#Foldable bed for car

[lovekt]

⋆ ｡˚ ⋆｡ SLEEPY NIGHTS IN NOVEMBER ⋆ ｡˚ ⋆｡

pairing; lando norris x girlfriend!fem!reader

word count; 1.5k

blurb; where practice goes on for a little longer than expected, and you’re extremely jetlagged. (based off of the las vegas gp fp2)

author’s note; this is my first completed fic ahhh! cant believe i actually finished something for once in my life this is a miracle

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LAS VEGAS WAS A BRIGHT CITY. So bright, and yet you were still battling with all-consuming darkness.

You’d arrived more than twelve hours ago. Cameras flashed, questions asked, your mind had been buzzing with excitement for the ever-anticipated Grand Prix at the new track. Hundreds of people; reporters, fans, drivers, bustled about. Drones and tripods followed your every move, microphones bursting your personal bubble, screaming people begging for their caps, shirts and babies to be signed. It crossed your mind more than once that you weren’t a driver, yet the cheers of sheer joy echoed when you walked by.

It was exhilarating, truly. You’d never imagined your life would turn out this way, your face being plastered onto live television, a banner across the bottom presenting you as Lando Norris’ girlfriend.

You’d arrived just in time for Free Practice 2, not getting a chance to find the man in orange before he was off and onto the track for the second time two hours later than scheduled. However, you were soon supplied with a pair of noise-cancelling headphones and a chair to get comfortable with.

It was colder than usual. Your eyes were permanently fixated on the screen above you. No matter how many times you’d watched your boyfriend race, in person or in the comfort of your shared home, it was never any less terrifying. The noises of pure acceleration, the sparks that would occasionally burst from the back of the car, the knowledge of what could happen and what’s already happened several times before. All of it was enough to keep you on your toes, wide awake, and alert every time.

Every single time, except this one.

The low hum of the engine through your headphones did nothing to help you stay focused, time finally beginning to creep its way back up to you. Your boyfriend’s voice calmly updating his engineers, the muffled chatter of the garage, all of it caused your mind to numb and breathing to begin evening out. It was so late. So, so late, and cold.

Your head suddenly lulled to the side causing your eyes to snap open, saving yourself before you slipped off the plastic foldable chair. God, you hoped the live broadcasting cameras were not allowing thousands of eyes to see you right now.

There were some eyes, though, that had seen you. The engineers dressed in orange pottering around were chuckling, they themselves trying to stay awake by toying with tools and fidgeting with other mechanical things that you didn’t understand. Most of them you were quite friendly with by now as you were a frequent member of the McLaren garage, and they all knew you were the one to go to whenever Lando needed a break. They were grateful to have you. An angry Lando is never a fun time.

Which is exactly why they decided to make an executive decision to save you from the concrete floor below. It was only a matter of time before you ended up hurting yourself.

The screen above you began blurring once more, eyes drooping against your will when a hand placed itself onto your shoulder. One of the engineers that Lando was particularly close with was smiling down at you, softly nudging you forward and guiding you to stand up. You looked at him, eyes glossy and brows furrowed, confused.

He sighed amusedly, “I think it’s time for bed.”

Slight slurred protests began to slip out of your lips but were stopped when you wobbled and had to grip onto the top of the chair for balance. The engineer’s hold on your arm tightened and your exhaustion was too heavy to resist as he began leading you towards the driver’s rooms.

You glanced back at the screen showing your boyfriend’s perspective of the car, not wanting to leave but knowing that it’s probably for the best. There wasn’t any action going on, every driver was tired, nobody was pulling any dangerous moves. It was safe enough to walk away, just for a little bit, just this once.

The door to Lando’s driver’s room was opened and you settled onto the small sofa in the corner, wrapping yourself in a papaya-coloured blanket. Darkness enveloped the room as the engineer flipped the switch, shutting the door quietly behind him and leaving you to your thoughts for all of two seconds before a soft voice filled your ears. You’d forgotten to take the headphones off.

Lando spoke to his team, his voice calm and soothing, almost as if he knew you were falling into the depths of unconsciousness in that moment. He was safe. You felt safe.

The second he’d hauled himself out of the car, helmet removed, and interviews finished up, he was on the search for you. Often, you would wander off as soon as the car had been parked, for a bathroom break or to have a quick snack, refusing to do it during the race.

He walked back to his room as fast as possible, weaving between hundreds of people who he didn’t bother giving the time of day. Usually, he would’ve stopped and had a little chat, but it was so, so late and his whole body felt like it was about to crumble. All he wanted was to find you, get changed and make the small trek back to your shared hotel room.

The door was unlocked when he arrived, a sure sign that you were inside and waiting. But when he opened the door ready to be greeted with a sweet kiss, all he was met with was complete darkness. Weird.

His hand reached for the switch and light flooded the room. Sure enough, there you were, cuddled up in his bright orange blanket and sound asleep. Your face was half covered and smushed into the arm rest, knees curled into yourself and a set of headphones askew on top of your mussed hair.

The smile that had etched itself onto his face grew when he noticed the headphones. You’d fallen asleep whilst listening to him talk, even when he wasn’t with you. Even when you were jetlagged, cold, and exhausted, you still made sure he was okay. His chest warmed at the thought.

Lando placed the bottle of water he was holding down onto the table beside him, trying his best to be as quiet as possible as he changed from his suit to a hoodie. You didn’t move a muscle, only light breaths filling the silent space.

You looked so peaceful, lashes fluttering every so often. The urge to try and squeeze himself onto the sofa with you was strong, but the more logical side of him told him that it was finally time to head back to the hotel, and if you stayed in that position much longer then your neck would be unbearably stiff by tomorrow morning. He loved you more than anything in the world, so he knew you well enough to know that you would be moaning to him about it once you’d woken up, and not the moaning that he enjoyed hearing.

 Carefully, he brushed the tips of his fingers across your cheek, moving a few stray strands of hair. Your cheeks were warm, a contrast to Lando’s cool touch that caused you to pull your face away and tuck it further into the safety of his blanket. His lips twitched slightly. You would hate him for this now, but thank him later, he thought, as he swiftly curled his fingers around the edge of the blanket and pulled it down.

Your skin, exposed to the night air, broke out into goosebumps as you wrapped your arms tighter around yourself. Lando slowly rubbed his palm up and down your arm, bringing his lips to your forehead and kissing you softly.

Your eyelids fluttered open, pupils narrowing to the bright light of the room as an almost silent groan escaped you.

Your eyes darted around for a moment before landing on your boyfriend, crouched down beside you with his hand stroking your hair. He was smiling at you lovingly, eyes squinted and laced with a tinge of mischief. “G’morning, baby.”

You didn’t reply, instead choosing to open your mouth in a yawn directed straight at his face. He chuckled quietly.

“I think it’s time we get you to bed, hm?”

You rested your head back against the armrest, closing your eyes once more, “I’m already in bed.”

“I’m sure you are.” He said, before rising back up to his full height and slipping one hand underneath your neck, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, and the other around the back of your knees. Your hand instinctively curled around his bicep as you were lifted into the air, taking note in the back of your mind at how effortlessly he seemed to manoeuvre you.

As Lando began to carefully place you onto your feet, a wave of adoration filled you to the core. He’d just been working for hours straight, and yet here he was taking care of you. The love you had for this boy was absolutely unmatched.

And what better way to show him this than by using the little energy you had restored during your nap to rise onto your tiptoes and press a sweet kiss against his awaiting lips.

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You sat quietly, watching from afar as the Mercedes garage celebrated your twin brother's birthday. A sigh escaped your lips as you shifted around in the foldable chair, pulling your knees up to your chest. "Must be nice." Lando commented, a smile on his face as he watched your brother receive a cake to his face.

"Yeah." You replied, mustering a smile. Your teammate patted your shoulder gently before bidding you a goodnight. You got up soon after, putting away the chair and picking up your bag before leaving the track.

Barley having up enough will power to return to the hotel with the swirl in your chest and the grey clouding your thoughts, you flop on your bed, looking out the window at the busy city despite the time being after dark.

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Climbing out of your p4 spot, you sighed as your team cheered on Lando, hugging and him along with throwing praises left and right. Were they forgetting that you had been defending him from any attackers since starting in P11? Not, 'job well done, Y/N' 'couldn't have done it without you Y/N', not even a thank you. Not even an acknowledgment.

Were you that much of a background character? An extra? Your weight was taken and you were given the go to go back to the motorhome, sitting in your driver's room silently, laying on the floor facing up. What were you doing with your life? Seven years into this sport and you've only become invisible.

'This is wrong.' You thought with your blurred own vision, tears flowing down the side of your face. This was indeed wrong, and you were going to figure something out. You always do. That's how the second ones survive. And sadly, you were always second. Second child, second driver, second position, second best, second choice, second important. Second second second second second. Second.

You want to be first! And so you decided, switching out the car route. And so, you grabbed your helmet and turned it into a canvas.

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Although it was too late into the championship to be a runner up you proudly parked your McLaren in the P3 spot, your starting position for tomorrows race. You jumped out of your car jumping heavily in excitement as you pulled of your head protection and the fabric underneath. You gently kissed the redesigned helmet, before setting on the given table.

It was certainly a surprise to see you so high up on the grid since you usually kept behind your teammate to help him climb through the rankings. Your team was clapping in the background, but not for you. And you couldn't care less, reading the words you drew on the helmet. 'The Last Laps' you read again, which only widened your smile.

"You changed the design of your helmet. Can you tell us the meaning behind it?" "No." You replied bluntly, your smile permanent on your face. The word felt so reliving. Now that you quit the team and wont be returning next year, you drove for yourself, and no one else. "It speaks for itself."

Max and Charles watched you intrigued, never expecting to be sitting in this room with you. And what surprised them more was how little you were entertaining the media. You usually give them what you want, and this is the first time someone has ever heard you say no, especially this excessive.

"Is it true that this will be your last season with McLaren?" An interviewer asked and you nodded smiling. "Which team will you be going to next year." "Team? Who said anything about teams?" You chuckled leaning back in your chair relaxed. Max couldn't stop glancing at you. Something stirred in his stomach knowing you wouldn't be there next season.

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"An amazing win for the the McLaren driver." The commentators praised as you beat Max Verstappen to the checkered flag. You were screaming and shouting from euphoria and adrenaline as you began your cool down, feeling your heartbeat in your ears and your blood flowing through your fingers.

"This is her first win in five years, she must be- oh she's doing donuts." Reaching the end of your lap, you did a quick donut to celebrate. The commentator laughed as you parked your car in the P1 spot, getting up and dancing on your halo.

You were jumping, screaming and shouting. You couldn't be more happier as you jumped down. Pulling your helmet and balaclava off you watched as you brother parked in the P3 spot behind your car. He looked at you for two seconds before putting a thumbs up. You could only scoff and roll your eyes.

"That was a close call, on the last lap with Max." "It was very fun." You nodded happily, brushing a few stands out off your face as your face showed on the big screen. "I haven't felt like this since the rookie days. And I cant wait for the next races to come so I can beat you all again." You giggled before walking away.

Lando slammed his hand on the steering wheel frustrated, falling from P5 to P9 did not look good at all, he never realized how much you worked to keep defend him. And now he lost his wall of protection.

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Max patted your head once you got out of your car from free practice. Looking up at your former teammate, you patted his shoulder before walking back to your garage. Next to come greet you was Lewis, who pulled you in a side hug, giving you a praise. And soon, half of the grid stopped by to cheer you on.

You could only laugh at yourself. Where they only noticing you now? With two more weekends before your ultimate retirement. hopping in an ice bath in the back somewhere, you scrolled through your phone, looking interestingly at the the comments of people begging you to stay and wishing you good luck alike. And when you were in the fan zone, taking selfies and signing merch and flags. "Happy late birthday!" Snapping your head up to the voice, you met eyes with a stranger who could only smile at you brightly.

You could only giggle as he held out a decorated bag with a birthday decorations. "What's this? Do you want me to sigh it?" "No, it's for you." He exclaimed happily with an accent you could not quite put your finger on, gesturing for you to take it. "I didn't have enough money to stop by on your actual birthday week. But I'm here now!"

"Aww, you didn't have to." Your smile was genuine as you looked at him, taking your cap off and signing it along with leaving a message and your number. "Call, me and I'll pay you back I promise." You put the cap on his head for him, before kissing his cheek and giving him a warm hug which he gladly returned.

This was the start of something new, a brand and clean chapter.

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"What will you be doing after you retire?" "None of your business." You leaned forward on the desk, leaning your chin on your palm. "All you need to know is that I'm not driving again and you probably won't see or hear from me ever again." You smiled cheekily watching the reporter pull an annoyed and dissapointed expression.

Charles, Carlos, Max, Lewis and Alex were all sitting, scattered to each of your side looking at you with an explainable expression, one that was close to sadness or regret. "Do you think you'll be able to get P1 in quali and keep the lead throughout the whole race?"

"Of course I do, but that's boring. Hopefully the Ferrari boys put up a good fight or Max even, he's doing really well this season, yeah?" You leaned forward to look at the boy a few seats away. "It's always fun with Max around." You nodded smiling, the boy quickly nodding and returning your smile.

"Question to everyone, how do you feel about Y/N's retirement?" Charles could only sigh deeply a small smile.

"Y/N was my uh, first teammate. She's the first friend I made in my racing career during my karting days, she helped me ease into Formula one and taught me the ropes and has has always been by mu side no matter what. It will certainly feel empty without her, but I respect her decision and reasons."

"I think I speak for all of us when we say we will all miss Y/N. It definitely won't feel the same without her. Y/N had been my teammate several times with different teams, and hopefully she'll answer my calls when I invite her for Christmas dinner." The Spaniard came second.

"I had the most fun when Y/N was my teammate. Out of the car she's really a force to be reckoned with and she makes it look so easy to make people smile. I am going to miss her around and her jokes. And hopefully we stay in touch and picks up the phone." Lewis after that.

"I personally owe my three world titles to Y/N, she's always had my back. On and off track, and I will always remember her for that. I'll defiantly miss when she cooked for me, cause I don't know how I'm not going to poison myself without her. I think- I think" Max leaned forword so he could look at you. "You were teammates with almost everyone on the grid yeah?" You nodded smiling. "Yeah, It's going to feel bland without her, I don't even want to imagine that."

"I owe my whole career to Y/N, There was this one time-" He interrupted himself with his own laugh. "My kart was junked before quali and I remember Y/N fixing it for me. And I know that, if she never helped me, I would've never reached to where I am now."

A few people laughed as the boys that could reach you patted your shoulder and head proudly. Hearing their words almost made your heart warm, where have these kind words been for the past 5 years you wonder as you exited the room alongside your PR manager "Very emotional," you commented sighing.

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Arriving on the track you see all the drivers lined up in two lines for you to pass through. A smile spread on your lips as they chanted your name. Quickly putting your arms through the second half of your race suit you began going through the list of drivers hugging Max (who gently nudged your ass with his foot, a red bull tradition), Carlos, Charles, Lewis, Daniel, Alex. When you got to Lando he gave you a bone crushing hug, which made you tear up as you returned the embrace.

When you hopped in your car, pulling on your helmet that was now professionally redesigned with the words 'The Final Drive' written on with several images containing memories scattered around. You felt warm tears run down your eyes as you watched the red lights flicker.

The sport that you have fought and lost so much for. The Life you bled for, cried for, sold yourself to.

Here it was, coming to an end.

you were free.

"Voi ieși cu tine într-o secundă." [I'll be out with you in a second] The four boys sighed as they leaned against the broken down car. "Does anyone speak that language." Lando frowned at the unfamiliar tongue. Out of the four languages in Switzerland, their aid spoke one they have never heard before.

"I don't even know what that is." Carlos sighed running his hand over his face. "Maybe she understands German?" Daniel suggested to Max who only pursed his lips. "Verzeihung." [excuse me] The Dutch man tried, his accent and pronunciation off.

"I can speak English." You confirmed walking out of the garage, freezing upon your eyes landing on your former teammates, the wrench you held falling out of your grip with a loud clank.

"Mama, esti bine?" [mama, are you okay].

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Bucky and Reader take care of a baby and Bucky holds the little toddler in his arms and takes care of that sweet little one. And the toddler is absolutely in love with Bucky and his metal arm like Reader is.

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Babysitting duty

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1K

SUMMARY | Andy has asked you to babysit for him while he is away on trial, and you couldn't be more excited about it. You didn't tell Bucky since it was such last minute, but he absolutely adores the little girl you're babysitting, and couldn't be happier to see how good you are with kids.

WARNING(S) | None.

A/N | Thank you so so much for this sweet request, I've tried to shove as much tooth rottingly sweet fluff in here as I possibly could! I hope it is everything you've thought of and more, and I can't wait to see what other ideas you come up with in the future! 🖤

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You're getting ready to go grocery shopping for Bucky's return from his mission when your phone suddenly rings. You look at it and see it's Andy Barber, your good friend, so you pick it up.

''Hi Andy, is everything okay?'' you ask, wondering why he would call you in the middle of the day.

''Hi Y/N, yeah, no, uhm… I know this is a little… last minute, but could you watch Ivy for a few days? I must go to trial with my client and can't take her. I'll pay you double what I would usually pay you as compensation,'' he tells you, and you just smile.

''It's okay, Andy, you don't have to pay me double. I'd absolutely love to watch Ivy. When do you need me to pick her up?'' you ask.

''You're a true lifesaver right now; I was honestly running out of options here,'' he sighs. ''If you could pick her up tonight, you would be a huge help,''.

''Alright, I'll see you around 6 PM, okay? That way, she can sleep at my house, and we don't have to wake her for transport,''.

With that, you change your grocery shopping plans; instead of buying food for 2 people, you're getting it for 3, so little Ivy can eat too. The shopping trip is going smoothly; before you know it, you're back home.

You already went to the attic to get the foldable bed you use every time you babysit and set it up in your and Bucky's bedroom.

Next are some toys you like to keep around, even though Andy always lets Ivy bring some.

When all that is done, the apartment is getting clean and tidy; when that's done, it's time to pick up the little girl.

When you arrive at Andy's house, he quickly opens the door with his daughter on his hip, tightly holding her favorite stuffed animal in anticipation of who's ringing their doorbell.

''Y/N, please come in! You're an absolute lifesaver right now,'' Andy says as he lets you into the house.

''It's not a problem at all; you know how much Bucky and I love this little Munchkin right here,'' you say as you pinch her cheeks softly.

She reaches her arms out for you, and you take her from Andy's arms, so he can get all her things ready.

''Are you ready to come to sleep with me and Uncle Bucky for a few days? You say, "We have missed you so much!'' she nods.

''Sweep with you,'' she repeats.

''Yes, sleep with me! Good job!'' you praise her as you walk over to Andy, who is just grabbing some clothes for her.

''How long do you think you'll be gone for?'' you ask, eyeing the pile of clothes he's packing. ''You know we have a washing machine, right? You don't need to pack up her entire wardrobe,'' you chuckle.

''I'm sorry, it's just… It's so last minute, and I feel bad that I had to ask you like that,'' he says, but you reassure him it's okay.

''We don't mind, Andy, not even in the slightest.''

When everything is packed up, and Andy has said his goodbyes to Ivy, you head to your house. She is already sleeping in the car, so you transfer her to the bed when you arrive.

You turned on the baby monitor and grabbed a glass of wine in the kitchen, sitting down with your drink and a book, enjoying your evening.

''Are you excited to pick up Uncle Bucky today?'' you ask her after you dress her in one of the outfits Andy packed.

''Unnel Buck!'' she says, not quite getting the hang of the word ''Uncle'' yet, but it is absolutely adorable.

You arrive at the Compound a little earlier than expected, and the Avengers aren't back yet, so you decide to wait in Bucky's room - which he barely uses since the two of you moved into your apartment together - with Ivy.

When FRIDAY showed that the Quinjet was about to land, you approached the hangar, ready to greet Bucky and all the other Avengers.

Ivy had spotted him before you did and was wildly waving her arms to be held by him.

''Hi, little troublemaker! It's nice to see you again!'' Bucky said after he picked up his pace a little and jogged over to where the two of you were standing.

''Andy had to go to trial for a few days, so I agreed to watch her for him while he's gone,'' you explain, and Bucky takes her out of your arms.

''Unnel Buck!'' she coos as she pets his long hair, earning her a big smile from the super soldier.

''Hi, little Ivy, I missed you! Are you ready to come home with me and Auntie Y/N?'' he asks, and she coos a yes at him.

When the three of you arrive at the car, Bucky puts her in the car seat before moving to the passenger seat, dropping into it with all his weight.

''Arm, arm, arm!'' she says as the three of you are back at your apartment, and you both know she's entirely in awe by Bucky's arm.

''Arm…'' she says softly as Bucky holds out his Vibranium hand for her to hold and to look over before her gaze moves over to the rest of his arm.

''I still think it's the cutest thing ever, how much she loves your arm! She has good taste,'' you say with a wink, making Bucky blush slightly.

''Alright, I believe it is time for a nap, troublemaker,'' he says before scooping her up with the metal arm and bringing her to bed.

He walks back into the kitchen when she's asleep and gives you a proper hello. He grabs your cheeks in his hands and brings your face to his, meeting in the middle for a deep, passionate kiss.

''I love you so much, doll. I can't wait to have a little one of our own one day,'' he says, pulling you closer and capturing your lips again.

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High For This ~ Konig

Hello! I am back with another Konig smut bc I cant stop thinking about this man. This one has mentions of the devils lettuce (hehe) so if that makes you uncomfortable just a heads up it will be mentioned. Its also kinda inspired by one of my favorite Weeknd songs so I hope you all enjoy <33 also wasn't edited, I wrote this in like an hour bc I couldn't stop thinking about it

"Here." Konig said, taking one last puff before passing it to you. You smiled, leaning over the small outdoor table. " I needed that. Work has been busting my ass." Your boyfriend groaned, sitting back in the foldable chair. You brought the lit paper to your lips, inhaling the smoke slowly, blowing it out even slower. You and your boyfriend always had a mini smoke session before bed. Yes, it definitely was for the sleeping factor. But it also just felt really good. Plus, if you both aren't tired enough, he'll fuck you senseless. High sex is always the best sex. At least you believed that.

" I bet, your shoulders look tense baby." you said, coughing right after. He nodded, sighing deeply before sitting up. The city was wide awake with you both, it made the smoke session that much better. Being able to look over and see all the city building lights, the cars zooming below. And to have your boyfriend right next to you. It made it all better. Before you knew it the joint was done, you both were resting on your shared bed. Family guy played in the back as you looked up at him. His eyes were hooded, red. Every now and then he'd break out in a laugh, causing a smile to spread across your lips.

" You know you cant see the tv looking at me." he said, looking down at you. you giggled, nodding your head. "obviously. I just wanna look at you. cant I do that?" you asked, moving closer into his chest. you breathed in his faint cologne, humming as his hand ran up and down your arm. " of course you can baby.. but don't look too long." he leaned down, whispering, " you know what that does to me."

you smirked and licked your lips, moving up to his neck and placing small kisses. he hummed, pulling you closer to his warm body. his shirt was off, as it always was, so your hand was easily able to make access to his abs. that always turned him on, whether you meant it in a sexual way or not. "libeling.." he whispered, pulling you onto his lap. you smiled, your hooded eyes meeting his. " i love this part of being high." you said before placing your lips back onto his neck. you were sure to leave marks, some visible some not. his hands quickly found your hips, digging his fingertips into you. "mm~ fuck your so hot maus.. i love when you get like this." he whispered, his head falling back onto the wall.

slowly you moved your hips, moving from his neck to his lips. your tongue slid in with ease, occasionally tugging his lip. he'd whimper in your mouth, holding you close like you were gonna run away. " wanna fuck you so bad.." he'd whisper when you pulled away, looking at you with his dilated, but still hooded eyes. Konig high was so attractive. it was like he got 100 times more sexy. he was irresistible and so were you. so much so that you guys could fuck anywhere while high, and you have. bathrooms, parks, in the car. it was impossible to keep you guys from touching each other.

"then do it daddy.. fuck me." you whispered, pulling his earlobe gently with your teeth. he wasted zero time in flipping you on your back, his hands sliding up the shirt you had on and pulling it off. He smirked when he saw you braless, his hands gripping each one. " looks like you knew this was gonna happen. I bet you dont even have panties on huh libeling?" he smirked, taking his knee to your covered pussy, moving it up and down. you moaned at his touch, biting your bottom lip. "pull them off a-and find out." you said, his knee working against your clit.

he huffed, moving his hands from your boobs to the waistband of your pants, yanking them off. He was right. No underwear. Just your bare, wet pussy. he licked his lips, taking a finger and running it through your folds slowly, smirking at how your body jerked up when his finger hit your clit. "fucking soaked.." he mumbled, taking a second finger to your pussy. you closed your eyes, feeling him tease your entrance with the two fingers. "k-koni please" you'd whimper, thrusting your hips up. "tsk, no libeling. good girls wait. they're patient. dont make me punish you when you've been doing so well for me so far." he smirked, continuing his teasing.

you whimpered below him, watching his hand move up slowly, and down just as slow. but of course, he felt bad. you were his princess, he couldn't deprive you from giving you what you wanted for too long. he, without warning, slid his two fingers in at once, moaning at the noise your pussy made for him. you gasped, head falling to the pillow. he moved his fingers up and down, watching as your legs tensed up. "f-fuck.. fuck Konig~" you whimpered below him, his eyes never leaving your body. " go on.. tell me. tell me how good you feel." he whispered, taking his thumb and pressing it on your pounding clit.

you didnt know if it was the weed or what, but everything felt 10 times better. of course, sober sex was amazing, Konig knew just how to get you to cum. But high sex, that was something you both saved for once in a while. simply because of how good it was. you didnt wanna get used to it. " s-so good Koni.. oh its so good" you moaned, gripping the sheets as you felt the pit of your stomach sink. he moaned as he felt you clench around him, smirking. "cum for me, coat my fingers. be a good girl a coat my fucking fingers." he said, leaning down to watch you more closely. his fingers slammed in and out of you, his dick pointed straight up in his pajama pants. It rested peacefully on your lower stomach, waiting patiently to pound into you.

"k-konig im go-gonna-fuck-!" you felt your back arch, toes curl as your high took over you, a long, strangled moan coming from you. he smirked, watching your juices pour out of you and onto his fingers and sheets. "fuck.. you look so pretty when you cum libeling.. so fucking pretty" he cooed, moving his fingers slower. you looked up at him, a small smile on his lips. he pulled his fingers out, sucking them. he moaned around his fingers, eyes on you the whole time. "so fucking good." he growled.

he stood, discarding his pajama pants before dragging you to the edge of the bed. "turn around." he commanded, slapping the inside of your thigh gently. you nodded, turning around, legs still shaky. he gripped your waist, pushing your top half down. his one hand gripped your head, the other on your hip. "your gonna get fucked now libeling. im gonna fuck you until Im fucking shaking." he said, moving his hand from your head do his dick, pumping himself a bit. not like he needed too tho.

he lined his horse cock dick up to your entrance, tracing your hole. he loved coating it with his pre cum before slamming into you, feeling your pussy instantly grip around him. and he did just that. your body jolted forward, head pressed into the mattress. A loud gasp left his lips, a pained moan leaving yours. Konig always forgot how big he was when fucking you. maybe because you always took him so well. his hands now both rested on your hips, breathing slowly. "im sorry libeling.." he breathed out, patting your hip. shaking your head, you turned to him. " fuck me Konig.. "

he growled, pushing your head down and into the mattress. he slowly pulled his hips out before jutting them back into yours. your body jerked forward again, this time a moan of pure pleasure leaving your lips. he slowly moved his hips faster, his grip on your hips and head tightening. " fuck libeling.. this pussy was.. was made for me. fuck its mine. all mine." he groaned, watching as your ass rippled with each thrust of his. it made him wanna cum instantly. the mix of your moans, skin slapping and how wet your pussy was. it was all to much for his high state.

he felt himself cumming and stopped, earning a dissatisfied whine from below. "I-im sorry.." he panted, closing his eyes. "you just..you just feel to good." he said, his grip on you loosening. you smirked, pushing yourself up off his dick before slamming back against his hips. a whimper came from him, his eyes meeting yours. "libeling.. j-just wait a sec.." he said, his grip on you coming back. but you couldn't wait. you needed him now.

whimpers flew right from his lips as you continued your movements, his hips eventually slamming forward to meet yours. "come on libeling.. faster. fuck yourself on this dick..fuck.. faster." he whimpered, his eyes pleading with yours as you looked back, watching him. your head dropped, lewd noises and both you guys' moans filling the room. "oh fuck Konig~ fill me up with your c-cum please." you begged, feeling him twitch inside you.

that was one of his weaknesses that you learned very early on. he loved when you begged him to cum in you. it was his way of saying you were his. what said you were his more than his cum stuffed deep inside you? "you want it? earn it. fucking..earn it." he said, stopping your hips and moving his, deep and fast into you. your body jerked forward with each powerful thrust, his moans growing louder and louder. "p-please Konig I need it.. I deserve it I-ive.. mmgh~ ive been g-good!" you cried out, gripping the sheets in desperation.

as he pounded into you, you felt another orgasm forming in the pit of your stomach. Konig began to whimper out small phrases in German, another sign that he was close. "oh fuck..oh fuck oh fuck!" he whimpered, his hips pounding into you. his tip kissed your cervix so painfully good. you were drooling at the point, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

you felt his hand snake around your throat, pulling you up. your back arched, your head falling back so your eyes made contact with his. "come on libeling.. milk my dick.. you fucking deserve it baby so milk all my cum from me.. come on you can do it" he moaned, his free hand sliding around your waist. you whimpered at his praise, clenching around him. "thats is t-thats..fuck.. oh im cumming libeling I-im.." his breath caught in his throat, his entire grip on you tightening as his body stiffened, shooting his cum deep inside you. you whimpered, feeling him shoot inside you. but you couldn't stop. your hips moved against his as he shot his cum inside you, chasing your own high.

"k-koni im gonna cum too.. mmgh~" you felt him pathetically thrusting into you, whimpers coming from him with every thrust. you felt that knot in your stomach come undone, your cum and his covering both his dick and your inner thighs. "Konig~" you whimpered, shaking at the intensity of your own orgasm. his chest rose and fell, slowly pulling out of you. his legs gave out as soon as he let go of you, falling directly beside you. you whimpered, crawling to lay next to him. "fuck libeling.. high sex with you is always a treat." he said breathlessly. you giggled and nodded, slowly shutting your eyes.

"come on, lets get you cleaned up." he said, slowly standing from the bed, carrying you to the bathroom as you cradled into his neck, enjoying his now slow heartbeat.

I suck at ending these but I promise ill get better lmao

[dfortrafalgar]

I'm Losing You... (But We're Filling the Cracks)

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem. But sometimes, you just need a little bit of love... and a little bit of science.

Warnings: read chapter 1 for warnings.

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua | @augustanna | @chaixsherlock | @whore-of-many-hot-men | @nerdisthenewcool | @lilypadmomentum | @1dkneo | @kitsunechan707

Chapter 29

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The last thing you and Law were able to fully enjoy together to prepare for the arrival of your babies was setting up the nursery in the second bedroom, after having your friends assist with clearing it out and cleaning up the carpet, that was.  Once completed, Law was now hunkered down to a strict schedule of meetings with almost hundreds of people in preparation for the biggest, longest, and most daunting surgery of his life.

But prior to that, he was able to spend an entire day with you, putting together cribs, assembling toys, installing two small dresser sets and changing tables, and organizing all of the baby clothing and supplies you received from your generous friends.  You had never seen Law more delighted, except maybe on your wedding day.  The way he carefully assembled one of the mobiles and hung it delicately over the top of one of the cribs brought a warm smile to your face.  As the days grew closer and closer, the thought of Law holding your babies made your heart flutter more and more.

The room was much smaller than your master bedroom, but it still had ample room as a nursery for two babies.  You had taken the opportunity (thanks in part to your lenient lease) to paint both of the walls a simple, muted mint-green color, calming to the eyes and yet still allowing the room to glow with light when the blinds were open.  Law had even bought a paper trim decorated with animal prints to place on the highest points of the wall, surrounding the corner where it touched the ceiling.  Both cribs were situated in opposite corners of the room, separated by a small window.  At the ends of both cribs sat their small dressers where their respective clothing, bedding, and supplies were stored, and above the dressers sat their changing tables and changing mats.  The rest of the room was dedicated to storing their plethora of toys until they were old enough to begin playing and exploring their world.  In your kitchen, two high chairs were placed against the wall, ready to be used at your table.  Two car seats with sturdy handles and foldable sun covers were ready and waiting in your extra closet, along with the folded up double stroller.  In your bathroom, Law had installed a small additional storage container for you to keep your unused breastfeeding supplies in, which he insisted on sterilizing three times a week despite not being touched yet.  Everything was ready to go, now the only thing left to do was wait.

But now, Law was spending more and more time at the hospital, which you completely understood, but that he lamented over.  Before he left every single day, and the second he returned home from however long his shift was, he kissed you on the lips before traveling down and planting two tender kisses against your bump.  The bump of which had become quite the hindrance as you approached the 36 week mark.  You were at 34 now, and according to Robin, your twins’ organs were fully developed and they’d be able to breathe on their own once born… whenever that was.

And while you were happy to have made it to 34, overjoyed even, the Braxton Hicks contractions were incredibly annoying.

“They are not indicative of labor,” your doctor had said.  “Trust me, you’ll know when your contractions go from false alarms to actual labor.”

You took her word for it.  But that didn’t make the 30 second increments of sudden cramping rippling across your belly at all hours of the day any better.  Sometimes, the pain would subside for an hour or two before coming back in full.  And they weren’t agonizingly painful, but they were prevalent enough that it was near impossible to ignore them.

While Law was at work more and more frequently in preparation for the surgery, Shachi and Penguin basically moved in with you.  They were walking Bepo, feeding Bepo, playing with Bepo, kissing Bepo, all while you were laying on your couch like a log.  A log with a huge belly and spontaneous Braxton Hicks contractions.

“What does Mama want?” Penguin asked from your kitchen, rifling through your pantry.

“Please don’t call me ‘Mama,’” you groaned.  It was endearing when Law did it, and very awkward when anyone else did.

“Got it.  What does the fat woman on the couch want?” he called back.

“Don’t make me come over there and stab you,” you yelled.  “I’m cranky enough as it is.”

Shachi emerged from the bathroom down the hall.  “Penguin quit bugging her.  That’s my job.”

“You guys are going to make me deliver early,” you snipped.

“Give the poor woman some food,” Shachi demanded, driving a harsh spank against Penguin’s ass through the man’s cargo shorts, resulting in a high-pitched yelp.  That finally forced a smile to break out on your face.

“I’m glad to see you two finally came to your senses,” you chided, trying to push yourself up against the armrest of your couch where a pillow was situated against your back to support you.  “What’s it like having graduated from roommates to sex?”

“It’s the exact same, but way hotter,” Shachi replied with a mischievous, toothy smile.

“Okay, I’m sorry for calling you fat, please stop talking about my sex with this lunatic,” Penguin groaned, emerging from your pantry with a few unopened boxes of pasta while you and Shachi giggled over his modesty.  “How does a simple baked ziti sound?”

You moaned from the couch.  “That sounds heavenly.”

Shachi left the kitchen to enter the main living space with you, sitting on the floor with his legs spread and allowing Bepo to crawl onto his lap.  “Nervous?” he asked, looking up at you.

Your hands soothed over your belly as another false contraction rippled through you in waves.  “More than nervous.  But I’ve been trying not to think about it.  I’m worried that too much stress will induce labor.”  After a brief pause, you added, “I’m worried that everything out of the ordinary will induce labor.”

The redhead hummed beside you, idly stroking the soft fur of Bepo’s head as the dog began to fall asleep on his lap.  “Do you have a hospital bag packed?”

You nodded.  “Law packed one for me a week ago.  It has all of our stuff in it… it’s pretty heavy.  He said, ‘If anything happens while I’m away and you have to go into L&D, have either Shachi or Penguin take this to the hospital.’”

“What’s ‘L&D’?” asked Penguin from the kitchen as he dumped two boxes of pasta into a large pot of boiling water.

“Labor and Delivery,” you clarified.  “We’re all assuming a lot of this is going to be spontaneous, so there’s no real indication of when I’ll have to go in because… well, we don’t know when I’ll give birth,” you explained.  “Most moms with one baby give birth at around 40 weeks, give or take.  But with twins, the average is apparently 36.  And I’m at 34.”

Shachi whistled through his lips.  “So it really could be at any moment.”

“Great time for Law to have to replace a man’s organs, huh?” Penguin piped up from the kitchen.

You laughed.  “The timing couldn’t have been better!”

The smell of baked ziti very slowly began to permeate your apartment as Penguin cooked, Shachi doted on Bepo, and you lounged on the couch, standing intermittently to continue to stretch your legs.  The contractions didn’t stop, if anything they increased in frequency as time slowly ticked away.  And every once in a while, one of your babies would kick against your muscle.

—

Law was fighting with every fiber in his body to stay awake.  He was leading his surgical team, for crying out loud.  He needed to be front and center for this meeting.  He drove the tip of his pencil through his pant leg into the flesh of his thigh to snap him out of his dozed state.  God, he needed coffee.

At the front of the conference room, directly in front of where Law sat, was the head of the hospital’s Transplant Transport team, which Law’s team joked was a very humorous name.  He was quite a stocky older man with a distended belly that barely fit into the gray dress shirt he had tucked into his slacks.  He was going through an itinerary on a pulled-down projector screen.  

“The patient, to remind those of you who just arrived, is a 51 year old man with a history of cardiopulmonary failure.  He has had two open heart surgeries in the past, and suffered a collapsed lung in his youth.  Both he and his family have been willing to try every treatment possible, and that is why we are meeting here today.  As far as I am aware, this hospital has never performed a double heart-lung transplant before, am I correct?”  He turned his attention to Law, who crossed on leg over his knee, asking silently for the lead surgeon’s approval.

“Correct,” Law affirmed, nodding his head.

“Dr. Trafalgar, would you mind walking your team through the procedure step-by-step?” the man asked, stepping aside to allow Law room to stand up in front of the packed conference room.

With a silenced grunt, Law stood up and smoothed his white doctor’s coat over his chest.  He took a deep breath and turned to face the room.  In front of him, every seat at the table and scattered chairs against the wall were filled by his surgery team, ICU nurses and doctors, hospital technicians involved with the case, and members of the Transplant Transport team.  “The surgery is scheduled to begin at 8:00 AM on May 12th.  That morning, a helicopter will be arriving with the heart and lungs from the donor patient, where they will then be transported by the transplant team to our operating room and hooked up to an artificial body where they’ll be kept living while we remove the damaged tissue from our recipient.  A coronary bypass machine will be used to keep the patient alive while his organs are removed and replaced.  This is the simple explanation, whenever everyone’s ready, I will begin discussing the more heavy aspects of the procedure.”

A few nods and curt words of consent were shared amongst the room.  Law took a deep breath and began speaking once more.

—

You were sitting naked on your bed, having just gotten out of the shower, when your phone started buzzing on your bedside table.  Your husband’s name popped up, immediately making you smile.

“Hey, baby!” you called into the receiver.  “How’d the presentation meeting go?”

A long, pent up sigh was heard through the speaker, making your heart pang with sympathy.  [About as good as it could’ve.  It’s hard explaining a 15 hour surgery to a group of 50-some-odd people.]

“Do you think your team is ready for it?” you asked, using one hand to slather moisturizing lotion onto your knees and calves.

[I think so.  I mean, I damn hope so.  I’ve had a lot of my nurses and team members review the same materials I’ve been studying to make sure everyone is on the same page.  As the day gets closer, I’m having my assistants complete simulated operations on their down time.]

“You can do that?”

[It’s a teaching hospital, we’ve got plenty of equipment.]

You grinned, dropping your legs and falling backward onto your bed, rubbing your belly with one hand while your other held your phone to your ear.  “Well, that’s good.”

Law’s voice hummed in agreement.  You heard him take another deep breath.  [I miss you.]

A part of you wanted to joke that he was only about five minutes away, but you knew what he meant.  He was missing the last few weeks of your pregnancy, something he had wanted to avoid since the two of you started trying for a baby.  It was vital to him that he was there to support you, to protect you, but once again, he wasn’t.  He was kept away from you by his taxing job, a job that he loved with a deep passion, but one that fought with his unwavering commitment to you.

Instead of commenting something witty in response, you replied with, “I know… I do too.”  A thought came into your mind, something you had read earlier in the day while your friends were out with your dog.  “Hey… Law?”

[Yeah, baby?]

“I know it’s hard to ask this over the phone but… I read online that parents with twins are more likely to suffer relationship breakdown.”

Law seemed to know what you were alluding to immediately, even without you having to explicitly state your worry.  [Remember everything I’ve been telling you?  About how much I love you and how that’s not going to change at any point?]

A smile tugged to your lips.  “Yeah…”

[Relationships break down because of stress.  But we’re good at working things out together.  We jump through hurdles at the same time because we communicate and we love each other.  That’s not going to change with babies.  Even with two new mouths to feed instead of one.]

“Your words always help me feel better,” you sighed into the receiver.  “I love you.”

[Get some rest, sleeping beauty.  I love you, too, always.]

—

34 weeks turned into 35.

The waiting was starting to take years off of your life, you thought.

Shachi and Penguin had bunked up in your living room.  You only saw your husband about three times while he prepared religiously for the operation.

Somewhere at another hospital, a comatose man was being prepped and signed off to be removed from life support and have his organs harvested.  And ten minutes from your apartment, a middle-aged man with his own family was getting ready to receive them.

And you were carrying two babies in your womb.  Two babies who, according to your very last ultrasound, were both facing head-first toward your cervix.  It was looking like a completely natural birth would be possible, as long as no complications arose in the moment.

Hopefully, according to your latest health workup, everything would be fine.  Your blood pressure had remained steady throughout your pregnancy, all of your blood panel conditions had been very healthy.  Your body felt ready, if the constant Braxton Hicks contractions were anything to go off of.

It was just.  The.  Waiting.

Your journal was almost completed.  You only had two more pages before your prompts switched to journaling the post-birthing experience.

You uncapped your pen and began writing.

[some-lonely-loser]

STAY HIGH .01

📍Location-Perez Household

📷POV- Narrator (3rd)

Brooke sat on Maddy's bed with a small, foldable mirror in one hand while her other hand lined her lips with a walnut brown shade while listening to Maddy and Kat's conversation. "Do you think my areolas look weird?" Maddy asked, while looking at her boobs in the mirror.

"No." Kat responded while Brooke just hummed in agreement, moving onto her eyeshadow, gathering her brushes together.

"But like.. The edges though." Maddy spun a little round, glancing at her friends who weren't even paying attention to what she was saying.

"Maddy, they're fine." Kat said while Brooke responded, "Yeah girl, calm down."

Maddy scoffed and said "Fine like they're weird, or fine like nobody but me would notice what I notice?"

"Fine like shut the fuck up Maddy!" BB yelled from Maddy's bathroom which caused Brooke to stop applying her makeup and start laughing

"I'm disgusting. I literally look disgusting." Maddy said while  pulling her tank top back up while Brooke scoffed and Kat responded "Maddy, you need to snap the fuck out of this. You're hot as fuck and Nate's a loser. Who cares?" Kat said, looking up at her while Brooke hummed in agreement, finishing her makeup and putting the mirror back on Maddy's table.

"He's not a loser, he's a dick." Maddy defended him. "All dicks are losers... duh." Kat mumbled. Brooke stood up and grabbed her phone, walking into the bathroom that BB was previously getting ready in, no longer interested in the seemingly never ending conversation. She pulled up her periwinkle colored jeans and smoothed out the wrinkles on her satin, indigo shirt.

Brooke came back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed and grabbed her phone to get more details about the party that was being thrown later.

"Brooke! You ready?" Maddy yelled from downstairs, glancing at Kat and BB who were also confused on what Brooke was doing. "Yep! I'm coming, gimme a sec I'm putting my shoes on." Maddy shrugged and turned around, walking to the door while BB shouted "We're gonna wait for you in the car." while following Kat and Maddy outside, shutting the door.

                                    ***

Maddy slowed the car down, beginning to pull into the parking lot of the store that Fezco owned with his brother. A certain curly haired girl walked past  the car and as soon as Maddy parked, she squinted her eyes and leaned closer to where the familiar figure was coming from.

"Is that..?" Maddy mumbled

"Oh shit. Slow down." Kat told her, even though she was already parked.

"Dude that's Rue! Oh my god.." Kat yelled.

Brooke sat up and smiled. "Oh shit! It is her!"

"Wait. didn't Rue like.. Die?" Maddy asked, confused.

BB leaned back in her seat and said "Oh my god.. I hate ghosts." Making Brooke laugh and say "She was in rehab I think."

Kat stuck her head out the window and yelled, "Yo Casper! You want a ride?"

Rue turned around and started walking slowly to the car. "Why thank you."

Brooke moved over to the middle seat, making room for Rue while she opened the door and got in the car. "Hey Rueee" Brooke said, making Rue turn to her and grin lazily. "Oh hey."

Maddy pulled out the parking spot and continued driving while rap music played and the smoke from BB's vape and the blunts that were being passed around, filled the car.

Brooke looked down at her phone, getting a message from her best friend, Sienna.

                                          Sienna<3

Sienna<3

Hey bitchh, where u at?

Brooke

I'm omw rn. I'm in the car wit Maddy and evb else. This car loud asf

Sienna<3

Ok girl be safe

Love u. see u soon

Brooke

I will! Love u too.

Brooke shut her phone off and laid her head against the headrest behind her, growing a headache every time BB blew smoke in her direction. Brooke just kept calm and continued listening to the rap music playing throughout the car, thankful that the current situation would only be for a couple more minutes. When the girls arrived at the party, they all said their goodbyes and ran off inside.

Brooke planned to stay with Maddy, but of course that wasn't happening since she already walked off, probably to find Nate. Her eyes darted across the room, hoping to find Sienna, or anybody else that was familiar to her.

After walking around for a few minutes, Brooke grew irritated with how many people shoved into her, unapologetically. Looking through the crowd of people one last time, before eventually deciding that she would find Sienna later, Brooke walked to the kitchen.

She grabbed a red solo cup, glancing at all the bottles of alcohol and shot glasses that were scattered throughout the kitchen. Making sure her cup was clean, she walked over to the fruit punch bowl and made herself a drink, making a mental note to add some tequila to it as well.

"Hey Brooke! I've been looking for you!" Brooke's head snapped to where the voice came from, thinking it was Sienna but it was just one of her friends from school, Isobel. "Hey Isobel! You liking the party so far?" She said drinking from her cup.

"It's ight." Isobel shrugged. "You?" Brooke grinned before shrugging as well. "Yeah it's ight. You know where Sienna is?" She shouted over the loud music.

"Uhm.. The last I saw her, she was at the bathroom so try there." Isobel spoke before grabbing a bottle of alcohol and walking away, saying her goodbyes.

Brooke drank the rest of her drink, scrunching her face, looking down into the cup, only to see that it was clear. She put the cup down, rolling her eyes as she realized she just drank from the wrong cup. She shrugged it off, walking back into the living room, to find Sienna. Her eyes scanned over all the dancing figures before she found what she guessed

were the bathrooms, where a lot of people gathered.

Brooke looked at all the figures, not finding one with noticeably crimson colored hair, which caused her to turn around, figuring whatever was going on behind that crowded door, was most likely bullshit.

She walked around more, still trying to find Sienna before eventually giving up and sitting herself down onto an empty seat on the couch. Her eyes scanned the room, watching all the people who were doing their own thing before she turned her head to get a look at who she was sitting beside. Her eyebrows raised and when she saw Sienna

"Where the hell were you?" Brooke shouted over the loud music, causing Sienna to look at her and smile. "I was looking for you everywhere!" Sienna yelled before pulling her into a hug.

Brooke's smile faded away as she felt a tug on her bladder. "Hey, stay here, don't go anywhere. I gotta use the bathroom." Sienna pulled away from the hug and said "Alright, but be quick" she chuckled and walked off to the bathroom.

                                                                                                                       

***

Brooke walked out the bathroom, shaken up from all the drama she had heard. She shrugged it off, walking back to the couch that she was previously at. She looked around for Sienna before eventually sitting down, figuring she just went to get a drink.

She grabbed her phone out of her bag and started scrolling on instagram, no longer having interest in this party.

                                 —————

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She started scrolling through the comments before she felt the seat beside her sink down. She looked over and saw Sienna. "I told you not to leave!" Sienna laughed "I'm sorry, I was thirsty I had to get a drink. You wanna dance?" She yelled over the loud music. Brooke nodded as Sienna pulled her up and led her toward the middle of the living room, crowded with dancing figures.

Sienna and Brooke started dancing together but Brooke felt eyes watching her. Brooke continued dancing but shrugged the feeling off

Unbeknownst to Brooke, Ashtray was staring ahead of them. He watched as they grabbed onto each other, dancing and singing along with the music. He didn't know either of the girls well, but he did know that Sienna bought weed from him alot and Brooke just seemed.. Confusing.

He met her a couple times before. Sometimes she was dressed in sweatpants and a tee and didn't talk at all while looking at her phone and other times, she was dressed all fancy with her hair done up in some kind of way while being chatty.

He knew she came from a rich family and just figured she would be one of those rich, annoying, stuck up girls with an everlasting bitchy attitude. Maybe he was judging her based on what he heard about her but she just seemed like she was uninteresting and annoying.

Despite how Ashtray was staring her down, Brooke didn't notice it. But Sienna did. And just as she was about to tell Brooke, and suggest going over there, she heard a loud voice.

"Do you guys know who the fuck this is?" Brooke and Sienna stopped dancing and the music stopped. Everyone was staring at Nate Jacobs pointing at a girl Brooke had never seen before.

"Does anybody know who the fuck this is? Does anybody know who the fuck Jules is?" Nate yelled again, while everyone stood awkwardly, but silent. He walked away from the girl and towards the crowd of people around him and started pointing at someone "Anyone at all. You. Do you know who the fuck Jules is?" He turned around and started walking back towards her. Continuing their previous conversation, Brooke couldn't hear because she was too far away.

Nate started getting in the girl's face which obviously upset her before he yelled again "Yo is anybody here, friends with Jules? Anyone? Does anyone know who the fuck this bitch is?"

He got quiet again, waiting for someone to speak before yelling louder. "Somebody better speak up or this bitch is gonna get fucked up!" The girl, seemingly tired of Nate being an asshole to her, grabbed a knife

"Oh shit.." Brooke mumbled while Sienna hummed in agreement to her reaction. Nate walked backwards away from the girl, as if he was retreating from a bear. "You wanna fucking hurt me!?" She yelled, walking towards him. "No! I was fucking kidding!" He yelled, trying to calm her down, which obviously in this case, wouldn't work. "Back the fuck up! What the fuck is your problem?!" She yelled, getting him against a cabinet with a scared look as he eyed the knife in her hand. "Put the fucking knife down okay- It was a joke-" He scrambled, trying to find the right words.

"You wanna fucking hurt me!?" "No no no-" Nate mumbled, still eyeing the knife. "You have no fucking idea." She said, slicing her wrist after. Brooke gasped like everyone else and looked at Sienna, who was just shaking her head, at a loss for words.

"I'm fucking invincible!" Jules said, with her hand raised up, walking over to Nate and putting her blood on his shoulder. She backed up from Nate, putting her arm down and shouted, "By the way, I'm Jules. I just moved here!" She said, smiling and walking out the kitchen,

The music started back up and everyone continued dancing. Brooke nodded slowly, finding the new girl cool but somewhat weird. She then  turned to Sienna, who was already looking at her. "Okay then.." Sienna mumbled over the music. "The fuck just happened" Sienna shrugged in confusion

WC: 1946

I haven't posted on here in so long but I hope u enjoyed LMAO

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Chapter 24

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none!

Words: 3280

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You and the packalpha rested for a few good minutes. Listening to Namjoon's heartbeat settled you, and you felt content and comforted, the man's hands gently running up and down your back.

The peacefulness was soon taken away, though, with Taehyung walking over. The alpha couldn't help but coo at how soft you looked, gently wrapped up against his packmate.

„When do we have to leave hyung-?” He asked, his fingers combing through your hair gently. After the many years of constant stress they had gone through, the pack cherished deeply the calm and slow mornings.

While it wasn't a truly usual thing for them, with you now around for the alphas to take care of, the packmembers wanted to keep it like this forever.

Resting with you in their den, waking up late to have a lazy breakfast only to go back to the comforting cuddles they shared right after—it was like heaven for the touch starved alphas.

Namjoon sighed, sitting up with you still tightly latched onto his chest, his arms hugging you just as close back.

He fished out his phone from his jean pocket, the small, foldable device showing that it was just about 6:47.

„We should be in the car at 7:15 at the latest.” The alpha said, his voice quite rough. He was tired, even after the unusually long sleep.

Sighing, the younger alpha stood back up—he wanted to go with his younger packmate to see the new coffee bar.

Even if he wasn't a true fan of the bavarage, Jungkook wouldn't stop talking about the atmosphere the shop had, and he had just about enough, wanting to check it out himself.

But since neither of them was ready yet and the youngest practically just rolled out of bed, more tired and sleepy after having you to warm up during the night, they would have to go a different day.

That was okay. He wanted to take you with him anyway. The alpha wished to see all the different pastries you liked and remember all your drink preferences. It was important for them.

Mumbling out an okay, Tae shuffled up the stairs to his room, having to dress up for seeing his managers, and they would probably have to record a few things today too.

„Sweetheart, let's go get ready now, okay?” Namjoon whispered gently in your ear, his voice softer and quieter to not startle you.

He wouldn't be surprised if you were asleep, considering how your eyes have been closed for a few minutes. Your lips popped open as you breathed in his scent, resting against his chest and collarbone.

You whined softly, but after he helped you sit back up straight, you just yawned before you made your way upstairs again. You still had to shower and get ready.

With the packmembers slowly walking around the house, tiredly placing their wallets and keys in their bags and pockets, making sure to bring all the required documents, suddenly, the doorbell rang.

You had just walked downstairs; your hair was a little bit damp, even though you tried to blow-dry it. The clothes you wore were simple. Taehyung came around to help you choose after he saw you struggle from walking past the room.

With his words calm and gentle, the alpha helped you choose an outfit stylish and simple enough, making sure you would look put together and would make a great impression.

A grey oversized cardigan with a white lower collar turtleneck underneath and a simple pair of loose-fitting black knit ribbed trousers satisfied the fashionista.

Telling you that he would be downstairs in a beat, you thanked him softly, a warm hug was shared between the two of you. And so you walked downstairs when you heard the doorbell.

And suddenly, no one was really around.

It wasn't your place to open the doors, as you were only just being courted, and you weren't sure if it was nice of you to act as if you truly lived here, even though you had practically started to move into the house.

Still, you shuffled over to the doors, the faintest smell coming through, noting the stranger.

You went to reach for the handle, only to have yourself pulled back by gentle and warm hands taking hold of yours. Bending down to look you in the eyes, the man sighed out.

„Sunny, don't open the doors for strangers on your own like that, baby; it could be dangerous. You don't know who is behind them!” Hobi stressed, his hands wrapping around your cheeks.

A soft hum left you as you grasped tighter on his fingers. „We will talk about it later, okay?” He said gently, sighing before pulling you behind himself as he unlocked the doors.

It was no one else but a pair of police officers. They wore their dark navy blue uniforms, smiling politely at Hoseok when he appeared.

„Good morning, we are a part of the police department; are you from a pack legally protected by Kim Namjoon?” The older man asked, his eyebrows bushy and a seemingly tired look in his eyes.

The younger officer seemed a bit more alert, and just from their smells, you could tell the older was a beta while the younger was an alpha.

To be honest, you never knew a beta could even be a police officer, but you never looked too deeply into the topic either.

„Yes, sir, I'm Jung Hoseok; my pack name is Kim Hoseok.” Hobi answered truthfully, not having to worry about much.

„Alright, thank you. Is your packalpha currently around?” He continued, obviously remembering the usual speech regarding such issues.

The alpha once again nodded, telling them that he would go get him. Pulling you next to himself, Hobi gently placed you onto the sofa, his lips brushing up against your forehead.

„Wait here, sunny bub. Alpha will be right back. Don't worry about anything; everything is going to be okay.” He whispered, gently smiling at you. You nodded a little bit, trusting the man.

Calling out for his younger packmate, Hoseok brought the man over soon. You didn't hear much of the conversation after he led him to the entrance; the packalpha was just finishing brushing his teeth.

With the pack members lingering all around the house, it didn't take long until someone noticed you sitting on the couch. It was Jimin who came over first; the alpha was too excited to give up on any chances for cuddles.

„Princess? What's up?” He asked softly, his fingers brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. You reached up for the man, making him chuckle softly.

„Aigoo...of course, come here, princess.” He whispered softly. Only now did he notice the two unknown scents in the house, his head shooting up from gently resting over yours, the man's arms wrapping around you tighter.

The two police officers soon emerged again, only casting you two a quick glance, Namjoon leading them towards the dining table with Hoseok in suit.

„That's the omega?” The younger person asked, motioning towards you. Jimin, seemingly in response, only held you tighter, a small scowl appearing.

He didn't have to be worried or anything like that; the policemen wouldn't mean any actual disrespect or harm, but they were still strangers.

„Yes, my pack is currently courting her, so I can only imagine you understand the severity of the situation.” Namjoon answered, his voice levelled and calm, seemingly going into his normal packalpha mode.

„Of course.” The only response received was the light sound of chairs screeching as they took a seat. You couldn't hear everything, with the alpha holding you and turning on the TV as if to cancel the noise.

It was easy to get on his part, not wanting you to stress or worry about this. Your classmates were fine after all, and even if they wouldn't be, he could only imagine how you were after putting up with their behaviour for the past years.

„Thank you, Mr. Kim. My name is Xiao Lin, and this is my junior, Nae Dong-Yu. We are from the pack affairs department and would like to discuss the incident that occurred recently involving your pack and a group of two individuals.

Please understand that the purpose of this conversation is to gather information and ensure a comprehensive understanding of the events. You have the right to remain silent, but we encourage your full cooperation to establish the facts. Do you understand?”

Namjoon was calm. He didn't go through more serious legal situations too often, but even just establishing and maintaining the pack was quite the work.

Every year, all the documents were required to be updated for any sudden changes, regarding pretty much anything.

Those were always quite a worry to return in time, but with Yoongi's and Jin's help, they always managed.

„Yes, Officer Xiao. I understand, and I am willing to cooperate fully.” The packalpha answered, keeping in mind not to let his scent cloud up in worry. You would notice, and he didn't want you to stress.

„We appreciate your cooperation. To begin, please provide us with your account of the incident. We have been informed that the altercation took place as a response to alleged bullying towards your courted omega. Can you provide us with a detailed description of the events?”

„Of course. Yesterday, during a phone call with my older packmate, my omega revealed to the pack and me that she has been subjected to repeated bullying and harassment by the two individuals involved in this incident. The bullying had reached an intolerable level, causing significant distress to our omega, and she has almost entered an omega drop. Concerned for her wellbeing, myself and five others felt compelled to take action to prevent further harm.”

„Thank you for sharing your perspective. Can you clarify the specific actions that were taken by you and the other individuals?” The younger man asked, the conversation being recorded on a small dictaphone. They would have to file a report later.

„We confronted the two individuals and attempted to reason with them, asking them to cease their bullying behaviour. However, the situation quickly escalated into a physical confrontation, as they became aggressive and refused to back down. In an effort to protect our omega from further harm, we used proportional force to subdue the attackers and ensure her safety.”

„I see. Could you elaborate on your understanding of the legal aspects related to self-defence in this situation?”

„As far as I know, under Korean law, individuals are allowed to take necessary precautions to protect themselves or their packmates from imminent harm. In this case, our response was motivated by the intention to prevent further harm and ensure the safety of our courted omega. We did not initiate the confrontation but rather responded to the aggression directed towards us and her.”

„Okay, thank you for sharing your perspective on the matter. We will also gather statements from the other individuals involved to gain a comprehensive understanding of the incident. Our primary goal is to ascertain the facts and ensure a fair investigation. Is there anything else you would like to add or clarify at this stage?”

„No, Officer. I believe I have provided an accurate representation of the events. If there is any additional information required, I am more than willing to cooperate further.”

„We appreciate your cooperation and will consider the information you have provided. Please be assured that an impartial investigation will be conducted to establish a clear understanding of the incident. If we require any further assistance from you or your pack's omega, we will contact you.”

„Thank you, sirs. I appreciate your attention to this matter and look forward to a fair resolution.”

While you didn't get to hear everything, from the tones of voices, you understood that the matter was mostly resolved calmly.

The policemen didn't stay for much longer, only checking over the documents provided by the packalpha. They asked for your name too, and after you shyly handed them your ID to look over, the men soon left.

Sighing out, Namjoon closed the doors again, looking at his expensive watch. It was much later than when he wanted to leave. Calling out for all the pack members to truly start going to the car, he knew already that they were about to be pretty late.

„Come on, my princess. Let's go now.” Jimin whispered softly to you, switching off the TV. He picked you up in his arms, smiling widely at the drowsy look you still adored.

Placing you on the ground at the entrance, a few of the alphas were also lacing up their boots. Kneeling on one knee before you, Jimin reached for the new pair they had bought you yesterday, your soft gasp making him smile widely.

„Oppa, you don't have to buy me a-" You didn't get to finish the sentence; the man was already softly shushing you, his eyes shooting up to meet yours for a millisecond.

„Alpha loves to spoil his most precious, okay?” He said calmly, his hand holding your smaller one for a little moment before he got back to lacing up the fluffy beige and brown boots.

To be truthful, when you looked down at them, you thought you might have just fallen in love; they reminded you of soft, fluffy paws. They felt nice; the fabric was soft and warm, much better than the shoes you had before.

After helping you pull on a pufferjacket from Dior, the soft off white simple but sleek, Jimin made quick work getting ready himself.

The other alphas didn't waste much time; Yoongi, the one waiting at the open doors, softly commanded you to come along. When you hesitated, looking back at the alpha, the older man could only smile gently.

„It's okay, Kitty; he will come to the car soon; don't worry. Let's go now. Hold my hand, sweet baby.” He pulled you along, his hand tightly grasping yours.

It was snowing again; the snow from the previous days had now frozen over during the short period; no snowflakes had broken.

And so, making sure you wouldn't fall on the slippery ice, the second eldest held your hand tight and secure. Truly, he only wanted to hold you to himself for a little bit longer, and with how cold it was, the air felt like daggers on any of his exposed skin.

It must feel twice as bad for you, he concluded, and he therefore decided that keeping you comfortable and warm for the day would be his goal.

Pulling the doors for the two of you open, Hobi smiled softly at you. „You can sit here, sunshine; I saved the warmest sp-” His gentle voice was interrupted by a loud gasp, followed by a series of questions.

You slipped a bit when you went to step up into the vehicle. Yoongi was now gone as he went to the other side.

Luckily, warm hands grasped you at your waist, lifting you up into the vehicle as your legs went limp. „Careful there, precious. Are you okay?”

„Oh my gosh, sunny!” Hoseok proclaimed loudly, his hands going right to your cheeks and his eyes looking all over your body, checking if you were hurt.

You smiled softly, giggling a little bit. „It's okay, thank you, Minnie.” You said softly, Hobi was already pulling you closer to himself as he buckled you in. 

The alpha felt his heart flutter a little at the sweet nickname you used for him. He liked how it sounded coming from your soft lips, much better than from anyone else's.

Not resisting the urge, he stepped up and leaned over to you, his lips brushing against your temple in a sweet peck. Your cheeks flared up, and he smiled wider at it.

Climbing to the back of the car, he took a seat himself. With Yoongi combing your hair back with his fingers gently, you all sat back, Jin starting the car, the vehicle rumbling. It was already almost 8, and they were meant to be at Hybe by 7:40.

The packalpha had already messaged their managers, letting them know that they were running a little bit late. He was prepared to receive an earful, though.

„What should we listen to today, pup?” He asked, the Spotify app once again opened. Turning in his seat to look at you, Namjoon couldn't help but coo loudly at how you looked.

Bundled up in the oversized puffer jacket, your chin was tucked away in the collar, but that wasn't everything. A thicker, cosy-looking black blanket was draped over you, and Namjoon recognised it well enough.

It was Yoongi's; the alpha was always sleeping with it. He asked him about it, noticing how much of a comfort object it was for him, but even then he didn't reveal why he brought it so close to his heart.

It was only a few years later that Namjoon realised the true reason. As a part of the spring festival, Yoongi's family allowed their pack to stay at their house for a prolonged weekend.

It was quite meaningful; the family wasn't always supportive of the alpha's decisions, and so it brought a sense of final acceptance.

One evening, Jungkook and Taehyung found a thick photo album, giggling and snorting at the different captured moments loudly in the living room.

He noticed, coming over to see what was so funny after they hadn't stopped laughing after over 15 minutes—only to discover them sitting on the floor, the many albums sprawled out around them.

Namjoon scolded them that night, disappointed a little that they would penetrate their older packmate's privacy so easily like that, but couldn't help but notice a picture himself.

It was an older photo, taken when Yoongi and his older brother were still quite young. But what the younger boy held, Namjoon recognised right away.

A still-wrapped-up, dark, fluffy blanket, his older brother looking over his shoulder while the yoong boy sat next to the birthday cake, the candles lit up, showing the number 9.

It was a gift from his brother, and once Yoongi moved from his family's pack later on in his life, he brought it with himself.

While the man didn't have that good of a relationship with his family, Namjoon understood that even without his words, he showed love well through his sweet actions.

And seeing you, tightly bundled up within the soft fabric, the alpha's hand holding yours while he looked at his phone, his thumb gently running over your knuckles from time to time, the packalpha realised how much closer than he originally thought you were to their hearts, his eyes soft for you.

„n-not sure...” You mumbled. You knew a lot of music you enjoyed, but after all, they were musicians themselves, and that meant they probably would value your opinions a lot and take them seriously.

„It's okay, peaches. How about we play the radio instead? That way, you don't have to worry about choosing cub." The eldest said, his eyes not leaving the road for a second.

You nodded hesitatingly, not sure. The radio stations you knew were all mostly very energetic, obviously meant to keep any tired drivers alert, but you never truly liked those.

„Okay oppa.” You whispered, your fingers tightening over Yoongi's. The alpha was quick to notice, looking up from the screen at you.

Cooing loudly at you, he couldn't help himself, leaning over, his lips brushing up against your forehead. He let his rest against yours for a second, both of you breathing in the scents you each carried.

„Doing so well, kitty. You're doing so well for your alphas, my baby kitten.” He whispered softly near your ear, his lips brushing against your forehead again, the gummy smile he adored warming you up from inside.

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Moneymakers, pt.li // Risk

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Conrad jolts awake when the door he’s propped up against pops open, sliding away from him. He leans sideways until the cuffs grate harshly against bruises, letting out a groan. Left and right are hard to differentiate as Davin crouches down next to him, looking uncharacteristically exhausted.

“Shit took a turn, hm? Sorry to keep you waiting.”

As if Conrad has a clue how long it’s been. He finds it hard not to grimace when Davin brings the knife to his hands, even if he knows it’s just to cut the zip ties. His voice is still distant, rough. “Is he…?”

“Renee?”

Conrad nods.

Davin shrugs a shoulder. “He’s still got most of his organs. Decent start, all things considered.”

Once the ties are cut, he unlocks the cuffs, one after the other. Pocketing steel as he turns Conrad’s hands over to gauge the abrasions in his skin. Whatever heat remained in the car is quick to seep out, making the air icy. Davin ushers him forward, and he follows along with sluggish, unsteady movements, finds himself already exhausted by the time he swings his legs out the door.

“Do you think you can walk? We’re not in a rush this time.”

Conrad shakes his head, blinking hazily at the concrete floor.

Maybe it’s obvious, because Davin pauses to look at him, then touches his cheek and forehead with a hand that feels painfully cold. A line appears by his nose when he shakes his head. “It just keeps getting better.”

The garage is foreign, but it connects to a narrow hallway he vaguely recognizes. It’s a colorful home, almost cozy if you disregard the strong smell of disinfectant hanging in the air. Pain is constant in Davin’s arms, something Conrad has to bite to avoid making noises about – the arm pressing into the bruises on his back makes it hard to breathe, or think.

He doesn’t get more than a glimpse of the first room, but it imprints itself in his mind. All spent tissues, thin metal tools discarded, clear tubes hanging disconnected from IV stands. There’s blood on the floor. A lot of it, or maybe it just looks like that because shoeprints have smeared it around. It looks like something horrific happened, but Davin doesn’t even pause. Instead he silently pushes the second door open with his back

Conrad’s eyes are drawn by memory to the wallpapers first, thin vertical stripes of red, white and yellow. A bed lines either side of the room: one he remembers lying in, while the other isn’t more than a mattress on a foldable frame, a couple feet closer to the ground than the other.

Renee is lying on his back, unconscious and naked apart from a cloth that covers his crotch. Part of his face is obscured by blue plastic connecting the hose of a machine to a thick tube that disappears between his teeth. An IV in his left hand and the crook of the elbow, sticky pads on his chest, an armband of gray nylon, and a clamp on his finger all connect wires to different devices held by . A set of clear tubes have been sewn into the skin of his stomach, draining blood into two bottles at his side. Apart from bruising, old and new, those are the only visible injuries on his abdomen; the rest is covered with white gauze, folded and taped down on an area that covers far more than the wound Conrad saw in the car.

A man stands leaning over one of Renee’s hands, dark fingers carefully running over one side of his palm, feeling out the bones underneath. His profile is vaguely familiar, as is the diligence in the way he moves. He doesn’t look up when Davin carries Conrad to the opposite bed, just nods in the direction of one of the displays. “Already fighting the vent, though I don’t reckon he’ll be back until tonight.”

Davin sighs. “Late shift, hm?”

“Should’ve timed it better,” the man chuckles.

The mattress is thin enough that Conrad feels the springs underneath. The smell of detergent blooms from the covers. As he gets settled, body aching, he draws his legs up, wrapping his hands around his ankles.

His focus is drawn to Renee compulsively, deadlocked.

The mechanical, even rise and fall of his chest, the stillness of his face, not just unnatural for him, but unnatural, period. His hand isn’t clenched or shaking, but is instead limply steered by the man lining up a fracture. No sign of pain even at that. No grin, no sneer, no frown. Just closed eyes and pale, scratched skin. Someone must’ve cleaned him up, but missed a spot behind his ear, a patch of either dirt or dried blood about the size of a quarter.

It doesn’t feel fair to picture him as a ticking bomb threatening to explode the moment he goes back to normal, even if Conrad can’t shake that feeling. Renee doesn’t look like a torturer right now. He just looks injured, and it messes with Conrad’s head, like a tapestry flipped to expose the knots that allow it to be.

Davin taps his shoulder with a glass of water. His other hand is cupped, obscuring its contents.

“Wh…?”

“Painkillers,” Davin says. “If you want them, anyway.”

Conrad is still for a moment before he reaches out, letting Davin pour the pills into his cupped hand. He tilts them all into his mouth in one go, taking the glass as the film begins to dissolve. He drinks all of it, although it doesn’t fully wash away the bitter taste.

The dark-skinned man has turned to watch him. He hesitates before offering a careful smile. “Do you remember me?”

Conrad moves his tongue in his mouth, eyes faltering to the ground. “I don’t remember your name.”

“That’s alright. I’m Shaun.”

He shifts. Different thoughts float around his head, things he might’ve said if he weren’t too fatigued to make an attempt at confrontation. Instead he murmurs out a half-hearted, “Okay,” and leaves it at that.

Shaun doesn’t ask his name in return. He doesn’t say anything, in fact, just nods and eventually returns to strapping two of Renee’s fingers to a splint. 

The silence resettles. Davin sinks into a chair by the wall, sitting for a long time with his elbows on his knees as if thinking, before he leans back, head against the wall, closing his eyes. Quietly, Shaun works on lesser injuries, a couple lacerations here and there too deep to leave alone.

And Conrad watches that perfectly even rate of each inhale and exhale, listens to the rhythmic hiss of the machine pushing air into paralyzed lungs.

It has occurred to him that Renee might’ve been broken long before that first night, but being presented with it this brazenly following another night of terror at his hands is nauseating in a way he can’t fully put words to. It’s cosmic. It expands beyond everything that has happened between the two of them, touches at some universal fact Conrad isn’t entirely sure he has the stomach to grapple with. That maybe the only thing separating their suffering is the degree of complicity.

Maybe the only real question is how far back one could trace Renee’s self-destruction, how many lies he might conceivably have told himself before the cracks began to form.

Closed eyes, mechanical breathing.

In the beginning, Renee would order him to beg – only to lash out in anger whenever he finally did.

Conrad feels faint.

He’s been so wrapped up in the spiral of thoughts that he hasn’t noticed a third person entering the room. A woman has walked past Davin to a low side table near the foot of Renee’s bed. Her back is turned as she filters through a basket of different vials in search of something specific, tight curls wrapped in a low ponytail, a beige cardigan swaying when she moves.

Something happens when she turns around, and Conrad’s only warning is the subtly sharp look Davin has levelled at her. She lets out a small gasp when her gaze locks with Conrad’s.

“Oh, dear,” she breathes.

From Renee’s side, Shaun reaches out as if to stop her, but she has already crossed the room, crouching down in front of Conrad. He catches the silent grimace on Shaun’s face when he closes his hand around empty air.

“I didn’t know we had someone else coming in,” the woman murmurs. Conrad stiffens when she brushes a curl from his forehead, taking in the injuries to his face. “You poor thing, you look so sad. What h—��

When she takes his hand, he instinctively reels back a little, and it makes her look. He follows her gaze to nail beds that have calloused in the absence, and the scar on the back of his hand that dips in. Half hidden by his sleeve are the abrasions on his wrists, scabs formed across the thin skin. Weeks of metal wearing it down.

“Imani,” Shaun says gently.

Conrad mirrors the woman’s wide eyes, the same uncertainty. She looks up, and this time, she tilts his head to get a better look at the side of his face that isn’t bruised and swollen. Lips parted, she takes a deep breath, as if steeling herself. “Shaun, this is the boy they’ve been talking about.”

Picking dirt from his nails, Davin glances up without raising his head. “Who?”

Imani braces a hand on the mattress to look over her shoulder. “How is he here?” she asks. “Why in the world would he be with you?”

Davin narrows his eyes. “I’m not sure I understand the question.”

“Are you toying with me?” She lets out an incredulous breath. With a light squeeze to Conrad’s hand, she gets to her feet to face Davin, crossing her arms. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He snorts. “What happened to client discretion, hm?”

“You’re more than a client and you know it,” she says, voice low, but there’s a hint of frustration in it now.

Maybe Conrad is reading too much into it, but she stands between him and Davin with her feet apart, like a barrier, a shield, and it makes his throat tighten.

“Don’t you dare act like I’m being unreasonable, Kit. Answer my question.”

“Imani,” Shaun says again.

“No, look at him!” she hisses. “Look at him, Shaun, look at his hands. Don’t tell me you can’t see what that is.”

Through a vision rapidly blurring, Conrad can discern the accusatory note not just in her voice, but in the way she gestures – pointing, feet apart, chin up.

“Was he here the last time? Did you know?”

Shaun winces. “Imani, we can’t.”

Shaking her head, Imani rubs her shoulder. She nods at Renee’s bed. “Is he involved in it, too?”

As the first trace of wetness rolls down Conrad’s face, he shudders. He can barely breathe, let alone squeeze words out without his voice breaking. It’s barely audible, even to himself. “H-he—”

“Maybe you’re right.”

Davin speaks up evenly, catching Imani’s gaze as her attention snaps back to him.

“That I’m not just a client, I mean. If that’s the case, all I can ask is for you to trust me to the same extent I trusted you and your husband by coming here. Twice, in his case. You share some risk simply by us being here, and I’m sorry to have put you in this situation, but my partner was dying, and I had nowhere else to go.” His eyes drift toward Conrad, as if by chance, before his focus returns to Imani and his tone drops. “This is just not the sort of thing you want to insert yourself into.”

As Conrad grits his teeth to suppress a whine, Imani shakes her head again, slower this time. “Are you behind this? Did you…?”

“I’m not going to answer your questions, Imani.”

Shaun clears his throat, carefully putting his hand on her shoulder. “Maybe it’s a good idea if you and I talked in private,” he mutters low.

She takes a deep breath, still looking at Davin. “I can’t just leave him with you if I don’t know...”

“I understand your concern,” Davin says. “I do, trust me. If it’s any consolation, his torturer is currently incapacitated.”

Imani’s shoulders drop. She looks at Renee’s bed again. Hesitates, perhaps having the same trouble visualizing his unconscious body as anything but wounded, in the same way Conrad just did.

He’s struggling to stay present again, fighting the draw of feeling nothing. The room slips in and out of focus.

“C’mon, honey, he’s upset. We’ll talk, alright?”

As Shaun gently guides his wife toward the door, the word wait tries to push its way past Conrad’s throat, but all that comes out is a low huff. He uncoils himself, leaning toward them, hands clawing at the bedsheets.

Imani says something, but he doesn’t hear it.

“Please, wait—”

The door is already closing when he finally manages to breathe the words out, and the only person who hears it is Davin.

Despite his captor’s lack of expression, when their eyes meet across the room, the meaning is clear.

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Pick Me Up

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: sickfic, fluff, some coarse language

In which reader doesn’t feel well and ends up sending a text to Capri, ‘Can you come pick me up?’

The clouds hung low and heavy in the sky above, you squint while looking up at how your surroundings slowly seemed to grow darker. Soon, you were joining the rest of the students who've chosen to have lunch outside in the courtyard, heading back into the school building. Sitting at a bench outside the library, you put down your cling-wrapped sandwich and put on your sweater before you carried on eating your lunch. Thunder began to roar in the distance, and the temperature began to drop too. Swallowing a mouthful of the now-mushy sandwich, you winced in pain because of your throat. You put it back down and took your water bottle out from your backpack to get a drink of water.

A headache was beginning to wrap around your head, making it feel heavy almost immediately. You sniffled, pinching your temple with your eyes screwed shut. Your phone lights up with a notification for some long-forgotten game you had your phone, but you caught the time too: 12:16p.m. Since you and Capri went to different schools, the both of you had differing school hours. And today, she had a half day and finished at 12:25. The ache that your whole body was seemingly engulfed in has been becoming more prevalent since it started this morning and you were slowly but surely feeling worse and worse. You definitely could not sit through another four hours in a classroom feeling like this.

The typing indicator pops up almost immediately, it was as if she was expecting you to need her online.

You put your phone away and tried to finish your lunch. And you did, most of it— then, you chugged more water while you walked to the office to see the school nurse to make sure the school was aware that you didn’t just up and left for no reason. “Do you have anyone coming by to pick you up, y/n?” The nurse asks.

“I texted my girlfriend. She’s on her way here now.”

“Okay, that’s good. Just sit here to wait for her, alright? Do you want some water?”

You shook your head, “No, thanks.”

Capri popped into the nurse’s office at about 12:45 asking for you. “Right here, she’s likely just got a cold with a sore throat. Rest well, stay hydrated and you’ll be alright in a few days.”

“Thanks.” You croaked, Capri thanked her at the same time while grabbing your backpack for you and urging you to get up from the chair.

“Wait here, I’ll drive the car over.” Capri tells you, opening up the foldable umbrella in her hand to hold it over her head as she walked to her car in the parking lot.

Capri reaches over to open the door for you and you got in the seat in front with her. “Would you want me to turn the heat up a bit more?”

“No.” You muttered, leaning your head against the window. The ride back to your house was pretty much silent with the exception of the music playing softly through the speakers— you didn’t mind it, it actually gave you something to focus on in the meantime.

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She grabs your keys and unlocked the door. You walk in and headed upstairs without saying anything while Capri locked the front door and caught up with you. “Wanna take a shower, baby?” She asks, holding onto your wrist.

You nodded, licking your lips, “Yeah.”

“Go ahead.” She rubs your back, “I’ll get your clothes and towel ready for you.”

“Thanks.”

You waited until time the water was warm enough for your feverish body before you stepped in. Capri walks in a few minutes later, standing and leaning against the sink countertop. “You can wait outside, babe.”

“I just wanna make sure you’re not gonna…pass out.” She admits, “Do you want a chair?”

“No, I think I’ll be able to manage a few more minutes of standing up before I rot in bed for the rest of the afternoon.” You allowed yourself to chuckle but soon regretted it because it hurt your throat somewhat.

“Alright, I’ll be right outside if you need anything. I’ll leave the door open, is that okay?”

“Mhm.”

Once you were out of the shower, you couldn’t have dried yourself fast enough. But yet, you were still practically freezing your ass off. You rushed to get your clothes on because you were starting to shiver and you hated that.

“Did you have anything to eat for lunch?” Capri asks while you crawl under the covers and wrapped yourself into a literal cocoon.

“I ate most of my sandwich and drank my whole bottle of water.” You tell her.

Capri slips into the bathroom to get the thermometer from the cabinet behind the sink mirror. “Open your mouth.” She held it to your lips, you do as she said.

When it beeps, she took it out, “100.6. I’ll go grab the medicine.”

You didn’t say anything but just lay there, somehow just…near tears. You were oddly extra emotional when you were sick and you hated that about yourself. Capri returns with the fever reducer, lozenges for your throat and a glass of water. “Here.” She hands you the pill, “Take this and try to get some sleep, hm?” You put the pill into your mouth and took the glass from her, taking a gulp of the water to wash it down.

“That’s it.” Capri gives you a small smile, setting down the glass on the nightstand. “Does your stomach hurt?”

“No.”

“Okay, that’s good.” Capri smoothed her thumb over your knuckles, “Lie down, close your eyes.”

“Can you cuddle with me?” You managed to say. The girl couldn’t resist and simply complied, settling down in the spot next to you. Carefully, she wraps an arm around you and you naturally snuggled against her. “I’m sorry you don’t feel well, baby.” She presses a kiss to the top of your head. Your towel was draped over your shoulder since your hair was still damp.

You felt tears pricking at your eyes and they just started falling— no reason whatsoever. You didn’t even process what was going in and it just happens. Perhaps it was the headache, the fever, or the sore throat. Not to mention the full body aches that felt like you just got body slammed. Maybe, a combination of all of those…it just did felt terrible, all of the symptoms. You rarely fell sick and when you did, you could not get out of bed to save your life

“Hey.” She rubs your back, “Hey, look at me, baby.”

You don’t look at her, the tears seep into her shirt continuously but you hated letting her see you crying.

“y/n, it’s okay. You’re alright.” She says quietly, her hand still rubbing soothing circles on your back. Admittedly, she cringes at how warm you felt under her touch. “Hey, you’re alright. Okay, I’m going to be right here to look after you.”

She knows that you didn’t know why you were crying, but she knows you must feel terrible. You eventually calm down and gave in to the sleepiness, lulled to sleep by her rubbing your back and pressing occasional kisses to your hair.

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When you woke up that evening, you were laid down flat on the mattress. Capri was likely out in the kitchen since you heard some movement and clattering. Unwillingly, you got out of bed and went to use the restroom. Feeling restless that you’d been in bed all afternoon, you made yourself walk around the room for a minute.

“Hey, you’re up.” She stops at the door, “I’m making dinner in a bit. What do you want?”

“I don’t feel like eating.”

“You have to, y/n. Otherwise the meds will hurt your stomach when you take another dose.” She walks inside, standing before you and holding onto your cold, clammy hands.

You cleared your throat and sat down, “I dunno— peanut butter toast, maybe? And some tea? I had to get my sandwich to turn to mush at lunch with water before I could swallow it.”

“That’s okay, I got you.” She brushes the hair out of your face, caressing your cheek, “As long as you eat something, I’m good. Come on, let’s get you downstairs for awhile. Maybe you could watch some TV. Oh! Um, take a lozenge first— it’ll help ease the pain before you eat.”

You follow her lead, settling down on the couch. She hands you the remote then headed for the kitchen to prepare your dinner and her own after that. Thanks to the medication, you were feeling a little better and more clearheaded than earlier. But of course, you needed to take another dose to keep the fever broken.

She sits with you as usual and you two ate in comfortable silence while watching a favourite movie of yours. “Ready for meds?” She asks, studying your face.

“Sure.” You answered, laying down once she got up to clear the dishes. “I hate being sick.”

“I get that, baby. But it happens.” She glances at you before washing up the dishes and putting them on the rack. “I don’t know why I cried.”

“That’s okay. It must feel terrible, I get it.” Capri assured, walking back to you with the water and same medicine.

“Weren’t you supposed to go out with Darby and the girls to the arcade?” You recalled, “Oh, my God.”

“I rescheduled.” Capri says, We see each other all the time, babe. Don’t worry, they say ‘get well soon’.”

You smiled lightly, a sigh falling from your lips. “I’m cold.”

“I’ll go turn the heat up more.” She did that and swiftly came back, “Do you want another blanket?”

“No.” You mumble, grabbing the pill and glass of water. Next, you were clinging onto her again, refusing to let her go anywhere. And she didn’t want you to cry so she was waiting till the next dose kicked in before she even got up to charge her phone. And even then, you still wanted her cuddles— that’s one thing she loved about this. You were very clingy and cuddly, always wanting her affection whenever you were under the weather and she would always give whatever you wanted to you, to pamper you and make you feel better.

“I’m right here, angel.” She chuckles, arm around you tightening a little bit, “Not gonna go anywhere. I’m all yours.”

You chuckle, tracing silly squiggles on her chest, “Thank you. For taking care of me.”

“Of course, baby. I love you.” She answered wholeheartedly, stroking your hair before planting a tender kiss onto it, “Always.”

A smile creeps onto your face at her words, “I love you, too.”

Capri kisses you on the top of your head again, “You’re the sweetest.” As a response, you nuzzled closer to her. It felt so very nice to have this extra warmth from her since this fever was making you feel like you were trapped in a freezer. God, you hoped the meds would kick in soon. “Another movie?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“Which one?”

“Moana.”

“Sure.” Capri grins, scrolling through the page to find it then pressing play.

“Thank you.” You said, “Will you stay the night, please?”

“Already planning to, angel.” She promised, “You don’t even have to ask.”

You two let out little chuckles at funny moments and she comments on them here and there, but it was still overall a calm and quiet rest of the evening. Towards the end of the film, Capri realised that you’ve fallen asleep so she turned the TV off. You were then carried back upstairs to your room, stirring in your sleep when you felt the movement— your arms looped around her neck naturally.

Thankfully, the covers were pulled down so she could just put you down and then cover you up with no issues. “Good night, my girl.” She kisses your forehead softly, “Sleep tight. I hope you feel better tomorrow.”

“mm…” You mumble, stirring in your slumber while she climbs into bed with you. You easily found her — in your sleep, and was snuggled up with her once again. “Night…”

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Hello! Its Zhan! A sick fic of Hanjin today! I hope you like thisss, enjoy!

You were in the comfort of your home flipping your cook book, enjoying the peaceful morning when suddenly you got a call from Dohoon. “Hello Dohoon-oppa?”

“Hey y/n! Hanjin didnt want me to tell you but he’s feeling sick right now and he doesnt want to come out of his bedroom to eat or even take meds. Can you come to the dorms and talk to him?”

“Oh! Of course! Ill be there in the evening, im currently busy right now.”

“Alright, take your time. But dont bring a feast here!”

“Dont worry I wont.” You hang up the call and look through your fridge. “Hmm maybe Chinese Chicken Herbal Soup could work.” You start to gather all the ingredients and start cooking.

After 3 hours or so, you finally finish and pack it in a lunch box. You dial Dohoon’s number again. “Hey, so I just finish, ill be there in 20 okay?”

“Alright, you know the passcode right? Just come in.” You hum and start walking to the TWS dorms. Luckily it was a 15 minute car ride there, so you didnt need to rush.

Once entering the dorm, you greeted Dohoon and went straight to Hanjin’s bedroom. There you saw your boyfriend, brows furrowing while sleeping on his stomach. You tch at the sight, placing the lunchbox down and going to the bathroom to get a cold towel with a bucket. You sat close to the bed and gently flip his body into a more comfortable position. The shifting woke him up and he sees you. “Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“Sshh,” you shush squeezing the excess water in the towel and placing it on his forehead. “Taking care of you obviously, how are you feeling?”

“Awfulllll,” He groan, you cup his cheek and he held your hand. “You shouldn’t be here, you’ll get sick.”

“That doesnt matter right now, I brought some herbal chicken soup, do you want to eat it now or you want to take a nap?”

“Ill eat it now,” he smiles getting up. You carefully assisted him while placing the towel back to the cold bucket. You grab the foldable table under his bed and grab the lunchbox revealing the soup you cooked. You set it up and Hanjin just watches you. “Okay, here you go.” You said, but Hanjin just stare at the food.

“Are you okay? Do you need any help? Let me help.” You said grabbing the soup and take a spoonful of it. “Here,” you said after blowing. He chuckled at your action and swallow the soup. “Its delicious!” “Of course it is, I cook it.”

“No wonder, your always good at cooking.” You smiled back continuously feeding him the soup. In the last few scoops Hanjin stopped and cupped your cheek. “When did I get so lucky with you?” He teared up as you saddenly smile, feeling sympathy for your boyfriend who’s in a vulnerable state. “This is just a repayment for when I got sick before, and for all the love you give me everyday.”

“I love you Baobei,” he says. “Alright, finish up the soup.” You said to him, wiping his tears away and continue to feed him.

You tucked Hanjin to his bed as he lay comfortably. Before you could leave he hold your hand, “Can you.. sleep here with me?” You smiled and nodded getting on to the bed, you pulled Hanjin closer and he situated his head on your chest. “Thank you for taking care of me Baobei,”

“Anytime, I love you too.” You said before he drift off to sleep with a smile. You might not say it much but atleast you can show it to him how much you care for him.

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When The Lake Thawed Out: Chapter 5

Summary: In 1993, a young man goes missing near a lake in his hometown; the town heartbroken and having lost a spark in their lives. Now, after 30 years of unanswered questions, he comes home in one of the most intense heatwaves to ever hit the town of Little Franconia, seeing that things are the same and different. In this tale of discovery and family, watch as Joshua relearns the world around him and adjusts to the nuances of pop culture, technology, and generational rot.

Writer’s Whining: N/A

Warning(s): Angst.

Word Count: 2K+

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The night was silent and calm, a rare occurrence in the Kiszka household. Sam lay comfortably in his bed, hugging his pillow and hair splayed on it as if he were in a deep slumber. Jamie was in his bed, arms crossed under his head as he fell asleep in that position from jamming to music hours earlier.

Jacob was in bed, his leg propped up on a pillow and his arms on his stomach. He snored slightly, eyelids shut and eyeballs roaming underneath as if in search of something. That level of comfort would never be the same again.

His phone had rung from the nightstand, Jacob grunting and stirring in his sleep as his hand tried to search for his phone. With laziness, he picked his phone up and propped it on the pillow and answered. “Who is it?”

The voice on the phone had sounded panicked and excitable, to which Jacob had struggled to sit up on the bed and rubbed his eyes. “Wai-slow down, Daniel,” he says, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, “what do you mean…”

Within minutes, the sounds of clothes being found and hastily put on ensued. His shoes weren’t tied, but they were on to get to where he needed to be. He had dropped a lamp, the bulb breaking, to which Jake cursed himself and swept the mishap under the bed. The door soon opened to see a tired Sammy rubbing his eyes. “Dad, is everything okay?”

Jake halted his erratic behavior and spoke. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine, Mr. Wagner needs me to do something,” he said, putting his hair in a low ponytail. 

“Is it about Danny? Is he okay?” he asked, concerned. 

“No no no, don’t worry, go back to sleep,” Jake said to him, getting his things and stepping out the room. Sam saw the broken lampshade and how tired and frazzled his father was. Sam went back into the room and started to get dressed himself.

Jake was about to exit the house. His youngest was right behind him, “Sammy, what are you doing?”

“I’m coming with you; you’re too frazzled and can’t drive in the dark,” he said. Jake had groaned in frustration and had go in the passenger seat, Sam driving to the Wagner’s house. Jake was pensive as Sam drove, his eyes fixated outside and his fingers tapping on the door hand of the car. When Sam drove in front of the house, Jake trying to open the car door, but it was not yet able to yet. Sam unlocked the door, Jake jumping out the car, and limping, realizing that he did not have his cane. Sam had reached behind the passenger seat in the netted pouch and grabbed his father’s foldable cane, and brought it out to give it to him.

Jake banged on the door urgently, knocking on it. Sam had to calm him down. The door opened easily, Mrs. Wagner opening it. She had an arm full of clothes that needed washing. “Jake-” she said. 

“W-Where is he!” he said urgently, Mrs. Wagner taking him into the house along with Sam.

“Jacob, he's fine,,” Mrs. Wagner states, “but please, he looks out of it.”

Jake looked at the woman and then headed to the bedroom. “Mrs. Wagner… what’s going on?” Sam asked her, Mrs. Wagner’s hand on his shoulder.

“It’s… complicated,” she told her. 

“Where’s Danny?” he asked.

“In the basement, finding some old clothes,” she answered.

Mr. Daniel Wagner was in the guest bedroom, where he had a pitcher of cold water and a glass filled already. He looked at the young male, seeing how tired and worn he looked. The father of one himself had wet eyes, knowing how much this would have meant to his friend. The door opened behind him, a nervous Jake standing at the door's threshold.

“Is it him?” Jake asked. 

Mr. Wagner had moved out of the way so that Jake could get close to him. Jake had taken a shakey breath of air, the lump in his throat large as he saw him. He had sat on a chair and had scooted close, taking the male’s hand in his and rubbing it. His hands were identical to his… but they were not aged like his. His knuckles and his palm were soft and feathery.

He stirred in the bed, eyebrows furrowed and eyes clamping shut. “… mm”

Jake held his breath, waiting for him to say something to him. The older male had gone to touch his forehead, feeling how warm he was. “Say something…”

Chestnut eyes greeted the world, a bit dull but still had so much life in them. He scanned the room to see where he was, wondering how he ended up here. He soon met the other’s, his eyes filling up with a light of relief.

“Jakey…” he called him, a faint but overt smile on his face. Jacob soon hugged the male tightly, the other weakly hugging him and rubbing his back. Sobs left Jake as he was finally reunited with him. He was reunited with his twin. 

Josh.

Mr. Wagner had rubbed his eyes, trying to compose himself as well. Mrs. Wagner came with the old clothes. She saw the reunion and felt tears sitting on the brims of her eyes. Jake had pulled away, looking at Josh’s face. “You… haven’t aged… how’s this possible.”

“Jake, he’s tired,” Mr. Wagner said, his hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Can I stay the night?” Jake asked, “please…”

“Of course, you can,” Mr. Wagner allowed, rubbing his back. Sam and Daniel looked at each other briefly before looking at the scene before them.

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After some time had passed, Daniel and Sam sat at the kitchen table, a cup of tea for each of them. “How did he even find your house?” Sam asked him. 

“We never moved from here. This house was my dad’s growing up, so I guess he thought my dad was still here…” Daniel said, “it was so weird, seeing him though. He was out of it, but he thought I was my dad’…”

“You and your dad do look alike,” Sam said, “I’ve seen photos of him when he was a kid, you guys are twins.”

Daniel chuckled and rolled the cup of tea between his palms pensively, “still. Seeing your dad’s twin alive just like he was when he… you know. It has to be pretty weird. I mean, technically, that’s your uncle.”

“That is… if he is related to us,” Sam said, “I just find it weird. Like what if he’s one of those scammers for missing or dead family members and he’s just here to get money from us. Scammer do all that research just to get a couple bucks.”

“Well, he must be really good at memorizing things because when he was talking to mom. He told a whole story about how my dad and yours were in band class, and that your dad only was in band class to get with the ladies,” Daniel had chuckled. “My dad hadn’t laughed like that in ages,” he said to him. 

“Dad can finally be at peace now. This had eaten him up a lot since forever,” Sam emphasized. Sam had a good idea of who his uncle was; Jake described him as if he had seen him yesterday. It would be anything that reminds Jake of him. Jamie would grow tired over the course of the years, but Sammy listened.

Mr. and Mrs. Wagner had walked down the stairs, Mr. Wagner speaking to the boys. “Your dad is going to stay here for tonight. Daniel, if you can get the airbed from the basement that’ll be just great,” he said, Daniel starting to move.

“Oh, Mr. Wagner, that’s not necessary,” Sam pleaded, “I have to go back home; Jamie is still there; he doesn’t even know what’s happening.”

“Well… in that case,” Mr. Wagner said, looking at his son. “Danny, can you stay with the boys at their place tonight?”

“Sure,” Danny said, having rushed up his room to get his things.

“Let me text Jamie at least,” Sam said, getting his phone out and beginning to text Jamie, being left on sent. Danny had taken his father’s car and taken Sam back to the house, Sam’s face laced with worry. Daniel tried his best to lighten the mood, Sam smiling a little, but it faded. 

They had returned to the house, Sam and Danny heading up to the Kiszka’s room. The small lamp had turned on, but Danny was able to see the room. It was decorated with different jazz artist posters and other little trinkets. Danny found a photo of the two of them from when they were younger, picking it up and seeing their preteen faces.

Sam had grabbed some blankets and placed them on the bed when he saw Danny smiling at him. “That was so long ago… wasn’t it.”

“Yeah,” the other said, fingertips touching the picture, “let’s go to bed…”

“Literally just thinking that…” Sam agreed. Daniel had gotten into his pajamas and had entered Sam’s bed. Sam did the same but the opposite end. They fell quiet and eventually fell asleep.

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Chapter 1: The villain from hell

Series Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, Dick in pussy, quirk play from both parties, hurt/comfort, mentions of substance abuse, mentions of death and near-death experiences, creampie, facials, nasty talk, pet names, extreme trauma, OC is bilingual so she will be speaking Spanish, English, and some Japanese.

“Fuck this club up, Fuck this, fuck this club up (Fuck up), Fuck this club up, Fuck this, fuck this club up (Fuck up), Fuck this club up, Fuck this, fuck this club up (Fuck up), (ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire) Yeah” the alarm blasted loud by Nicki Minaj. Iman turned over to turn off her alarm.

“Fuck I don’t want to go to work,” Iman said as she rolled out of bed and turned off her alarm. Iman was a sidekick for Pro-Hero Endeavor. She graduated from UA and works as a sidekick at the Endeavor agency for about 2 years. It was a typical day. Iman had the day shift. Her shift was a long 6:30 AM to 4:00 PM. That’s a fucking long time if you ask me. Iman did her hygiene routine. That consisted of a long shower, skincare, and doing her hair. Iman was a black woman who was Afro-Latina. She had thick 4B curly hair with a sprinkle of grey hair, an hourglass shape, a face created by the heavens above, and the might of a samurai. She also had the mouth to back it up. Iman was the finest thing that God created, and she knew it but she was humbled. Iman grabbed her car keys and headed straight for the door.

In the car, she blasted Wu-Tang Clan C.R.E.A.M to help get her mind right for the day ahead. Who the fuck drives their car listening to Wu Tang Clan at 6:30 in the morning? Iman does that’s who. Pulling into the parking lot, she got out of the car, scanned her badge to enter the building, and then proceeded to go to her desk to do paperwork until it was time for her to do her patrol. At her desk, she responded to inquiries, made outbound calls to other heroes and sidekicks, and helped with training the recruits. As the late morning approached, Iman went to go and change into her hero costume and meet the recruits for training. Her hero costume was a sapphire-colored leotard, leg holsters for her fans with a knife (like Kitana from Mortal Kombat), a foldable sword that she keeps in one of her leg holsters, sapphire-colored combat boots, hair in a high messy curly bun, with her sapphire-colored mask that covers the lower half of her face. Hero name: Sapphire.

“Alright motherfuckers. Welcome to the hero biz. This is your training. Keep in mind that where we are about to enter is the training ground, which is not the gym. Everyone, please look over to the left.” Everyone looked to the left. “This is recovery girl. You might hear some people address her as Ms. Emma. If there are any serious injuries, please see her when training is finished. DO NOT USE YOUR QUIRKS TO THEIR FULL POTENTIAL. Do we understand the rules?”

A collective “yes Ma’am” was heard.

“Alright everyone, please follow me.” As Iman led them into the training facility.

“What area is this?” a recruit named Hellfire questioned.

“This is a training facility.”

Hellfire rolled his eyes. “If we are supposed to be training with no quirks, how come we are in an area of a replicated town that has been burned and destroyed?” he asked with a slight attitude. Iman replied.

“Because in hero biz, you will end up having to save people from ALL WALKS OF LIFE WHO DEPEND ON YOU TO SAVE THEM. Most of all, TEAMWORK dude. There will be times when you are called to help other Pro-heroes in different areas who have different quirks to save lives. HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT IS NECESSARY. Sometimes the villains that you fight are in different areas and DO NOT have quirks and you need to face them.” Iman stated. Hellfire and the other recruits just looked at you shook because they had just graduated from hero school and had probably never trained in hand-to-hand combat. “Any more questions?” Everyone was looking around. The silence was loud as fuck. People don’t always understand what they’re getting into with hero biz. It has its perks, and it also has its downside, but it is rewarding, nonetheless.

“Alright motherfuckers! Hellfire and Phantom please step forward.” They stepped forward. “Alright. I want a clean fight. Dig it? No funny shit. OK.”

“OK,” they said in unison.

“Alright. Fight!”

The match started and it instantly became bloody. Hellfire’s quirk is like Endeavor’s, but his flames are hotter. " Phantom’s quirk allows her to float in the air. The Phantom threw a blue ring of air out her fist at him and he dodged it. As he dodged, he activated his flames and threw a fireball at her, which hit her shoulder and ripped her costume. Iman interjected "HEY NO FUCKING QUIRKS" As she got up to block his net attack, he knocked her in her stomach with a fire fist, causing her to break down to her knees. Iman and the other sidekicks were looking at them crazy because this match was supposed to be hand to hand combat not quirk training. As she was kneeling in pain, he went to attack, and she disappeared. Everyone was shocked because they didn’t know what had just happened. She hit him with her special move, which allowed her to briefly go invisible. She kicked him in his back, and he went flying into the debris. She picked him up by the neck and threw him to the other side and debris flew everywhere. She stopped, kneeled to his level, and thumped him on his forehead.

“Cocksucker,” she said and walked off.

“And the winner is Phantom. I thought I said no quirks?”

Hellfire and Phantom looked at you. And turned their heads in shame.

"If you cannot listen, then yawl will have a horrible fucking time as sidekicks attempting to become heroes. These are people who are going to need us in a time of distress, and we have to listen to them. You cannot do a rescue mission and not listen to what the victim is telling you hurts. They could be telling you that the villain is still there but they're using you to draw em out. Fuckin pay attention. Got me?"

They looked at each other and uttered a collective " Yes Ma'am"

""Next two fighters. Step in the ring please. This time. Don't use any quirks. ok?"

The next contestants stepped forward. Soon as they were about to take their fighting stances the alarm rang. The alarm that went off is to let the agency know that there is a villain attack.

"Sapphire and Recovery Girl immediately report to Shibuya. Demon level threat"

Iman and Ms. Emma immediately sprang into action. Sapphire was already in her hero suit. On the way out the agency, she ran into her friend, Karly, who has a teleportation quirk.

"Hey Karly, can you teleport us to Shibuya?"

"Sure thing" And she teleported us to Shibuya. Soon as we got there it was a fucking train wreck. Debris everywhere, crumbling building, hurt civilians. A fucking mess. Sapphire ran straight to Endeavor when she saw him. He wasted no time in telling her what the Villain's quirk was. His quirk was mud making. Anything he touched would turn to mud. Heroes and police were struggling to get him to because everything he made turned to mud and they sank in the mud. Sapphire immediate activated her telekinesis and her foldable sword. She used her Telekinesis to throw her sword towards the villain and he threw mud and knocked her sword into a wall and caused it to dent. She wondered if she could get close enough for him to stop wreaking havoc. She used her fan to propel her towards the villain and again, he threw mud at her, and she flew. She flew so hard that it knocked her into the same building that her sword flew into and knocked the building down. Thankfully, there were no civilians inside because police and heroes had evacuated. Sapphire was having a hard time trying to bring this villain to justice when all of a sudden there was a loud explosion.

AN: Hey Lovelies. Finally got the first chapter out of this series. Don't know how long this series will last. Hope you enjoy.

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How do you write? Is there a certain set up you have to have? Do you need to drink a certain drink for certain moods? Mood lighting? Whats your set up!

Its nothing extravagant. I sit in an uncomfortable office chair with my laptop perched on a foldable like, mini food table and uncomfortably hunch over like a shrimp for hours while my ass falls asleep and my neck and back scream in agony until it gets too much. Or i type in bed from my phone until my fingers go numb or i drop my phone on my nose.

I can't really afford a nice and comfortable set up while saving for this car, unfortunately

And as for drink for moods...no? Im straightedge so i dont drink alcohol at all and i dont have like, a preferred drink i consume when its time to write. Tbh i often forget to hydrate when im really in the proper zone of writing because i hyperfixate. No mood lighting, i actually still havent set up my led lights i bought myself back for xmas (lol). The only other thing i can add is i have playlists for any of my sad or action based scenes so ill listen to those.

When its feral time i like. Struggle bc as we saw friday, those playlists on yt are straight dogshit lmao so i ether listen to instrumental jazz or i listen to nsfw audios while i write and thats like...it i guess? Sorry its lame as fuck bby

We strugglin

[james-smith07]

Car Camping Essentials: 8 Key Items to Make Your Trip Comfortable and Enjoyable

Car camping offers the perfect mix of adventure and convenience. You get the thrill of the outdoors without having to carry everything on your back. But to truly enjoy your trip, packing the right camping gear is essential. Camoing Geap From cozy bedding to portable kitchens, the right items can turn a simple camping trip into a memorable experience. So, what are the must-haves for car camping? Let’s explore the eight key items that will make your trip comfortable and enjoyable.

Car Camping Essentials

Car camping is all about enjoying the freedom of the open road and the beauty of nature while still having access to the comforts of home. But to make the most of your adventure, you need to pack smart. Having the right camping gear can transform your trip from a roughing-it experience to a cozy getaway. Let’s dive into the eight key items that should be on every car camper’s checklist.

1. Comfortable Sleeping Setup

A good night’s sleep is crucial when you’re out camping. Whether you’re sleeping in your car or setting up a tent, comfort is key. Here’s what you’ll need:

Sleeping bag or blankets: Choose a sleeping bag that suits the weather, or bring your favorite blankets for added comfort.

Sleeping pad or air mattress: A quality sleeping pad or air mattress can make all the difference, giving you a cushioned barrier between you and the hard ground.

Pillows: Don’t forget your pillow! Having a familiar pillow can help you sleep better and wake up refreshed.

Think of your sleeping setup as your home away from home. With the right bedding, you’ll wake up ready to take on the day’s adventures.

2. Portable Kitchen Gear

Cooking in the great outdoors is one of the highlights of camping. But without the right gear, it can quickly turn into a hassle. Here’s what you’ll need for a smooth cooking experience:

Camp stove or portable grill: A reliable camp stove or portable grill is essential for preparing hot meals.

Cookware and utensils: Pack a set of lightweight pots, pans, and utensils. Don’t forget a can opener, spatula, and a good knife.

Cooler: A quality cooler is crucial for keeping your food fresh and your drinks cold. Look for one with good insulation that can last the duration of your trip.

Having a well-equipped portable kitchen allows you to enjoy delicious meals under the stars, making your camping experience even more enjoyable.

3. Reliable Lighting Solutions

When the sun goes down, you’ll need reliable lighting to keep your campsite functional and safe. Here are the essentials:

Lanterns: Battery-powered or rechargeable lanterns are perfect for lighting up your campsite.

Flashlights and headlamps: These are must-haves for navigating in the dark, whether you’re walking to the restroom or checking on something outside.

String lights: Adding string lights around your campsite or inside your tent can create a warm, inviting atmosphere.

Good lighting not only makes your campsite more comfortable but also enhances safety during nighttime activities.

4. Comfortable Seating

After a day of exploring, you’ll want a comfortable place to relax. Portable seating is a must for car camping:

Camping chairs: Look for chairs that are lightweight, foldable, and easy to carry. A chair with a cup holder and a padded seat can make a big difference in comfort.

Portable table: A small, foldable table is great for meals, games, or just holding your gear off the ground.

Comfortable seating allows you to sit back, relax, and fully enjoy your surroundings, whether you’re eating, reading, or just gazing at the stars.

5. Efficient Storage Solutions

Keeping your gear organized is key to a smooth camping experience. Efficient storage solutions help you quickly find what you need without turning your car into a cluttered mess:

Storage bins or boxes: Use clear bins to organize your gear so you can easily see what’s inside.

Rooftop cargo carrier: If you’re short on space inside your car, a rooftop cargo carrier can provide extra storage for larger items.

Hanging organizers: These can be hung inside your tent or from your car doors to keep small items like toiletries, flashlights, and snacks within easy reach.

By keeping your gear organized, you’ll spend less time searching for things and more time enjoying your trip.

6. Personal Care and Hygiene Items

Staying clean and comfortable is essential, even when you’re roughing it. Here’s what you should bring:

Toiletries: Don’t forget the basics—soap, shampoo, toothbrush, and toothpaste. A travel-sized hygiene kit is a great option for camping.

Towels: Quick-dry towels are ideal for camping since they take up less space and dry quickly.

Hand sanitizer and wet wipes: These are lifesavers when you don’t have easy access to running water.

Taking care of your personal hygiene helps you stay fresh and comfortable throughout your camping adventure.

7. Safety and First Aid Supplies

Safety should always be a priority when camping. Being prepared for minor injuries or emergencies is crucial:

First aid kit: A basic first aid kit with band-aids, antiseptic wipes, pain relievers, and tweezers is essential.

Emergency kit: Include items like a multi-tool, emergency blanket, whistle, and matches.

Maps and compass: Even if you have GPS, having a physical map and compass as a backup can be a lifesaver.

A well-stocked first aid and safety kit gives you peace of mind, knowing you’re prepared for the unexpected.

8. Entertainment for Downtime

While the outdoors offers plenty of natural entertainment, having some extra activities can enhance your camping experience:

Books or magazines: Perfect for quiet moments or relaxing in your camp chair.

Board games or cards: A great way to spend time with family or friends during downtime.

Outdoor games: Bring along a frisbee, soccer ball, or cornhole set for some fun in the sun.

Bringing entertainment options ensures that everyone stays engaged and has fun, even when you’re just relaxing around the campsite.

Bonus: Packing Tips for Car Camping

To make your car camping trip as smooth as possible, here are a few extra tips:

Plan ahead: Make a checklist of everything you need and pack in stages.

Pack smart: Use space-saving techniques, like rolling your clothes or using vacuum-sealed bags.

Label your gear: Labeling your storage bins or bags helps you quickly find what you need.

Conclusion: Ready for Your Car Camping Adventure?

Car camping is all about enjoying the freedom and adventure of the outdoors while still having the comforts of home. With the right camping gear and a well-prepared checklist, you can ensure a comfortable and enjoyable trip. So, pack your essentials, hit the road, and get ready for a car camping adventure you’ll never forget

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Space-Saving BBQ Solutions: The Ultimate Guide to Small Portable Grills

When it comes to enjoying delicious grilled food, having the right grill can make all the difference. For those with limited space or on-the-go lifestyles, small portable grills offer a perfect solution. These compact cooking devices provide the convenience of grilling without the bulk of traditional barbecues. Whether you're a city dweller with a tiny balcony or a frequent camper, this guide to small portable BBQ grill will help you find the ideal solution for your space-saving grilling needs.

The Rise of Small Portable BBQ Grills

The appeal of portable BBQ small grills lies in their ability to deliver great grilling experiences without requiring extensive storage space. As urban living spaces become more compact and outdoor adventures more common, the demand for these space-efficient grills has surged. They are designed to fit into smaller areas while still offering the functionality and performance of their larger counterparts.

Benefits of Small Portable Grills

Compact and Convenient: One of the biggest advantages of small portable BBQ grills is their compact size. These grills are perfect for small patios, balconies, or even indoor use. They are also easy to transport, making them ideal for camping trips, beach outings, and tailgating.

Easy Storage: Space-saving is a primary feature of these grills. When not in use, they can be easily stored in a closet, under a bed, or even in the trunk of your car. This convenience means you don't have to worry about dedicating significant space to your grilling equipment.

Cost-Effective: Small portable BBQ grills are often more affordable than larger models. They provide a budget-friendly option for those who want to enjoy grilling without investing in a high-end, full-sized barbecue.

Versatility: Many small portable grills are designed with versatility in mind. They can be used with various types of fuel, including charcoal, propane, and electric, allowing you to choose the option that best fits your needs and preferences.

Efficient Cooking: Despite their size, many of these grills are highly efficient. They can reach high temperatures quickly and cook food evenly, ensuring that you get the perfect sear on your steaks or the ideal char on your veggies.

Types of Small Portable BBQ Grills

Charcoal Grills: Charcoal small portable BBQ grills are favored for their ability to impart a smoky flavor to food. They are often designed with compact, collapsible features for easy transport and storage. Some models even include adjustable grates to control the cooking temperature.

Propane Grills: Propane small portable BBQ grills are popular for their ease of use and quick heat-up time. They are often equipped with a small propane canister and feature a lightweight design, making them ideal for camping and tailgating.

Electric Grills: Electric small portable BBQ grills offer convenience, especially for those who want to grill indoors. They are easy to use and require no fuel other than electricity. Many models come with adjustable temperature controls and non-stick surfaces for easy cleaning.

Foldable Grills: Some small portable BBQ grills are designed to fold or collapse for easy storage and transport. These models are particularly useful for people with limited storage space or those who frequently travel.

Choosing the Right Small Portable BBQ Grill

Selecting the ideal small portable BBQ grill depends on your specific needs and preferences. Consider the following factors when making your decision:

Size and Weight: Ensure the grill's size and weight are suitable for your intended use. For camping, a lighter model with a compact design may be ideal, while for urban living, a grill that fits neatly on a small balcony or countertop might be better.

Fuel Type: Decide on the type of fuel that best suits your cooking style. Charcoal grills offer traditional flavor, propane grills provide convenience, and electric grills are perfect for indoor use.

Cooking Capacity: Evaluate the grill's cooking surface to ensure it can accommodate the amount of food you typically prepare. Smaller grills are great for individual or small family meals, while larger portable models can handle more.

Features: Look for additional features that enhance convenience and performance. Features like adjustable grates, built-in thermometers, and storage compartments can add value to your grilling experience.

Ease of Cleaning: Opt for a grill with a design that facilitates easy cleaning. Removable grates, drip trays, and non-stick surfaces can simplify the cleanup process.

Tips for Using and Maintaining Your Small Portable BBQ Grill

Preheat the Grill: Always preheat your grill to ensure even cooking and achieve the desired sear on your food.

Clean After Each Use: To maintain optimal performance and longevity, clean your grill thoroughly after each use. Remove grease and food particles from grates and drip trays.

Store Properly: When not in use, store your grill in a dry, cool place to prevent rust and damage. For portable models, ensure all components are properly folded or collapsed.

Check Fuel Levels: If using a propane or charcoal grill, regularly check fuel levels and ensure you have enough for your grilling sessions.

Conclusion

Small portable BBQ grills offer a fantastic solution for those seeking a space-saving and versatile grilling option. With various types available—charcoal, propane, electric, and foldable—there's a small portable BBQ grill to fit every need and preference. By considering factors like size, fuel type, and features, you can find the perfect grill to enhance your outdoor and indoor cooking experiences. Embrace the convenience and performance of these compact grilling solutions and enjoy delicious, perfectly grilled meals no matter where you are.

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4 Tier Stackable Plastic Storage Bins with Lids and Wheels - 23QT Closet Organizers and Storage, Foldable Storage Containers, Organization and Storage Boxes for Home, Pantry, Office, Dorm Room

Large Capacity & Upgraded Material- The Storage bins measure 14.76 x 11 x 8.27 inches（23QT capacity) on each floor, and the 4-layer stacked as a whole measures 15.35 x 11 x 32.68 in (height included wheels), with a total capacity of 92QT. Our storage containers with lids are made of high-quality PP materials for long service life.

Easy to Use and Foldable- The plastic storage bins are easy to assemble without tools, you can stack storage boxes and assemble them into a bedding organization, clothes organizer or shoe storage cabinet etc. When not in use, the storage boxes can be folded to take up little space in your home or cars.

Stackable & Removable- The storage organizer bins are stackable and mobility. Each layer has matching grooves and clasps on both sides of the top to securely lock the clear storage bins. There are four rotating wheels at the bottom, which makes it easy for you to move. In addition, 2 wheels of the storage shelves have clasps that hold the locker in place to prevent it from moving.

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