy calls out when you shake your head at him. “I’ve gotta take this shit or I’ll explode. See you in a sec.”

“It’s good, bro,” Chase replies. “She’s gotta be on set now, though. I’ll find her, don’t worry about it. Probably went off to craft services or something.”

You glare at the door where Chase is stood on the other end, but your eyes widen wen you realise you’re gonna be late to set.

“Cya, man,” Rudy says, helping you down from the counter as you pat down your hair. Chase mumbles a “bye”.

You two wait until it’s clear, giving Rudy a quick peck as you subtlety sneak out the trailer door once you’re sure Chase is gone.

As you walk - more like jog - away, you look back. Through the window you salute to Rudy, and he salutes back with a maniacal grin on his perfect face.

♡

You’ve just finished shooting for the day, and straight away, you headed over to see Rudy. He’d slid you a note earlier in the day to meet him at his trailer once you were done.

Arriving, you were immediately pulled into a kiss by by the blond headed bimbo who’d stolen your heart. You smiled against his lips, happily thinking about the fact that you could finally call him yours.

Around two weeks ago now you two had finally sorted through your shit and admitted your feelings for each other. However, you’d both decided it would be better if you kept your newfound relationship to yourselves. You didn’t want to make things awkward if it didn’t work out, and, besides, sneaking around was fun. “Think of it as our little secret,” you had said.

You pulled away from the kiss and he pouted. Laughing, you pecked him on the cheek and watched as a smile took over on his lips. Rudy’s arms situated themselves around your waist as he laid the two of you down on the makeshift sofa in his trailer.

Rudy was lying on your lap as you played with his hair, occasionally kissing him as some stupid ass movie played on the TV. It was a nice breather from all the crazy scenes you’d been filming and you couldn’t feel more relaxed.

Well, that was until there was a knock at the door. You wasted no time in rushing into the bathroom, hiding as Rudy went to answer the door.

“Yo, dude,” you hear JD greet and you mentally cuss him out.

“Uh, hey, JD, Maddie,” Rudy says. “What’s up?”

“Why’re you being so weird?” Maddie questions, confused as to why Rudy seemed hesitant about letting them in.

“Me?” Rudy asks, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not being weird.”

“Whatever,” Madison huffs. You hear her and JD walk in and mutter profanities under your breath. Thank god you had picked up your phone from the sofa or you would be toast. “We wanted to watch a movie and you have the comfiest couch.”

“What’re we watchin?” Rudy asks, bouncing on his heels. Madison shares a look with JD, confused as to what the hell was up with him.

“I dunno,” JD shrugs. “I gotta take a tinker in your bathroom, though. I’ll be right back.” He says, and your eyes widen.

“No!” Rudy calls out, and you search frantically for an escape route. There’s a window, but it’s kinda small, you’re not sure if you’d fit. Fuck it, you think as you hear JD and Mads confront Rudy about being weird.

“I just mean ... it’s kinda rank in there,” Rudy says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Disgusting,” Madison mutters.

“I’ll just block out the smell,” JD shrugs. “I’m desperate, bro.”

Rudy silently prays to himself as you fumble about the bathroom, climbing on top of the seat. You put one leg through the window as the footsteps land right outside the door, and  try to slyly maneuver yourself out with your phone in one hand. Your plan fails miserable and you tumble to the ground, landing in a bush.

“Fuck,” you mutter, sitting up and pulling leaves out your hair.

The door to the bathroom swings open and you run as fast as you can back to your own trailer. You ignore the confused looks of the crew members, and Drew calling your name as he sees you run past with twigs in your hair.

As soon as you get back to your trailer, you shoot Rudy a quick text.

I jumped out the window ;)

Jesus, Y/N. You good?

Yeah, just thank god for my super rad spy skills.

Sure, baby. Sure.

♡

You giggle as Rudy pushes you down on your bed, peppering your skin with kisses, making you laugh more.

Filming had ended and you were currently quarantined with the cast, stuck in yours and Madelyn’s apartment. After the release of the show, you had gained quite a big fan base and your time had been occupied with online interviews and live streams. You’ve barely had the chance to sneak around with Rudy, not wanting to raise any suspicions since fans had already started shipping the two of you, pointing out the way he looks and interacts with you, and vice versa.

You didn’t want to let your friends catch on. Not yet.

Swiftly, you flip you and Rudy over, straddling him as you pull him in for a passionate kiss. You must not have heard the footsteps creeping up to your room, or the door swing open as you kissed your boyfriend.

A quick shriek alerted you of someone’s presence. You scrambled away from Rudy, cheeks red and eyes wide. It was Madelyn, stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide. Clumsily, she dropped her phone, the object clattering to the floor

“Fuck,” Rudy mutters, pulling on his shirt as you put your hands over your face in attempt to hide you embarrassment.

Madelyn stands dead still, frozen to the spot. “Oh my god, guys, I am so so so sorry! I didn’t know you two were-”

By now, you had alerted the attention of Chase and Drew, who came running over at the sound of a scream. It didn’t take them long to connect the dots, between your rosy cheeks and swollen lips and Rudy’s messy hair and flustered appearance.

“Oh, shit,” Drew swore, eyes wide.

“Uh, guys ...” Madelyn spoke up, chuckling nervously. “I was on live and they saw ...” she motions between the two of you with her hands, “that.”

Honestly, you think you could’ve died, right then and there. You scramble to grab Maddie’s phone from the floor, seeing the comments screaming about what they had just accidentally witnessed and quickly end the live.

“I’m so sorry!” Maddie squeals, cheeks tinging red. “I was planning on scaring Y/N and I didn’t think Rudy would be in here, let alone that you two would be-”

You quickly cut her off, scratching the back of your neck and biting your lip. “It’s fine, Maddie. Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah,” Rudy clears his throat. “You couldn't have known.”

“Uh, well,” Drew chuckles. “This is awkward.”

“Honestly, I’m gonna need a good few shots to erase the embarrassment of this moment from my memory,” you state, walking through the door and towards the kitchen where a bottle of vodka awaits you.

“I second that,” Rudy says, following you and lazily placing an arm around your waist.

Chase grins, watching the two off you. “So ... “ he trails off, gesturing between the two of you with his hand. “Are you two, yanno, together?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

You nod and Rudy smiles. “Yeah, we have been for a while now.”

“God, it’s about time!” Chase exclaims.

“You guys were pretty bad at hiding it,” Drew states, a grin of his own on his lips.

You mock fake offence, gasping as you poor the vodka into your shot glass. “We’ve been dating for four months, so, obviously not.” 

Madelyn’s mouth hangs open. “Four months?!” she yells. “And you didn’t tell us?”

Rudy shrugs, kissing your cheek fondly. “Eh, it was pretty fun sneaking around.”

“Agreed,” you say, smiling up at him. He meets your gaze, pecking you on the lips.

“Ew, you guys,” Chase groans. “Just because you’re together now doesn’t mean you can be all openly affectionate.”

Madelyn whacks his arm, rolling her eyes. “Shut up, they’re cute.”

“Nah, they’re gross,” Drew jokes, laughing. “Anyway, I made Mama Starkey’s casserole. Who wants some?”

“Me!” you exclaim, grinning excitedly. If there was one thing you loved it was Mama Starkey’s chicken casserole. Also, eating and drinking would be a good way to get your mind off the fact that practically the entire world saw you on top of a shirtless Rudy, making out with him.

A/N: AHAHAH THE WAY I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS SHDJSHJDH also pls excuse the crappy writing this was made at 4am last night😳

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #outer banks pogues #outer banks #john b routledge #outer banks imagine #rudy pankow #rudy pankow imagine #rudy pankow x reader #rudy pankow fic #madelyn cline #madelyn cline imagine #chase stokes #drew starkey #outer banks cast #obx cast #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x reader #rudy pankow smut

[lionfloss]

Please tell the ghost story! The one where you were w/ ur mom

Okay so the mom one was a UFO HOWEVER!!!! Mom is a big believer in ghosts. And so I'm gonna kinda of take it from the top as to how i figured out that her and her siblings are being followed by a demon (lol): When me and my siblings were younger, we moved to a new house when i was in 1st grade (nothing ever happened before we moved). We had always experienced some weird stuff, like all the kitchen cabinets and drawers being left open, always heard the hallway/stairs creaking LOUD when no one was home or upstairs. We always would feel scared of our basement, but like thats normal for most kids. like basements are creepy right (god im literally getting chills re-living this). So also please note!!!! One time we all left for a vacation for a week and when we came back......there was a trail of baby powder leading from the bathroom to my little brothers room. Never found out what happened. Little things like this happened so many times throughout our childhood. So fast forward to when I was prob in 6th/7th grade. These next things all happened within a week of each other: My sister, her friend and I were messing with a Ouija board in the basement (corny i know BUT) and we kept asking it really lame questions like who would ask them to the dance and shit. And all of a sudden, the planchette kept going to NO and GOODBYE and we all thought someone was just faking, but then this HUGE and I mean huge ceiling high shelves fell over and everything on it SHOT off of the shelves and hit the wall across is. We fucking screaming and ran upstairs. I remember just laughing hysterically but then me and my sister later that night were like......wait what in the fuck was that tho. So my dad went down to clean everything up but since he is a huge christian, we just lied and said we knocked it over and never mentioned the Ouija board. The next day my older brother came home and he was the first one home after school, and he said that the Ouija board was on the floor of the living room (by the front door) and that the planchette had been moving slowly on its own.....obv cant confirm but weird right.

So then later that week, I remember hanging out in my little brothers room and idk why but we were looking at each other through this big glass of red koolaid, like it was pretty see-through and the glass distorted our faces and we were just giggling having fun. And i went to put the glass in front of his face and I when i looked it wasn't his face and it was some older man with dark hair. I screamed and dropped the glass and the koolaid went everywhere and my mom was LIVID and sent us to bed early like 8pm cause we were in trouble. The next morning Noah (he was like 7-8 at the time) came downstairs and was acting like kind of weird and my mom asked if he was okay and he said "I had nightmares, Abraham Lincoln kept coming out of my closet" and dude....when I say that my mom turned white, i mean she turned W H I T E. She at that point was not willing to talk to us about it cause we were so young, but a few years ago I asked her about it...So like....god it's so hard to explain and just sounds fake but my mom and her siblings have been being followed by a ghost/presence/spirit that they believe to be the man who killed himself in the 3rd cellar of my grandparent's house (the house they grew up in forever). She believes that my uncle who lived in the 3rd cellar had the demon (she thinks its a demon) attached itself to him. For YEARS she had sleep-paralysis type dreams where a tall guy in a top hat would come into her room and stand there staring or something threaten my grandma. She told me so many instances that were so freaky and she was getting so emotional when she told me. So ALSO after we moved into the new house when i was in 1st grade, that uncle had moved in with us cause he was doing really bad mentally and lived in the, you guessed it, the basement. So when my little brother said he saw abraham lincoln, she knew it was the demon in the top hat!!! and she basically said that she thinks it followed my uncle when he moved in with us and my mom knew it the whole time after we would tell her that we heard people walking around when no one else was there and the cabinets and stuff, but again wanted to spare us and also wanted to like black it out cause she hadn't "seen" it for years at that point. My Uncle is actually currently trying to write a book about all of it. ALSO we found out later that the company who designed and built my grandmas house was the same for the house we lived in and was built in the same year.

#IM SO SORRY I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT SAY READ MORE #long #long post #ghosts #ghost stories #also i didnt proof read or check this so i hope it makes sense #answered

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Ok but like... In some weird alternate universe... Would Hero!Shiggy become childhood friends to enemies to friends to lovers with Villain!Dabi?

Absolutely yes because hero!Shiggy would never leave a friend behind, specially if that friends is suffering and needs someone by his side.

I can imagine it like this:

Dabi was a lonely kid, not because he didn't had friends, but because somehow he felt like he was not really seen. Like everyone saw what they wanted to see, but no one could break the walls he put there. He had a shitty childhood. He was pretending everything was fine all the time, but it was not. No one knew, no one saw.

And then Tomura found him.

Even when he was a weird kid with a dangerous quirk, it was impossible to ignore him. He was kind and stubborn, the only one who never backed away from an adventure or a dare. Dabi liked that. Eventually, he learned that Tomura has a shitty childhood just like him. Around that time they became a team. They'd run away from home some days, they'd train and study together, they'd talk about their plans and dreams. Dabi was not scared of Tomura, neither he was afraid of his hands. Tomura wanted to become a great pro-hero and Dabi wanted to beat the future pro-hero #1 in a fight.

But one day, Dabi died. At least that's what they told him when he asked. That's what he learn in school, that his friend had died and he hadn't been able to save him.

Tomura grew with that weight on his heart. His mindset changed after that. No, he didn't want to be a normal pro-hero. He wanted to be a rescue specialist, someone to save those who were low and hidden, who were lonely and left behind. Others could fight with villains, but him? He was there to save lives, not take them.

His years studying to be a hero were not exactly remarkable. Yes, he went at UA, but thanks to his nature he was always getting ignore. He was insanely smart and fast, had good strength and flexibility, but his quirk was, once more, too dangerous to be a hero quirk. He graduated the best he could and started working on tiny agencies, helping wherever he can. It was in his 19th birthday when he saw Dabi again.

The building Tomura was in was coming down.

Outside, heroes and villians were crashing against each other, like waves hitting the rocks of a beach. Tomura was running running running through the building, carefully decaying with his quirk a path for him to break through. Behind him, following close, at least three families cried out. He needed to take them to the ground before another big attack. There were kids with him. He couldn't fail them. He couldn't—

A blast occurred, followed by an object collided the side of the building and coming through right in from of them, hitting the wall hard.

Tomura waved the families to keep going. He swallowed. “Just one more floor, stay close to the walls. There's more heroes waiting for you, okay? Now go! ”

The person in front of him was a villain. He knew it in his heart, that's why he shielded the families with his body and pushed them to quickly pass by the body, straight to the next exit. The villain grunted, breathing heavily as he pushed himself up. Black ripped clothes, dirty dark hair, blue—

Blue eyes. The same blue eyes he had adored as a child. The same nose and bratty smile, the same spiky hair.

“ Dabi. ”

There was a moment between them, when none of them moved or blinked or breathed. They only started at their childhood friend.

And then Dabi attacked him with a blast of blue fire straight to his face.

All over Tomura, faked hands were grabbing his body. Their mechanisms were specially designed to give him the extra mobility he needed, with fine ropes inside them that he could shot and retract at will. Tomura dodge the attack, shooting one of those hand to Dabi's feet and tugging the rope, making the idiot fall to the ground.

The fight was short and fast. Dabi tried burning the rope of the hand, Tomura took the chance to run to the hole Dabi had left on the side of the building. The last thing Tomura saw before jumping, using a hand to slide him safely to the ground, was Dabi incredulous face as he watched him go.

From that point on, as a cruel joke, they kept finding each other in the oddest of situations.

Tomura was always submerging himself in big fights scenarios, because he was always risking his life to save others. Dabi, on the other hand, was always there to bring support to the villain side. So they kept clashing and interrupting the other.

And of course, arguing tension.

That was probably the most frustrating fact about it all. Every time, Tomura tried to make Dabi explain how he was alive, where had he been all those years, why he never went back to find him. Every time Dabi tried to make Tomura turned his back to the heroes.

“ Come with me. ”

They went back to their respective places alone, feeling defeated and tired.

But not always. Little by little, in between fights and attacks, they found themselves smiling again to each other. Well, yes, there was also a bit of sexual tension, mostly because Tomura needed to get close to Dabi in order to capture him, so sometimes Dabi would found himself pinned to the ground and other times Tomura would find himself trapped against Dabi's body and a wall. It made them dizzy, addicted even. The shot of adrenaline after learning there was a new mission, so they could see the other again. The feeling of the fight, of being totally immersed in another person's breathing, saying, moving. It was the heat and the danger, the familiarity, the joy of finding a friend and a rival, an enemie and a possible lover.

Little did the know that another twist was about to shake them to the core.

A year later, Tomura was kidnapped by a big bad man Dabi was working for. They called him AFO. Imagine Dabi surprise and concern when he found out that Tomura was on their base, alone with who was probably the worst person alive. Dabi was only a distraction, apparently. Something to drag Tomura closer and closer, enough to have him exactly where AFO wanted, like a moth in a spider web. He wanted to break Tomura, turn him against the heroes, against All Might.

Dabi saw him only once before making his decision. It was late, he sneaked pass the guards to the lab where Tomura was being kept. And what he saw, the way he saw the boy he had missed and loved and hated and longed for, floating in a giant capsule filled with water... He had heard the rumors about Tomura screaming his throat raw, the level of suffering he was putting up with.

For the first time in years now, Dabi felt the bitterness of his behavior climbing to his mouth. He had let that happened. Tomura let him scape again and again, he had covered him, lie for him, he was there because of him.

Dabi couldn't let him die for him too.

He smashed the glass. Tomura was heavier with muscle, he couldn't— he—

Just in time, he felt a friend of his lift Tomura up. Twice.

“ Is this the boy? ”

Dabi didn't reply, dead eyes sparkling among the darkness of the room. Behind him, Compress read his face and let out a tiny approval, telling the others to hurry up. They needed to get far really fast if they wanted to survive the night.

Tomura hadn't met them yet. The League of Villains. His somehow friends, even when he refused to called them that. Would he like them? As he ran, he came to think that yes, Tomura would probably adore them. It was impossible, but the League was fighting like Tomura was a part of them too, barely knowing the guy.

Everything was fine until Toga shouted at someone to make room for the boyfriends.

Oh, they were dead, they knew it. It was either the heroes or the villains, two sides where they didn't belong. So why? Why risking it all for a dude?

Maybe—, Dabi thought to himself as he watched Tomura wake up with rage as pure as his white hair on his eyes, a look he had never seen on him. Tomura only touched the ground and in seconds, a road of dust was opened to them. No more bodies or walls or trees, just a gray path with nothing in it.

In the distance, he heard someone calling out Tomura's name, a hero, a girl.

Spinner mumbled something and pointed at the rising sun. The rest started running towards the horizon. Dabi stayed back, holding Tomura up with an arm on his waist. The hero let his head rest on his shoulder and fell asleep again.

Maybe because he's our hero.

#Anon I apologize for ranting so much #This was supposed to be a simple answer and I basically wrote a mini fic #Forgive me anon #The shigadabi disease is taking over me #Shan's asks #Shigadabi #Dabishiga #Shigaraki Tomura #Dabi #Mha #Bnha #My hero academia #Boku No Hero Academia #Mha au #Bnha au #League of villains #LoV #Hero!Shigaraki #Shigadabi au #Dabishiga au #Shan's Shigadabi rants

[hrtthrbromanov]

Hi! Hope your having a great week! Anyway can I request an idea where reader is a new avenger recruit that comes off as shy and gets teased cause they don’t know why she made the cut? But someone on the team took something that belongs to her and that’s why she was picked... her temper is awful. She ends up stabbing the person without a second thought. But she’s super sweet yet a psycho.

A/N: Thanks so much for the request, babes! I hope this is what you’re looking for. I had fun writing this! 

Summary: You’re a new recruit for the avengers, and although you’re shy, you’ve sure got a temper. What happens when someone takes something that belongs to you?

Warnings: Language, asshole Bucky and Clint

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You couldn’t believe it. You were standing in front of your heroes. Well, basically everyone's heroes, but that's besides the point. You’d finally made it. Avengers recruitment, what could really make or break the rest of your life. No biggie. 

You were all broken off into groups, some with the Black Widow, some with the Captain America, but you were in the group with leaders Winter Soldier and Hawkeye, or, as they insisted you called them, Bucky and Clint. An odd pairing, sure, but the two both had the same poor, rather sad, attention span. 

You were standoffish, choosing to watch and practice alone, in the back. You didn’t like standing out, even though you knew that's what they were looking for. 

Toying with a bracelet around your arm, you slid it off, twirling it between your fingers. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a hand being placed on your shoulder, and a shadow appear in front of you. 

“Whatcha got there, dollface?” 

It was the Winter Soldier- Bucky. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest as you wracked your brain for an answer. Was there a wrong one? Is this a test? 

“Uh. Bracelet.” 

“Oh, this old thing?” It was Clint this time that spoke, grabbing the bracelet from your hands. You reached for it timidly, but he held it just out of reach. 

“H-hey! Give that back.” 

“Ruh-Roh, someone’s getting mad, huh? Buck, catch.” Clint threw it over to Bucky, who then proceeded to hold it over your head, making you jump for it like a fool. 

Unbeknownst to you, the one and only Captain America had been watching this whole thing unfold, completely abandoning his group. 

This went on for a little bit, the back and forth. You could feel yourself getting angrier and angrier, but before you could pounce, Steve called for wrap up. 

“Whoops, looks like it’s time to go. You mind if I hang on to this?” Clint said, a snarky tone in his voice. The two boys laughed as they made their way to the next room of recruitments. You stomped your foot angrily, steam pretty much coming out of your ears as you glared at anyone and everyone. 

“Hey, calm down. It was just a bracelet. I’d be honored to have my bracelet taken from them.” It was another recruit, having to put their two cents Into your business. 

“If you do not shut the fuck up, you’ll be my new bracelet when I shove my hand up your ass.” That seemed to scare them away, as they backed up slowly, hands raised in defense. 

You began to pack your stuff like everyone else, just ready to go home and blow off some steam. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you made your way to the door. Before you made it outside, however, a voice called you back. 

“Y/N? Can I speak to you for a second?” 

It was Steve Rogers himself. What would he want with you? Nevertheless you made your way over to him, as he watched the last few people trail out of the gym, he forced a smile, resting his hand on your back. 

“Welcome to the team, kid.” 

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“And this is the kitchen. We spend a lot of time here.” 

You chuckled quietly, running your fingers lightly over the kitchen counter. You were in awe the entire tour, pretty much still in shock from when you were told you had made it in. Steve had been very warm and welcoming, and so had the others you had come across while getting the grand tour. 

You hung on to every word Steve had told you, anxiously awaiting the next move. You were the quiet type, which he had pointed out many times already, but you were a firecracker. It didn’t take much to set you off, which is why you were so ready to get onto the field. However, he told you that might not be for a while.

Just as you were about to head back to your room to do a little victory dance, the team entered the kitchen, apparently getting a pre-debriefing snack. You could feel your heart pick up and your hands start to sweat as they all filed in, and you smiled. Your smile dropped, though, when you saw the two dicks who took your bracelet. 

“Hey, recruit. You okay? You look like you saw someone kick your puppy.” It was Natasha, and you quickly wiped the steamy look off your face and turned to her, nodding bashfully. 

“Y-yeah. Just still in awe, that's all.” Your voice came out a squeak, and you went to go toy with your bracelet, a nervous habit of yours, only to be reminded that it wasn’t there. You sighed and moved to the back of the room, away from everyone. 

You thought you were safe, and that they’d all be leaving soon, so you try to sneak out the door unnoticed, but you should’ve known that wasn’t possible with literal super humans. 

“And where do you think you’re going, your shyness?” Tony spoke up, making the rest turn to look at you. 

“That was a good one.” Came from somewhere in the room, to which Tony shot them a glare and a shake of the head, clearly telling them that they were ruining his creative sparks. 

“Me? Oh, I was just, uh..”

“Go on. Spit it out, doll.” It was him. Bucky. And right now, he was on your shit list, along with Clint. You shot him a dirty look, before letting out a sigh and a forced smile. 

“Just to my room, is all.” 

“Oh, come on. You don’t want to sit and talk with us? That hurts my feelings.” Clint replied, a fake pout on his face. 

You really didn’t know what to say, you were under the gaze of the most famous superheroes in the world. You just stood there, face heating up as you slowly stepped backwards. 

“Come on guys, she’s shy. Cut her some slack. She’s probably gonna go over analyze why she got in in the first place.” Your eyes cut over to Sam, and before you could defend yourself, they all started in on you. 

“You know, why did you get picked?”

“I don’t really know..” Your voice came out quiet hush, and you didn’t think anyone heard you, until Steve came to your side. 

“Alright, cut it out. Lets let her get settled before we start giving her a hard time, yeah?” “Oh, don’t be all soft, Steve. She’s fine. You're just a lady kiss ass.”

They all began to gang up on him instead of you, and while you felt bad, you were also relieved. He shooed them off as they were all called into the debriefing, and they made their way out, but two strayed from the pack, and you huffed. 

“What do you want?”

“Oh, come on, sweetheart. I think we all know why you’re here.” Bucky held up your bracelet, “Poor little girl, too shy to stick up for herself.”

“Give it back, Bucky.” You clenched your fist at your sides, and they both chuckled at the sight. “Why? What’re you gonna do? Hit me?”

You could feel the anger bubbling inside of you, the instantaneous need to just break something in half. Without thinking you walked over to the kitchen island, grabbing a knife out of its holder. You pointed it toward the two men, waving it around.

“Is this what you want? For me to prove myself or something? Fine!”

Your next move wasn’t very well thought out, as you jammed the knife into Clint's thigh. You rolled your eyes as he let out a scream, and Bucky dropped the bracelet in shock. 

“She just fucking stabbed me, dude! Oh, my god. We have to get out of here before she kills us.”

Clint hobbled over to the door, and you gave Bucky a pointed look, causing him to gulp and chase after his injured friend.

“She's crazy, dude. Fucking psycho.” 

You shrugged, picking up your bracelet and sliding it back on, admiring how much better your wrist looked with it on. 

#bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #marvel fanfic #hawkeye #avengers #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america

[fromiftowhen]

fic: a little mystery to figure out (an Upstead one-shot)

For the seventh day of the @upsteadofficial Christmas prompt challenge -- MISTLETOE.

Rated T | 2544 words | Title from Something To Talk About by Bonnie Raitt

“Hey, so, just so you’re aware, someone hung mistletoe all over the district,” her voice greets him over the phone as he’s pulling into the parking lot.

“Ooh, okay,” he says. “Why, you scared you’re gonna have to kiss me?”

“Ha,” she fake laughs, and he smiles. “Just, you know. If we’re still not telling people at work, it might be best to try to avoid it.”

“You’re just worried you won’t be able to control yourself,” he says, and it’s her turn to laugh.

Her voice lowers to a whisper, and he can picture the smile perfectly. “Mmm, maybe, but better safe than sorry.”

“Okay,” he says. “I’m headed in now. I’ll try to restrain myself.”

Her back is to him as he walks up the stairs, but he’s pretty sure he can still see the eye roll as he pockets his phone and holds a cup of coffee out in front of her.

“Quick, while no one’s here, any mistletoe around?” He whispers, her lips quirking into a smile around the rim of the cup.

“Thanks,” she says.

“Thank Will,” he tells her, dropping his bag by his desk. “He bought this morning.”

“Cool, let me just head over to Med and find some mistletoe there,” she says, and he groans.

“That’s rude. But, seriously,” he says, glancing around quickly before leaning in to give her a quick kiss, black coffee somehow sweet on her lips. “Morning.”

“Morning,” she whispers. “Even though I saw you an hour ago,” she says.

He perches on the edge of her desk, his thigh an inch from her mouse, watching her sip the coffee. “Oh, I remember.”

She smirks, setting down the coffee and pushing his thigh away as footsteps fall on the stairs. “Don’t worry,” he whispers, standing up. “I can be stealthy, no worries about the mistletoe.”

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Except, of course, for someone she’s literally watched dodge bullets, he’s so unstealthy she’s pretty sure he’s actively trying to find all the mistletoe.

The first time, as she’s walking out of the breakroom and he’s walking in, Kim stops them.

“Oh, you guys. Look up.”

Hailey glances up and rolls her eyes, but she’s cursing herself a little too. She knew it was there, she just hadn’t been paying attention.

She shakes her head. “Guys. We’re at work, this isn’t really the place.”

Kim shakes her head. “Come on, it’s tradition. It’s just in good fun. Besides, Kev and Adam already took one for the team, can’t let them suffer alone.”

Jay smirks, and behind them, she hears Kevin groan.

“We said we were never talking about that again,” he says, and Adam laughs.

“Aww, man, can’t stop thinking about it, can you? Your cheek is very soft,” he says, reaching out his fingers to pinch Kevin’s cheek. Kevin stops him, holding up a hand.

“I love you man, but I will taze you.”

Kim shushes them, turning back expectantly to Hailey and Jay in the breakroom doorway. “Let’s see it.”

Hailey groans and Jay raises an eyebrow at her.

Maybe she’s overselling it.

“Yes, this is torture for you, I know,” he laughs, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple. ”There. We good?”

She smiles, just a tiny flash of the curve of her lips.

“Boring!” Adam yells, and Kim just rolls her eyes at them before turning back to her desk.

Crisis averted.

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Except, of course. The crisis is not averted.

Platt stops them for a mail call on their way back inside after a call, and maybe it’s because they’ve already kissed once, but his guard is down.

“Hey, dummies,” Platt calls, right as they’re about to head upstairs.

They turn back, and she points up, raising her eyebrows.

“Seriously?” He watches Hailey’s face twist in annoyance.

“Did you know that one was there?” She asks, her whisper pointed.

“No,” he mutters. “Come on, let’s get it over with.”

She raises an eyebrow at him, like really? and he shrugs, trying not to grin.

Footsteps on the stairs distract him for a moment, and he turns to find Kim, Adam, and Kevin traipsing down the stairs toward them.

“Oh, did you all get caught again? Bad luck,” Kevin says.

Hailey rolls her eyes, and Jay takes the opportunity to lean in and press a kiss against her cheek, and it’s just like every kiss he’s pressed to her cheek in the kitchen, on his way out the door, or at night, in bed, before she rolls over.

“Happy?” he asks, and he doesn’t let himself look at Hailey, because if she smiles, he’ll smile. When he risks a glance at Platt, she’s smirking, but he just chalks it up to Platt being Platt.

He’s pretty sure he hears Kim sigh, though, and he files that away to discuss with Hailey later.

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Honestly, she and Jay should’ve just stayed home in bed today, she’s pretty sure.

The whole team is headed downstairs to the motor pool, she and Jay leading the way when Adam’s voice stops them.

“Oh, I think the third kiss is required to be on the lips,” he says, pointing up.

“I'm pretty sure this is rigged,” she mutters. “Kim hasn't had to kiss anybody.”

“Kim is observant,” Kim says, laughing. “I mean, if you want me to kiss you, Hailey, we can do that. But the guys would all die, do you really wanna have to train new partners?”

“No, yeah, we can handle that,” Jay says, grinning down at her. “You and Kim feel free to kiss, right guys?”

The other two idiots nod, and Kim and Hailey just roll their eyes.

“Let's just get this show on the road,” she says, leaning up to press her lips to Jay’s. It's easy, natural, and she has to remind herself to pull back before she lets herself fall into it, into him, like she so easily could.

“Better?” She asks, and she tries not to let them see her flushed cheeks in the dim light of the stairwell.

Jay shrugs, and she's gonna remember that later tonight.

“Adequate,” Kim says, and it sounds like a critique. She sounds a little disappointed.

“You all suck,” she mutters, heading out the door.

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He's pretty sure they've made it through the day without anyone finding out, and he risks following Hailey out to the parking lot to debrief before heading home.

“A shrug, really?” She smirks, and yeah, he's gonna pay for that one.

“Just keeping up appearances,” he grins, leaning into her. “Try again tonight and I’ll give you my honest review.”

She rolls her eyes, pushing him away right as Kim, Adam, and Kev exit the building toward them.

“Molly’s?” Kim calls, and Hailey glances at him. He shrugs again, and she nods.

“Sure. See you there.”

Hailey’s headlights follow him out of the parking lot, and he tries to remind himself they’ll still be in public, around coworkers, for another couple hours.

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Molly’s is quieter than usual, and by the time they’ve all gotten drinks and settled at a table, he’s feeling more relaxed with Hailey next to him. There doesn’t appear to be any mistletoe in sight, so it feels pretty status quo, keeping his hands to himself in public.

Except, of course.

Kim, Adam, and Kevin drain their beers like they’ve been parched for thirst, and he eyes them all critically. It’s his night to buy the second round, and they seem determined to make him ante up.

“Hailey, go help him,” Kevin says, and he watches Hailey shoot him an excuse me? look. Off her look, Kevin laughs. “Dude, Kim ordered the biggest drink the bar sells, he’s gonna need an extra hand, and you’re closest.”

It’s true, and he gestures over his shoulder to the bar.

In retrospect, they both let their guard down way too easily.

“Are they being a little weird?” Hailey asks as they wait for their drinks a couple minutes later. He nods, glancing over his shoulder. For a table full of cops, none of them is being very stealth, and he’s felt three pairs of eyes on his back for the last couple minutes.

“Hey, is it a little weird that there was mistletoe literally all over the district today and besides Kev and Adam, you and I are the only ones who kissed?” He asks, playing the day over in his mind. He’d watched patrolmen walk right under mistletoe in front of Platt, and he’d been the one to call out Adam and Kevin this morning.

She raises an eyebrow, and he can see the wheels turning in her head.

“Jesus, you’re right,” she whispers. “Do you think they know? Are they testing us?”

He shrugs, watching Kim’s eyes track their every movement. “What if they do know?”

She glances away, and he watches a small smile quirk the corner of her lips. “I mean, we’re gonna tell them eventually, right?”

He nods and lets his fingers brush hers on the edge of the bar. “Eventually could be today, if you were ready.”

She bites her lip, and he prepares for her to say no. They haven’t fought about it, but there have been discussions. It’s been months since she came home from New York and they let themselves slowly fall into this, and he knows initially they were both nervous about anyone else finding out. Workplace relationships have been notoriously faulty for both of them, and honestly? Keeping it a secret, having to keep his hands to himself for hours on end, has been both harder and hotter than he’d anticipated, and he knows, from the way her lips find his the second they’re alone at the end of a long day, that she agrees.

But being able to hug her on a hard day, or reach over and kiss her in the locker room just because, or in the stairwell or doorway or lobby without mistletoe? He knows that would be better than any secret, if she’s ready.

Her nails trace over the back of his hand, and she smiles slowly. She’s about to say something when Hermann comes over with their drinks, a suspicious looking twinkle in his eye.

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” he says, before setting their drinks down and holding up a sprig of mistletoe above their heads.

Jay grins, shaking his head, and lets himself lean over the bar like he’s gonna kiss Hermann.

“I will end you, son,” he says, and Jay holds up his hands, leaning back.

“Unless Hailey over here secretly wants to kiss me, I’m assuming this isn’t for me,” he says.

He watches Hailey smile, glancing at Hermann. “Sorry,” she whispers. “Not gonna happen.”

Hailey glances back to look at him. “Hey, Hermann,” she says, and something about the way she’s grinning makes Jay’s stomach twist. “Thanks, but we don’t need the mistletoe.”

Hermann shrugs, dropping the mistletoe on the bar and walking away, and Jay grins down at her as she lifts up on her tiptoes and presses her lips to his. He pulls her in, his arm around her waist, and lets himself kiss her like they’re not in public, like he can’t hear chairs scraping over at their table, like he’s been wanting to ever since he forced himself out of her warm embrace in bed this morning.

Her mouth opens under his and he feels her smile into the kiss as her nails trail up the back of his neck. She arches into him, and she feels as good against him as she always does, but maybe better, because it’s not hidden anymore.

She pulls back slowly, and he chases her down for one more quick kiss, and it’s only then that he realizes Kim, Adam, and Kevin are beside them.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Adam says, holding up his hands. “You guys have clearly done that before.”

“Yeah, dude,” Jay says, his hands still holding Hailey close. “You were there for three of them today.”

“No, no,” Kim says, a faster pace and higher pitch than Jay’s ever heard from her. “We saw three boring, annoyed kisses. This was none of those things.”

Hailey shrugs, her shoulder against his chest. “Guess we just learn fast.” He’s happy she picked up on his silent desire to mess with them all a little. It only seems fair.

Kevin shakes his head. “Nope. Not buying it.”

He glances at Hailey. It’s her call.

“What was the goal here, guys? We’ve figured out we were the only ones unknowingly participating in this mistletoe extravaganza today, minus Kevin and Adam.”

“That was a mistake,” Kevin says, and beside him, Adam grins.

“Was it though?” Adam asks, shit-stirring grin firmly in place.

Kim just rolls her eyes, turning the attention back to him and Hailey. “We thought we’d just… nudge you all in the right direction, make you realize you wanted to kiss each other. The tension has been unbearable these last few months. Blame Platt, she was the mastermind.”

He glances at Hailey and nods. “Well, shocker.”

Hailey’s fingers drag down his back and he watches Kim put two and two together.

“We were trying to nudge you together and you’re already together,” she says, shoving Adam’s shoulder roughly.

“What the hell, Kim?” He mutters, but Jay watches him exchange glances with Kevin.

“Dude,” Kevin says, smiling, and Adam grins.

Kim recovers and sighs. “Oh, thank god. We thought you guys were just bad at this. You were just playing us right back, you didn’t want us to know. I was worried I’d called it wrong.”

He smiles, pressing his lips to the top of Hailey’s head as she leans further against him.

“The tension was unbearable, because we’ve been keeping our hands to ourselves for months at work,” he says. “Honestly, I can kinda see why none of you have made detective yet. We barely tried to hide it.”

“They tried to do something nice,” Hailey says, pressing her lips to his chin. “Stupid, but nice.”

He nods, his hand finding her back pocket and pulling her closer.

Kim glances between them. “No, you know what? You two are way more grossly affectionate than I counted on. Kinda at my limit already.”

He laughs and feels Hailey’s shoulders shake against him. “I feel like you asked for this though.”

Kim shakes her head. “Nope.” Kevin and Adam trail her back to the table, and Hailey pulls back just slightly to look up at him.

“I think that went as well as could be expected,” she says.

He nods. “Agreed. Can we get outta here, though? It’s cool we can be us around them now, but right now, I just wanna be us alone.”

“Mhmm,” she whispers, leaning into kiss him once more. “But if you ever shrug after I kiss you again, I’ll end you.”

He laughs, tugging lightly at her ponytail. “Somehow, I’m more scared of that threat from you than from Hermann.”

“Yeah, and don’t forget it.”

He grins, reaching over to grab the mistletoe Hermann left on the bar. She rolls her eyes, but he just shrugs, following her toward the door. “Just in case.”

“Better safe than sorry,” she says, tossing a wave toward their table and leading him out of the bar.

#my fic #upsteadofficial #upsteadxmaspc2020 #upstead #jay halstead #hailey upton #chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #(this one is technically two hours late east coast time but it happened and i'm proud of myself for writing something for all seven days)

[dean-winchesters-gardian-angel]

Halloween Special

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Summary: It’s hard to believe the man you love can love you back when he has an abundance of options. Trust getting trapped in a maze together to make you confess.

Word count: 7143

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, mutual pinning, slow burn?

A/N:  Have an excellent Halloween and stay safe out there. I now have a masterlist so be sure to check it out. As always read it, enjoy it and I’ll see you on the other side! Unbeta’d all mistakes are mine.

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Y/N had been with the Winchesters long enough to know the rules around holidays. Dean more than welcomed the yearly events and would always find ways to mention them and celebrate them in any manner possible. Sam on the other hand, though admittedly happy to see his brother in such an upbeat mood, hated holidays. Whether they be Christmas or Halloween, New Year, or Easter, Sam was last to participate in the celebration. His reason being he didn’t want to look forwards to something that may not happen, an event that is to be celebrated with friends and family while their friends and family had all passed away. A reasonable excuse though not enough for Dean to give him a break.

All the while, Y/N would get lost in Dean's energetic holiday personality, enjoying the time of year herself as much as possible. In the end, what would occur more often than not on holidays was a drink at a bar decorated appropriately for the time of year. This year was no different as of yet. The closer Halloween came to be, the more excited Dean had become and the more closed off and short-tempered — at least around the subject — Sam had gotten.

The trio had finished off a hunt, a day before Halloween, and made their way to a bar to top off the night. The drive was only five or six minutes, highway ad signs blemishing the view of the otherwise empty countryside, a gentle golden light feathering through the seemingly glowing grass as the sun made its way to wake people up on the other side of the planet. Dean watches her in the rear-view mirror. Y/N admires her surrounding for the back of Baby, only breaking eye contact with the word when she felt the car sway to the right as Dean pulled over into a parking lot. The three of them made their way inside, Sam on his phone looking into the local news, Dean gleaming at the sight of decorations, nudging Y/N to look at things he’d spotted.

Waitresses dressed in skimpy costumes, fake cobwebs on the walls and ceiling littered with plastic spiders and leaves, the specials for the week were found on the chalkboard at the entrance and again behind the bar, drawings of skeleton hands pointing to individual drinks. The bar was as crowded as to be expected considering it was a Friday night and only a day away from Halloween. Groups of girls in their sexy nurse and sexy pirate costumes huddled together eyeing the brothers, whispering and giggling. Sam ignored his surroundings making his way to the bar and ordering a beer while Dean wore a grin as he looked around at the people and decorations. Y/N stood next to him, hands in her jacket pockets, taking in the atmosphere for herself, appreciating the light mood that came with good company. Dean lifted his arm, draping it over her shoulder and pulling her against his side. The girls that had been attentively watching the eldest Winchester rolled their eyes and turned back toward the entrance in hopes of spotting the next charming guest the bar would welcome that night. Y/N looked up to the ridiculous grin the hunter wore as he took in his surroundings, shaking her head with a light chuckle.

“You’re such a goon. Come on.” She moved one hand from her jacket pockets to his back giving him a gentle pat before leading him to the bar. Dean was in no way going to let his brother's bad mood dampen his own, instead, trying to cheer him up. They sat on the tall stool, beers in hand as Dean nodded to Sam with his drink then back towards the girls who had reverted their gaze back towards the Winchesters.

“Sam, look up from your phone man, look at all these hot chicks trying to get your attention. You should go talk to ‘em. They’ve had their eyes on you since you walked in here and you can’t even make eye contact. Shameful.” He teased as he sipped his beer.

“If they’re so hot then why don’t you go talk to them.” Sam's voice was monotone his eyes focus on the glowing device in his hand.

“Nah, see I’m already in a good mood. I got everything I need, my beer, a hunt gone well, and my very favourite girl by my side the day before Halloween.” He slid his arm over Y/Ns shoulders again shaking her a little, reinforcing his words. “See you, my Sammy, have that phone. Come on man it’s not even Halloween yet and you’re already bumming me out. I mean look at Y/N! You’re killing the vibe dude.”

“Whatever Dean. If you want to party it up for Halloween be my guest, doesn’t mean I have to join in. I’m comfortable living vicariously.” With a huff, Dean caved not wanting to waste his night on someone else’s bad mood.

“Whatever dude.” Dean swallowed the rest of his beer, quickly ordering a new one before turning to Y/N.

“You like Halloween, right?”

“Well, I like the candy involved that's for sure. Yeah, I like Halloween, the haunted houses, costumes, trying to scare your friends. Oh, and also the candy involved.” Earning a chucked from both the brothers.

“Look I don’t wanna, you know, kill the vibe, so why don’t you guys just do your thing and I’ll see if I can find us a new case okay?”

“Okay but Sammy,” Dean looked his brother in the eyes with a serious look on his face pointing his beer at him. “Don’t leave those girls hanging.”

“Yeah. Right.” Sam huffed out a chuckle before moving to an undisturbed booth leaving Y/N and Dean at the bar as the two of them leaned back against it in on their seats.

“What about you? You gonna leave those girls hanging?”

“They were eyeing Sammy, not me.”

“Pretty sure they were interested in both of you ‘till you went and put your arm on my shoulder.” She sipped at her beer watching the crowd.

“Yeah well, I guess I ruined my shot then didn’t I.” He smiled over to her, head tilted, and eyes brows raised.

“Unless you didn’t.” She nodded towards the angel walking over to them, a white mini skirt and white top showing unnecessary cleavage with wings and a halo. Her make-up was over the top as were her six-inch white heals and equally white salon nails. She stood in front of Dean closer then welcomed and introduced herself.

“Hi, I’m Candy.” Dean smirked shaking her hand.

“Hi there, I’m Dean, this is Y/N.” Candy looked over to her with the fakest of smiles on her face as Y/N did her very best to restrain from laughing. Candy stood there doing her utmost hardest to flirt with Dean who was giving her nothing to go on, finding every possible way to mention Y/N in the conversation. Soon enough Candy left her number with Dean and walked away.

“Dude you suck! What was that! You know better than to mention your girlfriend when trying to get laid. You know what I mean, a friend who’s a girl, not the point! You’re Dean Winchester! And that,” She gestured at him “sucked.” She sipped her drink.

“I already told you Y/N, I got everything I need. Right here.” He held up his beer and nudged into her. “Plus, you’re the one who likes candy.”

Before long the triad had made their way back to the motel room. Entering the room Dean booked it to the bathroom calling dibs on the first shower. Sam dramatically threw his hands in the air sighing. Y/N, however, had plans that required Dean out of the room.

“Hey, Sammy.” She whispered keeping an eye on the bathroom door, waiting for the shower to start.

“Yeah what’s up.”

“You wanna know what Halloween is all about?”

“What are you gonna do?” He had an inquisitive look in his eye and a cheeky smirk on his lips. Y/N opened her backpack to show Sam the content.

“I got it at that corner store a coupla days ago… I was thinking his bed. It looks real huh?”

“That— that is awesome. That is gonna scare the shit outta him!”

Dean exited the shower tying his towel around his waist and rubbing away the fog that interfered with his view. He watched his reflection thinking over his plan in his head. Dean was in love with his best friend though she didn’t know and had been planning on telling her for weeks. He’d been dropping hint, flirting with her, touching her arm or hand and she seemed to be oblivious.

“Have I been too subtle? Dude, you really do suck. This shouldn’t be this hard, hell it shouldn’t be hard at all. It’s Y/N! All you have to do is say hey by the way I’m in love with you and I’d really like to be with you are you interested? Shit! That was lame. Come on Dean, come on! Tell her, just tell her man. Shit! Why couldn’t I be into a desperate chic who read into everything.” He ran his hand through his hair and down his face. “’ Cause then she wouldn’t be Y/N. Man up man. You can do this.” He pointed at himself in the mirror. He threw on his black t-shirt and a pair of boxers walking out of the bathroom to see Y/N and Sam sitting next to each other on her bed. The smirk on Y/N's face made him feel uneasy. Sam got up and walked over to the couch to rummage around in his bag in search of his own PJs.

“You guy keeping secrets?” Dean joked as he moved over to his bed. Placing his phone on the nightstand he turned on the lamp and looked up to the two he had addressed.

“So many secrets Dean.” Y/N smiled at him. “I’m kidding, we were just talking about Halloween and what it was about.” She got up from her bed and grabbed her bag, going to work on finding her PJs.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that.” The jealousy that had been ignited when he saw the two sitting together hadn’t yet been put out though he was trying his hardest. There was no competition in his mind, his brother was taller, more fit, healthier eating habits, smarter, and had better control of his temper. If there was even the possibility that Y/N liked Sam, he didn’t stand a chance. Had it been a one-night stand Dean could have charmed his way into bed with any women before his brother had a shot at saying hello, but with Y/N he wasn’t looking for a one-night stand. She deserved better than that anyway and even if he wasn’t in love with her, he wouldn’t have tried anything simply out of respect for her.

She turned around looking Dean in the eyes as he reached for his blankets. Her smile grew as the blankets were pulled back and he got in. A look of confusion began to form as Dean reached his hand down along his leg finally touching the smooth, dry pole-like figure next to him. He lifted the blanket spotting what he had been touching and flung the blankets back as he pushed off the bed landing on the ground and scurrying away all the while screaming as though he had yellow fever.

“Well, it’s about fear of course.” Y/N laughed.

“That better not be real.” Dean took a minute to catch his breath looking at Sam.

“Hey, don’t blame me, this was all Y/N.” Dean then looked to Y/N who was bent over laughing.

“It’s good, right? Looks real too! You should have seen yourself; you actually fell off the bed! That was better than I had hoped for.”

“Ha ha, you better watched your back Y/N.”

“You? Scare me? You can try.” Y/N strutted her way over to the bathroom, towel flung over her shoulder as she smirked cockily over. Dean turned to his brother once more.

“Sam, can you move the snake?”

Locking the door Y/N began to strip of her clothes turning on the water, allowing it to gain temperature.

The room smelled of Dean. Y/N inhaled deeply without thinking, taking in the smell, allowing it to lull her into a comfortable calmness, her eyes fluttering shut, her eyelashes teasing and tickling at the soft skin of her cheeks. It was an instinctual thing she would do when around the smell. She would try to absorb it, though before long she would snap out of the smell induced trance and revert back to what she was doing. Right now, however, there was no one to judge her, and she took a moment longer.

Once fully undressed, Y/N stepped under the shower head permitting the water to run across her shoulders and down her spine. Tilting her head back she let the heat of the water rush through her hair adding weight to it. Her eyes were closed, beads of water collecting on her eyelashes, her lips, her nose, as she dragged her hands along her silky hair ringing it out causing a heavy sound as the water crashed onto the floor of the tub. Y/N open her eyes meeting Dean's ocean green ones as he stood in front of her. Equally naked, he stepped forward bringing his hand up to gracefully brush at her cheek. Y/Ns eyes flutter shut once more as she imagined the way Dean hands would feel on her body, moving her own along the curves of her being as she soaped up, the suds allowing for a smooth gliding motion. His or rather her hands gently trailed her skin leaving her flinching as they tickled her sides. They grew closer to their destination, the thought of Dean encouraging her.

“Hey, are you about done in there?!”

She was going to kill Sam.

“Just about!” She yelled back, rinsing away the soap. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the tub moving to the mirror before brushing her teeth.

“Don’t even think about it.” She told herself in the mirror — for the hundredth time.

She got dressed and opened the door.

“All yours” Nodding to Sam who got up from the end of the bed, towel, and PJs in hand.

“About time, what were you doing in there? Fantasizing?”

“Yeah, totally and the kicker is you don’t get to know the juicy details.” Regardless of the factualness of her statement, it was underlined with a sarcastic tone. Sam scoffed and moved to the bathroom locking the door behind him, leaving herself and Dean alone.

Y/N had always been good at hiding her crushes ever since she was a kid. She would pretend to be annoyed with things they did or simply be neutral around them. With Dean, it had always been harder, with the fact that she spent so much time around him and would sometimes lose herself in his vicinity it had proven to be difficult. So, she had begun pushing him in the opposite directing. Because of their lifestyle, there was never a girlfriend to make him off-limits or a boyfriend to distract her. In fact, their lifestyle supported even a 'friends with benefits' arrangement between the two of them. Y/N had quickly rejected that idea knowing full well that she would fall for him given that opportunity. And so, as a way to avoid any suggested feelings she made him look the other way. Like tonight at the bar with Candy. Y/N wanted Dean to be into Candy so that she wouldn’t be into him. She did her best not to like him or find his smile charming or his smell intoxicating or his laugh all-consuming but alas. She was dealing.

Y/N moved to her bed throwing the sheets back and climbing in right after removing the fake spiders underneath.

“Really Dean? That was a poor excuse for an attempt. I don’t scare that easy.” “Well, why don’t you save us both some time and tell me what you are afraid of? What's your biggest fear Y/N?”

“Actually… I don’t know. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Do you really have to ask?” Both sat in their respective bed leaning against the headboards.

“No, I guess not. But it’d be more fun that way.”

“Well you’re shit out luck ‘cause I don’t even know what my biggest fear is to being with.” She shrugged, as she lied through her teeth. Hunkering down in her blankets she reached over and turned out the light, leaving Dean's lamp as the only source of light. The door to the bathroom swung open as Sam emerged with his soggy hair.

“You guys ready for bed?”

“We were just waiting for you, Sammy.” His brother responded as he reached overturning out his own lamp.

The room was dark suddenly, save for the alarm clock glaring red between Y/N and Dean's respective beds. Y/N lay on her back watching the shadows on the ceiling as cars passed by outside, her mind wandering for miles.

Y/N looks to the clock and smiles after noticing the hour. She got up and moves to Dean's bed crawling on the sheets and sitting with her legs crossed, resting a hand on his shoulder as he lay on his stomach.

“Dean… are you awake?”

“I am now…” He said groggily without opening his eyes, doing his best to cling to what sleep was left.

“Happy Halloween.” He could hear the smile on her face, fell the heat of her hand still resting on his shoulder. And though he was put off by the toy snake in his bed and what he saw when he exited the shower earlier that night the jealousy had been eased away.

“What?” He opened his eyes now seeing the smile she held. She was pointing at the clock that read 12:01.

“You woke me up for that?” He said closing his eyes once more as he flipped onto his back taking Y/Ns hand in his without thinking.

“Of course, I did” He sighed and smiled, relieving Y/N of the regret she was feeling for waking him. There was a pause while Dean took in the situation giggling to himself slightly as Y/N watched him, resisting the urge to touch him, his hand in her practically cheering her on to do so.

“Promise me you’ll do that every holiday from now on.” He chuckled; his voice groggy as he squeezed her hand.

“Promise. Sorry for waking you by the way. You can go back to sleep now.” She began moving off the bed, but Dean didn’t release her hand. She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles, drawing his attention back to contact he had initiated. Dean brought her hand up to his lips leaving a chaste kiss before letting go.

“Good night Dean.”

“Night sweetheart.”

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The next morning Y/N found herself watching the fields pass her by once again as she sat, half asleep, in the back seat of the impala, while Dean passed her a coffee from the gas station they had just left. She sat up cupping the coffee in both hands before chugging half of its content, quickly suffering the consequences as she panted like a dog in hope of reliving the burning on her tongue and though it did the trick in waking her up, it wasn’t as pleasant as one may have hoped. The bunker was a good 7 more hours away at the rate they were going which is why they had slept in the motel before heading home. In each town they drove though, Halloween decorations cover houses from head to toe, kids dressed in movie characters and monsters, signs prompted readers to embark on a haunted house experience and hay bale mazes. The last one caught Y/Ns attention.

“Guys! Hay bale maze 3 miles!”

“No.”

“Sam that's not fair! We’ve been cooped up in this car for hours. Plus, hay bale is hardly a Halloween thing it’s just an autumn thing.” She gave Sam a look that said, ‘prove me wrong’. He sighed and looked at his brother who was now wearing a smirk, looking forward.

“Guys… Come on. Come on!”

“Okay, okay gosh Dean you heard the woman, hay bale maze.”

“Awesome.”

“Just drop me off a motel first. You guys can go be children while I sleep.”

“Sammy!”

“Nuh-uh.” As per Sam's request, he was dropped off at a motel three miles later. Dean pulled into a lot where cars were scattered around, families and couples huddled together taking pictures with the carved pumpkin and fall decorations. Y/N and Dean stumbled out, stretching their limbs high and wide as they turned towards the maze.

“A beer says you’ll get lost.”

“Well if I get lost, then it’s 'cause you’re lost. I ain’t leaving your side sweetheart.”

“Yeah, that is until you find some fine-looking group of girls to cling onto. You know, be their knight in shining armour and all. Help them get out of the scary maze.”

“And leave you all alone to fend for yourself? Never. I gotta protect my girl! Not gonna let a group of sillies distract me... I’ll take that bet though.”

They made their way towards the maze entrance stopping to read the rule sign that outlined the following: maze hours from 9 am to 9 pm, no running, no smoking, no food or drinks, and no tipping over the hay bales.

“That last one's for you Dean. They musta known you were coming.”

“I would never!”

On the left of the entrance stood a box that read ‘maze fees by donation. All proceeds go to the local animal shelter. Thank you and enjoy!’ Dean pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and slid it in the slot without a second thought looking over to Y/N whose eyebrows were raised in shock.

“What?”

“Twenty whole dollars really? You realize it’s by donation you could have gotten away with a buck or two, right?”

“It’s for a good cause.” He shrugged.

“You don’t even like animals.”

“Well maybe not... but you do and that right there is enough reason for me. Can we go now and quit worrying about how much I put in the damn box.” Dean raised his hand, palm to the ground offering it to Y/N which she reluctantly took. She didn’t expect Dean to keep hold of it as they walked through the winding golden walls and not only did, he not let go; he slowly threaded his fingers in hers almost as though he were afraid that if he went to fast, she would drop his hand and head for the hills, which, to be completely honest, she had considered. As much as she wanted to relish in the heat radiating off his arm against hers or the pressure between her fingers, she couldn’t stop the thought rushing through her head telling her to let go. That the longer she held onto him the more painful it would be when he inevitably let go, realizes her feeling for him, and pushing her away. And so, she did. Pulling her hand back she tucked it safely away in her pocket out of reach. Dean put his hand in his jean pocket glancing over at Y/N with a hesitant smile. They walked in silence, only the sound of grass rustling under their shoes and children’s voices as they laughed and screamed with joy filling the void. Y/N didn’t know what to say and so she didn’t say anything. Meanwhile, Dean's mind was spinning with things to say but couldn’t. The silence was broken when they came to a dead end.

“Guess you owe me that beer.”

“Y/N listen— “ He faced her stepping closer as he reached for her hand from her pockets. Y/N blinked in confusion as her hand where pulled from the heat-laced pockets they had once sought shelter in.

“Dean, stop. Don’t do this, you know you’ll regret it.”

“But I need to tell you this. Please.”

“Unless you about to tell me we’re seriously lost, don’t say anything.”

“Y/N—“

“Dean, stop!” She yanked her hand back along with a step backward. “What you’re about to say— you don’t mean it. So please just... don’t.”

She walked away from the dead end. Dean stood still for a minute trying to wrap his head around her words.

“‘Don’t mean it’?” He whispers to himself.

“You coming?”

“Yeah.” He crocked walking over to her without making eye contact, his hand I’m his jean pockets. He looked beat, worn, tired, and heartbroken.

“You okay?” She asked, a stupid question really considering her previous words.

“I’m fine.” And so, the silence resumed, though this time it was Y/Ns mind spinning with unspoken thought and Deans that was solely focused on one.

The sun had begun setting long ago as they kept up their pace in the labyrinth. Y/N looked at her phone, the screen illuminating her face as she read the time; 8:37.

“We should find the way-out Dean; they close the maze at 9. We have twenty minutes.”

“Yeah.” He walked past her. They weren’t able to find the exit, ignoring the call over the intercom for stragglers. Both refused to call out expecting the other to do so. Little did they know the exit wasn’t just blocked off by a gate they could hop, rather replace with hay bales creating a seemingly solid wall. They wouldn’t find the exit till the morning.

“I’m taking a break.” Y/N sat down on the ground leaning gently against the yellow straw bricks. Dean stood and waited, looking at his boots.

“Dean—“

“What. You gonna ask if I’m okay! I’m fine. Just don’t bother.”

“I didn’t mean to — I don’t know — hurt your feelings? In fact, that’s the last thing I wanted.”

“Well good ‘cause you didn’t. It’s not like I have feelings, anyway right. I mean that’s what you were implying when you said I didn’t mean it.” Dean was calm with his argument, never looking away from his boots.

“Of course, that’s not what I meant Dean. I know you have feelings. Can we just forget about it? Dean just sit, take a break.” He sat next to her leaving inches between them. Regardless of what she had been saying to him he still craved her proximity. He couldn’t help but sit close to her even after being hurt. Despite the fact that she had been the one to hurt him she was still the only one who could make him feel better, and that made it hurt all the more. They sat in their familiar silence for a dozen minutes before Y/N suggested they play a game to pass the time, giving up completely on finding the exit.

“You wanna play a game?” Dean simply looked at her not saying a word, a blank expression on his face.

“Or not— we don’t have to.”

“Truth or dare.” Y/N looked at him surprised to see him involving himself in the conversation.

“Truth.”

“What’s your favourite memory?”

“That’s an odd question, but I’ll answer nevertheless... you remember that time we ended up in a gravel pit, after our first hunt together? Werewolf. Pack of three. There was no one around. No city lights. I had never seen the sky that sparkled. And then you told me to cover my eyes. When I opened them, the stars were even brighter than before, and there were so many. I can still see them when I close my eyes now. All those little holes in our sky. Do you remember that night Dean?”

Of course, he remembered that night. Their first hunt. He had fallen for her quickly after watching her take on two of the werewolves herself while he was tied to a chair.

“Yeah. I remember... as a matter of fact I think that’d be mine too.” There lay an essence of a smile on his face as Dean reminisced.

“My turn then. Truth or dare.”

“Truth.” Y/N didn’t have to think about her question for she had wondered it for the longest time.

“Who, and be honest here because this is important, is your favourite Scooby doo character?” As Y/N had hoped and planned, Dean burst out laughing a full belly laugh. His head tilted back resting again the wall of hay while his hand made its way to his stomach. His eyes squinted shut showing laughter lines and his chest rumbled while his shoulder bounced which every laugh. Dean lifted his hand to rub at his eyes that had begun tearing up from laughter.

“Well,” he leaned in and with a hushed voice as though divulging a secret, told her. “Since you asked for the honest truth, I’ll tell you. See I would have said Daph for all the reasons you’d suspect, all the obvious reasons. But in reality, it’s Shaggy.” He’d stopped whispering but kept a good mood. “I mean— he’s got to eat all he wants he’s got a best friend though it is a dog but I mean Scoobs can talk! How cool is that? Plus, even though he doesn’t really get much of the credit, he’s kind of the hero. Without him and Scoobs, they would never get the bad guy. Granted they catch them almost by accident but still.” She had managed to lighten the mood thankfully as they continued with their little game. Both avoided any classic truth or dare questions for obvious reasons.

“Okay, my turn.” Dean's question was one had already asked however he didn’t believe her answer. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“Good. What’s your biggest fear?”

“Dean I already told you I don’t know.” Dean turned to her watching as she looked at the straw she’s been fiddling with.

“The truth, Y/N.”

“Dare.”

“No way! Too late you gotta!”

“Dean...”

“Oh, come on. I won’t even laugh, I promise, even if it’s something like butterflies.” She looked at him, eyebrows arched. “Wait is it butterflies?”

“No! Who’s afraid of butterflies?”

“I don’t know I just figured; you know since you’re so opposed to telling me it must be something silly like that.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Then tell me. I won’t judge, in fact, I’ll trade you for mine.” There was a very long pause as Y/n looked in Dean's stunningly green eyes. She could see the honesty that lay beneath but could also spot the hurt from earlier and it killed her.

“My—“ she choked on her words and sniffled as she cleared her throat looking away from him. Her voice was shaky as she continued. “My biggest fear, Dean, is losing you.” It was Dean's turn to sit in contemplation. He watched her as she breathed shallow breaths. Lifting her head and closing her eyes she broke the silence.

“My turn then, truth or da—“

“No, no wait— I don’t get you. You act like you tolerate me, always pushing me away and then you tell me that your biggest fear is losing me. That doesn’t make any sense Y/N!”

“That’s ironic coming from you. Dean, when people get close to you, lock them out. Why would I do that? Why get close, it’s counterproductive. Either I push and keep you close or get close and get punched away. That’s how it is with you. Are you telling me that if I didn’t push you away, we would — what be the best of friend joint at the hip having sleepover parties and telling each other our celebrity crushes? I don’t think so. If I tried to get close, I would lose you and as previously mentioned that’s the last thing I want.”

“We would be more than best friends.”

“No, we wouldn’t Dean.”

“Why’s that. ‘Cause I ‘don’t mean it’, or ‘cause you don’t feel that way ‘cause I’m finally starting to get that.” Dean was on his feet a few steps away. Y/N still sat on the ground, a defeated look on her face.

“Of course, I feel that way Dean, of course, I do—“

“Then why set me up with ‘Candy’ or make sure I notice all the girls at the bar who were checking me out or suggest that I go find some chicks here huh, you’re always giving me other options, now that is counterproductive.”

“Because as I’ve said before Dean, I’d lose you. You don’t feel the same so you would push me away.”

“Who the hell said I don’t feel that way?”

“No one had to say it, Dean. I already know.”

“Well, you’re wrong. I thought I made it pretty obvious what with not being interested in the girls you point me towards, the hand holding, I’ve flirted with you.”

“Dean, you’re a notorious flirt how was I to know you’re being serious all those times?” Y/N stood up finding her footing a couple of strides in front of Dean.

“Well I wasn’t flirting with anyone now else, was I?”

“You’ve got a point there... that’s not the point. Dean, I’m not the kinda girl people date, I’m independent, solitary, don’t you think we're just really good friends and you don’t actually like me in that way we just spend a lot of time together, we get along, we’re friends.” Dean shook his head looking as though he were holding back tears.

“There is no way that the way I feel isn’t love Y/N. It’s not even that I like you. I’m in love with you and I can’t change that. And no, it’s not just that we get along, the way I feel, Y/N, is more than friendship, and trust me I know the difference. Why is it so hard for you to believe?” While there were psychological reasons for Y/N not to believe Dean's confession she didn’t have an answer. She shrugged instead, an apologetic smile on her face. Y/N sat back in her spot tugging her jacket around her body as a shiver ran through her being.

“You gonna let me give you my jacket?”

“No.” She looked up at him with a smirk acknowledging her stubbornness. Dean scoffed as he sat next to her once more this time leaving no room between them. He could feel her shaking gently next to him.

“Y/N please just take the jacket I’ve got like three other layers. I’m not cold in the slightest.”

“You’ll need it later. We’re just sitting you’ll get cold.”

“Son of a—.” He muttered as he leaned forward stripping off his jacket and putting in her lap.

“If you don’t want to put it on don’t put it on but I’m not wearing it. I’m too warm.” He looked at her cocking his eyebrows. Y/N rolled her eyes and slapped the jacket dramatically as she pulled it off her lap and around her shoulders. Dean did his best to hide his victorious smile as he settled back, crossing his arms over his chest. The jacket was already warm, the heat seeping in past her own layers and onto her skin, sinking into her muscles. The familiar and comforting smell of Dean wafted off the coat and enveloped her senses taking her back to her fantasies, a comfortable place, a happy place. She let herself relish in her imagination. The thought of Dean wanting her the same way she wanted him, loving her the same she loved him. Her eyes shot open remembering Dean's words. It was only moments ago he said he loves her. She hated herself for not being able to believe him.

“Dean I— Can I ask you why?”

“I honestly can’t answer that. I don’t know why I just know that I do. It wasn’t a development that happened over time. Well I mean I’m sure there were things you’d do that would spark that feeling in my chest but — It — It didn’t take time for me to fall in love with you. I just looked at you one day and thought ‘Hey, there you are, God, I’ve missed you.’’ And I’ve been longing for you for so long, always too afraid to make a move. Guess my fears were right hey.” He chuckled humourlessly. Y/N leaned into him resting her head on his shoulder in hopes of comforting him without thinking about what her actions might do. Dean could damn near hear his heart shatter as he swallowed the lump in his throat. She soon realized her mistake and sat up with wide eyes and nervous breathing.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She could hear the melancholy in his voice making her regret her actions. “You realize we’re probably the only two people who would admit to liking each other and do nothing about it. Hell, I admitted to loving you.”

“Dean— I’ve never been loved like that. People have hurt me time and time again and I just no longer believe in love. Let me rephrase that because I do believe in love, I’ve loved, I love you, I just don’t believe that people can love me. It’s hypocritical of me I know but that’s just how it is.”

“You love me too?” Y/N chuckled slightly pulling the jacket closer to herself, not in search of warmth, but rather in an effort to be closer to Dean.

“Yeah. I love you.” The smile rested as she heard Dean's breathing change from slow to excited.

“Best friend to best friend?” Y/N nodded curiously to be let in on the onsite Dean would promptly share. “You’re being ridiculous. Y/N just give me a chance. Please. Let me prove to you that I love you. Let me show you that you can be loved, hell that you are loved! Let me give you everything I have to offer and more Y/N and in return all I want is you. Please.” He looked at her with pleading eyes.

“Dean I— I don’t even know how.”

“It’s easy. You can start by letting me hold your hand, and give you my jacket, and not trying to set me up with other chicks.” He suddenly had hope, as misguided as it could have been. They held each other’s gaze while Dean tried his best to decipher what she was thinking if she’d give him the one and only chance he needed. Without a word Y/N looked away leaning back against the wall causing Dean's heart to seize in his chest but was soon put at ease when Y/Ns hand found his. He groaned a sigh of relief, squeezing her hand as tightly as he could without hurting her.

The sun had risen hours ago as the two of them sat in their spot. A young boy and girl turned the corner and found them on the ground, stopping in their tracks. The kids slowly backed away as Y/N and Dean noticed them.

“Guess it’s past 9. We can go find that exit now.” Dean looked to Y/N, who had over time leaned harder against him, and she nodded in agreement. Both stood up, stiff from the cool night air and lack of movement and stretched.  Dean took Y/Ns hand in his and could feel the resistance from her though it didn’t last long as she tightened her hold. Turning the corner, they spotted the exit. Both laughed at the close proximity to where they spent the night. They walked out of the maze and towards Baby, sliding into their respective seats. Y/N, out of habit stayed to her side, leaning against the door as Dean started the engine. Dean did his best not to read into her actions, understanding that she would take time to allow herself to act as though she were indeed in a relationship. Relationship. Dean suddenly felt unsure of the situation. Could he call himself her boyfriend? Did she want to be with him? Were they in a relationship or was she testing the waters before jumping in?

He focused on the road, white-knuckling the steering wheel. Y/N soon realized as she looked out the window that she was once again fantasizing about the man that sat next to her, only this time she didn’t have to imagine sliding over and resting her head on his shoulder as he drove, she could do it in reality. Y/N looked over to the driver with a smile, admiring the two-day-old scruff on his face, the freckles standing out against the rest of his skin. From the angle, she was at the light seemed to feed right through his iris making them crystal clear in the most magnificent shade of green as his eyelashes would momentarily grace his cheek when he blinked. Without warning, Y/N slid across the bench seat next to her hunter and just as she’s done thousands of times in her head, rested it on his shoulder. She felt him move under her as he pulled his arm and placed it around her pulling her as close as possible. Arriving at the motel they had once dropped off the younger Winchester, Y/N looked up at Dean as he spoke.

“I— I have a question.” She nodded but didn’t say a thing. “Are— I mean is— son of a bitch, are we together? Is this a— a thing or— or—“ His stuttering was cut short with Y/Ns answer, her lips pressed softly on his. Dean's eyes shut slowly tugging her in as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away Y/N looked him in the eyes.

“Whatever you want to call this, Dean is up to you, but I’m yours.” He smiled and nodded, pleased with her answer. Y/N knew Dean, she trusted him, and she wanted to give this a try. She knew that if it was going to work that she was going to trust him, and with great effort though little convincing, she did.

“And I’m yours.”

“That was quite the Halloween special.”

“That it was. The specialist of Halloweens.”  

“You know we never did get to scare Sam.”

“Clowns?”

“Clowns.”

She pecked him once more for the road and made their way inside with their arms wrapped around one another as they planned the scare.  

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