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supernovafics · 10 months

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series masterlist | last part — next part

pairing: modern!actor!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k words

warnings: asshole!steve, explicit language, mentions of alcohol

summary: somehow your life becomes equivalent to a friday the 13th type of horror movie. there's no serial killer or any murders happening, but the day is full of so many problems that it feels like you'll never get out of this shitstorm

CHAPTER TWO | ❝𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆❞

It had to have been because of something you’d done in a past life. Perhaps you were a murderer or committed other horrific crimes.

In your head, that was the only thing that could explain why today had been the shittiest and most hectic day you’d probably ever had. And even though you were only halfway through this godforsaken Friday, you knew that nothing would ever be able to top it.

You were hit with issue after issue, and when you solved one thing it seemed as if three more popped up. It felt like a fucked up game of whack-a-mole.

And just when you thought you could finally have somewhat of a breather, you were bombarded by a production intern bawling her eyes out. She had made a mistake earlier that day that she was still feeling pretty emotional about; she put the wrong time on the call sheet for Monday and printed and handed out copies with the typo. It wasn’t that big of a deal or the most detrimental mistake that could’ve been made— in fact, with one quick announcement and some reprints the problem had been fixed— but you could understand why she was upset about it.

“It’s okay, alright? Please stop crying, Hannah.”

“I’m sorry,” She said with a sniffle. “I just really wanna do a good job and I know I haven't been, and I really don’t wanna get fired.”

You were about to reassure her once again but you were interrupted by a PA tapping your shoulder to grab your attention.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I have Steve’s lunch order that you asked me to pick up,” He said.

“No, no, you’re fine. Thank you so much,” You said, actually completely thankful for the interruption. You grabbed the outstretched bag from him and then looked at Hannah again. “You only made one mistake. I promise it’s okay, and you’re not getting fired.”

She nodded and you gave her one more reassuring smile before you rushed off in the direction of Steve’s trailer, quickly glancing through the bag to make sure that the order was right as you sped walked to the completely other side of the set.

“You’re late,” Was the first thing he said to you when he opened the door.

You briefly glanced down at your watch; 12:05pm. You were only five stupid minutes late, but of course he was annoyed at you. “The day has been really hectic and–”

He shook his head at you before you could finish. “I don’t really care.”

There was a lot you wanted to respond back with, but you held it back.

“Got it,” You said instead as you handed him his food and started walking away before he could close the door in your face.

It had only been two weeks since filming started and it was pretty clear that neither of you liked each other. He definitely didn’t like you, for reasons that you assumed were because he didn’t like anyone and he was somehow physically incapable of being nice. And in return, you decided to just not like him back because you couldn’t care enough to do anything to try and make him like you. Mainly because trying to do so felt like an impossible feat in itself, and also because you quickly came to the decision that he didn’t deserve your genuine niceness.

Barely a minute after you’d walked away from Steve’s trailer, you were summoned by the lighting department to help handle an issue they were having. It truly seemed as if you would never get a break.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Way too many hours, and a shit ton of more problems to fix later, you were finally home. And after the longest shower ever, you were sitting on the couch in your living room, a bowl of freshly popped popcorn on your coffee table in front of you next to a bottle of wine that was moments away from being opened.

Your plan was to watch the worst reality TV show you could find and laugh at it until you fell asleep, and you knew that because of how exhausted you were from the day it would probably happen within the hour. And you didn’t even feel the tiniest bit embarrassed that you’d be going to bed before ten o’clock on a Friday night.

You were only a few minutes into a show called Love on the Mountain and hadn’t even poured your first glass of wine before your phone started ringing.

A part of you truly wanted to ignore the call because you could only assume that it was work related, and you wanted to hope that whatever it was about could wait until tomorrow, or hopefully even Monday. But, of course, the part of you that could almost never turn your work brain off needed to look at who was calling.

You regretted it almost immediately when you saw Steve’s name lighting up your screen.

You wondered why he could possibly be calling you right then, and then as if the universe was simultaneously screaming and laughing at you, you looked around and your eyes immediately landed on the big yellow envelope that contained the script rewrites Steve needed to have sticking out of your tote bag that was sitting on your small dining room table that at most times doubled as a work desk.

Fuck.

You were supposed to give the script rewrites to him, or at least put them in his trailer before you left for the day, because they were for all of the scenes that were filming on Monday, but it had completely slipped your mind.

You answered the phone and then shut your eyes. “Sorry, I already know you’re calling about the script rewrites. It completely slipped my mind. When do you want me to give them to you?”

“I would’ve really liked them hours ago,” He said, the annoyance unsurprisingly very clear in his tone.

This was the only time you could actually understand him being annoyed at you, but hearing how pissed he sounded still managed to piss you off just the same.

You inwardly let out a long breath. “I can bring them now.”

He didn’t say anything in response to that, and instead hung up. Barely a minute later, your phone pinged with a text from him that was simply his address.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

When you walked into Steve’s apartment building, you were met with the sight of a man standing behind a front desk. It was always easy to tell that you were at an expensive apartment building in LA when the lobby felt eerily similar to a hotel. Your building didn’t even have a lobby; there was just a hallway that led to some insanely small elevators.

You gave a small wave to the man and then showed the yellow envelope. “Hi, I have this for Steve Harrington.”

The front desk man, whose name tag read James, nodded at you. “Yes, he told me to expect someone coming to bring something for him. You can go right up.”

“Can I just leave this here with you?” You asked because you did not want to have any sort of an interaction with Steve right then; what you really wanted was to get back home.

“Usually with most packages, yes. But for this, Mr. Harrington told me that he wanted you to bring it up.”

Of course, he did. And you knew the exact reason why he was doing this was so that he could say some sort of shitty comment to you about this mistake you made since he apparently hadn’t done enough of that on the phone before he hung up on you.

“Is there a bathroom I can use first before I head up?”

James gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry, the bathroom in the lobby is for residents only, and management is really strict about that rule.”

“Okay,” You responded with a small sigh. “What floor is Steve on and what’s his apartment number?”

“He’s at the Penthouse, so you’ll just press PH and his place is the only one up there.”

You nodded at that before heading to the elevators. On the entirety of the ride up to the top floor, you mentally prepared yourself for whatever Steve would say to you, and you also pushed your need to pee far away.

Your knuckles rapped against his door in three quick knocks and after making you wait for an unbearably long minute— which felt so much longer than just a minute and almost made you think that you’d somehow ended up at the wrong apartment— Steve opened it.

“Here are the script rewrites,” You said and you held out the envelope for him to take.

“Thank you,” Steve said, his voice unmistakingly condescending, as he grabbed the envelope from you. It was actually kind of fitting that the first time he ever said a “thank you” to you was in a sarcastic way. “Sorry for making you do your job.”

Apparently, the mental preparation you’d done on the elevator had been no help at all because his words in that moment irritated you more than anything else he had ever said to you.

You were at your breaking point for dealing with all of his shitty remarks pretty much every day for the past two weeks and giving him nothing back in response. You’d continuously swallowed down everything you had wanted to respond to his comments with, but right then, it was as if every other annoying thing you’d dealt with from the day was bubbling over, and for once you actually couldn’t hold back.

“Oh yeah, no problem,” You said, easily matching his sarcasm. “I actually did this all on purpose because today has been the absolute worst day ever and I wanted to make it even worse by talking to you right now. Honestly, the perfect way to end this shitty Friday.”

You almost felt bad for everything you’d said, maybe that outburst was a bit much, but then for the briefest of moments you could’ve sworn that one side of his mouth quirked upward in something that resembled the tiniest of smiles before he simply looked at you with the straightest face you’d ever seen. It was hard to feel bad for what you said when, at least for a millisecond, he seemed somewhat amused by it.

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments. You expected him to say something in response to your comeback, but he began closing the door instead. Of course, right then was when your need to pee decided to come back.

“Wait.” You said, placing a hand on the door before he fully closed it. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“No,” He said and then finished shutting the door.

“Okay, I’m sorry for what I just said,” You said, making your voice loud enough so he could hear you through the door. It was actually a bit easier to apologize without having to look at him. “I shouldn’t have said it.”

His response came barely a second later. “Still no.”

You were so close to letting go, but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last on the twenty minute drive back to your place, which could potentially be pushed to thirty minutes depending on how terrible LA traffic decided to be right then. Therefore, you knew you had to keep trying. But you also knew that you’d rather pee your pants than beg Steve Harrington for anything, so you weren’t going to say one “please” to him.

“Come on. The guy in the lobby said that I can’t use the one down there because of some management rule.”

Steve didn’t say anything to that so you decided to continue.

“If I die of a bladder infection, you’ll get stuck with a random PA as an assistant for the rest of filming, and you’ll probably hate them more than you hate me. Also, if I die I promise I will haunt you so much.”

It would’ve made sense to assume that he walked away from the door by then, probably to his bedroom or somewhere else far away from where he could potentially hear anything you were saying. But, something told you he was at least still lingering by it.

“Steve?”

Finally, he decided to say something. “You’re not gonna leave, are you?”

You almost laughed at how annoyed he sounded. “No, so unless you wanna get blamed for me dying outside of your door, you should just let me use your bathroom.”

You heard something that sounded like a cross between a scoff and an actual laugh, and then moments later, the door opened and he let you inside.

You refused to admire anything about his apartment as you walked in. Not the phenomenal looking kitchen that had a huge white marble island in the center of it. Not the living room area that had a huge television hanging on the wall and an even bigger white couch that looked way too soft and inviting. And definitely not the floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a beautiful view of the city; you could even see the fucking Hollywood sign lit up in the distance.

There was nothing you admired about his apartment. In fact, you kind of hated the place.

And you were also a huge liar.

“The guest bathroom is down the hall,” Steve told you. “The door on the left.”

You nodded at that, avoiding eye contact with him because you didn’t want him to see how enamored you were with his apartment; you were sure that it was written all over your face.

You headed to the bathroom, which for just a guest bathroom seemed way too big, and it simply became another thing that you upsettingly liked about the place.

After using the bathroom, you looked in the mirror and were quickly reminded that you hadn’t cared to change out of your pajamas before leaving your apartment, so you still had on a pair of black sweatpants and a gray t-shirt from high school that had faded letters and random bleach spots. The only thing you added to your outfit was a zip up hoodie because it was actually a little chilly outside, and you now zipped it up because you felt embarrassed about your shirt, even though Steve had definitely already seen it.

You finished washing your hands and then left the bathroom. You saw Steve leaning against the kitchen island, already looking at the script you’d given him.

“Thank you for letting me use your bathroom,” You said as you started heading toward the door. “See you Monday.”

He only nodded at you and didn’t say anything else before you opened the door and left.

When you were in your car, your phone pinged with a text from him.

Steve: Let’s try not to have anymore fuck ups next week, okay?

You rolled your eyes at his message.

You: Sorry but I’m already planning to fuck up your coffee order on Monday so yeah…

Steve: Really great joke.

It was almost too easy to read the text in his usual sarcastic tone.

You: Not a joke.

You were close to leaving the conversation there; putting your phone down and ignoring whatever else he’d say to you as you drove home to finally have the night that you wanted to have. However, there was something about him now seeing you as bad at your job because of this one mistake you made that didn’t sit well with you.

You pressed the call button on his contact name before you could think better of it.

He answered on the third ring. “What?”

“I always do my job well, by the way,” You told him. “Today was a shitty day and it was actually a bit hard to juggle your shit with the other shit being thrown at me, so the script rewrites completely slipped my mind, and I’m sorry about that. But, it won’t happen again.”

You expected him to immediately hang up on you like he did with all of your other calls because none of them ever had an actual ending, but he didn’t hang up. Instead, he simply said, “Okay,” and then ended the call. You had a feeling that that was probably the closest you’d ever get to getting any sort of a “goodbye” while on the phone with him.

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14buddy22 · 9 months

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It Won’t Be Like This For Long

WC: 3K // Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader

AN::This is mainly Aaron Hotchner as a girl dad because the CM writers missed out on such a great opportunity. Also Haley and Jack DON’T EXIST in this story. Italics in the story are a foreshadow to when your daughter is older!

Aaron had come home from a long case. It was especially long because it was the first case away from his family. He was told multiple times that it was too soon for him to go back, but to know that he was catching killers and saving lives, just so he could make the world a better place for you and your daughter, he would never stop.

Your daughter was only two weeks old, it was really early for him to go back, but you could tell he was getting antsy. You don’t blame him one bit, he was good at what he did. He’d been so careful during your 9th month of pregnancy, he didn’t work one case from a different state, he stayed home, working from his home office.

When your daughter finally did make her arrival, it was the one day he had to go into the office for a meeting. You were best friends with Penelope, so Aaron told her to come sit with you while he had gone. He didn’t want you to be alone in case anything happened. You promised him nothing would and you could take care of yourself, but your baby had other plans.

When your water broke while making lunch with Garcia, you began to freak out a little bit. You were so good with kids, being a teacher allowed you to be good with them. You’ve never done this yourself though. You haven’t gotten pregnant before, you hadn’t gone through 9 months of pregnancy until now, you hadn’t given birth. You were told to be calm and collected, and that’s what you were going to be. You couldn’t freak out.

“Um, Penelope.”

You took a deep breath through the pain.

“It’s time to have a little Hotchner.”

Placing a hand on your stomach, you watched as Penelope began to turn off the stove, put ingredients back in the fridge, and started frantically running around the house to find your hospital bag.

When you got in the car, you began to call Aaron’s phone. When you were met with his voicemail, Penelope was already dialing Derek. Derek would kick down the door just to make sure Hotch got the news he had been so desperately been waiting for ever since he found out you were pregnant.

Just when you were checked into your hospital room, you were met with a frantic Aaron, all while you were calm and collected. Penelope had left to give you two the time you needed and she’d wait out in the waiting room with Derek.

After being in labor for only 5 hours, your little girl decided to make herself known in the world. While you had just given birth to a human, you couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of Aaron in awe of the doctor’s taking your little girl and cleaning her up. She had dark hair, matching Aaron’s for sure.

When your eyes finally met Aaron’s, you couldn’t help but reach up to him and wipe the tears that had fallen. He was a father, to a beautiful little girl. All the insecurities that he had and that you tried to push aside when he brought them up, shined in the moment right here, when your little girl was put into your arms.

He immediately cradled you in his arms, sitting next to you, looking at the beautiful piece of art that you and him had created. There was so much love pouring out from you and him and your girl would forever be loved.

“What do you think, Aar? Hannah Hotchner?”

“I love it. I love you, I love her. Thank you for making me a dad. I promise I’m going to be the best Dad that I can be.”

“I know you’re going to be an amazing Dad, Aaron. You already are.”

With another kiss between you two, you passed Hannah into his arms, letting him hold the little girl you know he’s been dying to hold. You fell in love with him even more. The way he held her in his arms. The way he whispered, “Hi Hannah, I’m your daddy. You’re always going to be my little girl. I promise I will not let anything happen to you or your mommy or any other siblings you may have in the future.”

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard your daughter crying from her nursery, only a few doors down the hall. You knew she just ate less than an hour ago and she would fall back asleep shortly after a few cries. It was the self soothing method that you got used to when you were in college working for a daycare center. You hated it at first, not being able to grab the babies when they were crying, but when you had 4-5 other babies all crying during nap time, it was easiest when they learned to self-soothe.

You felt the bed begin to move, Aaron was up. You wanted him to get sleep. You knew he hadn’t gotten much during this last case, which explains the texts that you randomly got in the middle of the night checking in on you and your daughter, Hannah.

His alarm was bound to go off in an hour, so you wanted to tell him that you’d get Hannah and he could try and lay back down. He had a lot of stress, you’d take care of your daughter.

You heard him start his morning coffee pot and he walked back into your shared bedroom. He began to splash water on his face.

You got up, meeting him in the bathroom. You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a kiss. You felt the tension of his muscles relax in your touch. You both listened to Hannah crying across the hall.

“It’s gonna be okay. It won’t be like this for long. One day, we’ll look back laughing at the week we brought her home. This phase is gonna fly by. Baby, just hold on.”

Aaron turned in your arms and whispered, “I love you. Can we go get our little girl?”

You nodded as he kissed you once more, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the nursery. He turned on the lamp and saw Hannah looking up and moving. He grabbed her from the crib and she snuggled into his shoulder.

��Daddy missed you so much, Han.”

**4 years later**

You don’t know what time it was, you just know that it was early enough to still be dark and early enough that Aaron wasn’t up and getting ready for work. You had heard the door open and saw the shadow of your oldest daughter with her favorite stuffed animal and she began to crawl into bed between you and Aaron. You looked at the clock and saw it was only 4:30am.

“Hannah, what’s wrong?”

You sat up a little bit and she said, “I want to sleep with you and Daddy.”

Aaron began to turn over when he heard the two of you whispering. He couldn’t deny that when Hannah was younger, he didn’t always listen to you when he was home alone with her and wouldn’t let her self-soothe. She had him wrapped around her finger.

“Want to sleep with Daddy?”

You rolled your eyes at him and laid back down. Hannah laid into her father’s arms and Aaron tried to pull you closer to him. When you saw the shadow of him holding your little girl, you couldn’t help but want to be cuddled up with them as well.

You didn’t blame Hannah for being a daddy’s girl. He gave her everything she wanted and more. He was never the “bad cop” in the good cop, bad cop scenario. He always played the bad cop at work, you figured he needed to be the good cop sometimes.

You knew it was only a matter of time before his alarm would be going off for work and your two year old daughter would be waking up to say goodbye to him. Your pregnancy hormones were also no match for whatever time it was. Once it hit 6 am, you were already craving food for the day. All the Hotchners would be awake at 6am, whether it’s to get breakfast, coffee, or say goodbye to their dad.

A few weeks later, you found Aaron up really early. You didn’t know why, didn’t hear the phone ring or an alarm go off, so you decided to go find him.

You were currently 8 months pregnant with your third kid, so getting out of bed was a process. When you finally did go and find him, you saw the nursery light on. Taking a peak into the room before barging in, you saw him looking through the photo albums of Hannah, and your youngest daughter, Grace. Hannah and Grace were a little over 2 years a part. Their sister bond forming immediately when they met each other for the first time.

“Honey, it’s 3 in the morning, what are you doing up?”

“I couldn’t sleep. It’s Hannah’s first day of preschool today and I just, I don’t want her to go. It means she’s growing up. Time needs to slow down.”

“Aaron, you know better than anyone that time doesn’t slow down, it sometimes feels as if it speeds up.”

“She’s my little girl. I know I still have Gracie, but Han’s, Hannah’s my first little girl, she’s the one who made me a father.”

Aaron closed the photo album and grabbed it, then walked over to grab your hand and pull you back into your bedroom. Flipping on the lamp, he pulled you down onto the chair you had in the corner of the room. That chair had great usage and for a variety of things, too. Some of your most intimate moments with Aaron happened right on that chair.

When he pulled you into his lap, he placed a hand over your bump and flipped open the album. Both of you watched as you flipped through your daughter’s life for the past 4 years. Many silly and goofy pictures taken of Hannah, and Hannah with Grace, and great photos of Hannah and Aaron and Hannah and you. You were so glad you captured these moments that you could look back on.

“I’m not ready for her to go to school yet. Can we keep her home today.”

“No, Aaron, we can’t. We have things to do today. It’s better for her to go anyway. Your little girl has to start school sometime, whether you’re ready or not.”

“It’s one day.”

“Yeah, why do you think I chose her to start school in the middle of the week? So I can actually go with you to make sure that you’ll actually drop her off. I have no meetings today, I have a substitute teacher today, I can actually take a day off from work without having to worry about too much to catch up on.”

“I wasn’t going to let her skip the first day.”

“Aaron Hotchner! Don’t you lie to me.”

You both began to laugh as he said, “Okay. Fine.”

“Let’s get back to bed. We’ll get up early, make the girls breakfast. They love when Daddy makes waffles.”

“Then I can enjoy breakfast with my three favorite girls and baby #3.”

You kissed him once more and then he helped you get up. Once back into bed, you cuddled up with him and fell asleep. You were trying to wait for him to fall asleep first, but you were exhausted.

As you had a nice family breakfast with Aaron and the kids, it was then that time to get Hannah to pre-school. You had dropped Gracie off at daycare first and then Aaron drove you to the school Hannah would spend the next 5 years before moving into junior high.

As you got out of the car, Hannah grabbed her backpack and took Aaron’s hand. As Aaron held her hand, he also held yours. You could tell he was holding in the tears. He wanted to break down, he wasn’t ready for his little girl to grow up.

As soon as Aaron let go of her hand, Hannah immediately clinged onto his leg.

“I don’t want to go Daddy. Let me stay home with you.”

Aaron knelt down, quickly giving her a hug and telling her that everything would be okay. He would see her in just a few hours. She gave him another hug and he wiped her tears. Leaving a kiss on her forehead, you also saw the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. You placed your hand on his back, signaling to him that it was time for her to get going to school.

As he stood up, she held onto his leg even more. You peeled Hannah from his leg and gave her a hug. Hannah waved at you and Aaron as the teacher grabbed Hannah’s hand.

“What can I do? So it’ll be easier for her?”

“Mr. Hotchner, don’t you worry, it’ll only last a week or two. It won’t be like this for long. One day soon you’ll drop her off and she won’t even know you’re gone. This phase is going to fly by.”

You grabbed Aaron’s hand as he nodded and you both thanked her teacher. You watched as Hannah walked into school. Then that’s when you saw Aaron break down. This big bad FBI agent who never showed emotion at work, finally broke down.

As you wiped a tear from his cheek, you made your way back to your car. You had a few things you two had to get done but you wanted to hold onto this moment for a few more minutes before life continued on.

It was only a few weeks later that your 3rd baby was born, Aaron finally got his son. He was such a great girl dad, but you were glad you were able to have a boy. Both his girls could be princesses, but they weren’t afraid to get dirt on their hands either.

As you were laying in bed, trying to get some sleep after feeding your son, Nicholas, you then heard crying coming from down the hall. When you started to move, Aaron rolled over and kissed your head saying, “Get some sleep, I’ll take care of Hannah.”

“Thank you, Aaron.”

Aaron walked into Hannah’s room to find her sitting up and crying.

“What’s going on, Han?”

“Daddy, I heard a noise and it came from my closet. There might be a monster.”

“Daddy will check, I’m not going to let a monster hurt you.”

As Aaron carefully opened the closet, he saw a box had fallen down. Quickly picking it up and showing Hannah that it was just a box from one of her toys and that it was okay.

As Hannah had gone to use the bathroom and grab a drink of water, he couldn’t help that life was going fast, and that someday soon she’ll be a teenager. There won’t be this need for him anymore, no checking closets for scary monsters. He was soaking it all in. But he couldn’t help but think of Hannah as she was older.

“Dad! You’re so unfair! How come Gracie gets to go hangout with her friends but you’re keeping me hostage! Hello! Can I get the hostage hotline?”

“I’m not unfair, Grace hasn’t been drinking with her friend or sneaking out to her boyfriend’s house!”

“The only reason I’m sneaking out is because you lock me in a god damn tower 24/7.”

“Well, not really because I still let you hangout with some friends.”

She groaned at him and rolled her eyes. As she stomped up to her room and slammed her door, you couldn’t help but look at Aaron.

“Aaron, Hannah’s a good kid. She does well in school, her boyfriend treats her great.”

“She probably hates me, but that’s my little girl. I’m not going to just let her go hangout at her boyfriend’s house, who is 2 years older by the way.”

“Aaron, they’ve been best friends since she was in 3rd grade. We know his family. He grew up in our neighborhood, they played on the same soccer team since we always had her playing up.”

“I know you’re right, but it feels like just yesterday we were bringing her home from the hospital and sending her off to preschool. Now she’s got a boyfriend. I don’t care who he is, no guy will ever be good enough for my little girl.”

**5 years later**

While Hannah didn’t date her best friend for much longer when they went to different colleges, she did find someone who was great, if not better for her than her first boyfriend was, and it took Aaron only a few times to recognize that.

When Hannah’s boyfriend showed up to the house, asking Aaron for Hannah’s hand in marriage, it only made him think back to the little girl he brought home as a newborn, who would cry and have him worrying 24/7.

She’s turned into a beautiful young woman, one who was smart as well and knew that her boyfriend was good for her. He was the perfect man in her eyes, he shared a lot of morals that her father had and for that, she was grateful she had such an amazing father to look up to and set standards for her boyfriend.

It wasn’t long before he was walking her down the aisle and raising her veil, giving his little girl away to the love of her life, a good man. As long as his little girl was happy, he was happy.

When Hannah got into bed, sniffles coming from her, in which he didn’t mind that it was only 4am, and he’d have to be up in an hour for work, he kissed her goodnight. He laid down beside her until her eyes were finally closed, just watching her it broke his heart because he already knows, it won’t be like this for long.

One day soon his little girl was going to be all grown up and gone. He knows the phase is going to fly by, so he’s trying to hold on. He knows it won’t be like this for long.

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munsonsmixtapes · 23 days

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Lost Number pt. III

Eddie Munson x Plus size!f!reader

Part one part two

Word count: 9,210

Summary: Little glimpses of your life with Eddie after your first date

CW: MDNI 18+ smut (p in v) hair pulling, Eddie calls reader a slut and whore, mention of pregnancy and difficulty getting pregnant, mentions of depression and anxiety, please let me know if I left anything out!

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

The bathroom floor was cold against your bare legs as you and Eddie huddled together. The silence was deafening, neither of you knowing what to say to fill it. One of the light bulbs had been flickering which only made your anxiety worse. There was a lot of riding the situation and you weren’t sure that you could sit through the entire three minutes. You just wanted to know the results already.

The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the kitchen timer that had been sitting on the counter. Eddie had purposely put the thing out of your line of sight so you couldn’t stress out by watching the seconds tick by. It was even worse hearing it ticking and not seeing how much more time you had left was killing you.

Eddie held onto you, pressing kisses to your temple. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know that the kisses were saying “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” He was a nervous wreck. He had wanted a baby just as much or maybe even more than you did. He had no idea what was going to happen, but what did he know was that he was going to be there for you every step of the way.

Your apartment, Manhattan, 1991

You stood in your closest, trying to figure out what you were going to wear on your date with Eddie. You actually weren’t sure what he had planned. He had just called and told you to put on something that you’d be comfortable in.

You had decided to go with a dark blue midi dress paired with a black cardigan and tights because it was November in New York.

There was a knock at the front door and you ran to answer it but Hannah had beat you to it, the other girls standing behind her to get a look at Eddie. They had seemed more excited for the date than you were with them waiting by the door. They were all giggling to each other while you got ready. They were just so happy that you were going out with someone who treated you right.

You pushed them out of the way to get a view of your date. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and band t-shirt that was under a denim jacket. A cigarette was hanging between his lips and he smiled wide when he caught sight of you, causing the cigarette to fall between the two of you.

“Whoops,” he chuckled and bent down to pick up the thing, fiddling with it between his finger awkwardly when he stood back up.

“You look-“ he cut himself off, his mouth almost dropping as he eyed your outfit. “Fucking killer, angel. Shall we?” He asked, offering you his arm.

“We shall,” you nodded, looping your arm through his. He led you down the hallway and to the elevators that were actually working and you stood there, waiting.

All of your previous anxiety had vanished now that you were with Eddie. You had nothing to be nervous about. You just hadn’t been on a date since the new decade had started and wondered if dating in the 90’s had been any different.

Eddie on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing. He had never been so sure of himself in his life. It helped that he knew that you actually liked him back. He couldn’t believe how many people had agreed to go out with him just to get a free meal.

The elevator opened and the two of you stepped inside and Eddie was quick to pull you to his chest, pressing his lips to yours. He hadn’t been able to in over eighteen hours so he needed to make up for lost time. He licked into your mouth, your tongues swirling together.

“I thought you were supposed to kiss me after the date. That’s the traditional thing to do, right?” You were going to kiss him if he hadn’t gone for it first and were just in the mood to tease him. You knew that things between the two of you had been far from normal with how quickly your relationship had developed over the course of twenty four hours.

“Sweetheart, I literally ate you out the day we met. I think we’re past traditional at this point.” He had a point. But you liked the way things were progressing. Eddie was the only person you could see yourself having a future with. He was the perfect partner with knowing exactly what you needed before you did. You knew that you could come to him with anything and he’d help you not matter what it was and he wouldn’t ask questions.

“That’s fair,” you shrugged before wrapping your arms around his neck. You were about to press a kiss to his lips when the elevator doors opened. You pecked his lips quickly and the two of you exited hand and hand.

Eddie led you to a car that looked nothing like the ones that had been taking the two of you where you had needed to go. This one was bright red and definitely cost more than you had ever made in your life. Eddie had opened the passenger car door for you and you slipped inside. He closed the door then rounded it to get in on the driver’s side, putting the keys into the ignition.

“You’re driving?” Eddie hadn’t driven at all in the time you had known him. You supposed that when you were as famous as him, you didn’t have to.

“You got a problem with that?” You actually didn’t. You were interested to see how he drove. Something told you that he liked speed and you were pretty sure that you were right in thinking that.

“I just wasn’t aware you drove. Are you sure you remember how?” Eddie found your little jabs funny, appreciating that you felt comfortable enough with him to do so. He hoped that you’d have more once you got closer.

“Haha,” he replied sarcastically then turned the key in the ignition. He put his foot on the gas and backed out of his parallel parking spot very before taking you to your destination.

It took everything in him not to floor it but he didn’t think that was right considering the precious cargo he had in his passenger seat. The car was also a rental and he wasn’t in the mood to have to pay for any damages. Rick would have definitely chewed him out and he wasn’t in the mood for that either so he just went the boring speed limit.

Eddie’s free hand rested on your thigh and you loved how comfortable he was with doing it. It seemed like he thought that he had to touch some part of you when the two of you were together and you ate it up every time, especially since you had been so attention starved. Eddie had been as well. Starved for your attention, that is. Considering his fame, he always seemed to have men and women buying him drinks or writing their phone numbers on napkins for him, but he had denied them all, knowing that you had been waiting for him.

Even though you hadn’t been dating, he still felt gross for sleeping with or even looking in the direction of another person. He had tried to get over you by getting under someone else, but all he could picture was the look of betrayal on your face. He had to fake a stomach ache because he was too embarrassed to tell the truth and went back to his hotel room to sleep alone. He hadn’t slept with anyone since, afraid that the same thing would happen again. He denied all of the advances towards him and would go back to his room and just stare at the phone, desperately wanting to call you. He didn’t care if he was becoming the kind of guy he used to make fun of. He had just wanted to hear your pretty voice and hold you in his arms.

The car pulled up to a restaurant that you had become very familiar with over the years. It had been the spot where you had spent a lot of drunken nights and hungover mornings with your rotating circle of friends. It had become the only constant in your life and if you couldn’t count on anyone, at least you could count on Rowan, the owner, to give you free fries and a shake with a bright smile on her face.

Eddie opened your door and offered you his hand which you gladly took. The two of you entered the restaurant and Rowan came running up to the host stand to greet the two of you. Her face lit up when she saw you and she was quick to pull you into a hug. You knew that Rowan treated all of her regulars like that but you were going to pretend that it was just for you.

“I’m so happy to see you, baby. You haven’t come in a while. I was starting to miss your sweet face,” she squeezed your cheeks then turned to Eddie. She gave him a hug as well and you were beginning to think that he knew Rowan like you did.

“And you,” she smiled brightly at him. “You’re not too famous for me?” Eddie didn’t think he was too famous for anyone, especially not Rowan.

“I’ll never be too famous for you, Rowan.”

“Glad to hear it. So you’re here together?”

“Yep,” Eddie nodded, smiling at you. “We’re on a date, actually.”

“Well, would you look at that? Two of my regulars on a date. Y’all follow me. I’m gonna give you the best table.” She didn’t even bother grabbing menus since she had committed your orders to memory and sat the two of you at a both that was more secluded from the other tables. You both sat on either side and Rowan just beamed at the two of you.

“Let me see if I have this right. A bacon cheeseburger for my sweetpea,” she pointed at you. “And the Eddie special for the rockstar.”

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie nodded.

“You’ve still got it, Rowan,” You replied. With that, she turned and headed into the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone. You couldn’t believe that the two of you had frequented the place over the years and somehow hadn’t crossed paths. It wasn’t very big and even with it packed, it was still easy to see entire place anywhere you sat.

You wondered if you actually crossed paths but just didn’t remember. You both had been going there quite sometime so it wasn’t totally out of the realm of possibility. You also wondered if he would have liked you back then. Back when you were still with Chris and so insecure that you’d cover up every inch of your body to hide the shape of it avoid unsolicited comments.

You were pretty confident that Eddie would have worshipped you and made you feel confident with his sweet words. He would have definitely fucked you and been nothing but complimentary while he did it. Telling you that you were beautiful and that he had loved every inch of you, kissing all over your body.

“So the ‘Eddie Special’, huh?” You laughed. Of course Eddie had his order on the menu. Rowan knew what she was doing with that one.

“It wasn’t my idea,” he put his hands up in defense. “Rowan insisted.”

“I’m sure it was. We all know you love being the center of attention,” you winked and Eddie felt his cheeks blush. You always knew just what to say to make him feel flustered. Eddie did like being the center of attention, especially if it was the center of yours. Even if it was a look or simple touch, he always ate it up. He was falling deeply and hopelessly in love with you and he actually was letting himself. God, Wayne was going to be so proud of him for letting himself feel something other anger. He had been bitter about his past life back home for so long that he hadn’t really been living. But you changed that. With you, he felt like he could finally get his life right.

You grabbed hold of his hand, rubbing the back of with your thumb, wondering what was making him smile like that. Okay, you didn’t have to wonder, but you wanted to hear him say it. You loved hearing him voice how he felt about you. It never ceased to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like being wrapped up in a blanket that was fresh from the dryer. And he always knew exactly what to say to make you melt. The exact words that made you want to cry because of how sweet it was or make your panties so wet that you had to have him right then and there. He was so good at both.

Rowan came out with your orders and you didn’t miss the milkshakes and extra fries that she had brought along with her. She was always spoiling her regulars. It was her favorite way to express how grateful she was to have them pick her little old restaurant over anywhere else in the city. You and Eddie were quick to dig in, laughing, joking, and just genuinely enjoying each other’s company while you ate.

Everything was so easy with Eddie. He wanted to talk to you about what was going on in his life and wanted to know about your life in return. He wanted to know your struggles and how he could help. He wanted to take your baggage and help you carry it to lighten the load. He just wanted to make sure that he was there whenever you needed him. And you wanted to be the same for him.

After dinner, you ended up going to a movie that was still an inside joke between the two of you because of how bad it was. Eddie had snuggled up to you as close as he could, him practically ending up in your seat. His arm was wrapped your shoulders and he couldn’t even get himself to watch the movie. He just wanted to look at you. His pretty girl. Your intricate eyeliner and your glossy lips. Especially your lips. If the theater hadn’t been so packed, he would have just kissed your right then and there. But he didn’t want to be that couple, so he just sat there, settling for holding you.

You turned to Eddie and gave him a smile. All he was thinking about was how good you looked with the light of the screen reflecting off your face. He didn’t think that was possible, but of course you looked fucking amazing in any lighting. He didn’t think it was fair.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of Eddie, the movie completely abandoned. You reached up and pushed some hair behind his ears. You loved his hair, but sometimes, you thought it overshadowed his facial features and wondered how it would’ve looked pulled back.

Your hand rested on his cheek and Eddie noticed that you were pulling his face to yours. He knew that he said he wasn’t going to kiss you with that many people around, but he was a liar. He just couldn’t say not to you and he definitely couldn’t resist your lips. You mouth attached to his and he rested his free hand on your hip while yours moved into his hair.

Eddie’s hand slipped under your dress up to your thigh, afraid to go any higher since you were in public. He gave it squeeze as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You gave his hair a tug and he let out a whimper that was a little too loud.

The two of you had been so caught up in each other that you had barely even noticed the flashlight shining down on the two of you. You pulled away to see an usher and everyone else in the theater looking at you in disgust.

“I shouldn’t have to tell you that that kind of behavior is prohibited in this establishment. I’m going to have to ask the two of you to leave.” He pointed to the exit and the two of you took no time to head in that direction.

You giggled all the way to Eddie’s car, finding the whole thing hilarious. You were both howling with laughter to the point where you could hardly breathe. Of course you’d get kicked out for making out in the theater. That sounded about right for the two of you since you couldn’t seem to keep your hands off of each other.

You got to the car, your laughter having died down and Eddie was quick to pin you to the car, his mouth on yours. The kiss was rough and hot and he was quick to slide his hands up your dress, giving your thighs a squeeze. He pulled away and opened the door to the backseat, holding it open for you.

“Get in,” he pointed to the interior of the car. His voice was so low and authoritative that you felt yourself get even more wet between your legs. You took no time to crawl into the backseat, Eddie getting in right after you.

His lips attached to yours again and he slowly lowered you down onto the seat. He pushed your dress up to your waist and you lifted your arms for him to take it off. He slowly slid the dress off of your body and it landed in the floorboard. He then removed his jacket and his shirt before diving back in for more. His trailed kissed all the way to your chest, his fingers slipping under the straps of your bra.

“Fuck angel, when did you get this?” He admired the blue lace that matched your dress. This one was more scandalous than the one you had worn the night before. It was lacy with bits that were see through and it was driving Eddie wild. He ran his fingers lightly over the thin fabric, just enough to make your nipples harden.

“Yesterday.” You tried to keep calm, trying to not let out a moan as you spoke, Eddie still grazing your bra with his fingers.

“Oh?” A devilish smirk broke out on his face.

“I bought it for you.” You had been embarrassed at first, but you knew that Eddie would have loved to know that fact. That you had gone shopping for lingerie just for him.

“For me?” He put his hands up to his chest in feigned shock. “Sweetheart, I’m flattered.”

“It’s a set,” you nodded your head down the that matching thong and he follows your eyes.

“Thought you’d get lucky tonight,” he teased.

“Maybe,” you replied. “But here we are in the back of your car so I guess I thought right.”

“I guess so. Can’t resist you, honey.” He kissed the spot right above your bra. “Can I remove this?”

“Please,” you begged and Eddie was quick to unhook it, pulling it from your body and tossing it on top of your dress. He kissed down to your nipple and ran over it with his tongue, causing you to let out a moan.

“I still remember what you like,” he liked another stripe along the sensitive spot. “This drove you fucking wild.” He took your nipple between your teeth and pulled, hearing you make the exact sound he wanted.

“Oh, Eddie,” you whined.

“You like that, princess?”

“More,” was all you were able to reply and Eddie tugged on the skin again, harder this time.

“Eddie, please.” He moved to the other nipple, licking and biting. You grabbed onto him, digging your nails into any skin you could find, needing somewhere to put your hands. “I need you inside me.”

“Well, if that’s what you wanted, all you had to do was ask, princess.”

“Eddie,” you stared at him with a look in your eyes that he couldn’t quite make out. It was darker than any other look you had given him. “I want you to fuck me.”

Eddie pulled something out of one of his front pockets and set it aside before removing his pants and tossing them over the driver’s seat. You thought he was taking too long and tried to help him remove his underwear.

“What are you doing,” he chuckled, looking down at your hands that were gripping the waist band of his boxers.

“You’re taking too long.” The words sounded so desperate and whiny and it was doing wonders for his cock.

“Someone’s a little eager.” Now he was just doing it for fun. He loved riling you up, getting you all hot and bothered.

“Yeah, I am.” You hadn’t fucked anyone since Chris (if you could have even called your most recent time in the bedroom with him fucking) and you couldn’t wait anymore. Your vibrator could only do so much and now you needed to real thing. “Take them off.”

“As you wish, princess.” He removed the boxers as slowly as possible, a devilish grin on his face as he did so. He watched your eyebrows furrow and knew that he was getting the exact reaction that he wanted.

He slowly moved the fabric down to his thighs, completely revealing his cock to you and it had definitely lived up to what you had hyped it up to be in your head. Maybe even bigger.

Once his underwear was removed, he reached for the condom and slowly ripped it open, watching you as he did so.

“Eddie,” you whined. “Forget the condom, please. I need you right now.”

“Sweetheart, we both know I’d love to knock you up, but even with our unconventional relationship timeline, I think it’s a little early, don’t you?”

“Hurry.” Your whining was only making him even more hard. He loved seeing you like this. Needing him, all undone from his touches and filthy words.

“You can’t rush things like this, honey.” He finally got the package open and slipped the condom onto his dick, making sure that it was good before lining himself up with your pussy.

“Eddie, just do it.” He took no time and pounded himself into you and you let out the loudest moan. He grabbed hold of your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he continued to thrust.

“Eddie, fuck,” you whined and that only encouraged him, making him thrust into you even harder. “Right there, baby, yeah.”

“You like that, princess?” His voice was raspy and rough and it was making you even more wet.

“Eddie,” you slurred. “You’re being too nice.” You liked all the cute nicknames but they weren’t doing it for you in that moment. You needed something more degrading.

“What-“

“Call me a slut.” Eddie loved seeing this side of you. He loved hearing you boss him around. All you had to do was tell him to jump and he’d ask you how high.

“Oh, you’re that kind of girl, huh?” He asked, slamming into even harder. You let out another moan which only encouraged him. He thrusted and thrusted, hearing all of the beautiful sounds come from your pretty lips.

“Call me a slut, please.” You knew that hearing the word would really make you come undone. You needed to hear him degrade you.

“Look at you, taking it like a good little slut.” That unleashed something in you. You grabbed onto his back, your nails digging into the skin, dragging them up.

“Oh, you like that, slut?” His nails dug further into your skin and he pounded into you once more. You could feel his nails practically breaking the skin but you’d have been lying if you said you didn’t like it.

“Eddie, please,” you moaned and he thrusted faster, making you realize that was the way you liked it. Fast and rough. You had had sex more times than you could count and were just now realizing what you liked because Chris had never given you a chance. It was all about him and his needs.

“Faster, Eds,” you commanded and he obeyed, thrusting the fastest that he could, hoping that he wasn’t hurting you. He looked at you to make sure that you were okay and could see the absolute bliss on your face. Knowing that he was the cause of it made him even harder.

“Going the fastest that I can, sweetheart.” He had never pegged you as the kind of girl who would have been into rough sex. He thought that you would have liked it soft and sweet.

“Then go harder.” He slammed into you the hardest that he could, hearing the loudest moan yet. He repeated the action and you made the sound again and again.

“So good, Eds.”

“Yeah? You like that whore?” You let go of Eddie and pulled back to look at him, your eyebrows furrowing. He had upset you. He had upset you and you were going to leave and never want to speak to him again.

“What did you just call me?” Your tone hadn’t sounded offended but Eddie was still afraid that he had gone too far.

“I’m sorry. I thought that since you like being called a slut that-“

“Say it again.” Your voice was so demanding and hot. He had to do what you said.

“What was that, sweetheart?” He had heard you perfectly but just wanted to be bossed around some more.

“Say it.” Your words were so forceful that Eddie had no choice but to comply.

“You’re a whore.” Your eyes darkened at the name and you looked at him with lust.

“That’s right, baby,” you pressed your lips to his, sticking your tongue into his mouth and swirling it around. “I’m your whore.”

“You’re mine,” he emphasized the word and thrusted into you again.

“All yours,” you whined and dragged your nails down his back again. He thrusted again and again and you let out even more moans and whines, loving what he was doing to you. You were coming undone he was eating up how well you were taking it.

He noticed that you were fading out, the words you were saying not being coherent. They were slurred and sounded like gibberish. He hadn’t expected you to fade so soon. he was just starting the fun. He needed to stay with him.

“Come on, sweet girl, don’t go dumb on me,” he took your face in his. “You’re doing so well, need you to stay with me.”

“I’m here,” you slurred, a stupid smile on your face. He was just now getting to the good part and he couldn’t fuck you when you weren’t lucid enough to consent.

“Come on, honey,” he rubbed your back while trying to hold your head up. “We haven’t even gotten started yet.”

“Then what was that,” you let out a giggle and he couldn’t help but laugh as well, finding the whole thing amusing.

“That was just the appetizer.”

“Don’t know if I have any more in me, Eds.” You looked so tired and despite him wanting to continue, he decided that you should’ve called it a night.

“That’s okay, sweet girl. Let’s get you home, alright?”

Eddie pulled out and disposed of the condom before getting dressed. He then cleaned you up with some napkins he had in his glove compartment. It wasn’t what he would have preferred, but he made do with what he had. He thought you deserved better even though you were so out of it that you hadn’t cared.

He helped you put on your bra and thong and reached for your dress.

“Alright. Arms up, sweet girl.” You put your arms in the air and Eddie put it over your head before reaching for your arms. He put them through the straps and pulled the rest of your dress down your body.

You watched Eddie the whole time and despite the state you were in, you were sure that you were in love with him. What other man would have helped their date put their clothes back on? And who would have done it so gently with their sweet words?

He picked you up and carried you to the front seat, not taking the chance of letting you walk. You opened the door for him and he gently set you in the seat before buckling your seatbelt for you.

He then pressed a kiss to your forehead then closed the door and headed over to his side. You felt your eyes start to shut but you fought it off. You couldn’t be the loser who fell asleep before the date was even over because the sex wore you out.

Eddie slamming the door closed caused you to jump, the sound feeling much louder in your head. He chuckled at your reaction and turned on the ignition before reaching your for hand. He intertwined your fingers before bringing it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to it.

You looked over at Eddie and he turned to you briefly before turning back to the road. You had a goofy grin on your face and he smiled to himself at how cute you were.

“I love you,” you slurred and Eddie almost slammed on the breaks at your confession but kept his cool. He knew he shouldn’t have taken the words to heart considering the state you were in, but he couldn’t help but feel like there was a hint of truth to them. You had been telling the truth and the date really solidified your feelings for him. The way he made you feel could only be described with the word and shit, Eddie loved you too. He’d have been an idiot to deny it.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he kissed your hand again and the two of you continued on your way to your apartment, knowing that whatever was going on between you two was really something beautiful.

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

“What if it is,” Eddie whispered, his lips pressed against your forehead. You had been having the same argument, going back and forth for far too long that the words that were starting to lose their meaning.

“What if it isn’t?” You pulled back to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed. Eddie reached up and pushed down on the crease between your eyebrows, something that started as a joke, but now it helped calm you down.

“But what if it is?” He pulled you to his chest and you couldn’t help but rest your head against his shoulder. He turned his head and pressed another gentle kiss to your forehead.

You knew that he was just being optimistic, but you had done this whole thing so many times before with no results so you were starting to lose hope. You knew that there was a possibility that it could be what you were hoping for, but you just didn’t have it in you so Eddie was going to have to be hopeful enough for the two of you.

Eddie hated seeing you like that. You had been depressed with all your failed attempts and it had been taking a toll on you mentally. He immediately noticed that the normal light you had to you had disappeared and had even suggested that the two of you take a break from trying, but you insisted. You just wanted to take one last gamble and now here you were, hoping that you were successful.

Eddie’s home, Brooklyn, 1991

As expected, you and Eddie went on a second date after your very successful first. He didn’t even have to ask you to be his girlfriend, it was just understood that you were together and in the way he introduced you as such to his bandmates. You loved the way the word rolled off his lips and the way he smiled when he said it.

After a few weeks of being attached at the hip, he approached you with a key to his house since you had spent so much time there. He thought it was only right that you could come and go as you pleased even if he wasn’t there. So you spent any spare moment there, taking no time to make yourself at home with your own belongings and decorations. You could see yourself living there even though you already practically were. So that prompted Eddie to drunkenly suggest that you move in with him.

You didn’t care how quickly your relationship had been progressing, you were the happiest you had ever been and you had Eddie to thank for that. He had been the light at the end of the tunnel you had been in for far too long and despite your relationship insecurity, you knew that you deserved him. You deserved someone who brought you flowers just because they thought you would like them. You deserved someone who would take you on dates to places that he thought you would like.

You moved in the next day and you spent the next few unpacking, laughing, and sharing plenty of kisses while Eddie blasted different metal records so you didn’t have to work in silence. It was like you were meant to be there with the second sink in the bathroom and the empty side of the closet that Eddie had insisted that he didn’t clean out for you, even though it was very obvious that he did because of how his clothes were smushed together, no space between the items. The man definitely had more clothes than you did.

The two of you were snuggled up in your bed, both ready to go to sleep. Well, as far as being dressed for it. It always took the two of you a long time to actually go to sleep because things would either get too heated or you were both laughing at things that definitely stupid. This was a night that was filled with giggles. You had to be up early for work but Eddie had some time off so he was only enabling you. You really should have been asleep since it was after midnight, but there you were, laughing your heads off at the stupidest jokes that only the two of you found funny.

“Eds,” you giggled. You were straddling his waist and had his arms pinned to the bed. He knew he wasn’t going to get lucky since he had kept you up doing that exact thing the night before, causing you sleep in and be late for work. It been the first time you had been late like that, but you weren’t trying to make a habit of it. “We have to go to sleep. I have to be up at six and you know that.”

“One more kiss.” This was always his trick and you weren’t going to fall for it this time. No matter how inviting his lips looked. No matter how easy it had been to convince you in the past.

“Not tonight,” you shook your head and tried to roll off of him, but his grip on your thighs tightened so you couldn’t move.

“You’re mean,” he pouted and you just laughed. He was always so dramatic.

“And you’re a baby,” you shook your head.

“I’m your baby,” he correct and you resisted the urge to throw up.

“Ew gross,” you rolled off of him and laid by his side. “Not tonight you’re not.”

“Mean,” he stuck his tongue out at you. Real mature.

“Yes, I’m so mean because I want to go to sleep.” Eddie wasn’t really mad at you, he just liked to get under your skin. He liked to say things he knew would make you mad but not enough to actually upset you.

“I’m just kidding, sweetheart,” he rested a hand on your cheek, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. “Let’s get some rest.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest. Yours went to his middle and you tangled your legs with his. It was what you did every night and you always looked forward to it. You never would have pegged Eddie as the kind of guy who liked to cuddle, but he loved it. He loved snuggling up with you after a long day of recording to watch a show or a movie. His favorite place to be was right there in your arms.

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

“Let me at least see the timer, Eddie,” you begged. Eddie just shook his head, letting out a sigh.

“No, honey. You know how you get with a countdown.” You tried to stand up to see it, but Eddie just pulled you back down into his lap. “Angel,” he said with a warning. “You’re just stressing yourself out.” He rested his hands on your cheeks and forced you to look up at him. “No matter what it says, you know that I’ll still love you, right?”

“Of course I do.” You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t believe he was even asking you that. He had loved you when you were at your happiest and he had loved you when you had fallen into your deepest depression. He was never going to leave your side no matter what you were going through.

“Good,” he pulled you in for a sweet kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss and Eddie chased your lips when you parted, pulling you back in.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He said the words with such sincerity that you felt tears welling up in your eyes. He was always saying things that managed to either render you speechless or make you teary.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too.” He pulled you in for one more kiss then rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You closed yours too and took his hands in yours. His thumb ran over the ring on your finger and you two looked down at it, both smiling at what it represented.

Your home, Brooklyn, 1992

The house was empty when you entered it, Eddie nowhere to be found. He was usually home by that time so you wondered where he had been. You went to check the answering machine but there was nothing there either. You checked in the living room and the couch that he was usually lying on was empty. You checked the bathroom to see if he was in the shower and you had no luck there either.

You finally entered the bedroom and surprise, surprise, he wasn’t there. You tried not to panic, but you couldn’t help it. This was so unlike him. You took some deep breaths to try to calm yourself down. Your boyfriend was missing and you had no way of contacting him. You were going to have to wait for him to get back. If he got back. You then remembered that you both had gotten pagers for moments just like this.

You sat on the bed and took out your pager to send him a message. You waited a few seconds only to hear a beeping sound coming from somewhere inside the room. You looked around and noticed that it was the loudest when you stood by Eddie’s nightstand. You opened the top drawer and there was his pager along with the other cluttered things like his journal and few cigarette cartons and a ring box. A ring box? Where had he gotten that and what was in it?

You knew you shouldn’t have snooped, but you couldn’t help it. Eddie wouldn’t have cared anyway. What was his was yours. You had to know what was in the box. Curiosity was eating at you so you slowly reached for the box. You opened it and sitting inside was the most beautiful ring you had ever laid your eyes on. It was a silver band with a beautiful diamond in the center. It must have cost Eddie a fortune and you wondered just how much money he had dropped on it. When had he bought it? When had he planned on proposing?

“Whatcha got there?” You turned and there was Eddie, propped up in the doorway, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He looked pretty happy for having just caught you going through his belongings.

“Nothing.” You hid the ring behind your back even though he had already seen it.

“So you found it, huh?” There was hint of humor in his voice but you couldn’t help but feel like he was still mad at you.

“I didn’t mean to. I was trying to page you since you weren’t here and-“

“Hey,” he set the flowers on the bedside table and reached for you. He rested his hands on your shoulders, giving them a squeeze. “I’m not mad at you. In fact, I’m glad you found it. I’ve been wanting to propose to you for weeks but I couldn’t find the perfect moment.”

“Sorry I ruined it.” Eddie hasn’t thought you ruined anything. He was actually hoping you’d find it so he could finally get the balls to ask you.

“You didn’t ruin it, honey,” he shook his head with a laugh. “There wasn’t a moment to begin with.” You pressed a kiss to his lips smiling against them, thinking about the velvet box in your hand. He smiled as well, wrapping his arms around your neck, pulling you even closer to him.

“You want to marry me.” You were grinning and it only made the statement more true. He wanted to see that smile every single day of the rest of his life.

“Yes I do. I want to marry you so bad.” He was practically begging you and it made you want to agree even more.

“Then marry me.” His face lit up at your words and it was the cutest thing.

“So that’s a yes?” You couldn’t believe that he even had to ask. If he hadn’t, you sure would have.

“That’s a fuck yes.” He was quick to pull you into a kiss then pressed a few more all over your face. You let out a laugh as he did so, only making him do it even more. Your giggles were infectious that he couldn’t help but laugh as well.

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

The timer went off and your heart rate accelerated as Eddie got up to turn it off. He then sat back on the floor and gathered you up in his arms. He was ready to see the results but he knew you weren’t so he was going to hold you as long as you liked.

You looked up at him and he could see your face getting pale. It was as if you had just seen a ghost. There was so much riding on the situation and you were so nervous that you almost didn’t want to know.

Eddie on the other hand, couldn’t have been more excited to see what the results were. He had a feeling that it was going to be positive and was trying to fight back a smile thinking about. How you were going to celebrate. How you were going to tell your friends and family. He was just so fucking excited for his future with you.

Central Park, New York City, 1993

You stared at yourself in the mirror as your hair was being styled. Your makeup had already been done and you had to admit that you had outdone yourself. It was the best work you had ever done.

You watched your mother help the girls with their outfits through the mirror and your heart warmed at how well she got along with them. You hadn’t wanted a bridal party, but the girls still wanted to be in the room with you while you got ready for your big day. They were all smiles and were all talking about how excited they were for you to take the next chapter in your life.

You weren’t nearly as nervous as you thought you’d be on your wedding day. In fact, you weren’t nervous at all. You were so excited. Excited to marry the man that you loved. Excited to see him up there in his tuxedo and the inevitable tears that were going to fall when he saw you.

Once you got your finishing touches from the girls, they exited the tent to head to their seats. It was then that it was your turn to walk down the aisle. You decided to walk by yourself, insisting that your father sit, and headed down the aisle as your small audience stood for you and the music began to play.

You walked slowly, trying your very hardest to not step on your dress. You looked at Eddie and both of you stared at each other in shock. You had never seen him in a suit considering his very low-key style was and the look really worked for him. His hair was pulled back into a loose bun, some strands hanging around his face that had fallen out. His hands were locked together and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Eddie had always thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, but seeing you in that moment, really solidified it for him. Your dress hugged you in all the right places and your veil had hung so gracefully around you.

You got to the alter and you didn’t miss the misty look in Eddie’s eyes. Seeing him cry made you tear up as well, which always seemed to happen when you saw other people cry.

Eddie was quick to hold you by your hands and you stared at him, admiring the way that the sunlight made his dark brown eyes seem lighter. That was your favorite feature of his. You loved how expressive they were. That little twinkle that was always there unless he was talking about something serious. That was always his telltale sign that he was being truthful.

You could hear the officiant speaking, but you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. You were too focused on Eddie and his pretty face. Just by looking into his eyes, you could perfectly imagine your life together. You had still wanted the dog and kids and the cute house with the picket fence and Eddie was more than willing to give those things to you.

Eddie hadn’t been paying attention either. He was also imaging his future with you and it was the exact same as yours. He could imagine your children running into your bedroom to wake you up. The two of them shamelessly getting into the bed with you, the dog not far behind. You’d all then go to the kitchen and you’d make the kids breakfast because Eddie couldn’t cook to save his life. And he’d watch you as he drank his coffee, wondering how the fuck he got so lucky to have you in his life.

You put your rings on each other’s fingers and Eddie found himself staring at his. If anyone had told him three years prior that he’d be getting married, he would have laughed in their face. That was never in the cards. First of all, until he had gotten famous, barely anyone had spared him a second glance. He couldn’t see himself with anyone and that was the way he liked it.

But then you had come into the picture. You were beautiful and smart and clever and you liked him. Out of all the men you could’ve had in The Ruby Room, you chose him. He was the one you made out with in the bathroom. He was the one who got to take you home and did things to you in that hotel room that made you feel more pleasure than anyone else had. You had chosen him and he couldn’t have been more grateful.

“You may now kiss the bride.” Eddie didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled you into his arms and planted one on you. He tried his hardest to keep it PG since you had an audience even though he really wanted to stick his tongue in your mouth. He was just going to have to save that for the honeymoon.

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

Eddie and you were still on the floor of the bathroom, the test still sitting on the counter unread by either of you. It was too scary. You had been trying to have a baby for close to a year and with the not missed periods, timing the sex just right, and the multiple doctors visits, it was taking a toll on your mental health.

The doctors had told you that because of the shape of your uterus, it was going to be difficult, but not impossible to get pregnant. And if you did get pregnant, it still had a high chance of being a very healthy baby.

You tried to be happy, you really did. But you couldn’t help like it was all your fault. Eddie had done everything right and even after multiple attempts, you still hadn’t gotten pregnant. That very much sounded like your fault to you. The doctors had told you that there was nothing wrong with you and that sometimes it just takes a few tries. Well, how many tries was it going to take?

You stood up from the floor and turned your back to Eddie, covering your face with your hands. He was going to have to read it because looking at yet another test and seeing the negative sign was just going to make you sick.

“You read it. I can’t look at it.” Eddie slowly stood and stared at you, feeling his heart break at how tired you seemed.

“Are you sure?” He wanted to be absolutely positive. He knew how quick you were to change your mind sometimes.

“Yes, please. Just do it.” Eddie moved to the counter and picked up the test, holding it delicately in his hands like he thought it was going to break.

His heart raced as he looked down at the little window to see the results. Right there smack dab in the middle was a pink little plus sign. He slowly looked up at you, trying to hide the grin on his face, but failing. Your back was still to him, your hands still covering your eyes.

“Honey, can you look at me for a second?” You ignored him, your chest getting tighter, your anxiety at an all time high.

“Honey, please. Need to see that pretty face.” He rested a hand on your shoulder and you slowly turned to face him, removing your hands from your face. You were looking down at your feet, afraid to look up at him, afraid to finally know if you were pregnant or not. Eddie hooked his finger under your chin and forced you to look up at him. He held the test up for you to see, a huge grin on his face as he did it.

“Angel, it’s positive,” he told you and you quickly took the test from him, wanting to see for yourself. Sure enough, there was the little plus sign staring back at you. You really are pregnant. It wasn’t the dream you had been having since you had started trying.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you said in shock, your eyes wide. You almost couldn’t believe it, but false positives weren’t very common so it had to be true.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” Eddie replied, pulling you into a hug. You found yourself tearing up and Eddie wasn’t far behind. You both had wanted this baby so badly and now you got it. They were years of pure joy.

Eddie pulled back to look at you and couldn’t help but pull you in for a kiss. You couldn’t keep your smiles off your face as you did so, your teeth constantly knocking together. But that didn’t matter. You were just too happy that you couldn’t stand it.

Eddie reluctantly pulled away from you and took you by the hand, pulling you into the bedroom. He went through his drawers clearly looking for something and stopped when he pulled out your Polaroid camera. He stood next to you and pointed the camera at your faces, making sure that the test was in the shot. You both grinned and he snapped the photo, waiting for it to print.

He set the picture on his bedside table and sat down on the bed, pulling you to him. He lifted your shirt and rest his hands on your stomach, tears welling up in his eyes again. You rested your hands on top of his and look down at him, knowing that he was going to be a great fucking dad.

He pressed featherlight kisses to your stomach, wanting the little one to know just how much it was going to be loved by the two of you. Especially you. You had been wanting this baby for so long and the fact that you were actually going to have it was a goddamn miracle.

Once the Polaroid was developed, Eddie grabbed and pulled you to the kitchen, the two of you practically running because of how fast Eddie was going. You got to the fridge that was littered with different Polaroids you had taken over the years. You and Eddie at that Halloween party all those years ago. Sheila had insisted that you have it considering how much it had meant to you. You and Eddie snuggled up in your bed, looking at each other with so much love. You and Eddie on your wedding day, sharing your first kiss as a married couple. And now the one of you and Eddie holding the pregnancy test already looking like proud parents.

Eddie stood behind you and rested his hands on your stomach as you looked at the photos of the life that you had created together. Unconventional, maybe, but it was still beautiful. All the moments you shared together that were frozen in time forever. You could look at them anytime you wanted. And you’d have your kids up there as well. By the time they grew up, you’d need an entirely different space to hold the photos.

Eddie turned you around to face him and pulled you in for another kiss, this one deeper than this others. This was one where he was pouring out his love for you. And goddamn did he love you so much. He then reached around you to grab the phone so you could tell your parents and Wayne that you had some very good news.

taglist: @josephquinnsfreckles @maskofmirrors

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x plus size reader

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fantasybellingham · 4 months

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Blackwood Pines.

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x female reader

Contains: explicit language, gruesome occurrences told in depth, sexual activities, death, mentions of inhuman creatures.

Face claim: Madison beer as y/n, Jude Bellingham as Jude, Trent Arnold as Trent, Marcus Rashford as Marcus, Declan rice as Declan and Selena gomez as Selena.

@bratzjunie , taglist.

“What lies beyond the veil of death is, after all, the ultimate unknown. And what could inspire fear more than the terror of uncertainty?”

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 ➴

Every year, a group of young friends travel to an isolated ski lodge deep in the mountains for their annual retreat. When a mean-hearted prank goes awry, two of the friends are driven out into the icy darkness and are never heard from again.

the remaining six are invited to that same ski lodge to commemorate their friends' deaths. But when mysterious and deadly occurrences begin to happen, it quickly becomes clear that someone or something is out for blood... and not all of them might make it out alive.

Gripped by fear and with tensions in the group running high, you’ll be forced to make snap decisions that could mean life or death for everyone involved.

Jude and his friends are forced to live with the reason why Selena had ran off of his mean-hearted prank as he blames himself for her disappearance alongside Hannah who had ran after Selena, both of them being sisters.

Beside the killer on the loose, there are creatures roaming Blackwood pine’s that goes beyond their imagination.

Life-and-death moral dilemmas - Place yourself in impossible situations where there is no right or wrong answer. Friend or foe, live or die – make these decisions before it’s too late.

Bonds reform, some get broken— some friends betray, but in the end, for what it seems, no longer will trust be ever rekindled amongst the tight knitted group.

This story is based of the plot line of the game ‘until dawn’. There will be changes here and there but for a big part it’ll be followed in big lines. Therefore, this is a slow-burn that gradually turns it’s purpose into romance and surviving within the story.

#jude bellingham x yn #jude x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham #fantasybellinghamworks #until dawn

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gothicgender · 3 months

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Salutations, welcome to my blog. I'm Blake but you can call me blaky or Liu aswell, however you prefer ! To say something about me I use they/them or neutral pronouns and want to become a writer. I may have bad grammar because I'm not english.

Requests - open

Request rules :

I will write for my fandoms because I'm more used to them.

The fandoms I'll write for are Hazbin Hotel, creepypasta, monster high, harry potter and maybe teen titans.

I am comfortable writing fluff, smut, angst, romantic, platonic and other stuff requested...tho I won't write smut that is too freaky or with weird kinks that I'm no comfortable with.

I can write fem, male and gender-neutral reader.

I can write headcanons or small fics about ships I also like because find it more easy then to write a ship I don't see happening or that I personally don't like.

I wouldn't like to be rushed with requests because it can be really stressful !

Do not be afraid to request and be specific with it !

Characters I will write for !

Hazbin hotel :

Chalie

Vaggie

Alastor

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Cherry Bomb

Rosie

The overlords (expect Valentino)

Lucifer

Lute

Adam (probably)

Mimzy (probably)

Katie Killjoy

Tom Trench

Ships I accept :

Charlie x Vaggie

Husk x Angel Dust

Valentino x Velvette x Vox (I believe they are poly)

Sir Pentious x Cherri Bomb

Carmila and Zestrial

Creepypasta :

Jeff the killer

Ben Drowned

Homicidal Liu

Bloody Painter

Ticci-Toby (probably)

Jason the toymaker

Candy Pop

Eyeless Jack

Hobo Heart

The puppeteer (maybe)

Kagekao

Laughing Jack

Nathan the nobody

Jane the Killer

Nina the killer (both versions)

Rogue

Kate the chaser

Nurse Ann

Suicide Sadie

Judge Angels

Clockwork

Zero

Lulu

Laughing Jill

Nemesis

Ships I accept :

Jane the killer x Mary (her canon wife)

Kagekao x Suicide Sadie

Bloody Painter x Judge Angels

Nurse Ann x Dr. Smiley

(other you can suggest)

Monster high (gen 1 or 2) :

Clawdeen Wolf

Draculaura Vike

Frankie Stein

Cleo de Nile

Lagoona Blue

Ghoulia Yelps

Abby Bominable

Jinafire Long

Iris Clops

Operetta

Robecca Steam

Rochelle Goyle

Scarah Screams

Skelita Calaveras

Spectra Vondergeist

Toralei Stripe

Purrsephone and Meowlody

Twyla Boogeyman

Venus McFlytrap

Marisol Coxi

C.A. Cupid

Casta Fierce

Elissabat

Clawdia Wolf

Viperine Gorgon

Deuce Gorgon

Clawd Wolf

Heath Burns

Holt Hyde

Invisi Billie

Jackson Jekyll

Neighthan Rot

Garrot du Roque

Kieran Valentine

Manny Taur

Ships I accept :

Clawdeen x Draculaura

Clawd x Draculaura

Cleo x Deuce

Abby x Heath

Ghoulia x Sloman

Frankie x Jackson

Spectra x Porter

Rochelle x Garrot

Scarah x Billie

Iris x Manny

Harry Potter :

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred and George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Lavender Brown

Parvati Patil

dean Thomas

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Lee Jordan

Angelina Johnson

Blaise Zabini

Pansy Parkinson

Tom Riddle

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greenglass

Millicent Bulstrode

Cho Chang

Padma Patil

Luna lovegood

Marietta Edgecombe

Penelope Clearwater

Michael Corner

Hannah Abbott

Susan Bones

Cedric Diggory

Ships I accept :

Harry x Ginny

Ron x Hermione

Neville x Hannah

Luna x Rolf

George x Angelina

Teen Titans :

Robin (Dick Grayson)

Starfire

Raven

Beast Boy

Cyborg

Bumblebee

Blackfire

Terra

Madame Rogue

Chesire

Punk Rocket

Ships I accept :

Robin x Starfire

Raven x Beast Boy

Jinx x Kid Flash

This is all so far ! Thank you for visiting my page.

#hazbin hotel #creepypasta #harry potter #monster high #teen titans #writing

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gumikpxp · 1 year

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Never gonna happen

Rocker AU

pairing: Radio-host!Gyu x femalerocker!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, angst, swearing minors din!

Synopsis: She's your modern day hannah montana. a goody too shoes to everyone who knows her, the perfect golden girl during the day. but when she's alone she's anything but allowing herself to let go of her perfect reputation. Then theirs beomgyu who's proudly part of the band txt and radio host of the schools most popular station. He hates her, but shes utterly enamored by him.

Taehyun rolled his eyes as he watched his bestfriend practically glare down the class president currently talking to their teacher about today activities. The bell was close to ringing for lunch.

"come on man she's not even paying attention to you. for someone who claims to hate her so much you sure do spend a lot of your time admiring her." Taehyun stated smugly earning a laugh from Kai who was on his side drumming on his desk with his drumsticks.

"i'm not admiring her. i'm praying she goes mute. i swear she never stops talking." Beomgyu huffed crossing his arms and turning towards his friends.

"i don't know gyu she's actually really nice." Kai shrugged looking at the girl. She wore a pair of dark skinny jeans and checkered vans. A long white sleeve shirt with a dainty gold necklace and a pink cardigan over it. Her dark brown hair tied into a bun showing off her gold and pearl earrings. finally a white face mask covering the bottom of her face. She was very health conscious.

"She's a priss."

"by definition that is not true." taehyun commented and beomgyu only groaned.

"whatever i don't want to talk about her anymore. let's talk about the track list for tonight's show."

"i can't believe they cut our set in half for open mic." Kai sighed disappointed but their conversation was cut short but the lunch bell ringing.

the three boys stood slinging the bags over their shoulders to leave and meet up with their hyungs almost out the door when a soft voice spoke up.

"Beomgyu!"

said boy froze and rolled his eyes holding his annoyed groan in.

"Yes class pres." he said with a sarcastic smile. If she caught it she definitely didn't have any reaction to it as her eyes creased from a smile.

"a song request! for toxdo tomorrow!" she said handing him a pink sticky note that was folded in a small heart.

"Cool thanks." he said taking it from her and she hummed before moving to her desk to eat lunch. Alone, as usual.

beomgyu shook his head and stifled a laugh before tossing the pink heart into the trash can and walking out the class.

"harsh much." Taehyun said to the long haired boy and beomgyu shrugged.

"it was probably some piano soundtrack that would put us to sleep and all our listeners."

Y/n sighed as she put a dash onto her notebook.

yet another song request in the trash if anyone ever finds them they'd make a killer playlist.

The five boys stood at their table in the corner of the small 18 and over club, the table was reserved for them since they were regular performers.

"So does anyone know any of any of the people playing tonight?" Yeonjun asked looking at his bandmates and they all shrugged all extremely drained from the bands that have previously played. Their was only one left.

The Love Abusers

"okay everyone today we have a girl group of three here to perform for the first time in front of a crowd! give it up to The Love Abusers!" The girl on stage spoke before rushing off and three girls walked onto the stage. One of drums, one on bass, and one at the guitar and mic.

they all wore black leather ankle boots except the singer she wore a pair of beat up converse ripped tights and a large distressed sex pistols shirt. Her arms littered in brackets and her dark messy hair cover a lot of her face since her bangs seemed to be overgrown. Her bandmates hand their hair slicked back and they wore sheer shirts and wine red bras underneath with black ripped skinny jeans.

"how's everyone night going so far?" the girl spoke into the mic her voice was smooth a low almost quiet to where the mic couldn't pick it up.

Beomgyu quirked an eyebrow at this. As the crowd answered to her voice extremely enthusiastic. This earned a chuckle from her and taehyun sucked air through his teeth at the sound.

"I wrote this song last night. I've been getting a bit tired of people expecting me to reach their standards... i'm sure you'll understand right guys." she spoke strummed her guitar gently.

she started her riff on her guitar as her bandmates clapped their hands gently behind her.

"this is Bad Day."

"i had a no good, really bad. messed up day and i'm stressed out super sad not okay. i'm never gettin better no it's not a phase."

The boys mouths dropped and the revelation of the bands talent and how quickly they got the audiences attention. Beomgyu seemingly in a trance at the lead singers way of delivering their lyrics and change of pace through out the song.

His eyes glancing down to her hands strumming her guitar as she completely took all his attention. Soobin looked at the younger and chuckled tapping their friends too look at the sight of their guitarist.

"i mean he always did say a girl who can play guitar better than him is hot." Taehyun teased earning a small laugh.

"shut up dude." beomgyu grumbled.

"and i like it that way." The girl finished. "thank you guys, you were great." she spoke warning a course of claps and cheers from the crowd as her and her bandmates left the stage.

"Wow! what an entrance! that was love abusers performing their original song Bad Days they'll be back on thursday if your interested in watching another set." The announcer spoke.

"Next up, a Crowd Favorite! TXT! welcome back to our favorite boys!"

a/n: their will be a playlist for this series! both with the songs of "Love Abusers" and y/ns Requests to the toxdo radio show if your interested it will be located on the series master-list!

song of the chapter- Bad Days by Charlotte Sands

#txt #tomorrow x together #beomgyu #txt beomgyu #txt taehyun #txt angst #txt smut #txt fluff #txt fanfic #txt soobin #txt yeonjun #txt heuningkai

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 9 months

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The Angel Maker: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: You still feel guilty for what happened to you and Hotch even though you shouldn't. If you had seen that bomb before getting blasted back, then maybe you wouldn't have so many problems with your "abilities".

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

Hotch and Emily headed over there while the rest of the team stayed back to work on the case. It turns out that the unsub wasn't the one who committed the crime, but Shara, the woman you and Rossi talked to. She figured if this killing spree could work for the unsub, then it could work for her.

It's already late, so you'll have to pick this up in the morning. The comment Emily made is stuck in your head for some reason. Why you're upset at this, you're not sure. You're sitting in the conference room and staring at Emily who is outside getting some coffee in the break room. You have a small pout on your face, and Spencer notices this when he enters the conference room.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you say and look away.

"Is it your head? Are you okay?"

"Spencer, I'm okay. I took my pain meds before we left the hotel, so I'm good."

The rest of the team filters into the conference room while JJ is on the phone with Pen. Penelope is working her magic in trying to find out who this unsub could be. According to her, four hundred and sixty-three children were born in the lower Canaan area between 2006 and 2008, so you'll have to narrow the list a bit more to get accurate results.

One of the letters Spencer decoded says, "I knew even before they told me that the future had taken root", which can only mean that it was the date of conception. The date of that letter was January 7th, 2007, so Pen had to look between August to September of the same year. With that, she came up with nine names, which is a lot more manageable.

After she sent over the names, your team got to work eliminating them. The Sheriff would know more about these names than you would, so you bring him in to try and help.

"Hannah Dreyfus was in an auto accident. She could barely walk. Shannon Conway moved away when the plant closed a year ago," the sheriff goes down the list.

"Any other names you recognize?"

"No, I'm sorry." The sheriff does a double-take and grabs the paper when he recognizes another name. "Well, this one here sounds familiar but I can't really place it. Chloe Kelcher."

"Chloe Kelcher. That is familiar," Spencer says and grabs the file for Cortland. "She was on the jury."

"That makes sense. She would have been exposed to the case evidence and seen firsthand what he did to his victims. That's when she fell in love with him, sitting across the courtroom every day."

"Well, it's one thing to have a relationship with a killer, and it's another to become one," the sheriff scoffs.

"There might have been an incident that prompted the transformation," Spencer says and looks into Chloe's file. "There's a death certificate here. Microvesicular steatosis. Her baby died at the hospital."

It looks like Chloe is your unsub, so your entire team heads over to her house, but like you assumed, she isn't home. The judge signed the warrant very quickly, so you're allowed to enter her house without getting into trouble. After a thorough search, everyone gathers in the kitchen.

"All right. We all know what the end game is. She's looking for her final victim. She may have already chosen one. Let's tear this place apart and look for anything that might tell us who she's targeted," Hotch says.

You, Hotch, and Derek head toward the bedroom and come across a child's nursery with glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling.

"Daddy's watching," you say and point to the stars.

"It must have devastated her to think that she could hold on to Ryan by having his child and then lose the baby. Completing his murders became the only way she could hold on to him."

Something isn't right. The second you entered the house, something felt off about the atmosphere. You pause and look around the room until you see it.

Cortland Ryan is sitting on top of some kind of chest located underneath the window.

"What is it?" Derek asks after he sees the look on your face.

Without saying a word, you grasp the end of the chest. As soon as you open it, Cortland mists away. Lying there inside is Cortland's rotting body.

"That's not the only way she's holding onto him," you gag.

"I assume that's who I think it is," Spencer says when he walks into the bedroom. "I have an appointment book here. There are meetings with Delilah Grennan and Maxine Chandler on the day of each murder."

"Sheriff, have you found her tools or the gun?" Hotch asks.

"Nothing yet."

"She has something for this morning: Faye Landreaux."

"She's a CPA," the sheriff sighs. "She does my taxes. She works out of her home."

"Let's go."

Your entire team heads over to Faye's house. As soon as you get there, you can feel how scared she is and also another energy: the unsub.

"My team's ready. Let's get in there," the Sheriff says eagerly.

"Sheriff, we didn't recover a gun at Chloe's house. We have to assume she's armed."

"So are we."

"If you storm in now, she'll shoot, and she'll start with Faye. We need to be smart about this," you say.

"What do we do?" Derek asks.

"I think you should look for an open window," Hotch takes charge. "Sheriff, I need you to bring all your vehicles around to the front, facing forward with lights off, and I need a megaphone."

The sheriff does what he's told, and Derek creeps around the house to try and find an open window to get inside. Chances are, she's locked all the doors so no one can get inside so Derek's only shot it getting through a window without alerting her.

"Hotch, you won't be able to get through to her," you say.

"No, but maybe you can," he says and hands the megaphone to you.

"Sir, the profile is clear. We won't be able to talk her down."

"No, but we can occupy her. If we're right about the MO, she's left a window open somewhere. Morgan will find a way in. We just need to buy him some time. Hit the lights," Hotch says to the sheriff.

Seconds later, lights flood the front of the house, no doubt letting Chloe know that you're here. You take a deep breath and clear your head.

"Chloe, this is the FBI. We know you're in there, and we know what you're trying to do. I know you think that finishing what Cortland started will bring you closer to him, but first, you should know who he really was. I know you thought you were special, but the truth is, he wrote the same things he wrote to you to other women. I've seen the letters." Hotch hands you copies of the letters for you to read to her. "Dozens read the same lines: 'Without the flesh, there is only the soul. You don't need to touch me to feel the love I have for you.' Does that sound familiar? Cortland wasn't who you thought he was. He was a narcissist, Chloe. He wasn't capable of loving anyone but himself.

"To Carla Kettinger, he wrote, 'Ever since your visit, I am crazed with thoughts of you. Already, you have entered my dreams. Each time you appear to me, I am embraced by a feeling of trust and belief as if I've known you all my life. It's clear to me now that you are my fate. We are destined to be together, and when I am gone, that will not change. I will live on in you. In death, our union will be eternal. All appeals are lost. Possessions matter little to a condemned man, but I cannot leave this world without seeing your face one last time.'

"It isn't your fault that he made you feel these things, Chloe. It isn't your fault your baby died."

That gives Derek enough time to get Faye out of the house because as soon as you're done speaking, you see Derek usher Faye to safety. Second later, you hear Chloe yell out in anger.

"It's over, Chloe. We have Faye. You have nowhere to go," you say into the megaphone.

Still, she doesn't respond.

"I think we got some tear gas. I'm assuming it's still good," the sheriff says.

"We're not gonna need it. She doesn't have any place to go."

"Well, maybe she'll do us all a favor and put herself down."

"She's not gonna do that, either. She's not done."

Just then, Chloe comes out of the house with the gun in her hand. All officers and agents draw their guns and point them at her, and she stops at the bottom step of the porch.

"Chloe, drop the gun!" Hotch orders, and repeats himself when she doesn't listen.

"I'm coming to you, baby," she grins at the sky.

She raises her gun to shoot knowing that everyone will shoot to stop her. She goes down in two shots, and you back away in pain from the gunshot. Rossi and Emily rush over to her, but she is already dead. Emily notices blood seeing from her jacket, and she lifts it to see the markings of the final constellation.

If we took her victim from her, then she became the last one.

With the case solved, your team gets ready to head to the airport. Hotch is in the police station finishing up, so everyone is waiting by the car for him.

"Hey, are you okay?" Spencer asks.

"Yeah, just tired," you sigh.

"Did anyone get directions back to the airstrip?" JJ asks when Hotch comes out with his bag in hand.

"This town's only got one road. We'll find it," Derek shrugs.

"Yeah, Morgan doesn't like to follow directions. You didn't know about that?" Emily laughs.

"Yeah, he likes to vibe it," Spencer smirks.

"Okay, smart ass. You drive," Derek says and tosses Spencer the keys.

He unlocks the car, and you're the first one in. The car has a row of seats behind the back seat, so that's the one you take. Spencer sees how much pain you're in, and he looks down at the keys in his hands. He likes driving every once in a while, but you clearly need him.

"Not this time," he says and hands the keys to Emily who takes them with a smile.

He sets his bag in the back before climbing in next to you. After putting both your seatbelts on, you shift and rest your head on his chest. He wraps an arm around you and kisses the top of your head.

You're always able to fall asleep a lot better when it's in his arms.

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joshfuckingkiszka · 2 years

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『summer heat - jtk』

jtk x f!reader

i'm sorry this took so long, i've been a bit of a wreck lmao. hope this is good enough for y’all.

THIS PIECE IS 18+ MINORS DNI

» requested

warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (once again, a given with me but wrap it up folks), and mention of the double standard of men being shirtless and women not being able to - FREE THE NIPPLE - anyways.

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Nashville humidity was an absolute killer. Luckily, your absolute angel of a best friend, Jake, insisted you attend a beach trip with his band. You had been apprehensive at first, of course, if only for looks. Who wants to intrude on a well-deserved vacation after a particularly grueling tour? Certainly not you - even if you really wanted to go.

However, he assured you that Kenzi and Hannah would be there as well, and you wouldn’t be intruding. He claimed you were “practically family”. For an unidentifiable reason, that struck a sore chord with you. But you brushed it off for Jake’s sake, and finally “conceded” to his demands.

“How many Fleetwood Mac shirts do you have, exactly?” Jake was laying horizontally at the end of your bed, his head resting on his hand.

“Not enough - and don’t say it like it’s a problem, Stevie is an absolute gem!” He rolled his eyes with a smile on his face as you dramatically threw your hands on your hips.

The drive there wasn’t entirely awful. Two separate vehicles was absolutely the better choice for your sanity, though. You’d manage to lose shotgun to Josh, who insisted on talking your ear off about some indie film he’d recently become obsessed with.

“What’s your favorite movie, Penny?”

“Don’t ask that question and use that nickname in the same sentence, you’ll sound stupid,” you told him jokingly. Josh often made fun of your - only slight - obsession with Almost Famous. After the guys had seen your numerous posters and decor inspired by the movie, they’d nicknamed you “Penny”.

On day three of your vacation, you’d awoken early to the stream of sunlight and the soft sound of waves hitting the shore. Downstairs, you found Jake, alone, strumming his acoustic on the couch.

“I think it’s pretty pretentious that you bring your guitar on vacation, Jacob,” you told him, sitting beside him on the couch, legs crossed.

“Well, Penny, you never know when inspiration will strike you.”

Deadpanning, you said, “I’m gonna strike you if you don’t take me to the beach.”

“You can’t wait until the group gets back?”

“Jake, they went hiking, it could be hours.” Leave it to Josh to find a hiking trail no matter where he went.

Rolling his eyes and letting out a playfully exasperated breath, he agreed and told you to hurry and put your swimsuit on before he left you. You knew he wouldn’t, though, he loved you. You were his best friend. Ouch, another sore chord.

He waited for you on the back porch, the beach house the guys had rented had a private beach only accessible to you guys. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned, his expression changing ever so slightly to one of surprise.

“What is that?”

“Look, Jacob, I know you don’t have a ton of experience with women but I do expect you know what a bikini looks like.”

Granted, was it a bit revealing? Perhaps, but you were a grown woman, for God’s sake. Regardless, you walked down the short pathway to the beach, occasionally bumping into each other on purpose. You laid your towel out on the sand, wordlessly handing him the sunscreen so he could apply it to your back.

His hands were cold and you shivered against his touch. You heard him attempting to stifle his laughter and elbowed him in the ribs. When he finished, you moved to give him the same treatment. Jake’s back was smooth and his skin was so warm, despite having only been in the sun for a few minutes.

After a second, he turned his head slightly to say, “Well, at least you don’t really have to worry about tan lines, I guess.”

“I could worry less if I didn’t have a top on at all.” It didn’t really have any double meaning behind it, just a true statement. “I mean, it’s not really fair, is it? Guys can take their shirt off, well, anywhere, really. But the second a woman does it, it’s a ‘problem’ and she needs to ‘cover up’. Such a fucking double standard, it’s not my fault I have more fat and tissue there than you do.”

“Penny, there’s no one else here. If you wanna take it off, I won’t judge you. It’s the human body, it’s natural and nothing to be ashamed of.”

You let his words ruminate for a minute, searching his face to ensure he was truly okay with it. Once you found no ounce of hesitation surrounding him, you reached behind you to untie your top, slipping it over your head.

His breath hitched for a second, and he eyed you carefully to make sure you didn’t hear it. When you laid back on your towel, drenched in sunlight appearing to him as an ethereal goddess, he knew you didn’t. The sunglasses you wore were big and orange, a genuine gift from Danny for your birthday.

You looked straight out of a 70s movie, one Josh would probably talk about for weeks. One Jake could watch for the rest of his life and never get tired of.

“Get in the water with me, Jakey,” you begged. He stood with a groan and raced you into the ocean. You let out a betrayed gasp when he splashed you, and began a battle of water. Running away from his torment, he chased you until he finally grabbed your shoulders, turning you pulling you into his chest. He wrestled with you for a second before dunking you into the cold water.

“I could kill you for that, Kiszka.”

With his signature smirk, his eyes boring into yours, he asserted, “I’d love to see you try.”

You threw yourself onto Jake, catching him by surprise and causing him to lose his footing, and took him under with you. When the two of you came up, it was all smiles and boisterous laughter until you both realized you were still pressed into his chest.

His smile died down and you couldn never miss the way his eyes flickered to your lips.

“Jakey?”

“Mhm?”

“Kiss me.”

It felt as if a wire had snapped within the two of you, all the years of tension building up to this very moment. His lips felt like they were branded into yours, and you didn’t mind. You never wanted to lose this feeling. Jake’s hands gripped onto your thighs and you took his hint and jumped. For a moment, you worried about falling, but his hold never faltered as he walked the two of you back to the house.

He laid you down gently on his bed, and, while you wanted him to absolutely take you, the look in his eyes told you he would always be gentle. It was you, after all. You realized, after a second of paused movements, that he’s taking it all in. The way your hair splays around you, how your legs curl up so that your feet dig into the soft comforter, and especially the deep breaths you take that make you look absolutely fucked out already.

Jake lowered himself gently on top of you, but you surely wouldn’t have minded feeling his entire body weight on top of you, at this point. His lips met yours, almost timidly, but you soon concluded he was attempting to control himself. You let him, seeing as how you’re already crossing a plethora of formerly-thought boundaries.

One of his hands reached up to cup your bare breast and you gasped at the contact. He pulled away to make sure you were okay, but upon seeing your eyes closed and mouth open at the sensation, he lowered himself to wrap his lips around your nipple. After giving what he determined to be enough attention to both, he began trailing his lips down your stomach. When he nipped just above your belly button, you scolded him.

“Hey! No marks.”

“Oops.”

He wasn’t sorry, and he wouldn’t pretend to be, either. You couldn’t even say you were that mad. If it wasn’t for the fact that the guys would never let you live it down, you would let him mark you entirely.

Wrapping his fingers around the waistband of your bottoms, he looked up to you for confirmation. You let out a quiet ‘please’ and then they were gone. The way he kept eye contact with you as his tongue delved into your cunt was absolutely sinful. Jake alternated between licking and sucking at your clit seemingly randomly, but it was so strategic. When he stopped you thought you were going to cry.

“Want you to sit on my face, pretty girl.”

He moved you to take your place on the bed, beckoning you onto him. Like any other girl, you didn’t intend on fully taking a seat, however his arms wrapped around your thighs, and you had no other option. Within seconds, you could barely hold yourself up, as if your entire torso was made of jelly. Steadying yourself, you planted your hands on his stomach, and it brought you closer to the edge to feel how his muscles twitched below your touch. Soon you were cumming on his face, and you worried about your grip potentially bruising his abdomen. You fell to his side, his hips beside your face.

Jake’s eyes were beautiful, you had always thought so. Seeing them in this new light, blown out by lust and admiration only brought out that beauty more. Quickly, he roughly planted his lips back on yours, as if they were meant to be there, and, gripping your hips as you had his, brought you back to the center of the bed. He didn’t even bother flipping you around, leaving it so that your head was at the bottom of the mattress.

Turning around for a split second, he grabbed a pillow and maneuvered it underneath your hips.

“Heard that this makes it feel better,” he explained.

In a minute, his swim trunks were on the ground and he was once again searching for that acknowledgement that it was okay to move forward. Once he had it, he was sheathed inside you and you both let out the same low moan.

“You okay?” His hand gently caressed your jaw.

Nodding, you told him breathily, “I’m great, please move, Jakey.”

“God, I love it when you call me that.”

He built his pace up, starting slowly to ensure that you were comfortable. When you moaned, he knew you were wordlessly telling him to go faster. It felt like you were gonna pass out - in a good way, of course - as he thrusted heartily into you, gripping your hips with an unexpected force, and left nearly bruising kisses to your neck.

The sensations were so overwhelming, and you quickly felt your peak approaching once again. It didn’t help hearing those grunts escaping Jake, you’d heard them when he was playing. Within this - much different - context, you thought you’d never been able to hear them again without wanting him to ruin you.

“Cum for me, baby.” That did it. You let out a drawn out moan as you came, and soon he was doing the same.

For a minute, you laid there attempting - but not wanting - to come down from the euphoric pleasure. You felt his hand on your jaw once more, caressing the soft skin of your face. His thumb ran over your swollen lips and you turned to smile at him.

“You know I’ve always kinda been in love with you, right?”

“Good. ‘Cause I’ve always kinda been in love with you too.”

The front door was shut loudly and you heard two boisterous voices. They quieted down for a second before you heard Josh.

“Who the hell tracked all this sand in the house?!”

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Until The Break Of Dawn Ch. 5 (Josh Washington x Reader)

Summary: You all find out about Josh's prank and the situation escalates. (Female Reader) Warnings: Fighting. Mild violence (Mike slapping Josh). Mild Gun Mentions. Talk about Reader's past. Talk of Josh's mental health and him dissociating. Reader and the Characters not knowing how to really handle his breakdown. Mike being an Ass but apologising later on. Specific warnings will be posted in the notes of each chapter. No Y/N, Petnames (Honey) Author's Note: You can find the previous chapter here. When I say the other characters are overwhelmed with Josh's mental health and his breakdown, I don't mean that they treat him badly when they realise that he's dissociating but they simply don't really know how to properly help him, so Reader just resorts to trying to keep him calm. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49644949/chapters/125304784#workskin

Your day kept going from bad to worse.

Once you had arrived back at the lodge you had gotten separated from Chris and Ashley. A loud noise had prompted the two of them to investigate and the door had fallen shut behind them. Now you were wandering the dark lodge alone, calling out for your friends and trying to find another way to get to them. Despite having been at this lodge a lot throughout the last year it was still hard to find your way around it in the dark.

It was Ashley’s screams that alerted you to the fact that she was in the basement. Quickly, you followed the sound of her screaming, running down the stairs, and doing your best not to trip. But you stopped when Sam and Mike rounded the corner, almost screaming in surprise when they saw you sprinting down the stairs.

“Good to see you’re safe.” Sam said before looking you up and down. “What happened to you?”

“Long story. We need to find Ashley first.”

“It’s coming from behind this door.” Mike exclaimed and tried to open it but the door didn’t budge. “Something is blocking it. Help me push.”

You and Sam quickly joined him, pushing against the door and trying to move whatever was blocking it from the other side. Thankfully, the door soon budged and opened, sending you all tumbling into the room behind it. You nearly fell but Mike caught you by the arm.

The scene on the other side made your blood run cold. Ashley and Chris were strapped to chairs on either side of a table and a gun in his hands. Before you could even ask what had happened or move a muscle to help them, the door on the other side of the room opened and a man in a mask stepped out, his voice menacing as he began mocking you all.

Sam took refuge behind Mike as Ashley started screaming at Chris to do something. He took the gun and aimed at the man, firing two shots at him. But the bullets did nothing, only spurring the man’s mockery as he laughed at Chris for firing blanks at him. Then he took off his mask.

“Josh?”

You didn’t give him time to speak, nor did you give anyone the chance to react because you immediately ran over to him, embracing him tightly and breaking down in tears. Despite what him revealing himself as the killer meant you couldn’t help the relief and joy you felt as you realized he was alive. His arms hesitantly found their way around you as you sobbed brokenly, all the fear and grief you’d felt in the past few hours leaving you in the form of tears.

“I thought you were dead! I was looking for you for hours and-- but you’re alive!”

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

Chris’ words snapped you out of your relief and you withdrew from Josh immediately, staring at him in shock and confusion. The realization that he had tricked you into thinking he had disappeared and then died after what had happened to your father made your tears of relief quickly turn into anger.

“I thought you were dead!”

“It was a joke, Honey.” Josh defended himself, giving everyone a wide grin. “Don’t you all think this is fair after what you put Hannah and Beth through?”

“I didn’t do anything to them.” Sam hissed as she approached him. “And neither did your girlfriend or Chris. Even for everyone else’s involvement, this is way out of line.”

Josh shook his head, eyes narrowing at Sam. “You all did worse things to my sisters but they didn’t get to laugh it off. They’re dead!”

“None of us are laughing!” Mike snapped, rearing up at him and getting closer while Sam freed Chris and Ashley. “You put us all through--”

“I trusted you!” You interrupted Mike, glaring at Josh as pain seeped into your voice and you tried your best not to scream at him. “You know what happened to my father, about my guilt, about my grief and you decide the best way to prank me is to make me think my boyfriend disappeared in the woods? You made me think you were dead!”

Josh seemed genuinely taken aback by the terrible sadness in your voice. He took a step forward, gingerly reaching out for you but you ducked away, turning your head to hide your tears and calm down. Sam stared at Josh, desperation in her voice when she started speaking again.

“Josh, this is a cry for help. We can help you, okay? Let me help you!”

“This isn’t a cry for help.” Josh huffed at Sam’s words and shook his head. “You’re just mad that I pranked you. No one got hurt!”

“No one got hurt?” Mike snapped, squaring up at Josh. “You killed Jessica! She fell down into the damn mines because you put her there and now she’s dead!”

“I didn’t touch Jess.” Josh shook his head, taking a step back as Mike approached. “Mike, I swear, I didn’t hurt her. To be fair, I did cut off the power and-- and I put some small practical pranks along the way but-- but I didn’t hurt Jessica.“

“You pulled her out of the cabin, through the fucking window, and dragged her off to the mines. And you’re going to fucking pay for it!”

Before anyone else could react Mike slapped Josh in the face, knocking him out and sending him to the floor. Chris and Sam pulled him back while you got to your knees next to Josh to check on him. You stared at Mike in disbelief while Ashley took a few steps back from everyone, cradling her hands to her chest in fear before looking up at her friends in shock.

“Michael, what the fuck?”

“Mike, Jessica is alive!” You exclaimed, hand cradling Josh’s face as you looked back up at Mike. “And what happened to her was not Josh’s fault!”

“Your opinion is less than objective!” Mike snapped at you, shaking his head at you. “The second you saw him, you fell into his arms! He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her through the fucking window. And before I could even get to the porch, he was gone!”

“What?” Sam frowned at Mike’s words. “How would he have done that? He may have been an asshole and pranked us but he doesn’t have superhuman strength or speed to pull that off.”

“Exactly!” You agreed, nodding vehemently. “She’s alive.”

“Why are you even standing up for him? He tricked you and made you think that he was dead! Or are you so happy that at least one person you went on a nature trip with didn’t fucking die that you forget what he put you through?”

Everyone quieted down at that and you had to take a deep breath to not scream at Michael for what he had said. Instead of doing that you decided to focus on Josh, leaning down to check for any injuries he might have had sustained from the fall to the ground.

“Mike, over the line.” Sam said sternly before looking back at you. “How do you know Jessica’s alive?”

“Because I saw her.” You swallowed, taking a deep breath as you began to recount your experience in the minutes. “While I was looking for Josh I fell into the mines through a hole in the ground. There’s a system of old mine shafts stretching way further through the mountain than we thought. And I was looking for a way out when Jess called out to me. We walked together for some time but then these-- these monsters attacked us and we ran.”

“We saw some of those mine shafts on our way to the guest cabin but they didn’t lead anywhere.” Mike mused before looking at you. “Where is she now?”

“We got separated.” You whispered mournfully. “That creature came after us and while she went left, I lured it down a tunnel to the right. I managed to get out but-- but I don’t what happened to Jess.”

“You left her there?”

You’ve had enough of Mike’s accusations then and jumped up to approach him. “I had no other choice! That thing cut off the way and I ran!”

Sam looked at you with a deep frown. “What kind of creatures were down there?”

“Probably part of Josh’s prank.” Ashely whispered. “Who knows what he had planned for the rest of us.”

Sam shook her head quickly, looking back at Ashley. “No, it wasn’t. No one really knew how far these mine shafts stretched and a lot of access ways were blocked off or caved in. During the search for the twins everyone probably only managed to scratch the surface of how deep these tunnels go.”

“And those things were definitely not part of any prank.” You said fearfully as you remembered the creatures you encountered. “They were real. They looked like corpses, emaciated and horrifying, sharp claws and teeth.”

“A Wendigo?”

“What?” You turned to Sam in surprise. “Like the Native American legend?”

“Yes, like the legend.” Sam explained, looking relieved that one person in the room seemed to recognize what she was talking about. “While I was waiting for the water to warm up in the bath I found a book about mythology and-- and these creatures sound oddly familiar to Wendigos.”

“So there just happened to be a book on mythology lying around for you to find?” Mike scoffed and crossed his arms. “Sounds like part of Josh’s prank to me.”

“No, I left it there last year. Don’t you remember me bringing it with me the last time we were all here together?” You raised an eyebrow at Mike. “I must have forgotten it here and when we were up here searching for the twins I obviously didn’t have the time to go get it.”

“You were probably in on his prank!”

“I was not!” You hissed at him. “There are monsters in the mines, Em and Matt are still out there and Jess is in the mountain with these things! We need to all go and find them whether you believe me or not!”

Ashley shook her head in fear, once more cradling her hands to her chest. “No way we’re going down there.”

“What do we do with Josh?” Chris finally spoke up, looking at his friend. “We can’t just leave him here.”

“We tie him up in the barn.”

“Are you insane, Michael?” You screeched at that suggestion, getting in between your friend and Josh. “No way we’ll tie him up there!”

“You don’t get to decide that. Chris, help me get him.”

Shaking your head, you stood your ground and extended your arms to shield Josh. “I am not letting you tie him up in the barn. That’s way too dangerous with those monsters still out there.”

“There are no monsters out there.”

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The wind howled around you as you followed Chris and Mike down one of the snowy paths to the barn while they dragged Josh along. They managed to get him to the barn and tie him up just in time for him to wake up. Josh seemed confused, almost dazed as he tried to wriggle out of his ties but Mike just pulled them tighter.

“You can’t tie him up in there!” You exclaimed, grabbing Mike’s arm to tear it away from the rope. “Michael, stop!”

“Just fuck off!” Mike snapped and shook you off, nearly sending you stumbling to the floor. “This fucking prank has gotten out of control. And I’m still not a hundred percent sure you weren’t in on it!”

“You’re wasting valuable time here.” You pleaded, shaking your head in desperation. “Mike, I’m telling you the truth! I wasn’t in on it!”

“You ran straight into Josh’s arms as soon as you saw him! Do you honestly think I’ll believe you that you weren’t working with him?”

“Chris, back me up here. You saw how I reacted to Josh’s faked death and you know I wasn’t in on it!”

Chris sighed almost mournfully. “I’m honestly having a hard time figuring out what to think. I mean, Mike lost his fingers and Ashely and I were put through hell. And you went straight for his arms, defended him and now you’re trying to keep us from keeping him in the barn.”

“Because there are monsters in the mines.”

“How do we know the monsters aren’t part of the prank? How do we know you’re not in on it and this isn’t all just the next act?”

“Chris, why are you turning against me now?”

Mike turned to you again, shoving at your shoulder as you once more attempted to get to the ropes. “Because you were standing up for him after everything he’s put us through!”

“Oh, you wanna touch my girlfriend now?” Josh slurred and you all turned to find him glaring at Mike. “The idea of anyone hurting Jessica makes you so mad but now you wanna hurt my girlfriend? You’re a piece of trash, you know that?”

“Josh, stop.” Chris groaned, shaking his head at him. “You’re not making yourself look any better, you know?”

“I don’t know what happened to Jessica! But this asshole won’t fucking believe me!”

You watched as Mike rounded Josh to tie his wrists a little tighter, making sure to not give him any more wriggle room. And Josh was positively losing it at this point, ranting on about not being the one who had hurt Jessica, about how this had all been a prank, about how they should leave you out of this because you really hadn’t known. You were concerned, knowing full well that Josh wasn’t in a good mental state and that tying him up or leaving him alone would only make things worse. Chris was overwhelmed and conflicted about who to trust or stand up for. And though Mike still seemed angry you could see worry seeping into his expression.

“Has either of you ever seen him get like this?” Mike mumbled, looking back at you and Chris. “This incoherent, I mean?”

“Never.” Chris mumbled, rubbing his wrist in an attempt to soothe himself. “He hasn’t been taking his meds; that’s for sure. But I thought he was doing fine.”

“I’ve never seen him get like this, either. He seemed completely fine today and the past few weeks, too.” You mused, watching Josh in worry. “For weeks now, I’ve been spending so much time by his side because the anniversary of his sisters’ disappearance was coming up. But he kept insisting that he was fine and he really seemed like it.”

Chris looked at you before he sighed deeply. “I’ve really failed him.”

“And you betrayed me for Ashely!” Josh threw in with an angry glare. “Do you think she’ll want you after this? She’ll never get with you, Chris! Betraying your childhood friend for some girl and then never even getting some pussy? Maybe she just isn’t into fucking cowards!”

“Shut up.”

“Josh, shut the fuck up.” Mike snapped, weaker now. “Just shut up.”

“You two need to shut up! He’s obviously not in the right state of mind and you are not helping.” You shook your head and approached Josh, putting a hand to his cheek in the hopes of the gesture grounding him like it had done in the past. “Josh, Sweetheart, are you still with us?”

Josh blinked at you but his eyes weren’t focusing on yours anymore, just roaming your face aimlessly. “Have you come to rescue me, Honey? I am a damsel in distress, tied up by these fucking assholes over there and I need you.”

“Joshua, please.” You begged quietly, inching closer to his face. “I know you haven’t been taking your meds and you’re not in a good mental state right now but I know that we can work through this. We need your help. You just have to work with us here.”

He whispered your name in an airy voice before leaning into your touch and closing his eyes. You swallowed and kept your hand steady, whispering calming words at him and assuring him that he was not alone. When he finally looked up again, he seemed a little more focused but he was still not meeting your eyes.

“Good job, Sweetheart. We need your help, Joshua.”

“Will the monsters in the mines come and get me?”

“No, of course not.” You whispered, stroking his cheek comfortingly. “We’re not going to let that happen, okay? But you gotta work with us. I need to know if there are any more traps set up around the mountain.”

“Mike.” Josh slurred, leaning over on his stool to look at the other man in worry. “What happened to you?”

Mike just sighed, seemingly having calmed down. “Why don’t you go back to the lodge, Chris? Let everyone know that we’re fine. I think two of us are enough people to watch Josh.”

“A sleepover? Can-- can we order a pizza?” Josh asked quietly, still not focusing on anyone in particular. “Aren’t we going back to the lodge?”

“Not yet, Josh.” You said softly. “We’ll just stay here for a while. Mike will keep you tied up but I’ll stay with you to make sure you’re fine.”

“What about the monsters and Jess?”

“We’ll figure something out.”

Chris left and you spent the next twenty minutes sitting around with Josh and Mike, trying to get your boyfriend to talk to you. Mike was watching your efforts, sitting down on a nearby stool while you knelt on the floor next to Josh, trying to calm him down and get him to tell you whether or not there were more traps hidden on the mountain. He had known Josh for years but he’d never seen him in such a state and he was glad you were there because even though you’d previously stated that you had never seen him like this either you seemed to know what you were doing. Josh looked scared and panicked but your presence was apparently grounding him at least a little bit.

To Mike, it was no surprise that Josh seemed calmer in your presence because you had been a constant to him during this difficult time. But you weren’t just kind and caring with Josh. You were like that with all your friends, even when you yourself were not doing well and Mike felt terrible for all the things he’d said to you, especially the comment regarding your father. When he called out your name you looked up.

“I’m sorry I went off at you like that.”

“It’s alright.” You mumbled, shaking your head dismissively. “You were scared and worried for Jess. I get that. I mean, I yelled at Chris and Ashley earlier because I thought they were trying to prank me with Josh’s faked death. We’re all just really on edge. It’s fine.”

“And I’m especially sorry for what I said about your father. That was way out of line and I apologize.”

“It’s alright. Let’s just maybe talk about something else.”

Mike eyed you for a few seconds before nodding. “Just so you know, what happened was not your fault. Going through that at such a young age must have been terrible and I can’t even imagine how much Josh disappearing scared you.”

“Josh has always been there for me, you know?” You explained, standing up and placing a hand on Josh’s shoulder. “Have I ever told you how I met him? I mean, we shared almost all of our courses, we did a few projects together and got along as well as two classmates would, but I really met and befriended him after my father’s disappearance.”

“How so?”

“I was at the guidance counselor after I had gotten back to school. And she was a downright asshole, telling me that I should be glad no one had found a body yet and that I needed to focus on school now. I was sobbing and crying when I left -- I was only twelve years old at the time. So when we were done I hid under the stairs to the recess area and cried my eyes out. That’s where Josh found me. He had been on his way to the counselor after pulling a prank with Chris. He spent an hour comforting me, talking to me and just holding my hand. Eventually, the counselor found us and sent us to detention because I hadn’t gone back to class and Josh had never shown up for his appointment with her.”

“That counselor is going to leave people needing another counselor. She sounds like a terrible person.”

“She really was.” You shrugged before giving Mike a small smile. “But the silver lining of having to deal with her is that I got to meet Josh. He invited me home that day after detention and we spent hours watching horror movies. The first movie we watched was SAW and that’s why he chose a promposal themed after that movie when he asked me out in Junior Year.”

“They never did find your father, did they?”

“I mean, he was pronounced dead eventually but we never got to bury him.” You explained quietly. “And lately, my mom and I have just not gotten along as well as we used to. We have been fighting a lot over the last year because I spent so much time helping Josh. She felt neglected and she let it out on me. So, I spent more and more time with Josh, both of us being there for each other. I love him so much. Seeing him this terrified is so painful and while I understand that what he did was horrible, I feel like we shouldn’t keep him tied up here.”

“I’m sorry but I think keeping him like this is for the best.” Mike sighed softly. “But I’m glad you and Josh managed to be there for each other. I know he shut most of us out, so I’m glad that at least a few people could be there for him.”

“He’s been pretty secretive for the past few months, though. I remember one night while I was sleeping over when I woke up to find him gone and after looking for him for twenty minutes I found him in the study. He quickly shoved what he was doing away, telling me not to worry about it, and went back to bed with me.” You looked up at Mike with an apologetic expression. “In hindsight, I should have worried about it.”

Mike shook his head. “I know I accused you of helping him but now I see that it wasn’t your fault.”

“I should have known what was going on. I spent so much time with him. I should have noticed something was off.”

Before Mike could answer you heard Josh call out your name and you looked down to find him watching you, eyes now much more focused. When you asked what was wrong, he seemed much clearer and more comprehensive in his answer.

“Are there actually monsters in the mines?”

“Yes.” You nodded, once more kneeling down next to him and reaching out to stroke his cheek. “But I promise that none of them will get to you.”

“Josh, dude, we’ll watch out for you.” Mike promised. “I mean, I don’t know if I believe your girlfriend about that whole monster story but if there really are monsters, I’ll make sure they don’t get to you.”

“You’ll fight them off?”

“I’ll fight the monsters off, I promise.”

You quickly stood back up at Mike’s gentle and friendly way of talking to Josh, seeing your chance to get everyone back into the safety of the lodge. “Mike, can’t we take him back to the lodge? We can tie him up in there if you guys insist on that but we’d be much safer if we’re all there together.”

Mike thought for a few seconds before he nodded in agreement. “You’re probably right. I mean, we can keep an eye on him at the lodge, too. You wait here with Josh and I’ll ask everyone else, okay? I’ll give you my flashlight and you two wait it out here. Give me ten minutes.”

“Good idea.”

Mike clapped you on the arm once before leaving. You stayed back at the barn, crouching down next to Josh again as you waited for Mike to return. It wasn’t even five minutes later when you heard someone screaming and you quickly recognized that it was Emily, calling out for help and sounding absolutely terrified. Despite your better judgment you promised Josh you’d be right back and ran outside to help her, knowing full well what terrifying things were out there.

You made it halfway down the trail to the lodge when you ran into her. Emily breathed your name in relief and quickly ran up to you, ranting on and on about the creatures in the mines. After calming her down and telling her you believed her, she decided to go back to the lodge but you refused to go with her, explaining to her that Josh was alive and in the barn. Before either of you could make the decision to go get him a screeching noise sounded behind you and she grabbed your hand to pull you after her toward the lodge.

The two of you made it no more than five meters before one of the creatures jumped from the trees, landing on the ground in front of you, screeching and getting ready to attack. You separated, both falling backward into the snow and quickly trying to scramble back to your feet. When you got back up you saw that Emily had taken off in the direction of the lodge, looking back once so she could yell at you to follow her. But before you could do anything the creature cut off your way and in your fear, you sprinted into the forest, away from both the barn and the lodge.

You ran for what felt like hours but was most likely just a few minutes, eventually turning onto a path that led you back toward the barn. It was hard to keep going through your exhaustion, the cold, and your injuries from falling into the mine but you knew Josh needed your help. You only stopped when you collided with someone and upon looking up you saw that you had once more collided with Chris. But he wasn’t alone. Next to him stood a tall man, dressed in thick layers and with a scar adorning his face, a flamethrower strapped to his back.

“Is she with you?” The man asked, turning to Chris. “Where did she come from?”

“She was with my friend at the barn.” Chris explained before looking at you. “What happened? Where is Josh?”

“I heard Emily scream and ran to check on her. One of these creatures cut off our way and I ran away.” You looked at the man next to Chris. “Can you help us save Josh? He’s all alone in that barn!”

The man nodded and began moving again. “Come on. You can come with us and help. But you have to stay close by and be quiet.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, looking over your shoulder to find Chris following you. “Who is that man?”

“Long story.”

“We don’t have the time to explain.” The man said in a gruff voice, fixing Chris with a serious expression. “Keep moving or your friend is as good as dead.”

And as if to cement his claim a terrified screaming erupted from the direction of the barn. It was unmistakenly Josh’s voice and he was calling out to you, screaming your name and pleading for you to come back. You were running in his direction before either the man or Chris could stop you, but they quickly followed.

You just hoped you would be fast enough.

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Tickle Alphabet: Lotte

(All letters are covered except for Z for obvious reasons. Game can be found here)

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

Cuddles. Lots and lots of cuddles.

B: Bondage | How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?

She’s very uncomfortable with it

C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

She’s screwed both ways. Thanks to Hannah’s constant rumor spreading, pretty much the entire school knows her death spot, and as a ler, she can’t run all that much.

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

Belly. Tummy. Stomach. Midriff. Any way you call it, she’s dead.

E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

She has enough trust where she can just ask for it.

F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

She’s way too ticklish to fight back.

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

She secretly loves it. Can barely take it, but loves it.

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

As a ler, she’s too nice to do any rough tickles.

I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?

She’d give up before it even started.

J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

She loves the sound of laughter. Although she’s kinda insecure about hers.

K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?

L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

All soft and bubbly and cute and aaaaaaaa

M: Mornings | Their tickle behavior during mornings?

Extra vulnerable to tickles.

N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?

Sleepy tickles far more common.

O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

Not really.

P: Partner In Crime | If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?

Akko. She and Akko have a special connection, so they could work together to make a lee crazy.

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

She hesitantly says “yes”

R: Role | Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

Lee, but because of Akko she’s mostly a Ler.

S: Safeword | If they were to suggest the safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?

“Fluffy”

T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

She’s too nice to do any teasing.

U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

Only the normal stuff.

V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

Akko, a lot of comfort tickles happen between the two of them. It’s like a sort of love language.

W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

Lotte can say the t-word

X: X-Over | In a crossover AU, which other fandom character would be a fitting tickle fight opponent for them and why?

Nazuna from BNA because they’re both very lee coded side characters lol.

Y: YOU | Any personal self- or reader-insert tickle fantasy / headcanon to share with this character?

Obviously. So many ideas I can’t answer a question with them. I should write a Lotte x reader tickle fic lmao.

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chapter 003 — “hannah” written

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1:20 am

y/n didn’t exactly know how to react when she first saw the dispatch pictures of her and her best friend

she of course panicked knowing she would be in so much trouble, she was already getting hate due to the jungwon scandal and now she’s in a dating rumor barley two days of after her debut.

she scrolled through the post soompi posted looking at people commenting on it saying how she’s weighing new jeans down already

all she could do is hope for yg or hybe entertainment to reply with a statement clearing her and haruto’s name, but she doubted that people would stop hating on her.

3:10 am

she couldn’t sleep.

that’s how she ended up in a park bench nearby eating a cookie that she bought for two dollars at the convenient store on her way to the park

shit ! she dropped the cookie, she sighed looking at at the cookie she payed for, she chuckled, feeling as if the whole world was against her at the moment

she silently cried looking up at the stars not knowing what would happen once everyone was awake looking at the news and especially how her manager was going to react.

“hey” she heard a voice, quickly wiping her tears away, she sat up and looked around locking eyes with a pretty tall guy who had a confused expression

“you okay?” he asked, she stayed quiet just nodding quickly standing up “y-yeah, you can sit here if you want, i was just leaving anyways”

“wait” he grabbed her hand “your y/n, right?” y/n stopped looking back up at the guy again realizing that he was an enhypen member, she knew because of how she searched up jungwon when the scandal happened and so she checked out the rest of the members…he’s niki? she thought

“no it’s hannah” she blurts out, he smiles “well then hannah, why were you crying?” he asked for the third time, sitting down at the bench she was just sitting at

she looked over at the empty space next to him “what are you doing here?” she questioned, why would he be out here alone at three in the morning ?

“i asked a question first…hannah” y/n sighed sitting down next to him, “you know” she said and she was right, he did know both reasons actually

“no, no i don’t” she looked over at him and rolled her eyes “you’re that niki guy, i know you know why, it’s about your friend and something else”

niki eyes widened, she knows who i am ! because of jungwon…

“and you’re that y/n girl, so yeah i do know unless you’re actually hannah and you look a lot like that y/n girl!” he joked

it stayed quiet for a bit, the wind blowing slightly both of them looking at he ground “i dropped that cookie” she chuckled pointing at the cookie she dropped earlier “i started crying after that because i felt like life was being messing with me at that point”

niki looked over at the girl who was still looking down at the cookie on ground “i don’t know, i feel like im overreacting, i couldn’t sleep and ended up scrolling through some comments on some posts about me”

the same posts niki had read, wondering why everyone was hating on a girl who they didn’t even know calling her such harsh words

“soompi and dispatch suck” he complained “you know, i’m pretty sure jungwon didn’t mean it like that”

he knew jungwon didn’t mean it like that but didn’t say anything because then he would have to tell her how he was also silently saying “pick me choose me love me” but only jungwon got caught saying it out of context

she stayed silent before changing the topic “my turn, why are you here?” he shrugged “i go out at night sometimes and nobody notices”

“what if your a serial killer at night and an idol during the day and i’m your next victim?” they both laugh

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not to be horny on main but the bassline in '39 on the live killers album makes me n u t

#john deacon #queen #queen band #'39 #live killers #freddie mercury #brian may #roger taylor #john deacon x reader #lmao this is gonna get blocked by my own blacklist #bass #classic rock #70s music #70s #hannah rambles #music

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Reader- 27 (Part 3/Finale)

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Alright you weenies, here’s the last part of 27....

I realized I’ve also made an error, I forgot that they already killed her other boyfriend, so let’s say the ex they killed in the previous chapter was a different ex.

leggo

...

Today was the day and you were excited.

Vengeance, the cherry on top, the final piece of this damned puzzle. You had snapped. You were completely bloodthirsty now and you WISHED someone would try to stop you. You had come a long way. A VERY long way. It was safe to say both Billy and Stu rubbed off on you a tremendous amount and you were absolutely fucking ready!

It didn’t help that you had two killers hyping you up to all hell. From Billy whispering how many hours were left in the day to Stu commenting about how hot he’d think it would be to have sex in a pool of blood.

When it came time to leave, the boys offered to walk you home.

“So who you gonna get first?” Billy held your hand as Stu stood your opposite side with an arm around your shoulder.

“Definitely the old man.” you declared. “I want to watch the life leave his eyes. He’s the reason behind all this.”

“How so?” Stu asked.

“He’s convinced I’m not really his child, he’s been trying to get me out of that house since I turned 12...” the guys noticed your significant mood change. “Nevermind that.” you shook your head. “My mom can fuck off with the rest of them, her and her can-do-no-wrong, perfect home bullshit.” you seethed. “I’ll explain while everything’s going down.”

...

“I’m home...if anyone gives a shit.” you grumbled the last part. You walked in to see your mother and father along with Hannah’s mother and father. They were all sitting at the table. Hannah’s mom and dad were bawling their yes out while your parents comforted them.

“Y/N...I’m glad your here.” you father spoke up. “We were talking about funeral arrangements.”

“For the daughter you wish you had instead of me? Not interested.” you rolled your eyes. “If you need me, I’ll be doing homework. Parentals, friends. Friends parentals.” you shortly introduced Billy and Stu to your folks.

“Nice to meet you.” Billy managed to express. Stu put on a fake smile and waved.

“Keep your door open so we can hear you!”

“Why would I close the door? You guys would just kick it open anyways.” you grunted.

You had no reason to be cordial with your family anymore, just because they wanted to put on a show for your guests, you’d give them a damn show.

“Y/N don’t talk to your mother like that.”

“Then I’ll talk to Hannah’s family.” you turned to the two mortified adults.

You could see Billy and Stu out of the corner of your eyes, both looking like they were about to burst out laughing.

“Y/N we have nothing against you.” Hannah’s mom wept. “We knew Hannah could be a bit much.”

“Hannah was much? Oh No Mrs. Doyle. Your husband screwing around with your teenage secretary was much.” you crossed your arms. “Your daughter was a fucking nightmare and I’m glad no one has to put up with her shit anymore.”

You wanted to see just how far you could take this before your parents exploded.

“Y/N L/N!” Your father rose from his seat, ready to storm over.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Stu was first to stand in front of you. “Mr. L/N with all due respect, I’d advise you against that.”

“And just who do you think you are?”

“The man whose about to be responsible for your funeral if you take another step.” Billy stood next to Stu, the both of them making a human wall, separating you from them. “Geez Y/N you weren’t kidding.”

“You should see our security camera footage.” you scoffed.

“Well this has been a lovely chat but we really must be going.” Mrs. Doyle stood to her feet.

“Oh nononono~” Billy sang with conviction. “Sit your asses down...let’s play a little game.” (I know Saw hadn’t been made yet, just go with it.)

...

Watching back the camera footage hurt a lot more than you thought it would. You couldn’t imagine how everyone else was feeling. Both of Hannah’s parents were tied up with blindfolds over their eyes. Stu had knocked out your dad and tied him to the table while Billy handled your mom, duct-taping her hands and wrists to a chair...

“Look at that. An innocent little girl...” Billy shook his head as he listed to your parents berate you to your face. You blocked everything out while you watched. How Hannah and her would smile in your face all the while being your biggest tormentors. How you couldn’t tell your mother or father because they never believed you the first ten times you tried.

It was all crashing down on you now.

There was an eerie silence as your crying voice filled your own ears. You were used to crying yourself to sleep by that time. All of this happening a little before you met the boys.

“Y/N, whatever you have to tell us, we don’t have to involve them.” your mother sobbed.

“Mommy....you’re crying.” your voice broke as you opened your mouth to speak for the first time in a couple of hours. “But what about when I was crying?....What about when I was in the hospital scared for my life? What about when you guys were threatening to ship me across country....” much like you did with Hannah, you kicked the chair sending your mother falling back.

“And you.” you turned towards your dad. “I know you don’t believe I’m your biological daughter...and guess what...I hope I’m not either.” you growled, staring down at the now cowering man. “You are pathetic...both of you.” you turned back towards the TV screen. A video of you in your bedroom (since your parents didn’t believe in privacy) was playing. You were on the phone with your friend Kyla.

“No, no I know Ky.” you laughed. You had a much different laugh than you do now. “...I don’t know, it’s hard to trust cute faces like theirs.”

Your eyes widened as you listened to what you were saying. Before you could go to turn it off, Stu had taken you in a hug. “Oh no princess, don’t be rude...let the video play!”

“Do I like them?....Maybe...okay totally!” you watched yourself squeal as you threw the pillow you were hugging across the room. “Kyla I wish you were here to see them THEY ARE SO-” you covered your mouth to stop from shouting too loud. “They are so cute and so hot and they wanna be seen with me!...of all people! No I’m not gonna make a move on them.”

“Awww Y/N has a crushy wushy on us!” Stu gushed. “We love you too baby!” Stu abruptly kissed you, right there. You almost forgot Billy was standing there.

“Woah...” you almost lost balance.

“Young lady! How dare you-” You father tried to said.

“Oh shut up!” Stu took it upon himself to finish the job.

(OKAY SHEILD YOUR EYES NOW)

Stu wrapped a hand around your dad’s neck and applied pressure, so much to the point where his face went blue within a mere 5 seconds. Stu laughed maniacally, only seeming to tighten his grip while Billy continued to antagonize your mother, laughing in her face while she watched the horror happen with her husband.

“Y/N...why?” your dad choked as he struggled.

“Why not...and while we’re here.” you shrugged. “I killed Hannah.”

“WHAT?”

You almost forgot Hannah’s parents were in the room, listening to everything go down.

“Oh yeah.” you shrugged. “Bitch had it coming...the better question is what should I do to you two.” you crossed your arms as you thought.

...(Time skip)

“Pretty isn’t it.” You gazed up at the stars.

“Not as pretty as you.” Billy flirted, using his sleep to wipe your face. As you all sat on the front steps of your porch, ambulances and cop cars lined up the street for many blocked.

“I agree.” Stu wrapped an arm around you waist. “Be honest, how do you feel?”

“I feel free.” you replied, letting out a large sigh. The cops had just finished questioning you. Your story was clear. Your dad lunged at your mom first and Hannah’s parents saw too much...then he accidently tripped and hung himself. Perfect crime. Billy and Stu were walking by when they heard your cries for help and they hopped in.

As to how you three managed to escape unscathed, they got you out of there in time just as he was hanging himself. As for the tapes playing on the T.V...they were watching old videos to find something to ground you for. (Something they usually did anyways.)

“Good.”

“I just don’t know where I’m gonna live now. My aunt lives the next city over and that’s a long drive.”

“Hm...just gonna have to live with us now!” Stu shrugged, we’ll all be like a married couple!

“All...as in-”

“Yes, the three of us.” Billy grabbed your attention. “Lucky you, eh?” He pecked your lips when the officers wasn’t looking just as Stu planted a smooch on the back of your head.

“Young lady.” the officer walked up to you three. “You’re lucky to have escaped them, that psychopath stabbed your mother 27 times...who does that?!”

You paused before you gave your answer. “I guess he was just fed up, officer.”

Stu tried hard to contain his laughter while Billy coughed into his hand, you all knowingly shared a look.

Yes...fed up indeed.

(So...I guess this slasher stuff might be a regular thing...I kinda like it)

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childhood secrets ~ hannibal lecter;hannibal

word count: 1711

request?: yes!

shady80smusicsingercolor “Hey! Can i request something

Hannibal l x reader

The reader kept her childhood a secret from everyone,until she was watching news about a teen getting bullied,she remembers her childhood and just cries.Hannibal notices and goes run up to her,ask what's wrong.She explain what happen,that her childhood friends used make fun of her,or calling her weirdo.Hannibal comforts her

Hope is okay❤”

description: after hearing the story of a teenager’s tragic passing, unwanted memories are brought back to her

pairing: hannibal lecter x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts, mentions of bullying

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“Did you hear about the Thompson girl?” Zeller asked as we examined some DNA for a case.

“Who’s the Thompson girl, first and foremost?” I asked.

“She was friends with Abigail Hobbs when she was sent to that psychiatric facility,” Price explained. “They were room neighbors I think.”

“Oh! That Hannah girl! What happened to her?”

“Her parents found her dead in her room. Suicide.”

I was so shocked at the response that I dropped the tool in my hand. Both of them looked at me for a moment as I just looked down at my hands. I was trying to calm the growing PTSD rising in me.

“The poor thing,” I finally managed to say.

“Yeah,” Price said. “I think she was in the facility because of mental illness. Her parents put her in there after her first attempt.”

Zeller shook his head. “Poor thing. They shouldn’t have let her check out so soon. (Y/N), are you okay?”

I was still staring down at my hands. They were shaking and it was getting hard to breathe. I could barley register the fact that Zeller had asked me something. They were both looking at me, expectantly.

“What? Yes, I’m fine,” I responded. “I gotta get some fresh air.”

I threw my coat and gloves on a nearby table and quickly raced for the exit. I had to wait for the elevator to take me to the ground floor, but the wait was antagonizing. My chest and throat felt tight, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

When the elevator door opened, I was faced with Jack Crawford, Will Graham, and Hannibal Lecter.

“(Y/N),” Crawford said. “Are you okay?”

I couldn’t respond this time. I had to get out, I had to be away from there.

The breathe of fresh air in my lungs was just what I needed, but I was still feeling panicked. Flashbacks were running through my head, things I had repressed for all those years coming back all at once, hitting me like a freight train. I sat down on the sidewalk, trying to calm my breathing enough to go back inside.

“Miss. (Y/L/N)?”

I looked up to see Hannibal stood behind me.

“I’m fine, Dr. Lecter,” I told him. “You don’t have to check on me.”

“You’re very obviously not okay. You’re breathing is abnormal and you look as though you’ve been crying.”

I felt my cheek and was shocked to find that Hannibal was right, I had been crying. I hadn’t even realized it before.

“I’m fine,” I repeated, but the crack in my voice gave me away.

Hannibal sat next to me. I tried not to let him see my face, but I knew there was no turning back now. He had seen me in the elevator, he saw how unhappy I was at that moment. Any other person would just think I was overwhelmed from work, or maybe one of our discoveries had upset me, but Hannibal was a talented psychiatrist. He probably already knew what was wrong with me.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

I chuckled. “How often does that one work?”

“Enough times to keep me employed.”

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “Zeller and Price were telling me about a girl that used to be friends with Abigail, Hannah Thompson. She...she...”

“I know,” Hannibal finished for me, luckily. Just thinking about having to finish that sentence made my throat tight again. “I wasn’t aware you knew her so well.”

“I didn’t, but I know...the feeling. Like you’re trapped in your own mind and there’s only one way out of it.”

Hannibal was looking at me, waiting for me to continue but not pushing me to go any further than I felt comfortable with. I wouldn’t have to go any further with my explanation if I didn’t want to, I knew he wouldn’t force me. We could’ve dropped it right then and there.

But my mouth moved before my mind could comprehend what I was sating, “I was the weird girl in school. While other girls wanted to be princesses or astronauts, I wanted to be a forensic scientist. I always had a fascination with crime and forensics and such. At first, I was just an outcast with no friends, until a group of girls took me in and added me to their group in high school. They weren’t super popular girls, but they also weren’t my level of outcast or anything, so, understandably, I was excited.”

“I’d assume it wasn’t as ideal of a situation as you were led to believe.”

I shook my head, tears forming in my eyes again. “They only befriended me so I could be their verbal punching bag. It started mild at first, just some friendly jokes that I could throw back at them. Then they started calling me the weird girl, the freak who liked death and murder. They’d make fun of me for reading stuff about unsolved murders, or even just murder mystery novels. They told me I’d probably grow up to be one of the unfound murderers in those stories. They put me down at every chance they got, but they were the only friends I had so I just...I dealt with it. I even gave up the opportunity to shadow at a police department during my senior year because I was afraid of them making fun of me more.”

“What was the tipping point?” Hannibal asked. “Obviously they are no longer around. I assume either you got rid of them or...they left themselves.”

“A bit of both really,” I responded. “One day, their bullying just got too much for me. My parents never liked the group, so I felt like I couldn’t go to them because they’d just tell me ‘I told you so’ - not because that’s how my parents are but because that was my irrational fear - and the teachers and guidance councilors and principals at school were garbage. They did nothing unless they actually witnessed the bullying first hand, and even then it was always a slap on the wrist punishment. So, I thought...I thought I only had one way out.”

I was still half conscious when my parents found me. My mother’s screams were permanently etched in my head, her sobs breaking through the otherwise muffled sounds I was hearing. Even when I blacked out, all I could hear in my head was my mother.

“They sent me to the same hospital Abigail was in,” I continued, skipping over the nasty parts that I couldn’t bare to relive. “My parents said I needed actual, medical help, that they couldn’t ignore my mental health issues anymore. I was there for months. I met people just like me, people who understood what I was going through. I made friends with a lot of them, and they’re all still in my life right now. My high school friend group came to visit me at one point. They seemed genuine enough with their apologies, saying they didn’t realize how much I took their words to heart and how they didn’t know how dark of a place I was in mentally. I don’t know how true any of that was, but they put on a good act. When they finished their groveling, I told them to go fuck themselves and to never contact me again. They were...offended, to say the least. Apparently they spread rumors about me at school, but I finished my senior year at a different school so it didn’t really matter to me. Went off to do forensic science in college and...here I am.”

For a moment, a look of pride passed over Hannibal’s face, as if the end of my story made him feel proud for me. I guess it made me feel proud, too, but sometimes I kicked myself for sticking around with that toxic friend group for far too long.

“I’ve never told anyone that,” I admitted. “Not anyone who didn’t know me at the time, anyways. I tried to keep it repressed, but hearing about Hannah Thompson...it brought all those memories back for me. Maybe I’m not over it like I think I am.”

“Mental trauma when your brain is still developing is not something one can easily get over,” Hannibal said. “It takes years, and even then those painful memories could follow you to your grave.”

I winced at the thought of having to battle with those memories until the day I died. Part of me was still worried that they would be the reason I would eventually die.

“But it is important to know that your old friend group was wrong,” he continued. “There is nothing wrong with being interested in something that the masses aren’t interested in. I’d argue that being interested in murder and police work is much better than wanting to grow up and be a princess or an astronaut. Your job helps the police to find serial killers and to save innocent people from being their victims. There’s nothing weird about that, not in my eyes.”

I smiled. “Thank you, Dr. Lecter. I think I just needed to hear that when I was younger and...no one really said it to me before.”

“I’m saying it now,” he said. “If you ever feel overcome with those memories again, please do not hesitate to call me. A beautiful and brilliant mind such as yourself should not be worrying over what irrelevant people have to say about you.”

I felt myself blush, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the reassurance Hannibal was giving me, or if it was from the compliment.

“I want to sit out here for a little while longer,” I told him. “I still need some air, and to come down from what happened back there. You don’t have to wait for me.”

“I don’t have to, but I will,” he decided. “I want to make sure you’re okay before I join my collegues again.”

I smiled at him again. I definitely wasn’t about to fight him on staying there with me. Quite the opposite, actually. If there was anyone I wanted with me in that moment, it was Hannibal.

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